#simps house

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18 with soft rafe pls❤️ i feel like somewhere deep down he’s just someone who’s hurting who was never made to feel like they were enough or loved by the people that should always make him feel that way (his dad for example) so i feel like if a girl entered his life, after some time he drops the hard exterior and shows that side more. that he just wants to be loved and cared for. that’s what i like to think instead of him being a psycho killer ( i like to be fully unaware so that i feel better about being attracted to him😌)

18. “can you just… lay here with me?”

your heart was pounding as you wiped the sweat off your forehead. rafe was staring up at the ceiling, chest rising and falling as the satin sheet covered his torso down.

you stood up to get dressed, knowing that after rafe and you had done a couple rounds, it was expected of you to leave.

that’s how it had been for over a year. you didn’t ask him questions about his personal life, but you were always there when he needed to relieve some stress.

but as you went to grab undergarments, rafe’s rasp voice startled you.

“can you just… lay here with me?”

his voice was so coarse, almost if he spoke to loud his voice would crack.

you blinked at him a couple times, but the look on his face was something you noticed immediately.

and then you found yourself slipping back under the sheet, not knowing if he wanted to cuddle or just lay with you.

but when he put his head on your chest and wrapped his arms around you, you didn’t ask any questions.

you just placed your hand in his hair, gently massaging his scalp as he closed his eyes and relaxed.

and rafe loved that you didn’t ask questions, because he’s not sure he would be able to explain them without breaking down.

but he loved you, and despite him never showing it, you made him a safe space. a space where he didn’t have to try, impress, or pretend.

and he would do anything for you.

[simpforboys]

could you do neteyam with prompt 13 or 16 please

16. “why pick me?” “because no one is you.” with aged up!neteyam

neteyam watched your hips sway gracefully as you walked with a sense of pride, your tail swinging high as you pushed your braids from off your shoulders.

he loved looking at you, capturing your every move and studying it.

“bro, she’s going to think you’re a creep.”

lo’ak spoke from next to his brother, patting him on his broad shoulder. neteyam rolled his eyes.

neteyam looked at lo’ak, licking his fangs as he went to speak.

“i am not a creep, i just like admiring her.”

“admiring who?” you soft voice startled them both, eyes wide as you stared at neteyam.

the boy looked down at you, his ears falling with a blush to his cheeks. lo’ak grinned in amusement.

“see ya, y/n.” lo’ak waved off, following spider and kiri.

“has neteyam te suli tsyeyk’itan found a mate?” you gasped sarcastically, although trying to hide the heartbreaking tone in your voice.

neteyam playfully rolled his eyes at you, using his hip to bump yours.

your tail went to tickle his thigh, something that had him flinch away from you as you grinned.

“c’mon.” neteyam didn’t get to process your words as you took off, calling your ikran. neteyam watched in amusement as you jumped on the banshee, your body disappearing from the high camp.

neteyam called his own ikran, the green creature roaring as neteyam connected their queues. you had a head start, but neteyam quickly caught you.

your laugh made his heart flutter, a wide grin on his face as you yipped out. neteyam flew next to you, using his ikran to make yours falter. you gasped at him, doing the same motion back to him as you both laughed.

within minutes, you found your destination and landed your ikran smoothly on the ground.

neteyam furrowed his brows as you approached the tree of souls, debarking off your ikran. he followed you suspiciously, his hands out on his sides as he watched your body move so gracefully.

“y/n…” he trailed off as you connected your queue with the tree, bowing your head as you were in eywa’s presence.

neteyam was in awe, admiring the way the pink glow illuminated your features. your freckles were glowing white as your eyes stared up at him, sparkles evident in your pupils.

“i wish for you to be my mate, neteyam.”

your gentle words caught him off guard, his tail uncontrollably wrapping around yours.

“why pick me?”

“because no one is you,” you grabbed his hands in yours.

“i cannot imagine spending the rest of my life without waking next to you, going to bed with you, having children with you, and being loved by anyone other than you. it will never feel right, unless it is you.”

neteyam smiled widely at your words, resting his forehead against yours.

“oel ngati kameie (i see you), ma y/n.”

“oel ngati kameie, ma neteyam.”

@mayhemories @aonungsmate @seashelldom

[simpforboys]

hi lovely! could i get neteyam + #56 “behave”? tysm and congrats on reaching 4,000 followers, so deserved !! <33

56. “behave.” with aged up!olo’eyktan!neteyam, and thank you <33

the background noise of the forest night life filled your senses. after a successful hunt, you decided the clan should have a festival.

as tsahík, eywa was calling out to you that everyone needed a night of fun and fulfillment.

so when the hunters came back, they leaped off their ikrans and were surprised with cultural music and festivities.

“what is all this?” neteyam asked, a smile creeping on his face as you embraced your mate.

watching him grow into a strong leader throughout the years was something very special to you, and you couldn’t believe how lucky you were.

and neteyam couldn’t believe how lucky he was that you accepted to be his mate. you were the prettiest in the clan, his childhood best friend, and the only person he’s ever had eyes for.

“i think everyone should have fun tonight.” you rubbed your fingers against his forearm, his skin rough, yet gentle.

he grew taller than you, almost seven inches in difference. his shoulders were more broad as he had the piece of feathers every olo’eyktan wears, his sharp head piece still sitting on his forehead.

you had braided feathers into some of his hair one late night, giving yourself matching ones as neither of you could sleep.

hungry, neteyam grabbed some fruits off a platter and began eating.

you stood with him, watching with a smile on your face as the children danced. it wasn’t very often your people had parties, but when you did it was always a great time.

when neteyam finished chewing, he moved to hold you against him with your back pressed against his chest.

a mischievous idea snuck into your mind, an innocent look to bystanders as you took your tail and slowly crept it against neteyam’s inner thigh.

you could feel him shudder against you, knowing that turned him on.

“behave.”

his tone was firm, accent thick and you couldn’t help but smile.

“or what?”

“i might have to sneak you out of your own party.”

@mayhemories @aonungsmate

[simpforboys]

30 with sad angsty rafe cameron😙 my fav

30. “I’m not enough for you, and I never will be.”

your eyes were glossed with tears as your lip trembled.

"i just- i can't do this anymore, y/n."

rafe's voice was broken as he stared down at you, his heart breaking in his chest. he hated seeing you cry, always have and probably always will.

"i don't understand why..." you trailed off. you were hugging yourself in an attempt to comfort your body and emotions.

rafe bit his tongue. he so badly wanted to tell you the real reason, but he couldn't for your safety.

"there's someone else."

you accidentally let out a choked sob at his words. it felt like he grabbed your heart and crumbled it in front of you.

and all rafe wanted to do was to hug you, and tell you he's sorry and he doesn't mean it, but he knew his dad was watching his every move from the window of tannyhill.

you two stood in the driveway after rafe had texted you to come over, only to find out your boyfriend of one year was breaking up with you.

"is she richer? prettier?" your voice was coarse as it cracked, each word feeling like a punch to the gut.

rafe didn't get to answer before you spoke again.

"never mind. y'know, throughout our whole relationship i always doubted if i was good enough for you. what the hell would rafe cameron, kook prince, want with me? but i began to reassure myself after a year that maybe i was good enough, maybe we're meant to be. but apparently i'm not enough for you, and i never will be."

rafe held back his tears as he watched you get back into your car, watching as the tires disappeared as you turned left.

he broke down into a sob as he ran his hands through his hair, squatting down on the pavement as he cried.

he didn't want this, but his father was becoming more aggressive with the cross, and he knew it was the best decision.

but he began to question his previous ideas as he went through his first heartbreak, and he swore to himself that when this was all over, he was going to marry you and never make you feel like this ever again.

[simpforboys]

hii 68 or 57 jj maybank <3

57. "i'll bend you over this fucking table right now." + reminder that the last day of simp’s house is this saturday!!

you had been teasing him all mission long, distracting him from trying to find the map that john b desperately needed.

the one time he decides to focus is the one day you’re incredibly horny, wanting nothing more then to be filled to the brim with his cock.

so as jj rummaged through a desk you snuck up behind him, pressing kisses to his neck as your hands trailed under his shirt to touch his abs.

he shuddered underneath you, knowing that was his weakness.

“y/n.” he snapped at you, trying to focus.

“please, j. need you so bad.” you pleaded against his shoulder.

and jj fucking lost it- turning around as he roughly took your neck in his hand.

“i'll bend you over this fucking table right now."

“please,” you choked out. your clit was throbbing, begging for release.

jj practically growled as he forced you onto the table, pulling your shorts down. you gasped as his tongue made contact with your pussy, eyes shutting from the pleasure.

“j-“

“shut up, you wanted this, right?”

he sucked on your clit harshly, making you try to get further on the desk in an attempt to escape his assault.

“tryna leave? bad fucking girl, baby.”

with his words, a hand came down to slap roughly at your ass.

[simpforboys]

Congratulations on 4000! You’re such a talented writer and you really deserve it. 🥳

Prompt: smut 55 with Neteyam. ☺️

55. "didn't know you like to be treated like a whore." + saturday the 1st is the last day to request for simp’s house!! make sure you get your requests in asap :)

neteyam was in awe. you, the strongest healer of the omatikaya clan, on your hands and knees in front of him as he plowed into you from behind.

he never believed he would be able to see you like this, your innocent and soft demeanor throwing him off entirely.

but as you beg for more against him, your tail wrapped around his thigh as he roughly made you his bitch, he couldn’t help but relish the memory.

“m-more,” you whimpered out.

your eyes rolled to the back of your head as neteyam slapped your ass, a growl coming from his lips as his fingers reached down to grip your braids and yank your head back.

“didn’t know you like to be treated like a whore.” neteyam’s words were harsh as his balls slapped against your clit, pelvis slamming against your ass.

neteyam’s eyes lingered down to where you were taking him in, pushing his braids out of his face. he felt you clench around him, erupting an unexpected whimper to release from his mouth.

“neteyam.” you moaned out, your orgasm right on the brisk as you arched your back further. you moved your hand to your clit, rubbing quick circles.

“fuck, say that again.” he mewled, his name in your mouth sounding like eywa herself.

“neteyam- please,” you gripped the grass beneath you.

you could feel every vein of his pulsing cock, the member painfully hard as he continued to fuck you like a worthless whore.

“gonna cum f’me, pretty girl?” he taunted, a sinister grin on his face.

“please! please, ‘teyam.” your pleading was getting him close, loving the way your normal powerful and strong self was now being fucked dumb on his cock.

“come on, baby,” he said.

your legs shook as your body threatened you to fall, neteyam’s strong arms coming to wrap around your hips as he held your ass up so he could continue his assault.

“oh my eywa- neteyam!” your pussy clenched and tightened around his aching cock, ready to milk him for all he was worth.

“that’s a good girl,” he praised. with one final snap of his hips, he pushed your ass back against him as he shot his cum into your pussy.

you heard his purring as he came, the noises causing your clit to ache as you breathed out.

@mayhemories @seashelldom @aonungsmate

[simpforboys]

Congrats on 4000! You deserve it! You’re writing is absolutely amazing!!

I know you said “a” prompt but like 16 followed by 67 … 🥵

If you would; Neteyam Sully + 16 + 67, that would be a dream and otherwise, either one is lovely! You do what you feel comfortable with!

67. “didn’t think you could get any prettier” + i already did 16 with neteyam which you can find here

you yawned as your eyes were blurry, adjusting to the light as you were shaken awake.

you scowled, finally seeing your mate hovering over you. “come, ma y/n.”

your tail went to slap his hand away, but he caught it in his hand. he wrapped your tail around his wrist like a rope, tugging slightly. in a haze, you sat up as your mate picked you up.

your legs wrapped around him as his strong arms carried you, mumbling apologies softly into your ear about waking you up.

you hummed against him, still half asleep, allowing him to take you where he desperately desired.

after what felt like forever, you finally felt neteyam place you down onto your feet.

“look.”

you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, your pupils sparkling once you saw the sunrise eywa has blessed on pandora.

you marveled at the sight, standing with your mate’s hand on your lower back on a tree branch that overlooked the tree of souls.

“‘teyam.” you said in awe, your tail curling around his thigh as he pulled you closer.

“beautiful, isn’t it? now you see why i wanted you to experience it with me.”

the array of pinks, reds, oranges, and yellows was enough to make you forget about any problem you may ever face.

neteyam watched you, his hand lowering to your hip to pull you closer to him.

“didn’t think you could get any prettier.”

you looked up at your mate, pupils dilated as your nose twitched.

“me or the sunrise?” you grinned teasingly.

“you, my beautiful mate.”

[simpforboys]

48 w rafe🫡 love you<3

48. “they don’t love me, they’re not that stupid.” and i love you too <33

you took another sip from your red solo cup, your toes against the sand as the breeze hit your face.

the relaxing sounds of the ocean calmed you, despite the blasting music coming from topper’s radio.

you were at a party in the boneyard, kooks and pogues filling the island as the sun crept below the ocean. your eyes were stuck on the ocean as different music genres played.

you pursed your lips as you heard a girl giggling, her voice high as you peered over. a small blonde girl was under rafe's arm, her pupils dilated and she was definitely tipsy.

"what's up?" your friend, serena, questioned. she noticed the frown that crept its way onto your face.

her green eyes followed to what you were looking at, a disgusted look on her face as she saw him.

you and rafe had a thing going on for a few months, but he never made it official, much to your dismay. the prince of kildare had stolen your heart, but clearly you had yet to steal his.

"fuck him." serena rolled her eyes.

“i still think he loves you, y/n.” your other friend, trina, piped up. serena rubbed her hand up and down her girlfriend’s back.

“he doesn’t love me, he’s not that stupid.”

your sad words caused the girlfriends to give each other a look, not knowing what to say.

“anyone would be lucky to have you, y/n.”

but their words weren’t registering in your head as you made eye contact with rafe, his dilated pupils staring directly into your heartbroken ones.

neither one of you looked away, your eyes telling stories. but when the blonde girl grabbed rafe’s chin and forced him to look at her, you knew he was never going to love you the way you love him.