Here it is, the Part 2 of the OVERLOOKED Set is officially out !
As promised, I’ve made two versions of each item : a functional one requiring the Seasons EP, and a deco version that’s base game compatible.
All functional items are set up just like the Seasons thermostat, which means they’re interconnected : place one in a room and all units will share the same temperature. They include both heating and cooling options.
As in the first part, I’ve also included some worn-out variants to add a little more realism (scratches, discoloration, duct tape, dents, and dust).
I’ve separated the BGC and Seasons versions into two folders, so you can just download the one you want.
This set includes :
95' Thermostat
Modern Thermostat
Mural AC
Vintage Thermostat
Window (or not) AC Unit
Portable AC
Ceiling AC Unit
For some obscure reason, the functional Portable AC isn’t placeable unless you use the bb.moveobjects cheat, even though the BGC version works just fine without the cheat. LOL (Lacks Of Logic...)
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Summary - Jake has been obsessed with you for a long time and he's fed up of waiting for you to notice him.
Warnings - NONCON, Dubcon, somnophelia, mentions of period (not during sex), masturbation. 18+ Only! My warnings are not extensive so enter at your own risk!
Word Count - 2k
You'd been living in your apartment with your roommate, Jake Jensen, for a year now and he was beginning to lose it. He'd been obsessed with you from the minute you walked through the door, but you never showed any interest in him and it frustrated him to no end.
He tried to show you how perfect he could be, making you your coffee in the mornings, cooking meals, showering you in chocolate and attention when you were on your period.
When that didn't work he switched tactics, walking around the apartment with his torso on show, waiting to see if you peeked at his abs or looked lustfully after him, but you never did, he was firmly planted in the friend zone.
When you started bringing dates home, the only reprieve he could find was pressing his ear to the ajoining wall to your room and jacking himself off while listening to your moans. He'd heard you have sex so many times that he knew every little sound you made, which ones were forced and fake and which ones you made as you crossed the precipice of pleasure.
Being the tech genius he was, he already had access to all your socials and accounts, often checking your search history or messages for any clues of what he was doing wrong, of what he could do to make you want him as badly as he wanted you, but he always came up short.
On this particular evening, Jake was out. Where he was, you didn't know, but you took the opportunity to open your laptop and put on your favourite porn site, slipping your hand into your pants beneath your oversize sleepshirt and tickling your clit until you came with a cry on your shared sofa.
Exhausted from your plight, you closed the laptop lid and escaped to your room, dramatically dropping onto your sheets and falling asleep in record time.
When Jake came home he was beyond frustrated. Going out with his loser friends was always fun, until they'd all make a show of collecting women to take home and he had to come home with his own fist yet again, wishing you were waiting for him.
He dropped down onto the sofa with a huff and scrubbed his hand through his blonde hair, before noticing your laptop laying on the coffee table. He peeked towards your bedroom door seeing it closed and quickly lifted the laptop lid.
It was locked of course, password protected and sure that would have been a problem if he hadn't figured out your password months ago, so he quickly put it in and gasped when your last activity blared on the screen.
He couldn't believe his eyes, you had been sat where he sat, watching porn like a naughty girl, but that wasn't the only thing that caught his eye, it was what you were watching. Somnophelia porn, 'Taking my girlfriends pussy while she sleeps' the title read.
"You kinky little minx." He mumbled to himself as he clicked the back button on the browser, only to be led to yet another video, 'Fucked her awake'.
"So this is what you're into huh?" He mused with a smirk.
Jake put the laptop back down, unsurprised that his cock had stiffened in his pants and he grabbed it through the fabric with a soft groan.
He looked back towards your doorway while he palmed his length and before he knew it he was on his feet, ear pressed to your door listening for any sound of movement.
When he heard none, he slowly pushed down the handle and carefully opened the door.
He could have come in his pants at the sight that met him. You were lying on your side on top of your sheets in nothing but a sleepshirt and a tiny pair of panties. your shirt had ridden up over your abdomen revealing your plush ass and your soft breaths filled the space.
His cock twitched and pressed harder against his jeans uncomfortably.
"Okay big guy, hold on." He mumbled quietly to his cock, as he unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them to the ground, stepping out of them along with his shoes and leaving him in his shirt and boxers.
"Fuck that's better." He whispered as his cock relished the more breathable space of just his soft baggy boxers.
He palmed his length one more time as he looked over your form and his mind began to run wild with ideas, ideas formed from your own filthy porn search.
He padded over to your bed and gently sat on the mattress, looking at you tensely, relieved when you didn't react. He continued on, laying down on his side so he was almost flush to your back, close but not touching, not wanting to risk too much incase you woke.
"Do you know how crazy you make me?" He whispered as he roughly grabbed his covered cock and tugged firmly.
He knew what he was doing was wrong, that he should back up and leave but he was so turned on and so fed up of waiting for you to notice him. As he lifted his hand from his cock and placed it on your hip he cursed under his breath, unsure just how far he was willing to take this little ploy.
His thumb circled over your flesh and he wasn't surprised to find just how soft you were.
Getting no resistance from you, he slid his hand slowly onto your belly, propping his head up with his other arm, resting on the elbow so he could watch what he was doing.
"Been thinkin' of ways to get you to notice me for so long." He mumbled as his hand continued its journey.
His palm soon met the underside of your bare tit and he bit down on his lip harshly to stop the moan that threatened to come out. He knew then and there that there was no stopping him now, he needed you and he was finally going to take what should be his.
His palm cupped your tit, massaging the flesh before he swiped his thumb over your nipple, feeling it harden to his touch.
"God, you want this too don't you?" He murmered, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to shoulder as he continued massaging your tit.
"I know you're gonna love this." He whispered against your skin, releasing your tit to slip his hand back down towards your abdomen.
When Jake reached the apex of your panties, he pressed his mouth to your shoulder to muffle the groan that erupted from his lips. He slipped his fingers under the material, fingering the soft tuft of hair before reaching your folds and swiping a finger gently over them.
When he heard you moan he pulled his head back in surprise, eyes widening as your lips parted.
It was all the convincing he needed to continue on, dipping two fingers into the growing wetness and locating your clit, rubbing soft circles over it as you began gasping softly in your sleep.
His fingers slipped down through your folds, collecting some of the slick pooling before working back up over your nub, while he listened to your ragged breaths.
"Jesus baby you're dripping. You really do like this don't you?" He whispered.
He finally shuffled forwards an inch, pressing himself flush to your back and began humping his hard cock against your ass as he worked over your clit.
"Fuck baby I gotta get my cock in you, waited long enough." He groaned impatiently, quickly removing his fingers from you.
He slipped his boxers down to his thighs and groaned when his cock pressed between your ass cheeks.
"Fuck." He muttered before steadying himself and slipping your panties to the side.
He pressed his tip to your entrance and bit down on his lip hard as he slowly pushed into your wet channel, hearing you whine in pleasure.
"Oh god you feel amazing." He rasped when he bottomed out inside you, hips flush to your backside.
"Gonna make you feel so good." He murmured as he placed his hand on your hip and slowly withdrew his cock before pushing it back inside with a groan.
He began a slow pace inside your cunt, allowing you to get used to his cock as he dragged it along your walls and gently tapped his head to your cervix, hearing your soft panting and moans.
"You're never gonna leave my cock again, not now I know how filthy you are." He muttered before his hips snapped forward of their own accord harshly and you squeaked.
"Gonna fuck you full of my cum." He continued, beginning an onslaught of harder thrusts into your pussy as he lost all self control, unable to believe just how good you felt around him, how perfect you were.
"No man will ever get near you again." He grunted, hand tightening on your hip possessively.
You whined loudly and your eyes fluttered, head tipping up to the ceiling as you struggled to slip from sleeping to awake.
"Don't worry baby, I'll fill you up good, fuck a baby into you," He groaned, "Then you cant ever leave me."
You slowly came too with a moan, eyes adjusting to the darkened room. You were still moaning when you realised your dream wasn't a dream and you were currently impaled on a cock, a bigger cock than you'd ever felt in your life that was currently hammering into your pussy with no remorse.
"What..." You whimpered softly as your brain began to register what was happening.
The hand on your hip released and quickly covered your mouth, muffling your protests as Jake's lips pressed to your cheek.
"Shhh, it's just me." Jake whispered softly, "I know how bad you've been dreamin' of this."
His cock slid in and out of your pussy sloppily and you couldn't deny how good it felt. You even felt somewhat relieved that it was Jake and not some stranger.
"Left your porn to tempt me didn't you?" He grunted, "Knew I wouldn't be able to resist."
Your moan muffled in his palm as the impact of his cock on your cervix was pushing you towards climax and you couldn't deny you were enjoying every second he was buried inside of you.
"You're gonna fuckin' take it and when I'm done, you'll know you belong to me." He continued and your eyes rolled back in delight.
Jake's hips slapped against your ass and your hands clutched desperately at the sheets. His grunts and groans behind you only served to get you closer and closer to the blissful edge.
"Gonna keep you stuffed all day every day, even when you're sleeping." He groaned and you whimpered loudly against his palm, feeling tears prickle in your eyes.
"Cause I know how much you fuckin' want it." He continued.
You screamed suddenly into his hand as you came, pussy clamping down on his cock as your eyes rolled and stars danced across your vision.
"Oh fuck baby that's it, fuck oh fuck." Jake babbled against your cheek as he chased his release.
His thrusts became erratic while he groaned loudly, until he stilled at the hilt and you felt him fill you with his come. You both came down from your highs with heaving chests and harsh pants.
Jake made no attempt to remove his cock when he'd caught his breath, leaving it buried inside you as he released your mouth.
"Jake..." You whispered finally, unsure what you were going to even say. You enjoyed every blissful second even though you knew it was wrong.
"Shhh baby," He whispered before pressing a soft kiss to your cheek, "Go to sleep, I'm not going anywhere."
When rafe asked you on a fancy date over the phone you were as nervous as you were mind numbingly excited. You had only told your mother, but she told everybody on Sunday brunch and that’s how you ended up having five of your older sisters in your room controlling your entire date.
Lilah and pen were blending liquids and powders into your face as Mandy and Campbell thrown dresses around your walk in closet. Shilah laid across your bed bitching. All as you sat on the dressing table fighting some internal nerves.
“Gosh, y/n why wont your skin just absorb this fucking make up”
“Oh my g- RAFE JUST TEXTED Y/N!” shilah squeeled from the bed as you bit your lip nervously.
“What’s it say..” you looked at Shilah through the mirror as she smirked opening the phone.
“He’s just done with gym and……. He’ll be here in hour and half” she stares absentmindedly as she starts tying.
“What are you doing? Shilah don’t do that, give me my phone” you plead, not able to stand up with the girls above you pushing you down to stay still on the seat.
“Oh my god, what’d you say” Mandy giggles from the closet.
“Nothing! Just how excited little y/n is over here” she crawls off the bed, kissing your cheeks and dropping the phone in front of you on the desk.
Rafe: hey, just finished gym, I’ll be there in hour and half?
: that’s perfect, I’m so exciteddddd, cya soon cxxxx
Rafe: …
You wanted to crawl into the ground waiting for his response. You sounded so eager and you hated it. You felt nauseous at the thought of him laughing at your message with his friends.
Rafe: Yeah me too, see you xx
You bit down a smile, flipping your phone over before your sisters could read the text.
You stood in front of the mirror in a tiny dress, and a caked face of make up. Heels that made you four inches taller, nothing on the boy that was picking you up any minute.
Your sisters snickered by the window as you reapplied lip gloss nervously. You heard an engine dull, a door slam, and multiple girl screams as the pit in your stomach started to come up.
You rushed down the stairs and swung the door open before anyone could beat you to it.
His face lit up at the sight of you, and then did a once over to take you in while you were dolled up. He was dolled up too and your tummy turned.
He was in jeans and a black and grey polo. His hair was slightly wet and messy, in contrast to the rest of him which was neat and tidy. He was holding colourful flowers that you blushed as you accepted and let down on the coffee table inside the door.
“You look pretty” he stated, rolling off his tongue casually as you beamed up at him, not noticing you were staring, smiling a tad creepily, not that he minded.
“Thanks, you look pretty too” you said in between smiling. Not realising anything anything wrong with how you were talking to a nineteen year old boy. You thought pretty was a fitting word. His eyebrows raised smiling as they quickly flickered to multiple girls peeking around the door at the top of the stairs as his brows furrowed and turned his attention back to you, ignoring them.
“Right? You ready?” You nodded shutting the door quickly and turning back around to messily bump into his chest. “Oh! Sorry rafe” you moved back into the door. “S’my fault, let’s head” he let you know as he grabbed your hand and hauled you to the car, opening your door and closing it.
You watched the big houses pass, waving small at your elderly neighbour who you bake cupcakes for every Wednesday, mrs sherry.
Rafe was casually tapping on the wheel to the beat of the music the radio station inside his car was playing. Every minute or two his vision would shift towards you, making sure of something you weren’t aware of.
You didn’t have a thought inside your head, and for the first time in your life that didn’t feel wrong or awkward.
In the past week, since meeting him at the country club, he had called you three time. He told you he wanted to call you more but he was busy, and you believed him. He seemed like he was someone who had a schedule, unlike you who drifted. Each call he was sweet and it somehow eased you slowly into sharing more with him.
You had found out he was working for his father, ward Cameron. He was set to take over things within the next few years when ward retires. He told you he has two sisters, Sarah and wheezie. His favourite colour was blue. He had a trip planned in two weeks to New York City for business with two other men. He listened to music you suggested and would always wait a few seconds after you finished talking, just to ensure he didn’t interrupt you because he was desperate for all the small sentences he could get. Every little thing he told you and, what you observed, you lapped up. You wanted to know all the small things, and all the big things. You had never been so curious. Anything else you could simply study in a book, not an actual boy though. Rafe cameron you had to be in his presence to learn things. which was becoming your preferred method of study. Because no books could make you feel the way he was making you right now.
Your eyes met once again as he pulled into the beach car park and he unclipped his seatbelt as you smiled, mirroring him. He was around the car opening your door before you could pick up your handbag from the floor. Which you usually wouldn’t leave on the car floor, but rafes car was clean.
When you stepped out of the car, the smell of the salty sea hit you. Rafes hand was immediately clasped in yours as he attempted to walk at your stoll pace down the docks. “You got us a reservation at Logies?” You blink up at him giggling, swinging his hand. Logies was the best restaurant on the docks. It had the majority of everything on the menu.
He squeezed your hand smiling, “you like Logies?” You nodded quickly as you turned the corner, entering the restaurant.
“Cameron” he replied to the woman at front desk. “Alrighty, follow me” as she lead you to an outside table, tucked in the corner. Rafe tucked your seat in behind you, and you thought you might drop dead with how sweet he was being.
When it came time to order, you panicked and said “same!” And were now stuck with steak, you liked steak but you wanted pasta.
When the dinners arrived, you didn’t care about your steak because rafe was in front of you talking about midsummers and how his family was hosting this years. You gushed about your dress, and how your fitting was in three days. You didn’t fail to blush when he said you’d look beautiful.
After a minute of wrestling with your dinner, rafe wordlessly snatched your cutlery and cut your steak for you while not cutting the conversation about colours of ties and his friends being bossed by their dates.
You didn’t have a date, and you hoped rafe would still be interested in you by midsummers.
After dinner and a double dozen of flushed cheeks, the evening was setting and rafe paid for dinner. You felt half bad because you only had your phone, a rhode lip gloss and a mini Gucci perfume in your purse. After dinner you didn’t want to go home, not even a tiny bit.
“Ice cream?” You followed rafes eyesight to the ice cream van on the promenade. You nodded eagerly “mhm sure” and without a second of processing, he was dragging you by your hand, and it seemed to be a habit of his.
A half an hour later and you were sat on the docks, licking your ice cream as rafe sat next to you, watching the sea distracted. There was some music in the background coming from a tourist gift shop. Rafe had you tucked under his beefy arm and the sight to anyone else was a long lasting couple, you hoped that was what you would become but instead you were seeing him, and somehow that was enough, for now.
You hummed to the music as you finally got to the cone. You lifted the cone to rafes lips as he bit down and you giggled softly.
“I better take you home, I don’t want them thinking I kidnapped you”
“they won’t care” you muttered sounding way too desperate.
“Still.. getting late”
“fine, let’s go” you mumbled, standing up and brushing your dress down as you began to walk, just to be pulled back by the hand “I don’t want to bring you home, but I have to, okay? If I could, I’d keep you with my all day” you’re face grew red hot by the admission.
“S’okay rafe, I know” your head bent down as he grabbed your hand again and began to walk.
As his car pulled up slowly on the long drive, your head started to spin. You didn’t want to leave this car or this boy.
“Bye rafe, thank you for tonight it was really…” you racked your head, regretting not prescribing on the way home “good” you whispered.
He smiled, watching you as you talked. “Yeah? Do it again then pretty?” You’re face smiled with your mouth parted in numb shock of everything that was happening. You realised you hadn’t replied and nodded rapidly as he just smiled at your cuteness.
You leant in to kiss his cheek lightly and unlocking the door. You stood on the concrete ground
I don't know how this lichen got its name, common or scientific, but I think more organisms should be classified as "lax" or as "slackers" just to remind us all that we don't have to constantly be on our grind to get by. This crustose lichen has an inconspicuous, mostly endosubstratic (growing within the substrate) thallus of dull beige or yellow. It produces lecanorine apothecia which have a strongly constricted basal holdfast, and prominent, undulating margin. The apothecial discs of this species vary in color from beige to ochre to olive-green to gray, and are often covered in a layer of chalky pruina. L. laxa grows on acidic bark and wood, usually restricted to thin branches or twigs. It has a strong affinity for chaparral vegetation, and has been found in California and maybe in Spain? More work still needed, but not today. Today we are honoring our pal L. laxa and slacking off just a bit . . .
You know what I'm obsessed with. Overlooked trauma. IT DRIVES ME INSANE. Like if everyone else overlooks it I won't. The best example I can think of rn is frozen bc I just rewatched it. And Anna's trauma KILLS me. And don't get me wrong Elsa has it bad, and everyone knows it. But people tend to ignore Anna and says she was causing more problems are smt but Anna was literally left to her own devices her ENTIRE LIFE. I feel like when she said "I can't live like this anymore" that said enough.
WHY IS HE SO RIDICULOUSLY UNDERRATED AND SO HOT-? Like I'm sorry I have OC's based on this man and I genuinely can't grasp how even the Twilight fandom forgets that Jasper / Jackson exists. It's criminal. Justice for Jasper Hale, Justice for Jackson Rathbone.
