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actuallysaiyan · 8 months ago

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Don't It Make You Feel So Fine?(Satoru Gojo x Fem!Reader x Suguru Geto)

warnings: smut, drinking, unprotected sex, Satoru and Suguru are together, they are in their 20s, everyone lives AU, semi-public sex, threesome, creampie finish word count: 2.5k pairings: Satoru Gojo x Fem!Reader x Suguru Geto summary: one night after work, you head to your local barcade. Once there, you keep catching the eyes of a certain black-haired/white-haired pair... a/n: for the wonderful Hela(@whatshernameis) HOPE YOU LOVE IT!

The night is young and you’re itching to go out after work, It’s been a long week and all you want to do is go to the new barcade that opened up just last week. You’ve heard all your coworkers talking about it, It had made you feel so excited considering it’s been so long since you’ve gone out and done anything for yourself.

So after a quick dinner and a shower to prep yourself, you do your makeup and change to something cute but cozy and you head out for a night of fun.

You make your way down the stairs into the basement barcade. The vibes are wonderful already. A steady stream of alternative rock and synthpop playing in the background, neon lights decorating the scene, and lots of sounds of people laughing and having fun with the arcade and pinball machines. You smiled as you realized just how much fun you were about to have.

At the bar, you notice two men around your age. One of them with striking white hair and he’s wearing sunglasses. You find it odd that he’d be wearing sunglasses in such a dark bar, but maybe he likes to keep his sight private that way. The other, the one that smiles at you, has long black hair that he keeps up in a bun. Your eyes meet once again before the bartender takes your attention and you order a drink.

You look around the room, noticing just how big it is down here. Lots of arcade machines, and pinball machines…there’s an air hockey table that sits near two billiard tables. You’re so enticed by everything. First, you make your way towards one of the brightly lit arcade machines and you pop in a token.

The lights and the sounds pull you in. You’re having fun all by yourself, but out of the corner of your eye, you notice the white-haired man and black-haired man. They are a presence all on their own. Just a package deal, you thought to yourself. You’re soon alerted by the game that you are, in fact, losing because you’re so into the two men who passed by.

With a sigh, you down your drink and you turn towards another game to start playing. Despite this, you are so intrigued by the two men. They seem to be so close together, whispering things in each other’s ear. You wonder if maybe they are a couple. You begin to think how attractive they are and that there is no way they are actually interested in someone like you.

After a few more games, you head back to the bar for another drink. You smirk when you notice the pair once again. The dark-haired one is looking right at you as you sit on a stool a few seats away from them. The white-haired one smirks and then leans in to whisper in the other’s ear. Your heart races at the possibility of them talking about you.

Once you order your drink, you make your way over to the dance machine. There’s a gang of girls there that welcome you kindly to join them on the dance machine. You get to know them as you all take turns dancing. You end up being the most coordinated. Out of the corner of your eye, you keep noticing your pair of men watching you.

“Hey, I think those guys are watching us.” One of the girls points out. “They’ve been watching for a bit,” The other girl points out, then she nudges you. “They are cute, huh?”

You nod your head, trying not to let on that you’re extremely attracted to the pair. You and the girls all play a little longer until they decide to head upstairs for a little air. You part ways with them, promising to keep in touch as you all exchange contact details and social media handles.

Back to the bar you go, and this time you sit even closer to the pair. You’re pretending not to notice them, looking around the bar. But they’ve got their eyes on you and they are almost ready to pounce. The white-haired one smirks at you before approaching you and sitting right next to you. You notice he’s leaning closer to you.

“Havin’ fun?” He whispers in your ear. You shudder softly, “Uh yeah I suppose so. You?” Gojo smirks, “Oh I am. I can’t help but notice you. You’re a sight for sore eyes.”

This makes you blush. The bartender puts your drink down in front of you and just before you’re going to pay, Gojo turns to the bartender.

“Put it on my tab.”

The bartender nods and heads to the next patron. You blush even more and look down at your drink. What makes you so special that such a handsome man would buy your drink for you?”

“You didn’t need to do that,” you say. Gojo shrugs, “Sure, but I wanted to…besides, you see that guy over there.” He points to Suguru. “That’s my boyfriend and he thinks you’re hot.”

This leaves you speechless. Gojo smirks at your reaction. So he leans in and wraps his arm around you, pulling you closer. You can smell the sugary fruitiness on his breath. You wonder if he’s even drinking alcohol,

“He thinks you’re hot, and so do I. Wanna have some fun with us?” He asks, and you look at him. You can see his eyes peering over his glasses. “O-okay! Do you uhm…have anything in mind?”

This makes Gojo chuckle darkly. He takes your hand and leads you over to Suguru. He introduces you to the dark-haired man, who is a bit more mild-mannered than his white-haired counterpart and is still very excited to have you around.

“Sorry, sometimes my boyfriend gets these ideas in his mind. He thinks he’s got to act on all of them.” You shake your head and laugh, “No, it’s okay, Suguru. I’m not mad.”

The three of you find a table to sit at and listen to the music. You begin to get to know each other a bit more, just talking about yourselves. You find out that they are both teachers at a high school nearby; it’s the religious one or something along those lines. But these two certainly don’t look religious.

“It’s just a gig. We went to that school when we were younger,” Suguru explains. Satoru smirks, “Yeah…it’s where we met.”

There’s something about this that seems like Gojo is reminiscing on something you’re not privy to. Then Suguru senses you’re discomfort and he scoots a little closer. He talks a little bit about how he and Gojo met, and he tells you a little funny story about them in their younger days.

The three of you continue talking, and the more you get to know these two, the more you like them. Gojo is flirty and wild, but Suguru keeps him more tame. Suguru still holds his own charm, which draws you into both of them as a pair,

After a few more drinks, you notice that Satoru seems antsy now. He gives Suguru a look, and the dark-haired man smirks and nods. Satoru leans in closer and wraps his arm around you again. When you feel his warm breath on your skin, you shudder softly.

“This place used to do laser tag. Want to see the old arena for it?” He asks you, his hand massaging your shoulder. Geto looks over at you and he smiles sweetly, trying to play the innocent card. “It’s really cool.”

You shrug your shoulders, but you eventually give in after Satoru begs you. The two men help you out of the booth and they guide you towards a dark corner of the building. You’re beginning to wonder how big this place is. Once they slide the doors open, you gasp as you see what they are talking about.

“We can still access the blacklights too,” Geto boasts, flipping one of the switches. “Wow, this is cool.”

Both men share a knowing glance, and they lead you inside the arena. There’s a smoke machine going off in the corner too, adding to the atmosphere. They both take your hand and guide you around, showing you the empty space of the abandoned laser tag arena.

Soon, Gojo is running around, giggling like a little kid. Geto tries to calm him down, but Gojo’s giggling is infectious. Both men leave you in a corner, giggling and laughing to themselves. The fact that it’s still kind of dark in here makes your heart race.

“Boo,” Gojo whispers in your ear before he pulls you into his arms.

You can’t even say anything because he’s pressing his lips to yours. He has to dip down a little from his height, but he’s good to hold you so close. You gasp in the kiss when you feel Suguru behind you. His large hands are cupping your breasts through your shirt, kneading and massaging them.

“You like us, right?” Suguru asks you, and you’re so quick to nod. Satoru laughs, “I thought so.”

Within seconds, they’ve got your shirt pushed up and your tits spilling out of your bra. Suguru pushes your tits together, and Gojo leans in to take one of your nipples into his mouth. You let out a whine, your legs growing weaker as the two men work together to bring you pleasure.

“Satoru,” “Hnn? What is it, Sugu?”

Suguru then pushes his hand down your pants, smirking to himself when he feels just wet your panties are already. They are clinging to your folds, and it gets even more wet as he begins to toy with your swollen clit.

“She’s wet. She’s been wanting this.” Suguru ribbed. Satoru laughs, “Oh fuck yeah…”

You let out the cutest and most pathetic whines as Suguru continues to toy with your clothed pussy. Satoru kisses you hungrily again before he presses himself up against you. This ends up pinning you to Suguru, who in turn is pinned against the wall.

“What if we have even more fun, huh?” Satoru teases, “P-please…” you manage to breathe out.

Suguru and Satoru lock eyes and they smirk. It takes them no time to have you mostly undressed. Then you watch as Satoru backs away to pull his pants down past his ass. Suguru keeps a steady hold on you, hooking your knees under his arms and spreading you out for Satoru.

“Oh, she really is wet…”

You moan as you feel Gojo’s cock rubbing up and down your wet slit, making more of your juices dribble out. You barely have time to react before the head of his cock is pressing into your hole. His eyes screw shut as he pushes into you. He’s panting and moaning, sounding even more aroused than you are.

“Fuck she’s so tight,” Gojo hisses through gritted teeth. Geto smirks, “Yeah? Think maybe…we both could fit in there?”

You whine at the mere thought of them occupying your pussy. You’re not sure it would fit, but you’re not even mad at the idea. Satoru thrusts up into you a few times, making you cling to him. Suguru has his steady hold on you, keeping your legs open.

“F-fuck, I don’t know. I feel like I could blow my load already…” “Then pull out! It’s my turn!” Suguru commands.

Gojo considers it as he continues to fuck you, moaning and grunting. He can’t shut up about how good your pussy feels wrapped around his cock. Slowly, he pulls out. Then you get passed over to Gojo who holds you up just like Geto had been.

Your eyes widen as you watch the dark-haired man pull his pants down as well. He’s a bit sweeter with you, a little more patient than his boyfriend. His thumb brushes over your clit a few times, making you whimper. He takes his time to push his cock into you, and you watch as his face scrunches up in pleasure just as Satoru’s had.

“Oh you were right, ‘toru.” Satoru snickers, “Told you.”

And with that, Suguru starts a steady pace. Gojo holds onto you. One of his hands soothes down one of your thighs, then back up again. He repeats this motion before he settles on rubbing your clit.

The head of Suguru’s cock keeps bumping up against your sweet spot, making you see blinding flashes of white. Your head falls back against Gojo’s shoulder, and he laughs at your reaction.

“Already fucked her stupid, huh?” Suguru grunts, “She’s milking me,”

Your little walls begin to clench and pulse around him. You feel the electrifying shocks beginning to move up your spine as the telltale signs of your orgasm become even more apparent. You try to warn them, but all that comes out are sweet, pathetic moans.

Gojo’s goading you on, practically begging you to cum. Something about this makes him want to see you make Suguru fall off the edge first. Thrust after thrust, both you and Suguru begin to fall deeper into the pit of ecstasy and bliss.

“Make him cum, pretty girl,” Satoru demands, and you whine.

The coil snaps and you cry out. Satoru slaps his hand over your mouth, not wanting to draw too much attention to your little trio. Suguru’s hips stutter as the fluttering of your walls pulls him over the edge along with you.

He moans that he’s cumming, which makes Satoru smirk. This is exactly what the white-haired man was trying to orchestrate this entire time. Before long, you feel the pulsing and throbbing of Suguru’s cock as he shoots his load deep inside of you. Before he’s even done riding out his high, Satoru pushes him aside and he impales you onto his cock.

“Lemme cum too,” Gojo murmurs against your skin as he fucks himself into you. “So close already…it’s so hot to watch my boyfriend to fuck you.”

His hips thrust faster and harder, driving himself further into your still-fluttering cunt. His moans become louder and his voice is shakier as the pleasure builds deep inside of him. He’s panting and grunting like an animal in heat.

“Such a good pussy,” Gojo moans into your ear. “Gonna make a mess inside your pussy, that okay with you pretty girl?”

You can only moan and nod at this point. You’ve been at the highest point of ecstasy for a while now, barely clinging to the reality of the situation. You then feel the throbbing of his cock, and Gojo is loud as he cums deep inside of you. You barely make out Suguru’s hand on Gojo’s mouth.

Slowly, he helps you back to your feet. You feel their mixed juices beginning to drip down your thigh, Suguru’s hands are on you as he helps you get dressed. You whine when you feel Satoru slap your pussy through your fully drenched panties.

And the three of you make your way towards the exit. Suguru makes sure to turn off the blacklights and smoke machine. Satoru keeps his arm wrapped around you, holding you close.

“So…back to mine for round two?” He asks, tilting his sunglasses down to allow you to see his eyes better.

How could you say no?

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labuenosairesfrancaise · 4 months ago

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Halton House

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Hi guys!!

I'm sharing Halton House. This is the 15th building for my English Collection and the second Rothchild house I recreated.

I decorated some interiors for reference, but I could not find the real distribution of the house, so I just worked with pictures I found.

You might be familiar to the central hall and stairs, as they are the ones used for Bridgerton House in the series.

I chose to build the version with the conservatory, as I think this was a glory lost to time.

History of the house: Halton House is a country house in the Chiltern Hills above the village of Halton in Buckinghamshire, England. It was built for Alfred Freiherr de Rothschild between 1880 and 1883. It is used as the main officers' mess for RAF Halton and is listed Grade II* on the National Heritage List for England.

There has been a manor house at Halton since the Norman Conquest, when it belonged to the Archbishop of Canterbury. Thomas Cranmer sold the manor to Henry Bradshaw, Solicitor-General in the mid-16th century. After remaining in the Bradshaw family for some considerable time, it was sold to Sir Francis Dashwood in 1720 and was then held in the Dashwood family for almost 150 years.

The site of the old Halton House, or Manor, was west of the church in Halton village. It had a large park, which was later bisected by the Grand Union Canal. In June 1849 Sir George Dashwood auctioned the contents and, in 1853, the estate was sold to Lionel Freiherr de Rothschild.

Lionel then left the estate to his son Alfred Freiherr de Rothschild in 1879. At this time the estate covered an approximately 1,500-acre (610-hectare) triangle between Wendover, Aston Clinton, and Weston Turville.

It is thought the architect was William R. Rodriguez (also known as Rogers), who worked in the design team of William Cubitt and Company, the firm commissioned to build and oversee the project in 1880. Just three years later the house was finished.

The house was widely criticised by members of the establishment. The architect Eustace Balfour, a nephew of the Marquess of Salisbury, described it as a "combination of French Chateau and gambling house", and one of Gladstone's private secretaries called it an "exaggerated nightmare".

At Halton all were entertained by Alfred Freiherr de Rothschild. However, Halton's glittering life lasted less than thirty years, with the last party being in 1914 at the outbreak of World War I. Devastated by the carnage of the war, Freiherr de Rothschild's health began to fail and he died in 1918. Alfred had no legitimate children, so the house was bequeathed to his nephew Lionel Nathan de Rothschild. He detested the place and sold the contents at auction in 1918. The house and by now diminished estate were purchased for the Royal Air Force by the Air Ministry for what was even then a low price of £115,000 (equivalent to £7.08 million in 2023 pounds).

Architecture

For the style of the house Alfred was probably influenced by that of plans for the nearly completed Waddesdon Manor, the home of Baron Ferdinand de Rothschild, his brother-in law. While not so large there is a resemblance, but other continental influences appear to have crept in: classical pediments jut from mansard roofs, spires and gables jostle for attention, and the whole is surmounted by a cupola. The front of the house features a porte-cochère. A Rothschild cousin described it as: "looking like a giant wedding cake".

If the outside was extravagant, the interior was no anti-climax. The central hall (not unlike the galleried two-storey hall at Mentmore Towers) was furnished as the "grand salon". Two further drawing rooms (the east and west) continued the luxurious theme. The dining and billiards rooms too were furnished with 18th-century panelling and boiseries. The theme continued up the grand, plaster panelled staircase to the bedrooms. The whole was furnished in what became known as "Le Style Rothschild", that is, 18th-century French furniture, boulle, ebony, and ormolu, complemented by Old Masters and fine porcelain.

A huge domed conservatory known as the winter garden was attached to the house.

For more info: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Halton_House

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This house fits a 64x64 lot (You can fit the main building to the 50x50 or 50x40 lot if you lose the garden and conservatory)

I furnished just the principal rooms, so you get an idea. The rest is unfurnished so you create the interiors to your taste!

Hope you like it.

You will need the usual CC I use:

all Felixandre cc

all The Jim

SYB

Anachrosims

Regal Sims

King Falcon railing

The Golden Sanctuary

Cliffou

Dndr recolors

Harrie cc

Tuds

Lili's palace cc

Please enjoy, comment if you like it and share pictures with me if you use my creations!

Early access: 08/18/2024

DOWNLOAD: https://www.patreon.com/user?u=75230453

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hometoursandotherstuff · 10 months ago

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This is one of my favorite homes. I posted it before and apparently, it has never sold. They have been listing it, removing it b/c it didn't sell, changing the price, relisting and removing, since 2020. It's a 1905 Spanish Eclectic, which is very unusual, and it's in Kansas City, Missouri. 3bds, 3ba, $500K. Check out this unique & funky time capsule.

We begin in the spacious living room. The walls are probably in need of at least some color, but that's a lot of wallpaper to remove.

Check out the tile on the fireplace and the mirror art above.

Moving to the dining room, the wood kind of looks like craftsman style and there's a low window seat.

The kitchen is completely frozen in time.

There's even a pantry.

The great thing is that there's a door to the pantry in the main floor primary bedroom- so convenient for a late night snack.

And, at the foot of the stairs is a sink.

On the 2nd fl. is a very large bedroom with double doors to the sun room.

The sun room is gigantic. This home has such big rooms.

This would be the smallest bedroom.

At some point, within the last 50yrs, this bath was redone.

This room I cannot explain. It's on the main floor, off the living room, and it's sort of a foyer that has spiral stairs that go down to the basement. It was also made to look like the bridge of a ship. It's so cool and needs to be decorated as such.

The basement is definitely the star of the show. There's a vast rec room with wainscoting and a fireplace. The colorful tile is original. Note the small tile of a champagne glass.

Check out the bar. There's a vintage fan mounted to the ceiling and a brass foot rest. Oh, and 2 little music notes in the floor.

There's a billiard room. I wonder if the pool table conveys, b/c it perfectly matches the style of the house.

This is a home for entertaining. The laundry room has cabinetry for lots of storage. It's big enough for a second kitchen.

In this area is the half bath and stairs to the back yard.

But, this is the coolest room of all. It's a freshly painted indoor pool and look at the original vintage filter.

Look at this thing- there's only one way in and out. It's basically a basement you could fill with water. It has windows and they've delineated approximately how high the water should go, although it looks too high. There're also 2 rather dim looking lights above. This is so bizarre.

And, this is the dressing room and former shower for the pool.

There's a big driveway and garages for 3 cars.

Nice size yard and patio.

What are those stains on the roof? The lot is .28 acre.

#unusual homes #unique homes #time capsules #houses #house tours #home tour

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muiitoloko · 5 months ago

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heyy!! could i please request something for harry hart x reader/bedivere??? something like them playing billiard or chess and then things get steamy ;) ty, i looove ur writing!!!

Title: Pool table

Summary: Harry and Bedivere play a game of pool, and Bedivere crosses another place off her list.

Pairing: Harry Hart × Fem! Reader

Warning: Smut

Author's Notes: Heyyy! Of course, you can request something for Harry Hart/Bedivere! A steamy game of billiards sounds like a fantastic idea! 😏 Thanks for the love and for following my writing! Stay tuned! 🎱🔥

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Harry smiled at you from the other side of the pool table, his eyes twinkling with amusement behind his glasses. You were concentrating hard, your brows furrowed as you aimed the cue, trying to sink the ball into the pocket. But as you took the shot, the ball ricocheted off the side, missing the mark entirely. A soft groan of disappointment escaped your lips as you straightened up, pouting slightly.

Harry’s laughter was a warm, teasing sound that made your heart flutter despite your frustration. “I must say, Bedivere, it’s rather amusing to watch you struggle with this,” he said, his voice rich with amusement. “How is it possible to own a pool table and not know how to play?”

You sighed, leaning on your cue as you met his gaze with a mixture of exasperation and embarrassment. “It’s more for decoration than anything else,” you admitted, your tone tinged with a hint of defensiveness. “It just looks nice in the games room, okay?”

Harry chuckled, his smile widening as he walked around the table to stand beside you. He leaned on his own cue, tilting his head as he studied your expression. “Decorative or not, it seems a shame to have such a lovely table and not use it properly,” he teased gently. “Why don’t you let me show you a few tricks?”

You looked up at him, your pout softening into a reluctant smile. “Alright, fine,” you conceded, stepping aside to give him room. “But don’t expect miracles. I’m terrible at this.”

Harry’s eyes gleamed with a mixture of amusement and affection as he positioned himself beside you, his hands guiding yours on the cue. “It’s all about the angle and the follow-through,” he explained, his voice low and soothing. “Just like this.”

With a smooth, practiced motion, he lined up the shot and guided your hands to take it. The ball rolled gracefully across the table and sank into the pocket with a satisfying clink. You gasped, your eyes widening in surprise as you looked up at him, a delighted smile spreading across your face.

“See?” Harry murmured, his breath warm against your ear as he leaned in close. “You just needed a little guidance. Now, why don’t you try the next shot on your own?”

Your heart raced as you nodded, your fingers tingling from his touch. You positioned yourself at the table, recalling his instructions as you aimed carefully. With a deep breath, you took the shot, and the ball rolled smoothly across the table, just missing the pocket by a hair’s breadth.

Harry’s laughter was a soft, approving sound as he clapped his hands lightly. “Much better,” he praised, his eyes twinkling with warmth. “You’re getting the hang of it, Bedivere.”

You turned to him, a mixture of pride and frustration in your gaze. “I still missed,” you pointed out, but your tone was lighter, the disappointment easing in the face of his encouragement.

Harry’s smile softened as he reached out, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Improvement is all that matters,” he said, his voice a low, reassuring murmur. “And besides, practice makes perfect. Perhaps we should make this a regular part of your training.”

You laughed, shaking your head in mock exasperation. “Training, huh? Are you trying to turn me into a pool shark now, Arthur?”

Harry’s eyes gleamed with a playful challenge as he leaned closer, his breath warm against your skin. “Perhaps,” he murmured, his voice a soft, seductive whisper. “Or maybe I just enjoy watching you learn something new. There’s something quite irresistible about your determination.”

A shiver of anticipation ran down your spine as you met his gaze, the intensity in his eyes sending a thrill of excitement through you. “Well, I suppose if my king insists,” you teased, your voice low and flirtatious. “I can’t very well refuse, can I?”

Harry’s smile was a slow, wicked curve of his lips as he leaned in to press a tender kiss to your forehead. “Indeed, you cannot,” he murmured, his voice a soft, seductive promise. “And who knows? With a bit more practice, you might just give me a run for my money.”

Your laughter was a bright, melodic sound as you wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him closer. “I’ll hold you to that, Harry,” you whispered, your breath warm against his ear. “But for now, how about another round?”

Harry’s eyes gleamed with a mixture of affection and amusement as he nodded, his arms tightening around you. “Another round it is,” he agreed, his voice a low, tender murmur. “And this time, let’s see if you can sink that ball.”

With a playful grin, you turned back to the table, your heart light with the promise of the challenge ahead. As you positioned yourself for the next shot, you felt Harry’s gaze on you, a warm, steady presence that filled you with a sense of determination and excitement.

Harry, with the ease of an expert, took a measured sip from his glass of whiskey, the amber liquid burning pleasantly down his throat. He watched you from the corner of his eye as you bent over the pool table, your fingers deftly arranging the billiard balls back into place. His gaze lingered on the curve of your ass, the way the fabric of your dress clung to your form as you moved, igniting a slow, simmering heat within him.

As you straightened, Harry placed his glass down with a quiet clink, his eyes darkening with a mix of admiration and barely contained desire. He moved to the table with a predatory grace, lining up his shot with the practiced ease of a man who had mastered both the game and the art of seduction. The sharp crack of the cue ball breaking the formation sent the balls scattering, and Harry's lips curled into a satisfied smirk as he sank the first shot effortlessly.

You watched, a mixture of awe and frustration playing across your features as he set up for his next shot. The contrast between his effortless skill and your own fumbling attempts at the game was stark, but Harry seemed to revel in it, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous glint each time you missed.

With a playful huff, you took your turn, bending over the table to line up your shot, the cue held awkwardly in your hands. Harry’s gaze was drawn irresistibly to the way your hips swayed, the arch of your back accentuating the curve of your ass as you focused on the game. His breath hitched, the whiskey only heightening the effect of your movements, each subtle shift of your body sending a jolt of desire through him.

As you missed yet another shot, the ball clinking off the side and rolling back towards you, Harry couldn’t help but chuckle, his voice low and rich with amusement. “Need a little help, Bedivere?” he teased, his tone laced with a dark, seductive edge.

You turned to him, a hint of a pout on your lips as you met his gaze. “I think I need more than a little help, Harry,” you admitted, your voice a playful grumble. “This game hates me.”

Harry’s eyes darkened, his gaze drifting over you with a slow, deliberate intensity. “Perhaps the game isn’t the problem,” he murmured, his voice a rough whisper as he stepped closer, his presence a heady mix of authority and desire. “Perhaps it’s your stance that needs adjusting.”

Without waiting for a response, he moved behind you, his hands settling on your hips with a possessive grip. “Let me show you,” he said, his breath warm against your ear as he guided you back to the table, his body pressing against yours.

Your breath hitched, your heart racing as you felt the heat of his touch, the firm pressure of his hands sending a shiver of anticipation through you. “Harry,” you whispered, your voice a breathless plea, “I don’t think this is about pool anymore.”

Harry’s lips curled into a wicked grin, his fingers tightening on your hips as he leaned in, his body pressing you firmly against the edge of the table. “No, it’s not,” he growled, his voice thick with a primal, unyielding desire. “It’s about me wanting to fuck you senseless right here.”

You let out a giggle, the sound light and teasing as you turned your head to glance over your shoulder at Harry. “I love how whiskey loosens that silver tongue of yours,” you murmured, your voice laced with a mixture of amusement and desire. “It’s nice to see you let go of that polished gentleman facade every once in a while.”

Harry’s eyes narrowed slightly, a playful glint in his gaze as he watched you, his lips curling into a wicked grin. “Is that so?” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “And here I thought you preferred me as the polished gentleman.”

Your cheeky smile widened, your breath hitching as you felt his hands tighten on your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh with a possessive force. “Oh, I do love the gentleman, Harry,” you replied, your voice a soft, teasing whisper. “But there’s something thrilling about seeing this side of you—the side that’s ready to take what he wants without asking.”

A low growl rumbled in Harry’s throat, his eyes darkening with a fierce, unyielding desire as he pressed you more firmly against the pool table. “You think I’m letting go of my gentlemanly ways, do you?” he murmured, his voice a rough, seductive growl. “Just because I’ve had a bit of whiskey?”

Your breath came in short, uneven gasps as you felt the heat of his body against yours, the firm pressure of his arousal pressing into your backside. “Yes,” you whispered, your voice trembling with a mixture of anticipation and excitement. “I like seeing you like this, Harry. I like knowing that beneath all that polish, there’s a man who wants to fuck me senseless right here.”

Harry’s grip on your hips tightened, his fingers digging into your flesh with a possessive force that sent a shiver of pleasure through you. “You have no idea what you’re asking for,” he growled, his voice thick with a primal, unyielding desire. “But if that’s what you want, I’ll gladly oblige.”

Without another word, Harry reached down, his fingers deftly pulling up the hem of your dress, exposing the bare skin of your thighs. His touch was rough and insistent as he pushed your panties aside, the fabric sliding down your legs with a tantalizing slowness that left you trembling with anticipation.

“Spread your legs,” he commanded, his voice a low, rough whisper that sent a jolt of excitement through you. “I want to see you, Bedivere. I want to see how wet you are for me.”

Your breath hitched, your body trembling as you obeyed, spreading your legs wide and pressing your hands against the cool surface of the pool table. The anticipation thrummed through your veins, each moment of waiting heightening the intensity of your arousal.

Harry’s eyes gleamed with a fierce, possessive hunger as he watched you, his gaze fixed on the sight of you spread open and ready for him. “Such a pretty little thing,” he murmured, his voice a rough, appreciative growl. “You’re already dripping for me, aren’t you? So eager to be fucked.”

A soft whimper escaped your lips as you felt his fingers slide between your thighs, the rough pad of his thumb pressing against your clit with a deliberate, tantalizing pressure. “Yes,” you gasped, your voice a breathless plea. “I’m so wet for you, Harry. Please, don’t make me wait.”

Harry’s lips curled into a wicked grin, his breath hot against your ear as he leaned in close, his body pressing against yours. “Oh, I’m not going to make you wait,” he growled, his voice thick with a primal, unyielding desire. “I’m going to fuck you right here, right now, and you’re going to take every inch of me.”

With a swift, practiced motion, Harry unzipped his trousers, freeing himself with a rough, deliberate motion. His cock was hard and throbbing, the tip already slick with pre-cum as he positioned himself behind you, his gaze fixed on the sight of your wet, eager pussy spread open before him.

“Look at you,” he murmured, his voice a rough, appreciative growl. “So ready, so needy. You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you? Waiting for me to take you.”

Your breath came in short, uneven gasps as you felt the head of his cock press against your entrance, the anticipation thrumming through your veins. “Yes,” you whimpered, your voice a desperate, pleading cry. “Please, Harry. Fuck me. I need you.”

A low, primal growl rumbled in Harry’s throat as he thrust into you, his cock filling you with a powerful, claiming motion that left you gasping and trembling with pleasure. “Oh, Bedivere,” he groaned, his voice thick with desire as he buried himself deep inside you. “You feel so good, so tight around me.”

The sensation of him filling you, the rough friction of his cock against your inner walls, sent waves of pleasure crashing through your body. “Harry,” you moaned, your voice a breathless plea. “Please, don’t stop. Fuck me harder.”

Harry’s grip on your hips tightened, his thrusts growing more urgent, each movement a powerful, claiming motion that left you gasping and trembling with pleasure. “I’m not going to stop,” he growled, his voice a low, rough whisper. “I’m going to fuck you until you’re screaming my name, until you’re begging for more.”

Your breath came in short, ragged gasps as you felt the intensity of his thrusts driving you closer to the edge, the pleasure building within you like a tidal wave ready to crash. “Yes,” you sobbed, your voice trembling with a mixture of desperation and ecstasy. “Yes, Harry. Fuck me. Make me come.”

Harry’s eyes darkened with a fierce, unyielding hunger as he drove into you, his thrusts growing more powerful, more insistent with each passing moment. “You’re mine, Bedivere,” he growled, his voice a rough, commanding whisper. “All mine. And you’re going to come for me, aren’t you? You’re going to come all over my cock.”

A choked cry escaped your lips as you felt the pressure within you reach its peak, your body trembling with the intensity of your impending release. “Yes,” you gasped, your voice a desperate, breathless plea. “I’m going to come. Please, Harry, make me come.”

With a final, powerful thrust, Harry drove you over the edge, your orgasm crashing over you in waves of pleasure that left you gasping and trembling in his arms. “Oh, God,” you sobbed, your voice a broken, breathless cry. “Harry, yes. I’m coming.”

Harry’s growl was a low, primal sound as he felt your inner walls clenching around him, the sensation driving him to the brink of his own release. “Come for me, Bedivere,” he commanded, his voice thick with a primal, unyielding desire. “Come all over my cock.”

As the waves of pleasure subsided, leaving you panting and trembling in Harry’s arms, he held you close, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered sweet words of reassurance. “Shh, my love,” he murmured, his voice a soothing melody. “You were magnificent. You did so well.”

With tender care, Harry reached down to pull your dress back into place, his fingers brushing over your skin with a gentle, possessive touch. “There, my love,” he cooed, his voice a soft, reassuring whisper. “You’re perfect. Just like always.”

A soft, contented sigh escaped your lips as you leaned back against him, your body trembling with a lingering sense of pleasure and fulfillment. “I love you, Harry,” you whispered, your voice a soft, earnest plea. “Thank you for this.”

Harry’s eyes gleamed with a mixture of affection and satisfaction as he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, his arms wrapping around you in a protective embrace. “And I love you, Bedivere,” he murmured, his voice a low, rough promise. “Always and forever.”

In the quiet aftermath, with the weight of their shared desire hanging heavy in the air, Harry and you held each other close, your hearts beating in unison. The path ahead would be filled with challenges, but you were determined to face them together, your bond stronger than ever, forged in the fires of your shared passion and the unspoken promise of a future built on mutual love and understanding.

As the haze of passion began to fade, you found yourself laughing softly, the thrill of your recent escapade leaving you both breathless and giddy. Harry, ever the epitome of poise even after such an intense moment, leaned back against the pool table, his breathing steadying as he adjusted his glasses. The warmth of his gaze and the faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips were enough to make your heart race all over again.

“Would you look at that,” you murmured, your voice a teasing lilt as you glanced back at the pool table with a playful grin. “I can finally cross ‘being fucked on a pool table’ off my list.”

Harry’s eyebrows shot up, a flicker of amusement and curiosity sparking in his eyes as he regarded you. “A list, you say?” he queried, his tone dripping with playful skepticism. “And since when did you have such a list, my dear Bedivere?”

You shrugged nonchalantly, your smile widening as you leaned in closer, poking him lightly in the chest. “Oh, you know,” you replied, your voice laced with mock seriousness. “Ever since you decided to seduce one of your agents. Had to keep track of all the places we’ve, ah, christened together.”

Harry’s eyes narrowed, a glint of feigned irritation mingling with the amusement in his gaze. “Seduce you?” he scoffed, his voice rich with incredulity as he straightened, folding his arms across his chest. “If I recall correctly, it was you who seduced me. You must have had a plan to charm your way into your boss’s bed from the very start.”

You burst out laughing, the sound bright and unrestrained as you shook your head, your eyes dancing with mischief. “Nah,” you retorted, a sly grin spreading across your face as you tilted your head, “My plan was always to get into Merlin's bed”

Harry’s reaction was immediate, a mock sternness settling over his features as he reached out to swat your thigh, his touch playful rather than punitive. “Cheeky woman,” he murmured, his voice a low, affectionate growl as he shook his head, a smile tugging at his lips despite his best efforts to appear stern. “Let’s not bring poor Merlin into this. The man’s already got enough on his plate without being dragged into our little games.”

You chuckled, a delighted glint in your eyes as you leaned into him, your body still thrumming with the aftershocks of your recent encounter. “Oh, Harry,” you sighed, your voice softening with affection as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing a tender kiss to his jawline. “I’m just teasing. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Harry’s gaze softened, the warmth in his eyes a stark contrast to the sharp edges of his usual demeanor. He reached up, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from your face as he leaned in to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Neither would I, love,” he murmured, his voice a tender promise as he held you close. “Neither would I."

As you stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the weight of the world seemed to melt away, leaving only the comforting warmth of your shared connection. The pool table, once a symbol of playful challenge and competitive spirit, had now become a testament to the intensity of your bond, a tangible reminder of the passion and affection that bound you together.

With a soft sigh, you nestled closer to Harry, your cheek resting against his chest as you listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. “You know,” you mused, your voice a soft whisper against the fabric of his shirt, “I think we should add more things to that list. Just to keep things interesting.”

Harry’s laughter was a low, rich sound that sent shivers of delight through you, his arms tightening around you as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Oh, I’m sure we can come up with a few more adventures,” he murmured, his voice a blend of amusement and affection. “But for now, how about we clean up and get some rest? We’ve had quite the evening.”

You nodded, a contented smile spreading across your face as you reluctantly pulled away, your fingers lacing with his as you both moved to straighten the room. The playful banter and shared laughter lingered in the air, a promise of more adventures to come, each one adding another layer to the rich tapestry of your relationship.

As you tidied up, Harry’s gaze remained fixed on you, a mixture of pride and admiration shining in his eyes. “You know,” he said softly, his voice a gentle murmur as he watched you, “you never cease to surprise me, Bedivere. You’re stronger and more resilient than I ever could have imagined.”

You looked up, your heart swelling with a mixture of gratitude and affection as you met his gaze. “And you, Harry,” you replied, your voice a soft, earnest whisper, “are more wonderful and loving than I ever could have hoped for. I’m lucky to have you.”

Harry’s smile was a slow, tender curve of his lips as he reached out, pulling you into his arms once more. “And I, my dear,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion as he pressed a kiss to your temple, “am the luckiest man alive to have you by my side. Here’s to more adventures, more surprises, and a love that grows stronger with each passing day.”

With those words, you and Harry shared a soft, lingering kiss, the promise of your future together shimmering in the warmth of your embrace. And as you both prepared to face whatever challenges lay ahead, you knew that with each other’s love and support, there was nothing you couldn’t overcome, no adventure too daunting, no list too long.

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joelswritingmistress · 11 months ago

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You Scare Me, Professor: Chapter 10

Summary: The reader is taking graduate classes at a local university in the wooded upstate New York. She is drawn to her professor, Dr. Joel Miller, though she is also inherently aware that he has something dark about him that she can't quite put her finger on. As the reader's attraction grows deeper, she has to decide whether to endure the danger or run away as fast as possible.

Pairing: Professor Joel Miller x f!reader

I hadn't even realized I slept the entire night uninterrupted until my eyes flickered open upon feeling a gentle brush of my hair. My eyes flickered open and it took me a moment to recognize where I was.

“I'm sorry to wake you.” It took me several seconds to realize Dr. Miller was leaning over the bed, fully clothed and looking as stunning as ever.

“I didn't even hear you get up.” Embarrassment began to take over, leaving butterflies in my core again but he quickly squashed those anxious thoughts.

“Stay in bed,” Dr. Miller encouraged me when I tried to scramble up. “You called out of work, remember?”

I gave a little laugh with an accompanied nod, and his cool smile eased my mind even more.

“My last class ends at two this afternoon.” He nodded toward an open door in the corner of the room. “I left you a couple towels.. some things for a bath.. toothbrush.”

“You didn't have to-”

He cut me off with a firm, closed-mouth kiss and then added, “Make yourself at home. Help yourself to something to eat. I left you a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt to put on.”

It was too much. I was overwhelmed by gratitude as he threw out all the accommodations he had prepared for me while I was still sleeping.

“Thank you.” My lips curled up into a half smile and I pulled him back for another kiss.

“If you need to leave the keys to the truck are on the counter by the fruit basket. The code for the main gate is-”

“2003,” I finished.

A smile spread across his face again. “Good memory.” Dr. Miller kissed me again.. and again. I was tempted to pull him down on top of me but I wasn't about to be selfish and make him late for work.

“Thank you,” I whispered again.

“I'll be home in a bit.”

“Okay.”

“Go back to sleep.”

I agreed but I knew that was impossible. When he left, I laid in the center of his bed completely naked, a bit in awe and in a state of bliss I couldn't accurately describe if I tried. The mystery of the early portion of the night and then the mind blowing sex - they were enough to make me glow a heated crimson color; but the way I was treated the morning after left me swooning.

I turned on my side, gripping the pillow and smiled wide. I was on cloud nine. And then my phone buzzed on the nightstand.

Hoping it was Dr. Miller, I reached for it and felt a small wave of guilt when I noticed the number of missed calls and texts from my roommate. Immediately my thumbs danced across the screen, landed on her name and I hurried to put together a couple of sentences explaining what had happened, leaving out the ‘with who’ part.

For a while I just laid there basking in the experience before finally making my way into the master bathroom to draw a bath. The oversized tub was just too tempting not to indulge in and the warm water rejuvenated my aching limbs. I felt completely refreshed afterwards when I finally tossed on the clothes that were left for me.

Let's see what else this house has to offer.

The two doors nearest the bedroom were still closed and so I left them that way, not wanting to pry. As I approached the home office I gave a generous peek in through the open door and then took the stairs back down to the first floor.

The night before had been such an adrenaline-fueled encounter that I hadn't really soaked in the beauty of the home. From the marble counters, to the flawless, dark hardwood floors to the lavish decor that plastered the walls, it felt like something right out of a movie.

I passed through the living room and kitchen beneath an arched doorway that led into a billiards chamber. The artsy and elegant design from the adjacent rooms was overtaken by another scheme - one that was sportier, though no less ostentatious.

An immaculate pool tab with fine, red felt sat perfectly centered on top of an oversized carpet. The dark, hardwood floors beneath complimented thick espresso pillars in the four corners of the room.

There was a bar off to the left with rows of top-shelf liquor bottles overseeing the layout of the room from their perch against a wall of gray-toned stone. The entire house was a masterpiece.

Beneath an oversized flatscreen on the opposite side of the room from the bar was another arched doorway. I suddenly felt like I was in a live game of Clue.

It was Colonel Mustard in the billiards room with the knife, I joked in my mind. It was a rather cheesy line, though it was absolutely fitting. Had one of my friends been with me I would have said it aloud for a cheap laugh.

Crossing through the next doorway was like a miniature adventure. What would I find next? I had my guesses.

Dim lighting led down a hallway lined with stone. With each step the space narrowed and the vibes of Clue now merged with that of Willy Wonka’s chocolate factory. Would there be a chocolate river at the end? Maybe Oompa Loompas? My thoughts grew sillier and less realistic by the second.

When my short journey landed me in the center of a small library I wasn't wholly surprised. It was as fitting as the rooms I'd traveled through this far. A lavish miniature castle wouldn't be complete without a personal library.

Awestruck didn't accurately describe the way I was feeling. Dr. Miller had secrets - probably secrets that should never cross the threshold of his lips. The thought was planted firmly in my mind before, though it had grown into a garden of certainty. Professors do not have houses like this.

Still, I smiled. Being in the midst of the romantic mystery made me feel alive and somehow important. The latter was a mystery even to me. Whatever secrets lurked behind the walls of the lavish estate had nothing to do with me. I was basically a stranger in Dr. Miller's obscure world.

Why would he trust me here alone? It was the first time that thought crossed my mind. My suspicions suddenly raised and I wondered now if there were hidden cameras watching my every move. It would make sense. The thought made me think twice about climbing an elegant, old ladder that was perched against the bookshelves. Instead, I ran my hand down the smooth, polished wood as I passed and then explored the back of the room.

Another smile decorated my face as my fingers traced the bindings of Edgar Allen Poe’s, The Tell-Tale Heart. It was fitting, or so I thought. Of all the books I had to land on Poe - the talented penman of twisted, poetic horror. Somehow it still felt like a classy read. Maybe that's why I felt it was fitting for Dr. Miller to have in his impressive collection. On the outside he beamed with grace, though inside I knew there was a darker side. I just wasn't sure how dark that side was.

Goosebumps littered my neck now. I was tempted to pull the book from its place but the far-fetched notion that some boobytrap might suddenly spin me into another room, or trap me somehow prevented me from removing the piece of literature from its hiding place. At that, I moved on from the writings of Edgar Allen Poe.

You are being ridiculous. I was, wasn't I? I wouldn't pull a book from its place because I thought I might transfer to some hidden realm? Was I in a 007 movie? Austin Powers?

My fingers traced the Edgar Allen Poe book again before I moved on to browse the bookshelves. Wandering the estate like this made way for plenty of ammunition should another game of twenty questions arise.

A few books down from Poe I bravely removed a red and yellow book from its place. My active imagination sent that familiar jolt of butterflies to my stomach, though I was immediately met with reality. There was no secret room. No Indiana Jones Boulder falling from the ceiling to crush me. It was just a book - H.H. Holmes: The True History of the White City Devil.

The man on the cover immediately drew parallels to what I envisioned Jack the Ripper to like. He wore a top hat and donned a bushy mustache beneath dark, remorseless eyes. I knew this man was who the author penned as the White City Devil.

A piece of paper stuck out from the top of the book just a few pages in and so I thumbed to that page. My eyes landed on an excerpt and so I began to read a short biographical passage about Mr. H.H. Holmes.

By the twenty-first century, Holmes had entered American folklore as the man who built a hotel out of torture chambers to prey on visitors who came to the World’s Fair and may have killed hundreds of people, making him our first and most prolific serial killer. Holmes had already been known as the “king of criminals” before he’d even been formally accused of murder, but now he was a veritable supervillain.

Serial killer. King of criminals. Supervillain. As I flipped back to the cover to look at the man’s face again I looked at him in an eerier light. The red tint chosen to highlight his face was fitting for that of a proclaimed supervillain.

The paper holding the place of the page escaped the bindings and fluttered to the ground. “Shit.” I didn't want Dr. Miller’s bookmark to lose its place, even if it was just a few pages in.

As I squatted down to retrieve it I saw that the paper was folded with the word, LAYOUT, written vertically, letter-by-letter down the outside. My eyes scanned the room in search of some type of recording device while my curious fingers simultaneously unfolded the paper.

Blueprints? I laid the paper down on the ground in front of me and rested on my knees. In my mind I retraced my steps through the rooms I had crossed through to get to the library. Those rooms, like a Clue board, made up the left side of the paper that was titled in the same bold lettering at the top, MAIN FLOOR.

What I was looking at was a blueprint of Dr. Miller's home. The right side of the paper was titled SECOND FLOOR. I noted the home office, several spare bedrooms, the master bedroom and two bathrooms. Nothing out of the ordinary there. It wasn't until I flipped the bluish, white draft over that my interest piqued.

The basement. My heart rate picked up. I could sense that from the flush of warmth in my cheeks. Each section of the basement was labeled accordingly with squared off areas for a home gym, furnace room, laundry area.. and then there was a giant blank space marked off with X’s and lines that resembled some type of an experimental maze for a mouse to escape. There were no written labels aside from the X’s.

As if I was being possessed by a Ouija board, my finger drew a straight line to a staircase all the way to the right of the page. Like a fiend for adventure I flipped the blueprint over again and tracked the origin of the stairwell.

“The library.” I actually spoke the words aloud and began to scan the room. Is there a secret door in this room like my suspicious brain presumed?

The floor was my first instinct. I patiently wandered the perimeter of the room in search of a loose floorboard or a square that was cut out that could somehow lead down below into the bowels of the house. When my efforts failed I moved to the walls and even pulled out a few books, beginning with Poe.

Nothing.

I scrambled to the floor again to make sure I was correct, that the stairway did, indeed, lead down into the basement from the library.

There's no doubt. I was looking at it, plain and simple, blue and white. Would I have to remove every single book from its place to find what I was looking for? No. That would take way too long, I knew; and it would create an embarrassing mess. What would Dr. Miller think if he came home to his books sprawled across the floor of the library?

Think. My eyes landed on a few books on the shelves I began to perceive as sticking out suspiciously far. I pulled, I tugged, I pushed in, I yanked out.. but there was nothing. No staircase.

A small bout of frustration crept in as I leaned a hand on the ladder. I rested there for a moment before turning to face the wooden rungs. A bigger part of me felt completely ridiculous and I almost wanted to laugh at myself. Still, I was curious and amused.”

Up. I hadn't thought of going up to essentially get down. Just above the ladder was a snug, little balcony that overlooked the room. In the dark it was barely visible from where I had been standing but now, staring up towards the heavens, it was clear as day. The ladder wasn't just there for show, it had a purpose. For a moment I let my fingers tiptoe along one of the rungs as I pondered what might be up in the balcony.

What am I doing?

I removed my hand from the ladder and tucked the blueprint back into the book. My eyes scanned the row where I had removed it from, though I wasn't quite sure of it's place.

“Shit..” I whispered to myself, wondering if Dr. Miller had a special home for each individual piece of literature.

That's impossible, I thought, scanning the infinite rows of books in the study. He wouldn't know if a single book was just slightly out of place. Would he?

With a deep breath I tucked the book back in between a Stephen King book and another with navy blue binding and no label on the spine. It worked.. for now.

It's just a book.

I glanced up toward the secret loft again, still tempted to wander into uncharted territory, but I refrained. I was a guest in Dr. Miller's house and I knew I had already crossed some type of boundary by investigating the place, as if I was invited to do so.

When I heard a door open and close from somewhere else in the house I quickly scampered out of the library, down the short hallway and into the billiards room. For a moment I stood still and just listened.

Silence.

I let out a quiet inhale and then an exhale. It was the jingle of car keys that led me out of my hiding spot like a dog with its tail between its legs. And then I saw him, handsome as ever, standing in the kitchen loosening his tie.

At first I wasn't sure if he had seen me tiptoe into the room and so I daintily cleared my throat. Dr. Miller looked up abruptly in my direction and I could tell I had startled him from the look on his face as he adjusted the cuffs on his button down shirt.

He then put his hands on his hips and I wasn’t sure what his reaction would be to me being down there. After such a wonderful night, I hoped he wasn’t mad. And as happy as I was to have him back in my company so soon, I couldn’t help but wonder what drew him back to the house so soon after he’d left.

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otdiaftg · 8 months ago

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Andrew pulls into the dirt drive outside their home away from home. The massive cabin looks rustic on the outside and refined on the inside, with smooth log walls and polished wooden floors. The main room has heavy rugs strewn everywhere and decorative bones and art on the wall. The kitchen is stocked with all-new appliances, and an oversized magnet on the fridge advertised what time buffet meals are served at the office. The back room has both a Foosball table and a billiards table. There is also a TV mounted on the wall. One bedroom is downstairs. The other four bedrooms are upstairs, one at each corner. Two bedrooms already have bags in them, which means Andrew's group is splitting up between floors. Nicky immediately votes for Neil and Andrew to have the private bedroom downstairs, and neither Aaron nor Kevin contest it. Neil almost says something because the downstairs bedroom only has a king bed in it, but since Andrew doesn't argue he keeps his own mouth shut.

Day: Monday, March 11th / 12th* Time: 5:55 PM EST

*Due to the Leap Year, I have opted to highlight the day rather than the date to keep the events in occurrence to the 2007 year. I will continue to mark both days accordingly.

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sims4clutterchaos · 8 months ago

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The Forest Retreat

For hiding away from the bullshit of reality

This is another "challenge" build that was sent to me by a friend. I fell in love with the AI image and immediately HAD to build it in Sims!!

This one really was a challenge, as of course AI creates these houses without a sense of the reality of how many actual floors there are in a building... it seems to like magical half level floors, lol.

Here is the Challenge Image:

And Here is what I created in Sims 4

A 3 level cottage in the forest, with main floor entertainment area, powder room and laundry room, first floor open concept kitchen/dining/living room with walk out balcony over the garden, second floor bedroom and master bathroom.... with a ceiling hatch to the attic for storage space! I used Cordelia's Secret Cottage Lot in Henford on Bagley.

This is available on the Gallery: Green Forest Hideaway, My ID is daniandnick (don't forget to click "include custom content")

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𓅨 Shifting Wings: Chapter Fifteen

Shifting Wings: Before the Raven Matthew, there was Jessamy, and Jessamy came with a little sister by the name of Adrienne. Dream adores his two little Ravens, but after over a hundred years of imprisonment and the death of Jessamy, Dream will find that he has not just lost his companion, but his beloved little Raven Adrienne no longer brightens the halls of his Palace. None of his staff wish to speak of where the Raven has gone, but the silent new resident of the palace is cause for question. After all, she was the one who aided in his release. If none of his subjects would help him find Adrienne, perhaps she could lead him to the whereabouts of the missing Raven. If only the woman wasn’t so flighty and hard to track down.

Warnings: Explicit Language, Explicit Material (Unprotected Sex is a No No), You Get ONE Happy Chapter!

To Note: Morpheus/Dream x FemaleRaven!Reader, NAMED Reader (I like the name).

Word Count: ~2.4k

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“I’ve got ‘em, Luce,” You called as you picked up the books that had appeared on the shelving bookshelf, newly written. Lucienne leaned over the railing of the second floor, her brow furrowed.

“That is not your duty, Adrienne,” Holding the books against your chest, you looked up at the librarian with a raised brow.

“I didn’t say it was,” You replied before pointing out the obvious. “But you are swamped and I’ve nothing to do so don’t argue with me.” Lucienne wanted to glare at you as you moved towards the shelves, but she couldn’t argue with that fact.

“If Lord Morpheus catches you…”

“Lord Morpheus is far too busy to be constantly watching me,” You cut her off while sliding a book into place. “And should it come to that, I will handle it.”

“He may be busy but he shall never be so busy that he does not have the time to check on you,” Lucienne warned before shuffling away. You turned back to the shelves and put the rest of the books in your arms, away. Ultimately, you found yourself wandering the halls of the palace, enjoying seeing the many dreamers that now frequented the realm. You preferred it to be more lively for you knew that it pleased Morpheus to see his realm filled once again.

There were a group of dreamers wandering through the open parts of the palace, guided by Pācātus, the dream of calm and peacefulness. Of course they weren’t explicitly supposed to follow her, for the Dreaming was a place to dream not be hindered by walls. Occasionally some broke away to inspect places of the palace closer, like the ballroom, or the billiards room, even the music room was a popular gathering place. Hands behind your back, you wandered yourself, admiring the many murals painted upon the ceiling.

You probably ought to spent a week just walking the halls, seeing all of the murals that decorated both walls and ceilings… but even then it wouldn’t be enough time to full enjoy the place you lived within.

“You like art too?” Upon hearing a voice beside you, you turned your head to see a dreamer admiring the artwork. You smiled pleasantly.

“Very much so, I consider it my profession,” The dreamer raised his eyebrow at your words and his own smile widened. “I haven’t painted murals like this,” You continued, turning your eyes back to the artwork high above. “But I love to draw and paint.”

“Is that why you are here and not with the tour group?” The dreamer asked, taking a step closer. “I mean the dream leading it seems really knowledgable and how often do you get to visit a place like this?”

“I’m not one to follow the predetermined path,” You answered, turning in place to face him. “Do you enjoy the pencil and brush as well? Or do you prefer to appreciate?”

“I’m a photographer,” The dreamer explained to you, he flashed you another charming smile. “I do a lot of portraits and I can say that you are a very photogenic woman,”

“Am I?” You blinked and considered his words. “I do not think I have ever had my picture taken, let alone had a portrait made.”

“Well that’s a shame, you are such a beautiful woman.” You opened your mouth to thank him for his compliment, when someone called your name, your other name.

“Corvus,” Your head snapped around to see Morpheus brooding at the other end of the room. He was glowering, you could see that. He had also called you Corvus. He only did that for official business and even then it was never to you, always in reference. “Come, we have work to do.” Had you forgotten a meeting or talk with him? What had sullied his mood? You couldn’t remember and looked back to the dreamer with an apologetic smile.

“Apologies, but I must return to my duties, please enjoy the rest of your stay within our realm,” You were walking past the dreamer towards Morpheus, unable to see the shock and disappointment on the dreamers face. When you reached Morpheus, he took your elbow and was promptly striding away, pulling you along. Morpheus’s pace was fast, his long legs taking great strides while you scrambled to catch up. “Morpheus?” You asked, panicking that you had forgotten something important with the way he was dragging you along. “Morpheus did I forget—”

You were spun in dizzying circle while ushered into an alcove. Just as your back hit the wall, Morpheus cupped the side of your face and loomed over you, pressing his lips against your own. He kissed you with ferocious passion, highlighted by a touch of possession for he had not liked the sight of a dreamer flirting with you. You were his consort, not that dreamer’s. So the Endless kissed you, licked at your lips with his devilish tongue until you parted them with a soft sigh and then took more.

You whimpered softly when his tongue tangled with yours and lifted yourself onto your toes. Your hands slipped over his shoulders and pulled Morpheus closer to your body, and the Endless fed off it. Morpheus clutched you closer, his free hand wandering over your sculpted body and devouring what he found there. Breaking the tongue lock, Morpheus kissed you again and again, ravaging your lips until they stung and you were gasping. Melting against him.

“You are my consort,” He growled against your lips, his breaths heavy and thick. You shuddered and raised a hand to slip your fingers into midnight strands. He kissed you once more, this time pressing so close your faces were touching. “And I should make you my queen so that all dreamers know the you are not available.” Oh, oh my. Now you understood what had gotten into him. Stroking your fingers through Morpheus’s hair, you pushed back against his rabid kisses. You flicked your tongue along his lips, enjoying the way Morpheus’s grasp upon your body tightened, and then slipped your tongue across his once more. You really could never get enough of his cosmic taste. Several more moments of fevered kisses passed before Morpheus pulled back, resting his forehead on yours and brushing his fingers down your cheek. “I am going to make you my queen, Adrienne, tomorrow if it means that every dreamer knows you are mine.”

You blinked and tilted your head back to look in his eyes.

“Morpheus, I am sure that is not necessary…” You soothed, running your fingers further through his hair and nuzzling your face against his. Your physical touch always seemed to calm him down. “The dreamers are fleeting and ignorant, take no mind to their whims.”

“Their whims should not involve you, beloved,” Morpheus answered you, soaking in the heat from your lips and face. He wanted more. He wanted so much more and he could have it. You didn’t gasp or blink when Morpheus plucked your feet from the floor, you didn’t mind when sand wove around your body and the alcove disappeared. You definitely didn’t complain when you and Morpheus appeared in your bedroom and you were deposited onto your bed. Morpheus loomed over you, framing you in while his lips carved lines of tingles along your shoulder and neck.

“You know I am only yours,” You whispered, sliding your fingers over Morpheus’s shoulders and up his neck. Turning your head, you kissed his hair. “Did you not form me for you?” A rumble sounded from Morpheus, one caught between satisfaction and yearning. “Your dream of ravens. Your Corvus.”

“I wish for all who sets their gaze upon you to instantly know that you are mine,” He added, teeth tugging at the neckline of your waistcoat, then to your button down. You were always dressed impeccably, there was no denying that, but at the moment? Your clothes were a hinderance. So he got rid of them without a second thought. Morpheus pressed his mouth against your neck, kissing your skin and running his teeth at the point where your pulse of life fluttered.

Moaning sweetly, one of your hands departed onyx locks to drag down Morpheus’s neck. The Endless shivered beneath your touch, raspily groaning beneath your barely there touch. Morpheus had an infinite amount of patience, but not when it came to you. While his hands wandered your body with an increased fervor, teeth scraped up your neck. Morpheus returned his lips to yours. He kissed you hungrily, body draping along yours as remaining fabric separating your bodies disappeared.

Morpheus held your jaw and kissed you repeatedly for a few seconds more, slowly, deeply, making sure that his tongue was as tangled with yours as possible. Your fingertips trickled down his back, tracing the beautiful lines before you sank your nails into his flesh and breathlessly whined. You could only take him kissing you like this for a little while before needed more.

“Morpheus,” You whined, squirming beneath him and scratching further at his skin. Your Endless lover dragged his tongue across your lip and kissed you deeply once more before pulling back to look in your eyes. You gave him a pleading look and tugged on his hair. “Please don’t tease me, not this day,” You whimpered, feeling his beautifully sculpted body pressing against yours. Morpheus nuzzled your face and brushed his lips back over yours.

“Do not despair, my dream, for I do not intend to keep you at my mercy,” Morpheus purred, running a hand down your side and appreciating your gentle curves. That devilish touch didn’t stop until your legs were pushed apart, and even then, as Morpheus slid his cock into your eagerly waiting body, his touch was quick to return to your stomach. He could feel the way you trembled, lavished in your breathy sounds, and thoroughly enjoyed the way you twisted beneath him for more.

“Morpheus, my love,” You gasped out when he pressed the length of his body against yours. You could feel every inch of his length within you, feel every hardened muscle and tendon that was draped along your softer body. Your walls clenched around Morpheus’s cock and he angled your face so he was looking in your eyes once more.

“Are you really that hungry for me, my dream?” He questioned softly. You opened your mouth to reply but midway through your first syllable, Morpheus drew his hips back and sank back into your hot cunt. A strained gurgle departed your lips while you dug the nails of your left hand into his back. He nuzzled your face and brushed his lips against yours. “Hmm? Use your words, beloved,” You wanted to. Oh how you wanted to, but every time you tried he just thrust back into your body and stole your breath and sound. That made the Endless very happy, for his smirk widened every time you whimpered or squeaked when his hips met yours. He liked the feeling your pelvis rubbing against his, the more skin the better.

It was a particular vice of his to feel your arousal slipping from your body and smearing against his skin when he ground his hips against yours. Feel the way you slowly writhed and clung closer each and every time Morpheus’s cock slipped through your clenching walls to bury so deeply you would feel him for days. Morpheus was obsessed with you, obsessed with your touch, with your love, and his being ached with how much he felt for you. You cried out once more, your body clenching around the cock that somehow managed hit the perfect spot every time Morpheus thrust into your body. The pleasure building within your body was getting to be too much, that you knew. Morpheus pressed his lips against the skin beneath your ear.

“Tell me, my dream,” He rasped, urging you, pushing you towards ecstasy in a way that left your nails raking harshly across his back. “Tell me, beloved, how much do you need me?” You gasped and clenched your legs around him, digging fingers into his flesh, bucking your hips into the ones crashing against your own. “Tell me.”

“Ravenous,” You finally managed to wail, twisting your face so your own as near his. You had tears of frustration within your eyes because as much as you wanted to feel the high of an orgasm, your dark and dangerous lover was keeping you at the brink and not allowing you to fall. “I. Am. Ravenous!” Entirely pleased with your wails, Morpheus kissed your lips and pushed you over the edge.

Head falling back, your entire body convulsed for a few seconds, tremoring and shaking as you came harshly around Morpheus’s cock. The high and pleasure rushing through your veins had such a grip on your body you could barely feel Morpheus continuing to fuck you, eyes glowing as he finally chased after his own pleasure. He spilled his seed into your body, shuddering and clutching you close to him when you whimpered and twitched, your body going slack beneath him. Morpheus allowed himself the pleasure to half lay on you, using your soft body as a place of comfort.

“I do not believe Abel will forgive us if we elope.” You spoke softly, slowly coming down from the high of pleasure and ecstasy. Your fingers returned to dark strands and you stroked Morpheus’s hair “And Matthew said he wants to be a bridesman, but I do not know what that means…”

“It is tempting thought.” Morpheus mused, nuzzling his face into your neck. “But you are right, beloved, many of our people would not be happy if we did so.”

“So what shall we do then?” You asked, wondering what to do about this predicament… because the longer you remained unmarried, the higher the chance there was of Morpheus taking off with you to elope.

“First thing tomorrow I shall convene with Lucienne and Mervyn to discuss planning our wedding, beloved,” Morpheus murmured, kissing your neck. You smiled and stroked his scalp, holding him close and resting your cheek against the top of his head. “We shall be joined within Fiddler’s Green, at the lavender grove, surrounded by our people and family.”

Your heart squeezed in your chest. Jessamy’s remains were buried in the lavender grove. You would be getting married with your sister at your side. Tears prickled at the edges of yours, tears of both sadness and happiness. Jessamy would never truly be gone, for she would live on in the heart of The Dreaming.

“That sounds perfect, my Dream.” You whispered, finally at peace with your sisters passing.

Date Published: 8/9/23

Last Edit: 8/9/23

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eleanor-bradstreet · 2 years ago

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New Crowns

Characters: Benedict Bridgerton, Violet Bridgerton Rated: G Word count: 1.6k

Summary: Violet’s first birthday party after the events of Queen Charlotte. Benedict ends the evening with his mother.

Author’s Note: This story contains spoilers and context from the Queen Charlotte prequel series, so I strongly recommend watching the series before reading. Dedicated to @broooookiecrisp Together we will build the Violet and Benedict ficverse 💙

The guest of honor had gone missing. Benedict was growing mildly concerned when he could not find his mother in any of the rooms opened for her party. Not in the drawing room, the dining room, the billiards room. He was beginning to wonder if she had left with one of the guests to continue the celebration elsewhere without her children, but then he opened the door to the study and found her lounging on the sofa, champagne in hand as she gazed into the fire.

“There you are!” He exclaimed.

She matched his smile as she turned to face him.

“This simply won’t do, the birthday girl left on her own.”

Violet scoffed. “Oh please, dear. I have been celebrated within an inch of my life. I am hiding from our remaining guests in the hopes they will go away.” She sank a little further into the cushions and sipped her glass.

Benedict smirked. His mother always discouraged parties in her honor and he and his siblings always ignored her. He could tell that she secretly enjoyed the excuse for them all to gather under one roof, but an evening of small talk with the customary attendees of the ton did tend to wear her out. He moved to sit beside her, hands behind his back. “Kate and Anthony are seeing to that, don’t worry. Are you alright?”

“Yes, very well, thank you.” She smiled, eyes tired but cheeks rosy.

“I have something for you. One last gift.”

Violet knew that mischievous glint in his eyes too well. “No, dear,” she protested, setting her drink aside. “You already gave me a splendid gift! Such perfect miniatures of the grandchildren. Benedict, you paint so beautifully…”

Her words died on her lips as he produced a paper crown from behind his back. It was a birthday hat, a tradition her father had started that had carried on through every birthday they shared together. Then she had made them for Edmund, and the children when they were small. She hadn’t made one since she had lost him. No one in the family had.

Benedict placed the crown in her hands, speaking softly. “It’s not much, but I thought you might enjoy this.”

Violet was speechless, fingers trembling as they traced over the details. All of her favorite colors. Pink paper with blue crepe trim and blue ribbons to tie it. Dotted along as embellishments were paintings of flowers, watercolors that he had clearly done himself. Sprays of violets and lilacs bunched together. She covered her mouth as tears built in her eyes.

Benedict leaned closer. “I saw you put the old ones out for a while at the start of spring. I wasn’t sure why, but thought perhaps you missed the tradition.”

Violet took a moment to steady her breath. She had unearthed her collection of hats months prior and had decorated the drawing room with them for a brief time. All of the crowns she had worn as a girl and all of the ones she had made for her family, creating a rainbow display of cheerful memories. Memories that she needed in the bleak winter when her heart had been in turmoil.

“I did.” She nodded, finding her voice. “I was missing it. I was missing many things.”

“Grandfather?”

“Yes. My father. And yours.” She met his eyes and could not help how they forced the tears from her own. He looked so much like Edmund, more than any of his brothers. Before, it had driven her from him when she was feeling raw. It seemed a cruel mockery to live with a vision of her husband from the past when she could not have him in her present. But over time, as Benedict became a grown man and continued to love her relentlessly, she learned that he was precisely who she could turn to for comfort.

He seemed able to intuit her emotions without the need for words. He knew when she needed space and when she needed distraction. He never failed to offer her an encouraging smile or to take her hand when she needed it most. Each of her children were blessed with unique gifts of spirit and this was his. A thoughtful nature and expansive heart that cheered everyone around him. Whatever she and Edmund had done to rear him into such a man, she was glad of it. His resemblance now felt like a parting message from her husband, encouraging her to turn to Benedict when he could no longer be there.

Dabbing at her cheeks, she looked up at Edmund’s portrait over the mantle. “I cannot believe it’s been ten years,” she rasped. “That I am growing so old without him.”

Benedict bumped his knee into hers, trying to elicit a smile. “Come now, you’re not that old.”

It helped. His mother rolled her eyes and managed to stem her tears, giving him a warning look. “A lady never shares her true age, but you know next year will be a milestone. I do not want any increased fanfare. Be sure to tell your brothers and sisters that.”

Benedict grinned, that lopsided grin that could not be trusted. “Of course, Mother.”

Violet looked down at her lap, imagining what that day would look like, what she wanted it to look like when she rounded half a century. The hat in her hands had struck something and she was inclined to be honest. “Who knows?” She mused to herself. “Next year my life may be very different.”

Benedict arched a brow. “Have you finally had enough of us and are moving to the Continent?”

Violet smiled but her eyes remained serious. “No. But I am…eager to seek…new beginnings.”

She stared at him hard, willing him to take her meaning before she had to venture into embarrassing detail. She had dreaded this moment, expressing her intentions to her children. But if she were going to start with any of them, it would always have been Benedict. His brow furrowed but only briefly. Then realization lit his eyes and his lips parted.

She rushed to justify herself, feeling the tears hot in her eyes again. “It may be hard to understand but I am so lonely, Benedict. I…I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be saying these things, I’ve had too much champagne…”

“I understand,” came his soft reply. “Not in the same way, but I understand loneliness. How it can gnaw at you.”

Something fractured in her chest when she heard the pained tone of his voice, saw him chewing nervously on his lip as his light dimmed.

He continued, looking down and searching for his words. “If you need someone to…combat that loneliness…then that is what I wish for you.”

She sighed with relief and gratitude, feeling as if she could float into the air. She grasped his hand and squeezed it tightly. “Thank you, Benedict. I know it is difficult, but thank you.”

He looked up at her, the boundless gentleness returned to his eyes, but it was tinged with something wistful. “I would rather feel odd than see you in pain, Mother. We cannot control what the heart wants.”

She smiled. “No we cannot.” Her own was fluttering, overwhelmed by the love and understanding of her second born, and concerned for his own happiness. “Dearest, you have time.” She ran her thumb along the back of his hand. “You will find a lady that captures your eye soon, I am sure of it. Look at your siblings…”

Benedict smirked sarcastically, “Oh yes, they made it look so easy.”

Violet huffed. He was right. Both Daphne and Anthony’s courtships had been whirlwinds of heartache and scandal until they finally found themselves happily married. If each of her children’s paths to the altar were going to follow their example, she didn’t know if she would survive it. But Benedict was different. He was a romantic at heart, charming, relaxed and fawned over by ladies. Surely it would be easier for him to find a wife and for them to smoothly begin their life together.

“I know you disdain the marriage mart and I know you are enjoying your…bohemian life.” He snickered at that. “But if you are lonely as you say, keep your heart and your eyes open. You never know where you might find the woman who is right for you. Probably somewhere unexpected if experience has taught me anything.”

Benedict gripped her fingers back, smiling with genuine appreciation. Then he turned devilish. “Yes. And I shall do my best to keep from falling in love with her sister.”

“Stop it.” Violet swatted him on the arm, the two of them laughing as the tension melted out of their postures. She turned back to the beautiful hat in her lap. “Dearest, this is a wonderful birthday gift, thank you.”

“I will remind you that there are new Bridgertons who have not yet been crowned. At the rate Daphne is creating them and with another Viscount surely on the way, we will need all the hands we can get to craft them.” He grinned broadly. “Let’s hope your gentleman is good with a pair of scissors.”

The rest of the evening was filled with laughter and warm reminiscing, recalling the highlights of birthdays past. Benedict helped Violet tie the crown upon her head, poured himself a brandy and they toasted, several times, to the family they had lost and all the family they had yet to meet. It was one of the best birthdays Violet could remember. Late into the night they chatted by the fire, glancing up at Edmund or out to the city lights, two lonely hearts filling each other with hope.

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