#risky

[straycatj]

家主のシゴトちゅう　おりきのしたでねるです

しらせておかないと

家主立つとき　ふまれるです

I sometimes sleep under weaving loom when my landlady is working....she may tread on me without noticing it

[3lliebaby]

maybe too risky

[number4syndrome]

Tease | ln4

▪️ summary: let’s just say, you love to poke the bear.

▪️ pairing: Lando Norris x gf!reader

▪️ words count: 2k+

▪️ warnings: 18+, dom!lando, overstimulation, p in v, semi-public, risky, jealousy, power-play, teasing, aftercare

▪️ author’s note: okayokayyy! this was such a random idea. and i just can’t stop with dom!lando. there’s some fluff in the end but eh.. it’s mostly domestic. soo enjoy!!🤗 kissessss!💕

It had been an amazing day. Beach in the morning, delicious food for lunch, a long golden-hour walk in the park. A fucking romantic vacation.

You loved it when you and Lando could just be together—no cameras, no press, no managers. Just the two of you. Just the real version of him.

Now, you were getting ready for a night out—just a little bar tucked away on a quiet street, the kind with dim lights and overpriced drinks.

Lando was already dressed: a fitted, elegant t-shirt, tailored shorts, clean white sneakers. Effortless. Ridiculously good. You glanced at him as he sat sprawled across the hotel sofa, scrolling through his phone, waiting for you without a care in the world.

You turned back to the mirror, fingers adjusting the delicate silver necklace lying above your collarbones—his gift.

Matching silver bracelets glimmered on your wrists, small hoops brushed your jaw, and your hair was swept into a classy bun, soft strands framing your face just right.

But none of that really mattered.

The dress was the weapon tonight.

A silk, jet-black mini dress. The neckline dipped just low enough to make his jaw clench, but not low enough to give it all away.

The back? Almost indecent. Dipped so far it stopped just above your ass.

The hem was short—so short it barely hid anything. So light it fluttered with every step. So easy to lift.

You wore heels, of course. Just to make sure he really couldn't look anywhere else.

You knew exactly what you were doing.

You wanted to make him a little mad. A little tense. A little obsessed.

You sighed softly—loud enough to grab his attention.

When you turned, his head snapped up.

And oh. That look.

That was what you were playing for.

His eyes widened, scanning you top to bottom. His jaw tensed. His tongue flicked across his bottom lip like he didn't even realize he was doing it.

Perfect.

He stood, moving behind you with that smug, knowing smile. His arms wrapped around your waist from behind as he rested his chin on your shoulder, eyes meeting yours in the mirror.

"You ready, love?" he whispered.

You cupped his face, letting your fingers drag along the sharp edge of his jaw as you locked eyes with him in the reflection.

"Yes," you whispered.

He kissed your shoulder softly, smiling to himself. "Perfect."

Then he laced his fingers with yours. "Let's go."

—

The bar was exactly what you wanted—quiet, local, low lighting. A few scattered groups chatted quietly, but everyone minded their own business.

You and Lando took seats at the bar. He ordered a whiskey, neat. You got a pink gin tonic garnished with berries. Classy. Sweet.

His hand rested lazily on your thigh while you talked, sipping drinks, laughing in low voices. His fingers occasionally stroked the inside of your leg, climbing dangerously close to where you already ached for him. His touch made you dizzy.

But you wanted more.

You didn't want soft Lando.

You wanted the possessive one. The one with a fire behind his eyes.

The one who couldn't stand to share you—even with a look.

And lucky for you, the bartender was already doing half the job.

He kept staring.

You noticed. Lando definitely noticed.

And you? You knew exactly what to do with it.

So when the guy came back over, leaning a little too close to take your empty glass asking if you need an another one, you smiled sweetly.

"No thank you, dearest," you said, voice soft and bright. "But these gin tonics were amazing."

You could feel Lando shift beside you. His hand squeezed your thigh just slightly. A warning.

The bartender, however, clearly lacked survival instincts.

"Well," he said, smiling, "it's easy to make good drinks for a beautiful girl like you."

You felt Lando go still beside you.

You knew that look was already forming on his face—the kind that could end a man's career.

And still...

You giggled. Innocently. Teasingly. Sinfully.

"Oh, you're too kind, darling," you replied.

Lando's hand squeezed your thigh so hard you knew it'd leave a mark.

The bartender laughed, winked, and finally walked off.

You shook your head with a tiny smile and turned toward Lando.

He was still staring at the guy's retreating back, fuming.

"He's nice, isn't he?" you said, brushing your hand along his.

He didn't even look at you. Just grabbed your hand and stood. "Get up. Now. We're leaving."

You let him pull you up from the barstool, biting back a smile.

"What? Aren't you having fun?" you teased. "This place is really nice."

"Shut up," he muttered darkly.

You smirked, heart racing, thighs pressed together as you walked beside him toward the exit.

You knew exactly what was coming.

And you were already wet for it.

You walked back to the hotel in silence.

The air between you was thick with tension—electric, volatile, dangerous.

Your suite was on the top floor. Huge. Luxurious. Bigger than your old apartment.

But right now, it felt like a pressure cooker.

Lando was quiet when you arrived. Too quiet.

He opened the door, gestured for you to go in first.

You did.

You walked into the center of the room, heels clicking softly against the marble.

Behind you, the door clicked shut.

Then—silence.

You looked back over your shoulder.

Lando stood with his back against the door, arms crossed over his chest, eyes locked on you. Watching. Thinking. Breathing slowly like a man trying to hold something in.

"Strip," he said.

You raised a brow, lips curling into a smirk. But you didn't argue.

You tossed your little purse onto the couch, turned your head forward again—and reached for your straps.

"And make it slow," he added, voice lower now. Rougher.

"I want to see everything."

You swallowed hard. Shivers raced down your spine.

You slid one strap off your shoulder. Then the other.

Lando had the perfect view—your back, and thanks to the mirror in front of you, your front too.

The dress dipped lower.

The fabric pooled at your waist, revealing your bare chest.

You saw his reflection in the mirror. His tongue flicked over his bottom lip.

You pulled the little zipper at the side of your dress, the soft rasp of it echoing like a countdown.

And then the silk slipped to the floor.

You stood there—naked. Exposed. Glowing in the low hotel light.

Lando moaned.

Low. Guttural. Possessive.

You didn't move.

He walked toward you slowly. Stalking. A predator in linen and lust.

You felt him stop behind you. His breath hit your neck.

"You thought you were so clever, didn't you, darling?" he whispered, mimicking the word in the same sweet tone you'd used at the bar.

You smirked. "Were you jealous?"

He didn't answer at first—just slid one hand up your inner thigh, slow and deliberate.

"Was that your plan, baby?" he murmured against your skin. "To make me lose my fucking mind?"

His fingers brushed over your core, already soaked. You hissed at the contact.

Lando chuckled breathlessly. "Oh you filthy fucking slut..."

His voice was dark silk, wrapped in teeth.

"You wanted this," he growled. "You wanted to make me mad."

His fingers slid up and down your folds, just teasing.

"You wanted me to lose it," he said, biting your earlobe.

"To drag you out of that bar and ruin you."

You whimpered. He was right. Every word.

"Alright then," he whispered. "You wanna play games?"

His breath was hot against your skin. "I'm all about games."

Before you could react, he pushed you forward—hard—until your palms hit the cold floor-to-ceiling window.

You gasped, your chest pressing against the glass.

"Lan—" you stuttered, looking down. "Someone could see—"

"I know," he growled behind you, already stripping down.

You heard his t-shirt hit the floor. Then the click of his belt.

Then—nothing but his breath. And the heat of him.

"But if you wanted to show off that bad..." he hissed, stepping up behind you, pressing his cock hard against your ass.

"Then let's show the whole fucking city..."

You whimpered. He reached between your legs again, just enough to make your knees shake.

"Let's show them," he murmured, lips brushing your shoulder, "who fucks you stupid every single night."

He didn't even give you time to register what was happening before he thrusted into you.

You screamed, collapsing forward against the window.

"F–fuck, Lando—" you gasped, your breath fogging the glass.

He didn't stop. His hips slammed into yours relentlessly, fucking you into the window like a man possessed.

You felt your bun unravel—he had yanked the hair tie out, fingers twisting into your hair as he dragged your head back onto his shoulder.

"You like that, huh?" he spat, lips brushing yours, voice thick with lust. "Like me like this? All possessive?"

"Yes—Lando," you moaned, eyes fluttering shut.

"Yes what, sweetheart? I didn't quite catch that."

"I like you— I love you like this," you whimpered.

He grinned against your cheek, still pounding into you, pulling your hair a little tighter as he buried his face in your neck, sucking bruises into your skin. It was too much. You were already soaked before even reaching the hotel, and now your body was clenching around him like it was begging to fall apart.

Suddenly, he pulled out. You whimpered, body collapsing against the window for support.

"No—Lando, please, I was so close—"

"You're not coming," he said coldly. "Not yet."

He turned you around, grabbing your face in both hands.

"You think you can play games like that, tease me like that, without consequences?" he growled against your lips.

"Oh no, pretty girl. You're gonna pay."

He kissed you—rough and hungry, lips and teeth crashing together. You moaned, arching into him, desperate for friction, for anything. But he pulled away with a cruel laugh.

"You're pathetic."

You whined.

He grabbed your wrist and spun you around, pressing your back to his chest in front of the full-length mirror.

"Now," he said, locking eyes with you in the reflection. One arm held you tightly around the waist. The other slid down to your ass.

Smack.

You yelped.

"You're gonna stand right here and watch me ruin you. And maybe, if you see what I do to you, you'll remember not to tease me again."

"You love when I tease you," you whispered, bold and breathless.

A flicker of a smirk tugged at his lips—you saw it in the mirror. You were right. But it vanished just as fast.

Smack. You moaned.

Smack.

"Did I give you permission to speak?"

You bit your lip hard.

"Shut up and take it like a good girl," he growled, thrusting back into you without warning.

He didn't give you a second to adjust. He slammed into you over and over, brutal and relentless, hips snapping against yours with unforgiving precision. His hand came up to your throat—not choking, just holding, owning. His other hand found your clit and started circling it, fast and perfect.

You reached behind you, grabbing at the back of his head, tugging at his curls. He groaned low and pulled your head up, kissing you again—messy, desperate.

It was too much.

All of it.

The pace. The grip. The mirror. Him.

Tears spilled from your eyes as the overwhelming pleasure crashed through you.

You clenched around him—tight, desperate.

He felt it.

"Come," he whispered, breaking the kiss for just a second.

And you did.

You came hard, screaming into his mouth as he fucked you through it, not slowing, not stopping. He didn't let go until he spilled inside you, moaning into your neck, holding you tight as he rode out the waves.

He stayed there for a while—inside you, against you, his breath ragged against your skin.

Your legs were limp. Your body collapsed against his chest, shaking and spent.

He pulled out gently, kissing your shoulder before wrapping an arm under your legs and another around your back, lifting you effortlessly.

He carried you to the bed, laying you down like you were made of porcelain.

Then he disappeared briefly, returning with a warm cloth.

As he cleaned you up, he pressed soft kisses to your hips, your thighs, your stomach—everywhere.

When he was done, he climbed into bed beside you, pulled you onto his chest, and wrapped the blanket around both of you.

"You okay?" he asked softly, lifting your chin so he could see your eyes.

"Perfect," you whispered, smiling lazily. "I love this side of you."

He chuckled, eyes sparkling. "My God... you can be such a slut."

You giggled. "Yeah, and you love it."

He shook his head, laughing quietly. "Yeah... maybe. But I'm sure I love you."

He kissed the top of your head.

"I love you too, pretty boy," you whispered, brushing your lips against his jaw.

He sighed, fingers trailing lazily down your spine.

"Hmm. Maybe I won't kill that bartender after all."

You laughed in disbelief, burying your face in his chest as sleep slowly claimed you both.

[official-cvntified-gay]

risky!wanda who without a doubt would grope your ass in public, especially during one of the church's meet. She would approach you with that sweet smile of hers. Some might think that was just her friendly face but you knew better, that's the face when she's planning something. And that she did, at first it was just a polite hand on your back until her hand got further down your ass. She would give you light slaps, careful not to make noise for your own sake. Not hers, if she's not married she would smack your ass even in front of the whole church.

Oh, she'd give you a big bruising hickey on your neck during a get together in your church, after she fucked you in the bathroom. She's so smug about it, smirking as she watched you squirm under their gazes, trying so hard to hide that big mark with your hair. You got squirmy knowing people knew about your dirty business and they took noticed that your mark was definitely not there when you get to the event. So they knew that it's from someone in the church.

risky!wanda can't go long without touching you, during one dinner with your parents where they invited her in your home. You're next to her peacefully eating your dinner when you felt her hand on your thigh not thinking about it until it move higher and you're wearing a skirt, she took advantage of it, now she's caressing and squeezing your inner thigh, next thing you know she's rubbing your clit against your lacy undies, while innocently conversing with your parents.

risky!wanda who knew what she's doing, so during dinner when you ask for something, "Mommy can you pass me that dish?" and and she without hesitation reach for the same plate at the same time with your mother, she knew what she did. Your mother looking at her in confusion and you wanted the ground to swallow you, you wanted to run right then. She saved it of course, "Oh, sorry. I was so used to the twins asking me at the dinner table" and your mother nodded in understanding but you knew she did it on purpose.

risky!wanda who definitely fucked you somewhere in the church. Church is a place of worship. And worship she did, with her on her knees, hands gripping your hips to keep your pussy firmly on her tongue. Your moans echoing the walls of the place as she eat you up like there's no tomorrow, she believed you rewarded her faith when you gave her your sweetness.

risky!wanda who invited you into their home and fucked you until her husband was pulling into their garage, she definitely have a kink of getting caught. She'd cage you with her arms when you tried to move away from her, fingerinng you faster until you're falling apart from her fingers. Wanda would definitely challenge you to come, "come before he asks for me, if you don't I won't make you come for a week" as her fingers keep curling to that sweet spot of yours. She'd coo as you come on her fingers, panting as she let you ride out your orgasm. You're too hazy to know what's happening, all of a sudden you're both dress and greeting Vision.

I CAN'T BYE-

[dadasdaughter]

Quick play in the woods 😇😈😈… someone saw me take this. (Ps; should be getting chased here)

[theonlyriftwalker]

Why I don't use ACR and what I use instead of it.

-Now, as soon as you hear risky woohoo, most of you will think of ACR. But that’s not what I use, for 3 very specific reasons.

1) For some reason, it disables reaction of family members/friends when someone is cheating. I saw this online, tested it myself and it’s absolutely true. Angela and Lilith saw Daniel making out with Kaylynn and didn’t care at all. With ACR removed, they got pissed, they hate them and are furious with them both. AND because they saw it, they COULD gossip about it to Mary Sue and she could find out about the cheating that way.

2) Out of curiosity, I tested ACR some more and I didn’t like what I saw. Mary Sue caught Daniel cheating, is now furious at him and hates him. But when I went to have them woohoo with ACR, she accepted. And when I had them to woohoo the normal way, she rejected him. Same with all the other interactions. ACR accepted, normal EA interactions rejected.

I’m pretty sure that ACR doesn’t take into account how the recipient of the action is feeling towards the person that’s initiating the action. Or maybe it’s something else, but either way, it’s weird.

3) If they took out reactions to cheating, what else was taken out is my question. I’m wary of it now, because I don’t know what else was changed without it being stated.

Now,what I use instead is RCC by Midge The Tree for these functions:

Now, onto the list of what I use it for.

1) Risky woohoo. I put it at 15℅ while Try for Baby is 50℅. That’s just my personal preference.

2) It enables teen woohoo, young adult woohoo and woohoo with Bigfoot. Yeap, that’s right, you can get it down with Bigfoot.

3) A playable sim that’s visiting can get pregnant if there’s a risky woohoo or a try for baby being done.

4) There’s also fertility options as well, along with being able to toggle and make a sim infertile.

5) I use it for same sex pregnancy.

All in all, an amazing mod with all these great options.

And, yes, I use same sex pregnancy. But I don’t care about realism, this game is extremely unrealistic in some aspects anyways. And besides, in The Sims 3 ,in Into the Future, there’s an option to engineer a baby for same sex couples. The Sims 3 is canonically DECADES before everything in The Sims 2 happens. Who says that some medical procedures weren’t done with the help of aliens or something and now everyone can become pregnant? Considering men can already get pregnant because of alien abduction, same sex pregnancy also because of that aspect + the medical procedures, isn’t even unrealistic and I don’t know why people say it is.

But, if you want same sex pregnancies and you want realism, simply do this.

1) Have your sim in a same sex relationship go for a walk or a jog or something.

2) Take away 2000 simoleons from the household.

3) When the sim comes back, use Sim Blender to make them pregnant.

There you go. You can pretend it’s like in The Sims 3. They went to a hospital and engineered a baby together which cost 2000 simoleons to do. I prefer this because I want to see the genetics of my couples mixed together.

As for sexualities,I use Sim Blender to randomize them. This is how that's done:

1) Click on Sim Blender.

2) Click on "Traits"

3) Click on "Hood"

4) Click on "Gender Pref"

And there it is! You can adjust the percenteges, run the randomizer and show hood census!

And that's basically it,ACR replaced as easy as that. For me,sims already flirt by themselves enough,so I'm good on that front. Maybe Romantic Standards by Midge also helped with that,I don't know.

I have a link to the adjusted percentages of risky woohoo on RCC. Try For Baby is 50% and for risky woohoo there's multiple options,the percentages on the folders are the risky woohoo percentages.

http://simfileshare.net/folder/240347/

[gorgals]