As the oldest of four brothers, he is used to being relied on. As your boyfriend, he'd pamper you in his own way. He's not the type to coddle or smother, but he wouldn't want you to feel as if he didn't care. Especially after being physical. He's had his fair share of purely physical relationships that hadn't ended well, so he knows the sting of feeling used. Luckily for you, staying in bed is Eleazar's favorite activity.
It was a rainy evening, springtime. Eleazar's large hand rested on your waist, his faint scent of charred wood settling around you. It made sense, he was right up against you and this was his room.
He was much... Gentler than you expected him to be. Usually men that were confident or womanizers would try to assert themselves in the bedroom. Yet he never did. He was just as relaxed in this as he presented himself to be. Eleazar's room reflected the same, with dim moody lighting and a few simple pieces of furniture. He even had a few well-cared-for plants. The first time he brought you here, he spoke in a low tone, leaving hot kisses against your face and neck.
"You're gonna tell me if it's too much... Wouldn't want to hurt you. Can you do that for me?"
At your nod, he smirks gently, continuing to kiss you as he backs you up against the bed. There were a few mismatched blankets, the bed sunk a little when you sat down. He let you tug him closer by the jacket, his hand propping himself up near your head as he settled on the bed over you. Of course, there's no need to reiterate what happened during the evening (unless y'all want me to...).
Tonight, he's focused on tending to you. He was a sucker for praise, yet he'd never admit it. Instead, he whispers praises against your neck, careful not to scratch you with his claws as his hands take hold of your hip and stomach. Eleazar's skin was always pleasantly warm. He seemed a bit tired as usual, but he was trying his best to stay awake to ensure you're comfortable.
"It wasn't too much? You got kinda loud."
He chuckles at the sight of your embarrassment. Eleazar presses his face into the crook of your neck, his tail wrapping around your leg. It wasn't intentional, it just happened sometimes. He already cleaned you up earlier, not wanting you to be uncomfortable. He murmured something about having some clothes you could change into, practically carrying you to bed himself. Your body was tired, a bit limbless after how thoroughly he took you. Your eyes met his in the dim room, his amber eyes practically burning through you. It didn't help much that they glowed in the dark. Eleazar took a knee, his tall frame finally at eye level with you. He helped you into a set of his clothes, pressing more kisses against your hands and thighs. For such a carefree person, he was quite affectionate in private. After he was finished, he was free to lay back down... He would keep you close to him, even letting you lay on top of him if you wanted. He was plenty big enough to use as a cushion, after all. You stayed up for a while, speaking idly about the experience... And the next time you wanted to recreate it.
🫧🛁⋆｡˚ Var. GENSHIN MEN .ᐟ.ᐟ walking in on them in the bathtub
⊹˚.FEATURING : Varka. Lohen. Neuvillette. Wriothesley. [x fem reader]
⤷ (tall elegant/hunky overworked men mmm & a spicy twink)
⊹˚. CONTENT : where you would unexpectedly stumble into the bathroom of various! genshin men in the bathtub after they've had a very long day at work/are stressed, who are all desperately in need of a way to release their pent-up frustrations, sadness, or teasing.
ⓘ : SFW/NSFW MDNI. Mix of fluff/comfort/intimate/light angst/teasing scenarios with a mix of light intimate smut at the end. making out. biting. grinding. whining.
A/N: please dont let this flop i swear i put all my hotness/freakiness for all of them into this kewk. pls lmk if you've enjoyed! && if u want to be tagged in more content like this/want pt 2 ^^ ;(
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.𖥔 ݁VARKA would be found with one leg and arm slung carelessly over the bathtub’s edge, water lukewarm with a new collection of bruises and cuts littered across his skin like proof of long war instead of a day spent wrangling recruits.
When you stood outside the door to his bathroom, you could already hear the off-key humming of Monstandt’s anthem through the door he’d once forgotten to lock… again. At first, when you entered, he was surprised (not really). The once confident, loud singing stuttered into a sheepish laugh once he realised it was you standing there and not one of his knights.
Flustered, you make a few awkward gestures: something along the lines of reassuring him you could leave, and hearing that he’d had a rough day with nearly being poisoned by a certain vice-captain (again) while also being beaten up by a few wooden sticks. Except, before you could even finish, Varka was already patting the space beside the tub with a conveniently placed little stool like he’d been expecting you all along.
“You should’ve seen it, the recruits nearly burned down half the training yard,” he’d start, grinning despite the bad state of his cuts on his large, muscular arms and legs, “and don’t even get me started on Lohen,” he tuts, shaking his head, “I swear any day now he will actually kill me.”
Your gaze goes from observing his face to the cuts on his arm. “You’re still bleeding,” you’d point out, towards one of the worse cuts. You reached over to the side of the sink's cabinet, grabbing a towel, wringing it with warm water before pressing it onto the wound. Varks winced, “Barely,” he’d say, entirely unbothered, “You should’ve seen what I did to the trainee, he’s–”
“Varka.”
“It’s fine,” he’d laugh, though he'd go quiet when he finally realised your hand on his arm.
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Unbeknownst to you, Varka’s laugh cuts off, a heavy silence filling the room instead, with his chest expanding in a deep, shaky breath in – the boisterous, confident captain persona slowly fading into a different type of hunger. Before you could pull the towel away to wring it once more, his other massive scarred hand shot out of the warm water, wrapping around your wrist. With a swift, effortless heave, he drags you right over the lip of the tub, causing the water to splash violently over like a wave. You crash into his chest, now clothes see-through and plastering flatly against your skin, exposing the shape of your perky breasts and waist that drove him insane.
He doesn’t give you a second to complain, pinning you down to the side of the tub in one fluid motion – his calloused, rough hands running up and down each fabric and curve of your skin. His hungry tongue tastes every corner of your mouth, causing you to whine, hands finding and gripping onto his blonde locks for stability. He doesn’t tease; he doesn’t think either, immediately bucking his hips, slapping his hardened thick length against your wet-clothed cunt. “If you’re gonna see me like this… and touch me like that… don’t leave me halfway, sweetheart.”
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.𖥔 ݁LOHEN would be found with an arm over the tub, hand drumming and fidgeting at the edge of the makeshift wooden bathspot just a little outside the expedition camp, with the water just reaching around the top of his chest. The complaints from the recruits about his smell got to him – from the endless nights of staying up on watch and, worst of it all, the stubborn smell of blood that clung to his skin and armour. Against all arguments, he was finally ordered to take a bath before someone else passed out during training (cough… and not because of the long hours of training).
You hadn’t expected company when you had decided to slip away from camp for the same reason. Before you even stepped foot close to the bath, you could hear an odd rhythm of scratching and tapping against something near. As you treaded carefully, pushing the curtain to the side, a dagger greeted your head – aimed – shot – embedded deep into the tree. Certainly, a warm welcome to the relaxing bath you planned.
“Oops,” he’d say, not even flinching, already reaching for another blade tucked in gods knows where, like it was natural for him. “Reflexes. Can’t really turn those off huh,”
“What is wrong with you? You could’ve killed me?” you yell, trying to collect yourself and the pile of towels and clothes you held in your hand. “Nah,” he’d shrug, finally cracking that annoying stupid grin of his, “Would’ve missed ya again.” he pauses, “probably.”
“Lohen.”
“Relax, relax,” he cooed, “I’m always prepared, I thought I taught you that?” leaning back against the wooden tub with his arms tucked relax behind his head, watching you with far too much amusement for someone who’d just nearly ended your life right at your face, “Didn’t think you were the type of person to wander this far from camp at this hour though.” his gaze narrowing towards you.
“Same reason as you, don’t act like I don’t know,” you say, stepping closer inwards, “About all the recruits complaining about the smell,” that earned a short laugh from him easing his restlessness, “Fair. Mmm, I might as well share the water then” he says shifting over, nodding his head as a gesture to the spot right next to him… in the empty tub, “unless… you’re scared I’ll throw something else at you.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“...No”, he’d admit a little softer, “Not now, when I know its you.”
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Eventually, after a lot of mental back and forth and telling LOHEN to look the other way, you’d let the towel slip from your body — finding your footing into the narrow makeshift wooden tub next to him.
His lazy smirk returns to his face. “You still look like you’re scared I’ll attack you again,” he murmurs smoothly near your ear. Smoothly, he’d stretch out his arm, slinging it over the wooden edge behind you. The warmth from his bicep brushed against your bare back, pricking into your skin – fingers drumming against the wood again. You don’t move. Then his hands drift down, leaving the edge of the tub, slowly sliding down your shoulder before his palm cups your inner thighs, tracing slow circles, parting your legs a little further, squeezing your sensitive skin. You’d try to scold his name, yet it fails, coming out as a breathy moan; he simply hums, continuing to test your limits as his fingers deliberately brush against your cunt, testing how wet and slick you’ve become simply from his touch.
After he'd finished teasing you, his fingers entered inside you, working to stretch you out just for him. Before you react, his other hand snaps to your head, anchoring deep into your hair, tilting your head back to force you to look into his half-lidded stare. He’d lean in, breath hot, brushing against your lips, until he finally kisses you, nibbling on your bottom lip, swallowing your whimpers. “Now tell me, did you expect this attack mm?”
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.𖥔 ݁ Neuvillette would be found with his eyes closed, head tipped back against the tiles and throat bare to the ceiling, with his long white hair slipped loose, sticking across his wide chest and afloat in the tub.
You would find him tucked away in the Palais private bath with steam curling around him, accompanied by the sound of bitter rain hitting the window pane. When you entered after the silence as the permission to answer – he wasn’t startled, long knowing already that it was you the second your footsteps had entered the hallway to his palace. You would try to explain to him why you were there, because you were simply worried about him (and because of the endless downpour of rain cough). Although still a little confused and amused, he’d offer you a few words with a faint smile.
“I’m here to— It was a long day today,” you finally spluttered out, fiddling with the ending hem of your shirt. “You can go back to sleep”, he replies, cutting you off. “I can’t not until I know you’re–”
“Still breathing? Safe in my own bathtub?” he remarks, almost amused through his apparent exhaustion. “Don’t do that…” you mutter, your shirt now bunched up inside your fist, “don’t make me sound so foolish.”
A brief pause.
His eyes find yours, the sound of water shifting as he turns his head towards you, “I am not laughing at you…” his voice steadier now, “I simply find it strange that you would brave the rain at this hour, for something so trivial as my company.”
“This isn’t a trivial matter to me,” you stated firmly facing him.
“... Stay then, if you’d like.”
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You couldn’t have said when it happened or how – only that you were seated at the edge of the bathtub, legs submerged in the warm water, resting at your calves. And Neuvillette, in turn, seemed unaware of when his temple had come against your knee as if it naturally belonged there the entire night. Before you even knew it, you would be inside the bath, clothes wet, straddled across his abdomen with hands clawing onto his large back for support. It started gently with light peppering kisses along your legs until it wasn’t.
His tongue pushed inside your mouth while his delicate fingers fondled your breasts in slow circular motions, rolling his abdomen in desperate need for any friction against your clothed cunt. Yet you couldn’t care less about any of the clothes; the only thing on your mind was how badly you wanted him to keep touching you like this. “Stay with me,” he presses another kiss against your lips, “please, mon amour,” he pants, “just for tonight, I need you to stay here.”
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.𖥔 ݁ WRIOTHESLEY would be found sunken low in the tub, with his messy, usual unbrushed wolfy hair deflated and clinging flatly against his head. The water would be still, almost too silent, missing the sounds of chaos from his usual sloshing and scrubbing.
He would be tucked away in his quarters below the fortress; the absence of chaotic splashing, complaints of how the tea was too cold, or his encounters with haughty ministers, and mutters about paperwork was the first thing that struck you. It was quiet. Still. And importantly, he didn’t even react the moment you entered; he didn’t look up right away or call out to you, his eyes fixed somewhere deep inside the water, someplace you didn’t understand yet.
“Hard day today,” he’d finally say, voice flat, “it was a case involving a kid, an orphan. He was my age when I–” his voice broke. He didn’t elaborate much further, jaw tightening right before he stopped. You’d move in closer without a word, kneeling by the tub’s edge, looking up at him. That was the exact moment when you saw something that made your heart sink – a small tear he couldn’t manage to blink away, slowly sliding down his cheek.
“Hey–” your hand instinctively moving to his cheek without a second thought, reaching to brush it away with your thumb. He flinched, just slightly from surprise, before letting out a long breath. “Didn’t realise I was that soft now,” he’d mutter, a little embarrassed. “You’re not soft. I just know you Wrio.” A brief pause, where his eyes would finally meet yours – the man you knew behind the warden title.
“If you’re staying, just know that you’re gonna get the real thing…” he said quieter, eyes dropping to the water again, “just this, just me.”
Your thumb softly drew circles on his cheek. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
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.𖥔 ݁ WRIOTHESLEY went entirely still, letting the quiet sound of sloshing drown amongst the heavy silence of steam pumps and engines. Slowly, he tilted his head to the side, peering through the messy curtains of his bangs to look up at you with that stare. As you’re about to say something, his large scarred hand slides towards your neck, slowly sliding behind your neck – fingers entangling gently in your hair with his touch trembling slightly as he guides you over the tub. The warm water swells over the edges, soaking through your lap and clothes. Gently, he holds and pulls you down onto his lap, holding you flush against his bare chest.
He digs his face into the crook of your neck, breathing shakily and low under your skin as he tilts his hips to move his length inside you. He’s slow this time, neither teasing nor fast like it usually is – sliding in heavy and achy before reaching your deepest spot. He’d hold himself deep inside you still, gently sucking the side of your neck, his palms smooth over your wet back, tracing the line of your spine with a tingling sensation like he was trying to drown the ghosts of his memories inside your body. A ragged sigh escapes his lips, forehead resting against yours, “Don’t leave me…”
summary — varka's love is almost too much for you to handle.
themes — librarian!reader, semi-public sex, inexperienced!reader, developing relationship, standing full nelson position, struggling to fit him in, creampie, orgasms, varka calls ya pumpkin, praise
WC: 1.1k
This was not how you were supposed to tend to the Mond Library in Lisa’s absence.
Plap!
Tears steamed down your cheeks as your nails scratched against the muscled forearms folding you in half. Head cradled in his hands, feet dangling in the air, you whimpered as the Grand Master held you suspended, his hips slapping into yours. With another rough thrust, one of your shoes fell off your feet, clattering against the wood floor with a loud thump. Varka’s breath was hot on your ear, the smell of smoked meat and booze wafting over you with each exhale. As he rammed himself into you, you dug your teeth into your trembling lower lip and cried.
“Shh, shh…” Varka said, kissing your temple. “You’re okay, pumpkin.”
Easy for him to say. He wasn’t the one being held midair, getting split open on the girth of his cock. To make matters worse, you were still operating under business hours. At any moment, anyone could wander into the library looking for a book, only to wind up finding you, getting your cunt destroyed by Grand Master Varka. You tried to stifle your moans, but when he stuffed you full of him for the umpteenth time, stretching you beyond what you thought yourself capable, you gasped out, “Fuck.”
“Shh, shh, shh,” he whispered. “Not so loud, pumpkin. You’re doing…” He grunted, thrusting his dick into you, making you see stars. “You’re doing great, hon.”
You clawed at the hands supporting your head, your vision blurred with hot tears. Petulantly, you whined, “Grand Master, you’re…too big…”
“You can do it, hon,” he whispered back hotly. “I know you can.”
“Oh, fuck,” you sobbed, feeling your insides throb when his tip mashed into your cervix. “Grand Master, please. Not so deep.”
“I’m sorry,” he answered immediately, his voice coming out rushed. In another soothing whisper, he said, “Shh, pumpkin, shh. I’m sorry.”
His hips didn’t thrust so deep anymore. You felt like you could finally breathe.
“I got carried away,” he murmured. “Your pussy’s so tight, hon. Feels so good for me.”
Those words were strangling you.
“You’ve gotten so good at this,” he told you. “So much better than when we first started. Hold on for me a little longer, yeah?”
He was right. The first time Grand Master Varka revealed to you that he had interest beyond what you had originally thought, you were flabbergasted. It wasn’t that you didn’t find him attractive—no, it was quite the opposite—but your whole life, you had only seen Varka as a role model. An ideal, really. Not as a man, and certainly not as one who would fill you to the brim with him every night that you allowed him to. Your first time was awkward, a bit painful, but Varka held you through it. Always gave you kisses and praise, even when you could barely handle the motion of his tip alone. You wanted to be able to take all of him, to let him use you as he saw fit, but unlike him, you were far too limited by pain. It frustrated you, to have taken him this many times and still be struggling. But Varka told you best—your rate of improvement was truly astounding. Even to yourself.
“All good, sweetheart?”
You looked downwards, your eyes catching the movement of his thick cock, glistening with you as it thrust halfway in and out of your hole. Chewing your lower lip, you nodded.
He let out a grunt, his fingers squeezing harder around your head. Something rough grated his tone when he asked, “Is it okay if I cum inside?”
“Yes,” you whined. “Yes, Grand Master, yes.”
“Mngh, just…just call me Varka, pumpkin.”
You let out a choked sound when he snapped his hips upwards, and even though it was only half of him, you felt so incredibly full. Tears streamed down your face as you gasped and sputtered for breath, nails digging into his wrists as you wailed, “Grand Master.”
“Varka,” he answered, his tone far more brusque than usual. Something about him sounded feral when he growled, “Call me Varka.”
Another rough thrust of his hips into yours had you squirming. “Oh, fuck,” you sputtered, your eyelids fluttering to the beat of your uncontrollable heart. “Varka.”
When his dick pushed past that halfway point of his, shoving its way into your innermost walls with its violent ram, your nails pierced the skin of his hands. Crying for him, you scratched away at his skin, leaving deep gashes that left him marred with your love. Varka was shushing you again, his hips were thrusting deep again, and as you whined his name, you were overwhelmed by the force of your own orgasm. You felt hot, you felt blind, and as Varka pumped you full of him, you let the intensity of your voice rip through the silent library.
“Varka,” you were crying. “Varka.”
“Fuck,” he whispered back. “Here you go, pumpkin.”
His base was flush to yours, resounding through the library with a wet smack! You struggled in his arms, your eyes twitching as discomfort and pleasure weaved themselves equally throughout your insides. Letting him cum this deep inside of you was surely a recipe for disaster, but the feel of his cock throbbing within you only led you to your second slope.
“Varka,” you slurred, your eyes blurred by your tears. “I’m cumming again.”
“Oh, yeah? That’s good, pumpkin.”
He held you in place, even after his limp cock fell out of you. You felt the trickle of his cum as it dripped from your hole, your teary eyes pressing shut as a second orgasm wracked through you. Something about doing it like this, him watching without even being inside you, was both embarrassing and enthralling.
“Good job, pumpkin,” Varka murmured. “I’ll put you down, okay?”
Breath shuddering, you nodded. Ever so gently, Varka maneuvered his intense hold on you until your feet were on the floor. He held one of your hands while he reached for your fallen heel, sliding it back onto your foot for you.
When Varka stood back to his full height, he cupped your face in his hands. He leaned down, closing the distance between you, and gave you a firm kiss. Your hands rose to his wrists, gripping them hard as you whimpered against him. He lavished your tear-stained face with booze-scented kisses, and in his deep, rumbling voice asked, “Wanna go home?”
You nodded, your arms looping around his broad waist. Your legs trembled beneath you, rendered so by the way he had pinned you midair and the intensity of how he had fucked you. Quietly, you replied, “You might have to carry me.”
Varka laughed.
“Sure thing, pumpkin. I’ve got ya.”
a/n: to anyone who regularly reads my lohen works, just know that im currenlty running for my life from that man. yes i wrote varka fuckin you in the library before him IM SORRY LOHEN but he gets more than enough smut from me T_T anyway, i wanted to show varka some love cause he's SEXY AF and i need more of him.
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The Arataki Gang was made up of many interesting characters. An intelligent ex-shrine maiden, a hulking descendant of the Red Oni, a young Akaushi bull calf, even the renowned Traveler was an honorary member. The Gang was a group of rowdy misfits, tossed aside from their previous lives, doing their best to make every day count. They welcome people with open arms, including you! A sweet young girl from the outskirts of Inazuma.
You fit in well with the group, adorning your own unique features; You were a hybrid, not too common of a sight within the Nation of Inazuma, a Taurean hybrid to be exact - or a Cow Girl! As Itto says. You sported large, floppy ears and adorned the cutest little horns on your head. You were sweet, soft and loving, ever so compassionate towards all of the members of the group.
Whether you meant to or not, you took on a maternal role for the Gang. You ensured everyone's tummies were full and satisfied. Took up mending clothes and garments whenever they were torn. Regularly, halfheartedly scolding the silly boys when they stayed up far too late considering their plans for the morrow.
Your presence created a new balance, something Itto cherished dearly, he adored having you around. His heart swells when he watches you snuggle into Ushi after a long day, napping with the young calf before supper. He smiles when you return after an outing, bringing sweet treats and chocolates for everyone to enjoy. His chest hurts when he sees you unwell, waving everyone off while you attempt to upkeep your routine.
He notices your permanent downturned frown, the sleepy little blinks you make while trying to concentrate on the meeting. Itto couldn't help but ignore Shinobu's voice, something was wrong and even he could tell. You hug your arms around your body, squeezing tightly, in an attempt to provide some sort of comfort to yourself. Itto watches you rock back and forth with little wobbly movements, he swears he feels his heart crack into two.
If it were him, he thinks, he'd like a hug, that'd make him better so.. Surely it'd help you.. Right? There's something tugging at his chest, an urge, to hold you close.
He wraps his large arm around your frame, squeezing you tight into his side. It seemed to soothe you a little, Itto thinks. You smelt really pretty. He feels your soft body relax into him with a little sigh. He was going to get to the bottom of his, even if it took all day! He would make you feel better. The meeting drags on (no offense to Shinobu) and all Itto could think about was the sweet girl in his arms. He was surprised you eased into him so easily - Not that you had an aversion to his touch! He didn't think - just that most people weren't so easily pliant. Man, you really must not be feeling well.
If anyone noticed Itto's arm around you they didn't mention it. When the meeting lets up, everyone makes their way out, babbling on about who's shouting yakisoba and sake, leaving you and Itto alone in the room. You sit in a comfy silence, Itto was nearly sure you'd fallen asleep until he hears a soft whine. He feels your little horns press into his ribs, it nearly tickles him. He squeezes you again and you startle with a gasp. You suddenly pull away from his form with a small '..'m sorry'. Why were you sorry if he was the one to pull you in?
"You okay? You seem sick" Itto pouts, creasing his eyebrows in concern. You looked flushed, your lips still stuck in that unrelenting frown. Itto waits, let's you take your time in answering.
"Just.. Something with my… biology?" You sounded uncertain, you look anywhere but him. Biology? Science stuff? Man he really should have gone to school.. He scratches the back of his head, he wasn't the smartest tool in the shed but he was willing to learn! - He nearly fist pumps the air in determination.
"Biology..?" He probes, relaxing his body, bringing himself down to your level. You give a nervous laugh, shit, he hoped he wasn't making you uncomfortable.
"This thing.. Happens to my body around this time of the year…" Your voice is impossibly smaller, if it weren't for his keen ears he's sure he wouldn't have heard you.
"Ah, like a rut?" It made sense, Spring was approaching, the air was warming and there was the distinct tickle of pollen in the air. Itto was all too familiar with ruts, the hot achey flashes, the unbearable pains, curling into a pitiful ball until it passed. The only thing that helped him through it was a hot bowl on tonkotsu ramen and a heavy set of weights to push. Maybe you needed something to eat? Itto misses the Owl eyed look you give him.
"Ah.. yes… Something like that.. It's more of a h-heat.. Ah! I- I'm sorry if I've made you uncomfortable, Mister Arataki.. It was inappropriate of me to say that.." Your voice wavers. Inappropriate? What was inappropriate about a heat? Sounded like a rut and they made his bones chill, made his tummy ache and burn, made his legs restless. He wouldn't wish that upon anyone!
"Nahh it's alright, I get it! I get the feeling - and stop calling me that, just call me Itto" His smile is wide and cheeky, doing his best to ease the mood and bring in a little light.
"You.. You feel it too?" You shift in your spot.
"Yeah! If there's anything I can do to help I'll do it, promise!" He even holds out his pinky in a truce. He hopes that your shared experience will help, make you feel comfortable and safe. No judgement here! It's an Official rule of the Arataki Gang.
"I… I may have a request.." You finally lock eyes, you look unsure and Itto feels something in his belly. Second hand anxiety? He could tell you were nervous and for some reason, his body screamed at him to just.. Hold you close.
Itto nods his head, showing you he's listening.
"It's… really embarrassing.." You squeeze yourself tight again. It's Itto's turn to frown, surely nothing could top his most embarrassing moments you've bared witness to.
"Hey, I won't judge.. Trust me! I gotta look out for my Gang, how can I do that without helping you out?" He thinks he makes sense. He hopes he does, he didn't really have a way with words.
"I…" Your lips purse again, in an attempt to gain some courage.
"I'm a hybrid.. With Taurean features.." He knew that, you were a little cow. Not like Ushi, but you had pretty horns, you were soft like a cow too and sometimes you let out little 'moos' when you got excited. Itto nods in understanding, beckoning you to continue.
"We have.. I inherited a certain... thing.. please keep an open mind?" You nearly beg, little tears well up in your eyes. It must be serious then, Itto straightens up, running his finger over his heart in an 'X' shape. He crosses his heart and hopes to suffer the traumatic consequences of the beans. He was really proud of you for telling him this much.
"I can handle anything!" Itto puffs out his chest with a satisfied grin.
"I… I.. I need to be Milked"
…
Huh?
Something inside of Itto's brain starts ticking, a new feeling, something he'd never, ever felt before in his life. He can't help but notice just how pretty you looked, how sweet you smelt, how clamy his hands were. He swallows thickly.
"Milked..? Like.. a cow?" Did she have utters? Did all girls have utters? No that's stupid. Unless?
"U-uh I- I'm sorry it's weird.. I… it just.. hurts" Your sweet voice cracks and so does Itto's soul.
"Ah- bah- no! Not weird at all! I think it's normal.. cows and milk it- it all goes together yeah.. it makes sense- was that offensive? n-not that you're a cow-" Itto babbles, he does his best to reassure you, flailing his arms around madly. You manage a half smile, he was trying and you appreciated it.
"Usually.." You start. "I sort this out alone but.. I haven't had the time." You look away again, letting out a strained breath. You were still hurting and it was Itto's fault, he should have done something sooner.
"How can I help?" He's serious, he'd never felt so sure of something in his whole life. His eagerness catches you off guard, you're giving him the same, owlish look from before. He sees you bite your lip, pretty.. stop it.. focus.
"You just.." You make a gesture, squeezing your fingers together and pulling your hand down. Seems simple enough.. You stand and beckon Itto to follow you. He's lead to a little corner, covered in plush pillows and blankets, a comfy little quiet spot for Shinobu to read and Ushi to nap. He sits first as you request, propping himself up on the mountain of cushions. You follow after, tentatively sitting in his lap, your back to his broad chest. Your frame is soft on his, smaller than him of course, but soft. He nearly wraps his arms around you to give you a squeeze, but he withholds.
"I'm.. going to take my top off… is that okay?" You turn back to talk to him, your face inches from him, breath on his chin. Itto nods with a 'mhm!' - he didn't trust his voice right now. Your soft skin is revealed, illuminated by a warm hanging lantern in the room. You whine softly, poking at your achey breasts, wincing when you touch your sensitive nipple. Ittos heart pulses in his ears, your warm back leans into his naked chest. His hands hover over your hips, unsure on where he was allowed to put them.
You palm at his fingers, carefully bringing them up to your sore chest. He cups your swollen breasts, his warm palms welcomed on your cold, achey skin. Itto resists the reflex to squish and squeeze the soft flesh in his hands, never had he felt so out of breath. He couldn't describe the feeling, the warm, heat in his lower stomach, the sensation near cramping. His brain felt hyperaware, as if he were in danger, despite him clearly not. His thoughts are cut short when he hears your sweet voice.
"S-So.. you just.. pinch like thi- ah~" Your soft tone is cut with a keen as Itto squeezes at your puffy nipples. A sharp spurt of hot milk sputters from your breast, dribbling down Itto's knuckles. His eyes widened in fascination. Neuron Activated.
He continues to pinch at your nipples, tenderly squeezing the swollen, puffy buds with his fingers, relieving the ouchy pressure in your chest. You keen your head back, nearly knocking him in the chin with your little horns. Itto sighs out, breath laced in a new-found emotion. Something soft, something.. hot. His fingers become sticky, coated in your sweet milk. He's almost tempted to shove his fingers in his mouth, lick up the sweet, sweet cream that leaked from your breast. He finds his nose in your neck, drinking in your pretty scent, something about you was making his body agitated, his brain fogged, his tongue drooling.
He feels as though the sweet milks spilling from your breast was wasting. It dribbles down your tummy and soaks into whatever fabric was pooling at your hip. Your wet fingers come up to caress his face, drenched in your cream. The smell drives him mad, just a taste.. it would be a waste otherwise. Itto kisses at your fingers wetly, savouring your sweet cream. Gods he wanted more. Needed more. He doesn't know what comes over him.
"Can I.. please- can I use my mouth?? It'll be faster.. waste less.." He babbles into your neck, nuzzling his nose hard into your pulse. To his surprise you nod. Nod and nod and nod.
Itto is quick to manhandle your form, effortlessly scooping you up and placing you softly into the plush cushions. He wraps his large arms around you, taking a quick moment to snuggle into your front. You pet his hair, kiss his head, squeeze him back. Itto's chest surges and his tummy aches - in a good way. His breath is hot on your breasts, lips kiss carefully on your puffy nipples. His brain sparks, pupils dilate, he needs a real taste.
He licks a soft stripe up your plushy tits, lapping his tongue over your achey, swollen nipple. He urges your hands to wrap around his horns, lest he poked your eye out with them. Your sweet milk leaks on to his tongue and he nearly groans out loud. He breathes deep, his nose pleasantly assaulted with your pretty scent, soft and floral like sakura, sweet like dango milk. Carefully, he wraps his lips around your nipple, engulfing the achey bud in his mouth, soothing it with his tongue.
Itto sighs and nuzzles into the skin of your breast, lips latched on your puffy nipple, carefully nursing on your creamy milk. You cradle his head, petting at his fluffy hair, tucking it behind his ear as he suckles on your tits. He hears you sigh and relax into the plush pillows behind you. His other hand slowly massages at your other breast, in an attempt to soothe any ache while he's occupied. Your bud dribbles milk down your tummy, pooling prettily in your lap. Your sweet buttery milk coats his tongue, warm and creamy as he swallows it down. Your plush thighs wrap around Itto's middle, hugging him close to your body as he nurses on your tits.
Itto feels an ache in his groin, a pulsing pressure at the head of his untouched cock. Your pretty thighs squeeze at him, your achey, swollen nipples spurt the yummiest, creamiest milk on his tongue.
Itto couldn't remember just how he ended up like this, but he wouldn't have you any other way. Itto's thick cock nestles sweetly into your gushy cunt, wet and creamy from your arousal and the sweet milk dribbling from your tits. Your hands grip at his red horns, thumbs rubbing soothing circles into the sensitive surface. Itto's lips never leave your tits, body bent over you, milking the sweet, creamy nectre from your nipples. All for him, just for him.
His hips hump carefully into your pussy, warm and sticky and wet. The soft squeeze of your core feels like Heaven on Tyvet. If this was Itto's last day alive he'd die a happy man. Your sweet little moans tumble from your pretty lips, just as soft as you were. Itto peers his eyes up, lips kissing and suckling at your achey nipples as he looks at you. You smile prettily, carding your fingers through his messy bangs, absolutely blissed out on him. Your breaths are slow, soft in his ears, your voice light and relaxed as you speak.
"..'s good Itto.. thank you~… doing a good job.. such a good job.." You praise him with your heart. Itto all but whimpers into your breast, rutting his hips deliciously into your cunny while he milks you. Anything to help out his sweet girl.
You press your forehead to his hair, knocking your pretty little horns against his own. Itto feels a hot twist in his groin, he swallows hard, nearly choking on the thick, sweet buttery cream on his tongue. He feels something, an aching in his cock, a delicious pressure building up in his lap.
"Itto.. m' gonna… getting close.. doing a good job, such a sweetie… my sweet.. my Itto~" You babble, voice breathy as can be, muffled in his hair. He barely hears you, too caught up in the tight hug of your cunt, the sweet milk thay dribbles down your tummy and on to his cock. He looks down, hyperfocused on the pretty, creamy ring around his cock as he humps his hips against yours. He groans out loud, dribbling spit and milk down his chin, something was happening, he could feel it.
Itto latches hard on your achey nipple as he creams in your pussy, slowly fucking hot ropes of cum up into your tummy. He nurses on your tits as he grinds his pelvis on yours, bumping his groin into your sticky clit. You follow soon after with a keen, squeezing his hips with your plush thighs, pulsing over his thick, aching cock. Neither of you made an effort to stop, still grinding against eachother softly. Itto continues to suckle and lap at your achey tits, massaging your nipple with his thick tongue, swallowing up your sweet milk in little gulps.
Itto could stay like this for hours, and maybe he will. Fucking into your soft, gushy pussy while he worships your tits, nursing out every last drop of your sweet, buttery milk until all of the ouchy feelings go away.
These recent fics have been rotting in my drafts for far to long 😔
they're so tedious to write but I think I really like how this one came out - itto is a sweety dumb dumb <3
Also I have never written in Itto's pov? Lmk if it works or not baha he's kinda an unreliable narrator but only because he's confused </3
The door to your shared apartment creaks open well past midnight, the faint scent of whiskey and city smoke trailing in behind Gallagher. He's later than usual tonight, the weight of another long shift at the bar etched into the lines around his golden-brown eyes. His tie hangs loose around his neck, vest unbuttoned just enough to show the scars peeking from his rolled-up sleeves. He kicks the door shut with his boot, spotting you on the couch where you've been waiting, a book forgotten in your lap.
"Darlin'," he drawls, voice rough like gravel underfoot, a tired smirk tugging at his stubbled jaw. "You shouldn't stay up for a worn-out mutt like me. Go on, get some rest." But his gaze lingers, sharp and hungry despite the exhaustion, raking over you in that way that makes your skin heat.
You stand, crossing the room to him, your hands already working at the buttons of his vest. He doesn't stop you—hell, he leans into it, his large frame towering as you push the fabric off his broad shoulders. "Rough night?" you murmur, fingers tracing the hard planes of his chest through his shirt.
He chuckles low, catching your wrist gently but firmly. "Nothin' I can't handle, baby. But seein' you... yeah, that hits different." His free hand cups your chin, thumb brushing your lower lip before he leans down, claiming your mouth in a kiss that's all pent-up need—slow at first, then deepening as his tongue slides against yours. You taste the faint bitterness of the drinks he poured all night, but it's him that makes your pulse race.
Gallagher pulls back just enough to tug his tie free, the silk whispering against his collar. He loops it around your wrists instead, binding them loosely behind your back with a teasing knot. "Keep these out of the way for now," he mutters, eyes darkening as he watches you test the restraint. The fabric bites just right, a reminder of his control without the bite of real pain.
He guides you toward the wall near the door, his body pressing you against the cool surface. One hand braces beside your head, the other hikes your skirt up, fingers delving between your thighs to find you already wet. "Eager tonight, huh? Good girl." His voice is a rumble against your ear, breath hot as he grinds his hips forward, letting you feel the hard length of his cock straining against his pants.
You drop to your knees before he can say more, the tie holding your hands secure as you nuzzle against the bulge. He groans, fingers threading into your hair, not pulling yet—just holding, guiding. You mouth at him through the fabric, then work his belt open with your teeth and lips, freeing his thick cock. It's heavy in your grasp, veins pulsing as you wrap your lips around the head, sucking slow and deep.
"Fuck, that's it..." Gallagher hisses, head tipping back against the wall for a moment before his gaze locks on you again, watchful and intense. You take him further, tongue swirling along the underside, hollowing your cheeks as you bob your head. Saliva drips from your mouth, slicking him up, and he gathers some on his fingers, smearing it across your lips and chin in a messy claim. "Look at you, all messy for me. Open wider, darlin'—let me see that spit shine on my cock."
He thrusts shallowly into your mouth, careful not to overwhelm, but the control in his grip tightens your core. You gag softly around him, tears pricking your eyes, but you push on, swallowing him down until your nose brushes his coarse hair. His free hand joins the first in your hair, holding you there as he rocks once, twice, before pulling out with a wet pop. Strings of saliva connect your lips to his glistening tip, and he rubs it over your face, marking you.
"Up." he commands, hauling you to your feet with ease, his strength making your bound wrists twist just enough to send sparks through you. He spins you around, pressing your chest to the wall, your ass out as he yanks your panties down. The tie keeps your hands pinned, vulnerable, and you arch back instinctively, seeking him.
Gallagher's hands grip your hips, rough palms sliding up to spread you open. He spits directly onto your pussy, the warm glob hitting your folds before his fingers rub it in, circling your clit with blunt pressure. "Gonna fuck you right here, baby. Need... to feel you clench around me." His cock notches at your entrance, thick and insistent, and he pushes in with one steady thrust, stretching you wide.
You cry out, the wall scraping your cheek as he bottoms out, his balls slapping against you. He doesn't rush—starts with deep, grinding rolls of his hips, letting you adjust to his size. But the need builds fast; his breaths come ragged, one hand snaking around to pinch your nipple through your shirt while the other holds you steady. "Tight as hell... takin' me so good. You want it deeper?"
"Yes—please...!" you gasp, pushing back, and he obliges, pulling almost all the way out before slamming in, the angle hitting that spot inside you that makes stars burst behind your eyes. He fucks you against the wall now, relentless, the sound of skin on skin echoing in the quiet apartment. Spit lingers in the slick mess between you, his saliva mixing with your arousal as he reaches down to rub it over your clit, fingers dipping in alongside his cock for a moment.
He bends you further, one leg hooked over his arm to open you wider, pounding harder. "Gonna fill you up, darlin'. Breed this pretty pussy—make it mine." The words are growled low, his breeding kink surfacing in the way he angles to hit deep, chasing that internal release. You clench around him, chasing your own peak, and he feels it, thumb pressing your clit until you shatter, walls fluttering as you come with a sob.
Gallagher follows seconds later, burying himself to the hilt as he cums, hot spurts flooding your pussy. He doesn't pull out—stays seated deep, his hand sliding between your thighs to push the leaking cum back inside with two thick fingers. "Stay full for me, k?" he murmurs, voice wrecked, pumping gently to work it deeper. "Don't let a drop waste. That's my girl..."
He unties your wrists eventually, rubbing the faint red marks with his thumbs, then pulls you into his chest for a lazy kiss. The night's tension eases from his shoulders as he carries you to bed, both of you spent and sated, his protective arm draped over you like a promise.
I realized that when I write these im not good at endings but just imagine A+ aftercare. I dont like Gallagher that much but when I looked at the hsr character list I couldn't envision this w anyone else
puns, amaright? a sims 4 legacy challenge for ur sims that wanna Get Famous™
ok hi!!! lets get started! this legacy challenge is made 4 my darling @foursims ♥
you need: the Get Famous EP
if you’re unsure of how the celebrity system works, a quick google will explain it all. it’s pretty important in this challenge! your goal in every gen is to maintain at least some sort of celebrity level and utilize the perks to your advantage.
all rules and goals are not there to restrict your game play, only to enhance it. if you decide to add rules/goals to make it harder or to ignore them to make it easier/more enjoyable, please do - you don’t have to ask me permission lol!
as mentioned, this is only part 1. i didn’t want to write a full 10 generation challenge because i wanted to test out 5 generations using the celebrity system first, as i’m not sure if it will become too boring or repetitive. there are still things i can include that increase fame so more gens may be made if you want them!
Gen 1: Ramsey
you start this challenge as a teen.
you’ve recently just dropped out of university/college where you were studying cooking. education just wasn’t for you, and lets face it, you’re actually a pretty shit cook. you blamed your teachers for this; you say they weren’t any good! your parents didn’t believe you and disapproved of your decision to leave school. so you’re out on your own in the world! you decide to move to the Hollywood of sims in order to prove to your teachers and most importantly your family, that you will be the best and youngest chef!
traits: gloomy, foodie, hot headed
aspiration: master chef
your goals:
- get to level 10 cooking + gourmet cooking
- get to at least level 5 baking
- reach level 10 in the cooking career (food branch)
- once you have maxed out your career (or feel you can do it during), you must buy and own a restaurant and have it reach at least 4 stars
- marry a co-worker. having the foodie trait also is a bonus!!
- have 2 children
- write at least 1 cook book
- increase your celebrity level passively by posting on social media and visiting clubs ect.
Gen 2: Hepburn
you were the popular girl/boy in school and lets be honest, you loved it. you were always picked first, always had a flock of sims crushing after you, and everyone wanted to be your friend. this increased your ego, and it followed you into later life.
complete the social butterfly aspiration as a child
traits: self-absorbed, outgoing, ambitious
aspiration: master actor
your goals:
- get to level 10 acting + charisma
- get to at least level 5 comedy + dancing
- marry another celebrity (no one less than your own celeb level)
- reach maximum celebrity level (positive)
- have 5 children!!!!!
- reach at least 50,000 followers on social media
- reach level 10 of the acting career (your choice of producers ect.)
- have an affair once all your children are born. keep this a secret forever… unless the paparazi catch you ;)
- win at least 2 award nights
- become best friends with olivia and judith (the townies) + make a club with them
Gen 3: King
you were always in the spotlight, and you hated it. everyone wanted to be your friend because of your money and parents. all you wanted to do was be alone and read.
traits: non-committal, loner, bookworm
aspiration: best selling author
your goals:
- reach level 10 writing + logic
- reach at least level 5 in gardening
- reach level 10 writing career (author path) and then quit
- basically all you do is write lols
- marry for a little while
- have 1 child (OR twins)
- divorce when you reach adulthood
- have an average friendship with your children, you aren’t that close
Gen 4: Gogh
you didn’t really have the best relationship with your parents and you were made fun of at school because your parents were divorced. you turned to the only thing that really made you happy: painting and drawing
traits: unflirty, creative, good
aspiration: painter extraordinaire
your goals:
- meet the love of your life in high school but don’t profess your love till nearly adulthood
- start drawing as a child
- reach level 10 painting + parenting
- create at least 20 masterpieces in your lifetime
- reach at least level 5 photography
- run your own art gallery once in adulthood
- have 3 children at least
- always be loyal to your partner
- be best friends with all of your children
Gen 5: Rupaul
you had the best upbringing and had everything you ever asked for. you were surrounded by art as a child, and this flowed into your adult life with the need to be colorful and fashionable in every occasion.
traits: perfectionist, neat, insider
aspiration: friend of the world
your goals:
- reach level 10 of the style influence career (either branch)
- maintain your celebrity profile by posting makeup and fashion videos
- fangirl over real celebs a LOT
- run a club thats to do with art and fashion! (And probably gossiping)
- reach level 10 media production
- reach at least level 5 of mixology skill + charisma + comedy
- throw weekly parties and always attempt to invite the biggest celebrity you know. you win once they attend
- have at least 5 relationships over teen - young adult
- marry the second person you dated once you hit adulthood
- have as many children as you want!
ｃｏｎｔｅｎｔ ｗａｒｎｉｎｇｓ ┊ smut ( minors dni ), fem!bride!reader, forced marriage, mentions of blood, rough sex, breeding kink, cervix fucking, all characters featured are aged 18+
ｉｍｐｏｒｔａｎｔ ┊ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3
Raian was never stealthy, nor did he care to be. after all, did a lion tiptoe around the savanna in fear of being caught?
you’d noticed this early in the marriage, when you were still too skittish to fall asleep and stay asleep, how he would come home in the wee hours of the morning, stalk around, curse under his breath, come get in bed, and force his way with you— he’d never cared if you were awake and trembling when he wanted you; he simply took you. then, you would be unable to sleep while he dozed off for a few hours. you’d still be awake when he left you there, without so much as a kiss goodbye or a word of farewell. back then, you were grateful that he ignored you most of the time, stayed gone for weeks —sometimes months— at a time, and only used you when he wanted his balls drained.
however, you found your heart thumping— rattling against your rib cage when you were awoken these days for a different reason. not fear, but excitement. when the rawest scent of your husband enveloped the room, your core dampened, as if upon instinct, ready to welcome him home and inside you.
like tonight, when you awoke to the sound of the door opening. you didn’t stir just yet, but instead listened. no one would be stupid enough to break into The Devil’s home, so you knew it wasn’t an intruder, but other members of the Kure Clan filtered in and out of the building at all hours of the day or night, so before you got too antsy, you wanted to be certain it was Raian.
sure enough, the heavy stomping up the stairs belonged to your husband, and your heart raced in anticipation as you sat up in the bed. the bed that was much too big for you alone, yet seemed two sizes too small when Raian laid in it. your fingers rubbed at the fabric of the sheet draped across your lap, chewing on the inside of your cheek. even though you were fairly sure you were excited to see him, you couldn’t help but also feel nervous when Raian was around. he was volatile and unpredictable, even with you.
but you didn’t have much time to think about being anxious, before the door to the bedroom flung open. in the threshold stood Raian in all of his glory. the broadness of his frame blotted out the dim light from the hallway. the muscles that bulged in his biceps grazed the doorframe as he swaggered inside, dipping his head just enough to fit in. your breath catches— that familiar scent of his sweat and other’s blood invades the room right along with him, and you clench your thighs together to keep the pooling in your core as under control as you could.
“This is the second time.” Raian scoffs, gripping several stacks of banded bills in one grip. his fingers are thick, like tree roots. caked under his short nails is black blood, leaving a rancid residue on his fingers from whatever job he’d just come from.
“The… second time…?” you repeat, perplexed, one hand reaching to the bedside table, you turn on the lamp, bathing the bed and a quarter of him in a warm, yellow hue.
Raian watches you like a predator hunting his next victim, scelera eyes following the movement of your dainty hand. as it wanders back towards its place in your lap, he snatches it up with a gigantic, powerful fist wrapped around your fragile wrist. “The second time I’ve come home and you weren’t pretending to be asleep.” there’s a faint amusement in his rumbling baritone, as if he found joy in the way that you used to try and deter him from touching you ( or, perhaps he thought it was funny that it never worked? )
your breath is temporarily caught in your throat, freezing in place as he tosses the money on the floor by the table. he knew you would pick it up, count it, and organize it tomorrow morning after he left again. pulling your wrist closer to his face, he inhales deep, breathing in the sweet scent of your perfume, his nostril rubbing against your wrist. you could see the stain of blood that transfers from his palm to your skin, and you try to press your tongue against the roof of your mouth to keep from gagging. you never did like the sight of blood; even worse when it tainted your skin; yet being married to Raian meant that you were expected to deal with it often. “If you knew anyways, then why pretend anymore?”
Rain chuckles at that— a wicked bubbling up from within the depths of his massive chest, baring his teeth, he allows them to scrape against the delicate flesh of your wrist, squeezing tighter until his knuckles turned white from pressure. “You don’t shake as much at my touch, either.” he notes, his pupils striking white as he steps even closer.
“You don’t like that?” you ask, uncertain. it was hard to read him, sometimes, whether he wanted to be feared by you or not was a mystery. you simply had always been afraid of him because you knew what kind of a beast he was. “Should I still be scared…?”
his lips part enough in a wild grin that his sharp teeth can sink into the fleshy section of your forearm. your tiers part and a breathy gasp escapes them, but you don’t attempt to jerk away from him, instead, keep your eyes turned up at his countenance, as the question lingers in the air. Raian grunts, tasting your flesh between his teeth, but he doesn’t break the skin yet, simply leaves the indentations of his molars as a reminder, shiny with spit as he props one knee on the bed to crawl on to it, growling lowly. “You’re a Kure now, whether you wanted to be or not.” your palm caresses the side of his face in a tender gesture you weren’t sure he’s ever felt before, as it traverses the muscle-bound trail from his jaw to his neck, to his pectorals. “And I don’t want some timid, lil’ church mouse.” using his free hand to rip away the sheets, exposing your bare legs, he crawls even closer, and you scoot back a bit. his voice drops to a husky octave lower than before, lust settling in and thickening his tone. “I want my wife to wet herself when she sees me, tears and trembles be damned. I wanna see you spread your legs and beg for your husband’s cock because you missed it so much—“
“Wash the blood off of yourself, first….” it was the first time you’d made any sort of demand of him, and it came out low and hopeful, lacking confidence. your palm flattens against his chest, attempting to hold him steady and allow him no further purchase. if he’d wanted to, he could’ve easily overpowered you, but he pauses, his brow quirking. your eyes trail along his black tank top. beyond the fabric stretching tight over his developed muscles, it was soaked and reeked of old blood. he left blood smears on the white of the sheets and against your complexion.
“Eh?” Raian challenges, gripping your wrist tighter. any tighter and the bones that were bending against the pressure would snap, and he just wanted to remind you of that. “Thought you knew by now that I don’t give a shit about your weak constitution. Lay back and open up.”
but, you stood your ground. biting your lower lip, your palm presses harder against his chest, feeling his heart pumping below your fingertips. it was endearing to know that there was still a pulse under all that cruelty. your eyes harden as much as you can muster, and you slip your knee between his body and your own, pressing it against his abdomen. of course, if he so desired, he could pin you to the bed and take what he wanted anyways, but he’d said himself that he didn’t want a timid wife. his sceleras were abysmal, golden brows furrowing for a moment before a devilish smirk etches his mouth upwards. as if to force you to remember that he still called the shots, his hand slipped between your thighs and he cupped your sex roughly through your panties, fingers pressing hard on your button. letting out a little mew, you almost submit to him, before he whispers harshly, “Keep that pussy dripping until I get back.”
and with that, he gives you a little push, his hands tearing themselves away from you before he stalks, swearing, into the bathroom. you sit there for several seconds, regaining the breath that had eluded you in that stand off, your heart pounding, and your clit now swollen and aching to be touched like that again.
you couldn’t believe that he’d been receptive of your demand, and you close your eyes for a moment, letting a shaky breath deflate your lungs.
damn, it was a terrifying experience.
after a moment or two, you heard his clothes rustle as he peels them off, and you peek into the bathroom, the door wide open, to see his stature chiseled with bulging muscles, completely nude. his buttocks was round and tight, and as he stood with his stance wide, you feel a warm blush creep on to your cheeks. you could see his swinging balls, and the thick head of his dick, that was already semi-hard from his little exchange with you. he doesn’t seem to notice your ogling, or he doesn’t care, because he steps into the shower, leaving only an imposing shadow behind a foggy glass panel to stare at.
looking down at your own arm, you can see the shape of his hand still left on your wrist in blood, and some of the rust-color was already staining the sheets between your legs where his knee had been. you pull yourself out of the bed and quickly dispose of the sheets, wiping your own arm off on it as you toss them in the hamper. then, you tiptoe over to the doorway of the bathroom, bending over to grab his sullied clothes, too. as you do, you steal another glance, and this time you can tell that his obsidian eyes are trained on you, and he lets out a low, rumbling grunt as he palms his large cock, as if making sure he’s hard enough to fuck you as soon as he’s cleaned off. “Fuck,” he growls under his breath, and you snatch the garments off the ground and spirit them away to the hamper, as well.
lastly, your panties that bore bloodied fingerprints joined the other fabrics and, you breathe sweet relief once the stench of blood no longer clings to you. the scent of your arousal lingers in the air, and you reach down beneath your nightie to press against your netherlips. you did so much gentler than Raian does, caressing your clit with labored breaths as you do exactly as instructed and ensure that you’re still wet and ready for him.
a few, fleeting moments of pleasure pass, and webs of sticky essence stick to your fingers when you finally cease the teasing of your own cunt— taking a soft breath, you promptly replace the bedding. the bed is so gargantuan that you must crawl all the way across it on all fours to tuck the sheets in, but you finish up just in time to hear the water in the shower turn off.
steam creeps out of the doorway, thickening the atmosphere in your bedroom as Raian lumbers out, stark naked. you feel your eyes wander downwards on their own, tracing every throbbing vein on his lower abdomen, sparkling droplets of water running races to see which one will reach his balls first. his cock is hearty and stiff, with a dramatic curve upwards that is sure to bully the most sensitive depths of you. “How’s that cunt?”
god, he was crass.
it used to make you cringe, but you felt yourself get even wetter as you stand before him, sheepishly raising your delicate hand covered in shiny juices for evidence. you had your moment of dominance, and had even gotten your way— Raian was clean and wet, and now he wanted something from you.
the sight nearly makes Raian go feral. with a guttural hiss, he crosses the room in the blink of an eye— so fast that you haven’t the time to stumble back before he’s upon you, lifting you up off the ground with ease. you yip, and wrap your legs around his hips, and arch your back. “Raian—!” you almost added don’t drop me on to your cry, but you knew how monstrously powerful he was. there was no chance of you falling. you became, instead, more hyper focused on the swollen head of his dick, that poked at your sex when you writhed in his grip. your hips roll, just in time for him to thrust his own upwards, and his thickness spears you.
“Uhh!”
“Shit!”
your gurgled moan and his hissing swear were simultaneous at the insertion. your inner walls spasmed frantically, kissing the ribbed intruder that stretched you open. you were so fucking tight— grateful for the lubrication that made his cock fit a little easier, Raian bared his teeth, interlocking his fingers at the small of your back, to jerk you up and down on him at a brutal pace. but you didn’t fight it; you relished in the abusive rhythm, your nightie askew, breasts jiggling out of the sagging neckline as the sleeves draped across your shoulders. you spurred your knees into his ribs, scrambling for leverage in a position that left you almost entirely powerless. clawing at his chest, his shoulders, his neck, you struggled to relieve the pressure he was jabbing into your lower half with every violent buck of his hips.
it was astounding — almost impossible — to feel just how deep his reach was. his fat, flared tip punching against your limit, as if in protest to your body not being more malleable. each time he pounds against the edge of your cervix, pleasure and pain cocktails and attacks your senses. you scream out his name, kick, scratch, and beg him— what you were even begging for at this point was unknown to you. did you plea for mercy?
or were you begging him not to stop bullying your guts.
it was only when he pushed as hard as he could and stilled in this position that you attempted a frantic escape, the pressure in your belly felt as if his cock would burst right through it. you push up against his chest and try to climb him, panting and mewling. “T—too deep, Raian! You’re going to—“
“You’re not goin’ anywhere,” Raian hissed, his breath hot on your cheek and neck as his fingers clamped down on you to lock you tighter in place, working his hips. “Not until I’ve busted this tight, little pussy out. Ah, fuck, feel that?” Raian leans in close to you, nipping at your fleshy, hot cheek as he pushes you down, using an ounce more of his strength. “I’m gonna get my cock all the way into your womb before I flood it. Might as well hang on tight, woman.”
you whimper, and sink your nails into his chest until rubies bead up around them, digging your knees into his ribs. what he was threatening to do to you had your mind running wild, your body jerking. “It—it won’t fit, Raian…!”
“Sure it will. Watch this.”
and, with his raspy chuckle, he gripped you and pushed you down, all the way to his hilt. a croak leaves your open mouth, eyes wide as you feel his tip anchor just beyond the entrance to your cervix. it’s a pain unlike any other you’ve felt before, but the eroticism of it all makes it just bearable enough so you don’t black out. you pant, hips rocking back and forth, but his mouth is against your ear, soothing you in his own, twisted way. “Attagirl. Take me all the way in to those warm guts a’yours. I’m about to blow my load deep, deep in your cunt.”
the sensation and his whispering filthy promises were making you lightheaded, and your head rolls around on your shoulders, your body clenching involuntarily as he keeps you impaled on his cock as deep as it could possibly go. you could feel the skin of your belly bulging in the shape of his manhood, rubbing against his abs every time you move, and it only adds to the mind-numbing experience of having a man break into your womb in such a merciless way.
“Cum… in me…” is all you could bring to your quivering couplet. at first, you thought you were convulsing in protest. it took you several seconds to realize that you were actually riding the waves of an intense, borderline painful orgasm, and you needed his own to punctuate your climax.
Raian smirks, but it appears more like a snarl, his jaw tense and perspiration mixing with the water already clinging to his hair and skin. “You’re turning into a bossy, little cunt, aren’t you?” he teases, but he’s jerking his hips in deep, pumping strokes to chase his own high. “Gotta say, I like seeing that fuckin’ fire in you.”
Raian pumps a few more times before he erupts— the first couple of ropes of warmth seeping into your spongy, fertile cavity. you could practically feel the sperm eagerly attacking your eggs, having much less further to travel thanks to their father’s cruelty. the rest of his release leaves a small, swollen pocket in your lower belly. when he curses under his breath and walks a few feet to the bed, he loosens his grip and allows you, now spent and weak, to slide off of his cock. it slips out of your cervix and leaves your canal with sickening slowness, until you crumple on your back on the bed, his cum oozing out of your twitching hole.
“Hey, don’t make a big, fuckin’ mess. Wouldn’t want any swimmers escaping, now do we?” as he says this, he smirks wickedly and uses his first, two fingers to gather the spunk as it trickles out of you, before he pushes it back in, pumping his fingers to coat your insides. moaning, your legs lay open, and you shake your head at his question. “Yeah, just like that,” Raian mutters under his breath, leaning over to kiss your temple. it was the first, real act of tenderness from him, and it stuns you for a moment. “You’re gonna have my little devils from now until death do we part, wife.”
We decided to create our own legacy one day as a community effort and so the Boba Tea Tales Legacy was born. This legacy is meant to give you new ideas for storylines and introduce you to new gameplay that you never really thought about doing yourself.
Remember that this challenge isn’t meant to restrict you entirely. You are allowed to make some changes to the rules to fit your gameplay. It’s all about having fun!
BASE GAME VERSION
General Rules
Each generation will represent 1-3 colors. You must dress up your sim and decorate their houses in their color theme. OPTIONAL: match their hair color and eye color to the theme colors.
Complete each given skill, career, and aspiration unless the goals state otherwise.
Starting budget: 1k-20k simoleons (you decide your amount!)
Play on whatever lifespan YOU feel comfortable playing on.
No money cheats unless stated otherwise!
If you roll a topping that gives you twins or triplets, you ARE allowed to cheat for them so your sim is guaranteed to have twins or triplets.
If you decide to play this challenge, please tag me on any of my social medias (https://beacons.ai/malixa) or tag #btt or #bobateatales! I’d love to see what your sims are up to. :)
Toppings
You must roll a topping each generation for your 3rd trait and minimum kid requirements.
To see the toppings list and toppings wheel spin, please check out the google doc here!
Generation 1: Brown Sugar
You loved cooking all your life. You loved creating and growing your own fresh ingredients for your dishes. However, as time went on in your life, you felt like something was missing. You are starting to burn out of this busy life so you decide to quit your job, pack up everything, and move to a whole new world. Maybe the simplicity of the country lifestyle is what you truly wanted all this time?
Colors: Brown & White
Aspiration: Master Chef & Expert Nectar Maker
Career: Restaurant Owner & Nectar Making
Traits: glutton, animal enthusiast
Skills: cooking, gardening, nectar making
Goals:
Roll for a random topping to get your 3rd trait & kid requirements
Run a restaurant and get to at least 3 stars (you are allowed to use money cheats to afford the restaurant) before you quit
Move to Chestnut Ridge as an adult and start making money through nectar making
Marry a sim with the Rancher trait
Adopt at least 1 ranch animal
Complete half of the Master Chef aspiration
Complete Expert Nectar Maker aspiration
Max out the cooking, gardening, and nectar making skills
Generation 2: Blueberry
You lived a comfortable life growing up on the farm with your family. You go into the business career because you knew it was a simple job that pays decently well. However, everyday was the same. Wakeup, get ready for work, get back home, sleep, and repeat. You’re tired of that. You quit your job all together and with the money you saved up, you decide to start traveling the world! You start a new channel for your traveling adventures and pick up odd jobs to keep doing what you love.
Colors: Blue & Purple
Aspiration: Beach Life & Mt. Komorebi Sightseer
Career: Business & Odd Jobs & Media Production
Traits: non-committal, loves the outdoors
Skills: fitness, rock climbing, media production
Goals:
Roll for a random topping to get your 3rd trait & kid requirements
Reach level 3 of the Business career before you start vacationing
Make money through odd jobs and travel vlogs (media production) once you quit the Business career
Travel to Sulani during the Summertime and complete Beach Life aspiration
Travel to Mt. Komorebi during the Wintertime and complete Mt. Komorebi Sightseer aspiration
Have a one night stand with someone you met while traveling and get pregnant/partner gets pregnant
Never get married
Continue to travel until the next generation’s heir is a young adult
Max out the fitness, rock climbing, and media production skills
Generation 3: Matcha
Growing up, you traveled everywhere with your parent and you saw them struggling with money. You knew you didn’t want that for yourself so you studied as much as you could to get into university. You would do anything to get ahead in your career until you bump into your work rival who ruins your plans. You try to befriend them and pursue them thinking it will benefit you. However, you start catching feelings for them. What will you do? Fall in love or break their hearts?
Colors: Light Green
Aspiration: Fabulously Wealthy
Career: Law (Private Attorney Branch)
Traits: jealous, materialistic
Skills: logic, research and debate, wellness
Goals:
Roll for a random topping to get your 3rd trait & kid requirements
Go to university and graduate with a Language and Literature degree (a distinguished degree if you want an extra challenge)
Befriend and pursue your ‘Work Rival’ for your own benefit (can be a co-worker if a work rival doesn’t pop up)
Decide whether you either truly fall in love or break your work rival’s heart once you reach the top of your career
Go to the spa every weekend
Complete the Fabulously Wealthy aspiration
Complete the Law (Private Attorney Branch) Career
Max out the logic, research and debate, and wellness skills
Generation 4: Passionfruit Mango
Your parent made you pick up the violin and piano as a child. Turns out, you’re really good at it and you love music! You dedicate most of your life to music until you meet someone who will change your life forever. You introduce them to your family, but they do not approve of your partner because they don’t fit the ideal lifestyle your parent had for you. With the disapproval from your parent(s), will you continue to follow their ideal lifestyle for you or follow your own passion?
Roll for a random topping to get your 3rd trait & kid requirements
Play the piano and violin throughout your childhood and teen years
Date and eventually marry someone with the art lover trait
Go on weekly art related dates
Have your sim and their partner have a negative relationship with your sim’s parent(s)
Complete the Musical Genius aspiration
Complete the Entertainment (Musician Branch) career
Max out the piano, violin, and painting skill
Generation 5: Sakura
Your parents were the perfect couple! They were the definition of love so you wanted to help others find their soulmates too. You’re great at your job, but it seems like you have trouble finding the one for yourself. You go on multiple dates and your particular favorite dates are where you can show off your dancing skills. While you’re not on the dance floor, you love mixing drinks that you would love to share with your future partner one day.
Colors: Pink
Aspiration: Romantic Explorer
Career: Romance Consultant (Matchmaker Branch)
Traits: high maintenance, romantically reserved
Skills: romance, dancing, mixology
Goals:
Roll for a random topping to get your 3rd trait & kid requirements
Have a high school BFF
Sign up for Cupid’s Corner and have at least 5 total failed dates
Go on at least 2 blind dates
After all the failed online dating attempts, marry your high school BFF
Complete the Romantic Explorer aspiration
Complete the Romance Consultant (Matchmaker Branch) career
Max out the romance, dancing, and mixology skills
Generation 6: Dragon Fruit
Your parents were all about love, and it made you sick to your stomach! Love? That doesn’t exist. So you spend your time breaking up happy couples because it’s fun. You love seeing people be absolutely miserable. You are just truly evil.
Colors: Dark Red & Purple
Aspiration: Drama Llama & Villainous Valentine
Career: Criminal (Boss Branch)
Traits: evil, snob
Skills: charisma, mischief, gemology
Goals:
Roll for a random topping to get your 3rd trait & kid requirements
Complete the Drama Llama aspiration as a teen
Marry a sim with money but shortly after your newlywed spouse has a “tragic” accident
Wear the jewelry that you create
Have a negative relationship with all of your children
Complete the Villainous Valentine aspiration
Complete the Criminal (Boss Branch) career
Max out the charisma, mischief, and gemology skill
Generation 7: Taro
You distanced yourself from your family because you knew they weren’t good people. You found a special interest in robots, science, and cats! You were really into your academics because you wanted to get away from your family. You attend university, but one day, you decide to attend a party your roommates invited you to and you meet someone there. You hit it off! You spend a lot of time with them and get really close. But uh oh! One day, you hear the news that there is a baby on the way so unfortunately, you drop out. You struggle with a part time job as you dedicate most of your time to your child and this stray cat you found one day, but eventually, you are able to go back to university and pursue your dream career!
Roll for a random topping to get your 3rd trait & kid requirements
Join the Chess team in high school
Go to university but eventually drop out because you (or a partner) end(s) up pregnant
Work a part time job until your child is a toddler
Go back to university and graduate with a Physics degree
Adopt a stray cat
Complete the Academic aspiration
Complete the Engineer (Mechanical Engineer Branch) career
Max out the robotics, handiness, and parenting skill
Generation 8: Lychee
Your parents were really busy growing up so you found a new love for video games. While they were away at university or work, you were always in your room playing games. You’re really good at gaming so you wanted to try out streaming as a teen! It does incredibly well. You join the Tech Guru career hoping to become the best eSport Gamer.
Colors: Pink & White
Aspiration: Computer Whiz
Career: Video Game Streamer & Tech Guru (eSport Gamer Branch)
Traits: geek, unflirty
Skills: video gaming, entrepreneur, programming
Goals:
Roll for a random topping to get your 3rd trait & kid requirements
Become a Video Game Streamer as a teen
Join and complete the Tech Guru (eSport Gamer Branch) career as soon as you graduate high school
Make at least 1 video game in your lifetime
Attend GeekCon whenever it’s in town
Have at least 1 science baby
Complete the Computer Whiz aspiration
Max out the video gaming, entrepreneur, and programming skill
Generation 9: Thai Tea
You spent your whole life feeling like you needed a different change of scenery. You felt like you never really had a close relationship with your parents as they were too busy playing video games. So one day, you decide to move to Tomarang. You love the community and Tomarani culture and finally, you feel like you belong somewhere. You write everything about your time in Tomarang and publish your articles for others to read!
Colors: Orange
Aspiration: Fount of Tomarani Knowledge
Career: Writer (Journalist Branch)
Traits: adventerous, child of the village
Skills: writing, baking, photography
Goals:
Roll for a random topping to get your 3rd trait & kid requirements
Move to Tomarang as a young adult
Throw neighborhood potlucks every weekend
Complete the tassel collection
Complete the Fount of Tomarani Knowledge aspiration
Complete the Writer (Journalist Branch) career
Max out the writing, baking, and photography skill
Generation 10: Sunset
You grew up learning about the beach and ocean so you decided to move to Sulani when you became a young adult. One day while you’re by the beach, you bump into someone and it turns out they’re a mermaid!? They actually exist?! You get closer to them and learn everything about them. You slowly fall in love with them and want to help them restore the beautiful island of Sulani.
Roll for a random topping to get your 3rd trait & kid requirements
Move to Sulani as a young adult
Attend as many Sulani events as possible
Fall in love with a mermaid and become a mermaid
Complete the seashells collection
Decorate your home with your flower arrangements and cross-stitch art
Complete the Soulmate aspiration
Complete the Conservationist (Environmental Manager Branch) career
Max out the singing, flower arranging, and cross-stitching skill
Thank you again to my wonderful community who contributed to this challenge. This challenge wouldn't have existed if it weren't for them! I hope you all enjoy playing this legacy challenge as much as we did creating it. ♡
𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!waitress!reader, innocent!reader, dub con, suggested age gap, size kink, thighjob, public play, scent marking. all characters featured are aged 18+
𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3
𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 ∣ act nine [ thigh fucking ]
“Is there anything else I can get for you?”
“One more rum runner, please.”
“My pleasure, I’ll have that right out.”
Dreamjolt Holstery was abuzz, tables full, a slow and sultry jazz melody practically drifting through the air as a pretty Halovian woman in a sparkling dress tickled the ivories with expert and slender fingers. the atmosphere smelled of spices and mixing cologne. cherry-flavored fog curls up from a boulder-shaped man’s cigar in a corner booth by himself. and you traipse the maze of customers needing tending with the grace and elegance befitting your status as Penacony-born. after all, the Dreamscape was like your second home, and you’d learned how to traverse it with ease. the tourists you pass by, table after table full of awed looks and hushed whispers of wonder at the whimsical land they’re vacationing in, never fail to make you smile. happy that they’re enjoying themselves here.
your dress flutters like wings as you pass the empty service bar. usually, that would be your stop. the bartender would make each order you ask for with care, and when it was done, you’d arrange them neatly upon a tray and distribute them throughout the lounge. a familiar twirling, light-footed dance around tables and through aisles of booths. tonight, however, the service bar was darkened. the tender was not there, and that was because it was closed. all through your shift, you’ve had to squish yourself into the packed crowd waiting for drinks at the main bar.
where Gallagher worked, of course.
your cheeks seem to take on a heat at the simple mention of his name in your thoughts. you thought about the scruffy, smirking bartender. how his baritone rumbles, a hound’s growl in his throat, and the syllables of your name drip from his tongue. it makes you weak in the knees, which is why you much prefer when the service bar is open so you can avoid swooning from one, little smolder.
approaching the bar to find not a stool vacant, and not an inch of space without someone taking it up, you sigh softly, attempting to get Gallagher’s attention from the furthest corner, nearest the employee entrance, by waving your hand, though at first he’s immersed in conversation with his patrons. as much as you hated to interrupt, you had your own customers to take care of. “Gallagher!” you call out, waving your hand again, though you were unsure if you were as dwarfed by the crowd as you felt.
thankfully, however, a sleepy-looking moonstone gaze falls upon you, and he makes his way down to you, picking up an order or two on the way. “Gotta get that service bar up and runnin’,” he says in a lazy drawl, reaching to grab two bottles by the necks off the display rack, “what do you need, girlie?” but he didn’t sound annoyed, or rude. in fact, it was difficult not to focus on the little smirk that inched his lips up.
“One more rum runner,” you reply with a sheepish and apologetic bat of your eyelashes. “Then I promise to leave you alone.”
Gallagher chuckles at that, shaking his head as he plucks the run up with the same hand. “Now, that, I wouldn’t even dream of.” he answers, dumping the ingredients into a cocktail shaker. he seems not to notice the way you shy away from him as he works, afraid to look at the way his muscles bulge against the tight confines of his shirt along his biceps as he shakes up the drink, lest you embarrass yourself by staring. if he did, then he didn’t say anything, already giving his attention to the customer ordering right in front of him.
nervously, you drum your fingers on the bartop, trying to look anywhere else. even as his rough, yet light-hearted chuckle warms the aura. your eyes flit downward, to your own fingers, before they follow a little puddle of translucent, glowing liquid that had probably been spilt as he made a drink earlier, but had yet to be wiped up. then, your eyeline, as if pulled by gravity, jumps to to cocktail glass in front of him, and the reddish orange drink that flooded into it. following the arc of his pour, your gaze crests along the thickness of his knuckles, faint scars you can see peeking out from beneath the leather of his fingerless glove, and the sheer size of his hand. up, up, up your stare crawled. along his tan forearm, branded with more criss-cross scarring and thick, dark hair, to the folds in his shirt, rolled up at the elbow whilst he worked. the sloping mountains of his bicep, and along the broad expanse of his shoulder, before you found yourself doing exactly what you had been trying not to— staring at his handsome face. thankfully, he was preoccupied, and didn’t feel you looking. it gave you more time to admire the little details. the fine lines in the corner of his tired eyes, a testament to his age. the sparsely scattered hair above his lip and on his chin, the deep plunge of his nose from the profile view you were given.
“Gall… agher…” you weren’t even certain you’d said it out loud, but your lips most certainly formed the syllables as you admired him. that was, until you realized the rum runner was finished. instead of handing it to you like he had been doing all night, though, he’d set it on the back counter, where the racks of booze were. had he gotten too distracted by conversation? “Gallagher, the drink—“
but he was already busy, making another. his back was to you as he swaggered down to the opposite end of the bar to fulfill another order.
well, that’s no big deal— he’s super busy, and anyway, you can take a couple more steps to grab a drink. pulling on the divider, the staff entrance opens, and you scurry behind the bar. it takes three steps into Gallagher’s domain to reach your order, but you’ve no time to wrap your fingers around the stem of the glass before you feel his imposing, warm figure at your back.
“Finally,” he murmurs, and you shudder at just how close his mouth is to your ear. he must be leaning down to allow his lips to just brush against the shell of it, his breath hot and heavy against the side of your cheek. it raises goosebumps on your arms, and your hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. his arm stretches out, to place a bottle back into it’s home of the shelf in front of you, but it feels more like a maneuver to box you in against the bar. “Been tryin’ to get you back here all night long, girlie.”
“W—why?” you ask, your eyes flickering down to the other side of the bar. one, powerful hand rests upon it, truly caging you in place. “I should really get this out to my table—“ you’d reached for the drink again, the sensation of him at your back like a thick, sturdy wall that radiates heat making you dizzy.
“In a minute,” he stops you, nuzzling his face against your hair. it takes a moment of burrowing before he reaches your neck, sniffing wildly like a beast who’s taken with the aroma of a fresh kill, before he snorts, allowing his lips to dance along the tender column of your neck. “You wanna know something? I’ve kept my eye on you, and let me tell you… That little dress a’yers been driving me wild all night.” his heavy boots crunches of spilled ice as he plants his feet on either side of yours, pressing his body right up against your back. it was then that you felt a bulge, thick and hard, rubbing against your butt through his trousers. you can’t help the embarrassing half-whine that leaves your lips, or the humiliation that follows when he hears it. “You feel it, don’t you, little girl?” he purrs against your skin, the dull edges of his teeth grazing your flawless skin. “How hard you make me, just by skipping around in that skimpy skirt. Your soft, warm thighs on perfect display for me.” one hand slides off the bar to grip your thigh, and you practically melt into his groping. he can nearly close his large fist around your thigh, his fingers brushing up against your panties. a low, guttural sound rumbles in his throat when he feels how warm your core is, and you can’t help the damp patch that is subsequently formed. “Been wanting to get my hands on ya. Feel you just like this. Make you feel me, too.” his other hand disappears now, too, between his body and yours. moments later, you hear the unbuckling of his belt, the undoing of his fly.
“Gallagher—“ it was hard to think, what with the air around you and him thick with lust, and his heavy breath on your neck, but you still managed to stammer out, “th—the drink will get— watery—“
“I’ll make ya a hundred of ‘em after this if it does, so long as you just hush up for a minute, little girl.” he mutters, and frees his aching cock from it’s confines. slipping it under your skirt, he teased the back of your panties with the tip for moment, trailing hot pecks up your neck and along your jaw bone. “Stay just like this, and let me feel those plush thighs squeeze my cock.” pushing the head of his dick along the curve of your panty line, it’s only a matter of moments before it worms it’s way between your thighs, perching your clothed core atop his length. pushing up on to your toes in order to keep your balance, you gasp and grab the edge of the bartop with both hands, but Gallagher has snaked his hands around you, pressing them both flat against your belly to push your body back against him. “That’s a good girl,” he praises gruffly, his hips rolling forward against you. there’s a little resistance at first, before your arousal and his own precum mingle between your thighs and create a sticky, slick cavity for him to fuck. you glance down, breathless, and watch the way his cock jabs against the ruffles in your skirt when he thrusts, and how the bulge disappears when he recoils. the wet cotton of your panties is harsh on your sensitive cunt as it sits flush against the veiny tool pumping between your thighs. “So soft,” he murmurs, before taking your earlobe between his teeth, tugging ever so slightly. “But you’re soaking wet, girlie. You’re making a mess on yourself. That greedy pussy of yours already wants a turn?”
“A—ah, d-don’t…” you feel your humiliation growing with each word, your cheeks on fire and your body trembling. you weren’t asking him to stop, you couldn’t imagine forming those words. “D—don’t say that, it’s dirty…!”
Gallagher chuckles, but it’s hoarse and forced from his lips. “So shy.” he scoffs, taking the flare of your hip against his palm to move your body back and forth, and match his eager rhythm. “For a little thing pinned to the bar, riding my cock. Clenching her pretty, little thighs while I use ‘em just like a sweet. Little. Pussy.” each word is emphasized by a snap of his hips, ramming his girth forward. every throbbing vein on his cock creates a ridge that you feel as it scrapes against your swollen clit, and you mewl with your lips pursed, your imagination running wild with what it would feel like if he’d decided, instead, to push your panties aside and fuck you properly.
“You already feel too good,” Gallagher growls against your cheek, giving it a tender, little kiss. it was a stark juxtaposition to the way his girth pounded the tight gap between your thighs, but it still made you crumble back into his arms, swooning. “Gonna make me cum quick.”
“W—what?” you blinked, suddenly hyper aware. you try to push yourself back up, but the hold he has on your hip and belly keeps you firmly against his heaving chest as he roughly chases his high. “Wh—where are you—“
“Heh.”
it was a half a chuckle, but it was all Gallagher could form before he was grinding his teeth. hips erratically bucking forward, he changes the angle by taking a half a step forward, nearly pushing you over the bar in the process, and his tip jams itself repeatedly and angrily against your panties, each time shooting a rope of his release that clings to the fabric and threatens to tear them open with the force applied. somehow, the soiled, wet fabric holds some of its integrity, even as he empties his balls on to it, allowing his smell to really seep into the fibers and mix with yours. “Even a mutt knows to mark his territory so others don’t claim it.” he hisses after a long moment of listening to his huffing and puffing as he came on your panties.
“Y—your territory?” you repeat, dumbfounded.
with a few more shakes, using his fist to grip his cock and squeeze the last couple of beads from the softening cock, he takes a step back, giving enough space to be able to tuck it back into his pants without a single patron realizing what was going on. you stumble, once you drop down from your sore toes flat on your feet. the warm, wet feeling of Gallagher’s cum deep in the threads of your panties making your legs feel like jelly.
“Mhm, those warm thighs. Your needy, little cunt. Mine now, ain’t they?” he grins down at you, placing a hand against your lower back to keep you steady so you don’t fall. he doesn’t wait for an answer before he uses his free hand to push the rum runner into yours, and he gives you a little nudge to send you stumbling, blinking and dazed after what just happened, out from behind the bar with a playful taunt. “Now, hurry up. Drink’s gettin’ watery.”
created by clumsy.romantic (previously strawberrysim/strawberrysimyt)
hi, so yes you may have already seen this posted to my account, and you're probably wondering "why is she posting this again?" (unless you already saw the mistake)...
i do in fact have one and a half brain cells and it took a friend to point out the mistake to me to realize i had put the same aspiration for 3 generations... oh boy...
anyhooooo~ here is a new updated version of the sweetest berry legacy challenge! now, if there still any mistakes here, or maybe you cannot see or read these images, you'll probably have a better time reading the google doc i made for it here.
thank you to all who have continued to support me here and on instagram i love you all very much and i appreciate every like, comment and reblog/share! it truly warms my heart every time that you all like my challenge that i worked my butt off on (let's not talk about my other challenges because this is the challenge i created first and is honestly my baby <333)
New graphics set, this time for the Sims in Bloom Legacy by @a-sims-garden! I've been wanting to do this challenge for a long time. I hope I'm able to eventually.
