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And they were roommates

(Captain John price x F!reader)

Summary: the captain wants somewhere more homely to settle down and when an offer like yours comes alight on Zillow he must take up on it.

Warnings: angsty (minimal), john being slightly troubled, alcohol, reader being slightly embarrassing.

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5!! -part 6

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You wake up to the sun softly beaming in your room. Limbs stretching beyond the covers. You look around a little confused as to when you got back in your bedroom. Then it all came together. John, John leaves today.

You get out of the covers leaving your bedroom hoping he’s still there but of course to your disappointment he’s gone. You head to the kitchen knowing at least there will be a note. 

Good morning doll, I thought of waking you but decided against it, though I might regret it. The movie was good, you seemed to really be enjoying it also:) Here's the phone number of a friend in case any problems arise. Next time I’m back I hope to see another painting - John 

(xxx-xxx-xxxx) - nick

You stare at it trying not to let your emotions get the best of you. So you fold it and put it in the kitchen drawer. Although John was an awfully quiet roommate you could feel the weight of his absence. The cold floor beneath your feet has grown warm for how long you’ve stood there. You make your way towards the front door deciding that an iced coffee and a long drive with music will rid you of this feeling you can’t decipher it feels like want but in a way it’s also need but what is it you want and need? Not even you could answer that question.

Long story short you think it made the feeling intensify.

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1 month in

You’ve booked your schedule full leaving not an ounce of time for yourself. From the morning till night you had clients which were good for money but really it was a distraction for your mind. That same feeling felt like it was running into new veins every day seemingly consuming you. 

You tried to start a new painting but something was off about the color scheme and it was a waste not only of time but material and energy. You wonder how John is.

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2 months in

No problems have arisen since he’s been gone. It's like the house knows you’ll call the expensive plumber instead of John’s friend. 

However you have started a painting you are beginning to like. It’s a mix of hues you’ve never used before blues and oranges, a flame. You don’t know where or why the idea came to you but it’s what you wanted so you started it. A single candle is the outline, and the surrounding of it is the orange yellowish aura of a flame. You tried making ratatouille the other day and although it was good you wished it was made out of pepperonis like your childhood mind had imagined. You forgot there was no longer anyone to finish left overs so you ate it for three days straight.

Also you bought a new rug.

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3 months in

You’ve begun putting the final laminate on the painting. It’s taken you far longer than it would’ve if you hadn’t accepted 15 new clients. Not that you mind anyways. 

You’re also a little ambivalent to the idea of John paying for 6 months of rent when he doesn’t even live here during it. 

Besides that life seems stagnant and you’ve begun to lock your bedroom door at night again. 

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4 months in

The painting now hangs a foot away from where the other one in front of John’s door does. It’s a beautiful contrast and really you were overjoyed at the outcome. You also randomly decided it’d be a good idea one night after too much wine to order new furniture for the outside deck. When it arrived you were one in disbelief of all the building pieces and and two excited to have something more to do. 

You should've stayed up the night John left.

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5 months in  

Redecorating the deck wasn’t enough change. You needed a makeover physically but couldn’t decide how. Maybe a tattoo? No. New makeup? No. How about a haircut?  Fuck it, yes. 

So you did just that, you got a few almost unnoticeable highlights and chopped a good amount off. After the fact you were obsessed. Was it impulsive and could it have gone so horribly wrong, yes. But did it? No. 

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6 months in 

John’s still not back and it’s all you could think about. What if something happened to him? What if he wasn’t coming back? You worried yourself sick so much so you physically became sick. 

You waited week by week for anything, maybe he’s back on base but just hasn’t come back home yet. But something was telling you it was more than that. 

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7 months in 

At this point worrying wasn’t going to make him appear. Your hobbies have now turned into distractions. So tonight you sit in the living room with a glass of wine and watch another rom com. You’re as comfy as can be in this cold brutal weather. It stays below 30 degrees Fahrenheit during this time of year and the snow bites at any unclothed skin. 

You fall asleep to the small hum of the heater while on the couch. Thick blanket thrown across you and tv playing as background chatter. 

You don’t know when you wake but it’s still dark outside when you hear someone that sounds distressed. Your groggy mind isn’t processing that the sound is coming from inside the house. But when it does you're up in a second looking around as your eyes try to adjust to the darkness. 

“Fuck!” You hear from down the hall. John’s room.

You walk quietly towards it as he continues to chant that word. Suddenly it falls silent and you just hear what sounds to be deep breaths. You don’t know what wills you to knock, but you do. 

“John, are you okay?” You ask softly from behind the closed door. He doesn’t respond but you know he’s in there from the quiet but quick breathing. 

“No.” He says with that familiar deep drawl.

You open the door slowly to see him sitting on the floor near the corner of his bed clearly distressed. You take notice of the mess wondering how you slept through the making of it. There’s glass from somewhere on the floor and clothes strewn but when you look at him your heart breaks. He’s in full uniform, vest on, belt with equipment on, as if he didn’t stop anywhere. Just came straight here. His hair has grown out to an odd length and his beard has grown longer. 

“I can’t get this fucking vest off.” He interrupts your thoughts looking at you with a sense of sorrow. You kneel to where he is careful to avoid glass. His eyes don’t glance up to meet yours; they stay fixated on his hands that are covered in dirt.

“May I?” You gesture towards the plastic buckles on the vest. He nods and you start with the two at his shoulders. Then you reach down his chest to undo the two near his belt buckle. You realize it must be connected somewhere in the back when it doesn’t come off. He leans forwards as you look trying to avoid the bloodstains that taint the once green vest and sure enough the tiniest but mightiest buckle is on the center of his lower back. He shrugs it off with a sigh. 

“Better?” You ask softly.

“Yeah, Thankyou.” He slowly tilts his head back to lean on the comforter and you don’t move an inch. 

“What can I do?” Truthfully you’ve never been in a situation so unbearably awkward but so unwilling to just leave.

“Just sit here with me.” So you do. You scoot right next to him and lean your head on his shoulder. He couldn’t admit it but the nights he slept in cold frost biting weather the thought of returning to your warm presence got him through.

“He almost died.” His voice gives out at the end of that sentence.

“Who?” 

“Johnny, it would’ve been my fault. One second later and they would’ve put a bullet through his skull.”

“But he’s okay?” You know John loves his team even though he doesn’t outwardly say it.

“He’s perfectly fine.” 

“Worrying about what could’ve been will kill you.” 

“Sometimes I feel like that’s what I deserve for some of the things I’ve done.” 

“If not you it would be someone else making the world a better place.” 

“I know.” 

You sit there with him for a while in silence. He can barely believe he made it back alive but right now the battle feels worth it. He hears soft snores not too long later and realizes you’ve fallen back to sleep. His head leans to rest above yours as he closes his eyes. He knows sleep won’t come to him but he’s never had you this close and for now he’ll cherish it.

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When you woke up again the sun had risen and a golden glow lit John’s room. 

“John.” You whisper trying not to move your head in case he’s sleeping.

“Yeah doll.” He lifts his head to look at you.

“I’m so sorry.” You feel slightly embarrassed and bad that you just fell asleep on him.

“Nothing to be sorry for.” He sighs before standing on his feet with a groan then offering you hand to help you up.

“I’m going to shower.” He says as you dust yourself off.

“After can I give you a haircut?” He laughs a little at your not so subtle realization of his long hair..

“If you’d like.” 

“I’d love.” You say before leaving, assuring him you’d be back when he's done.

You pick up your mess from the previous night. Folding your blanket and putting it back in the basket near the couch. Taking your wine glass to the sink and rinsing it out. You go to your room and change into an outfit for the day and do your morning routine. After you grab your shears, clippers and cape. By the time you're done doing all of this you no longer hear the water running meaning John’s done with his shower. You knock on his door lightly.

“Come in.” You walk in to see him sweeping up his mess with the small house broom and can’t help but smile at the sight. 

“Come on, let's cut your hair in the bathroom, better lighting and you can see what I’m doing.” You say heading straight there. You sit him on the little bathroom bar stool that’s been in there since your ex moved out. Once he’s sitting the only cape you have is pink so you throw it on him begging yourself to not laugh which you fail causing him to smirk. 

“Okay so I’m just gonna clean it up, fade the sides a very little, cut the top with shears and what not.” You let him know.

“You cut your hair?” He replies, staring at you through the mirror.

“Yeah so?” You smile.

“I like it, it looks good.” You feel that feeling only johns been able to provoke.

“Thankyou.” You begin the cut, slowly combing out sections making sure to be precise. He seems far more relaxed than you’d imagined as you just freely cut at the top. After the matter once you're satisfied you shave the sides a little just enough to where it looks cleaner. 

“Can I do your beard and mustache?” 

“You're the hairstylist, not me?” Is all he says. 

So you do, very carefully, mere inches away from his face your hands hold one side of his jaw softly to trim the other side. He watches your expression intently. The way when you’re focused there’s a crease that forms between your eyebrows and your pupils blow a little wide.

“All done.”  You say pulling him from his trance. You move his face with your hands really checking to make sure all is well.

“Very handsome.” You compliment before turning around to rinse your shears and put them away. 

“Thank You doll.” He says examining it himself in the mirror thoroughly pleased with how well you did even though he knows you don’t cut men’s hair. He doesn’t notice you grab his beard oil from the cabinet till you're smoothing it between your hands and asking him to face you so you can rub it through the coarse brown hair. Ever the nurturer.

It feels like time apart only made you two feel closer somehow. Or maybe it’s because you wanted to be close and those feelings were equally reciprocated. 

The rest of that day John had loads of paperwork to file, sign and report. So he did that, he sat in his office for long hours going through the process. The only thing that slightly lightened this burden was your voice humming in the kitchen as you cooked something. You’d stopped by and offered him some which he gladly accepted from your giving hands. Hours later you bid him a goodnight and went to bed and even then he had so much more left.

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The next day you catch John in the kitchen and tell him there’s something you must show him.

“So you built it all yourself?” He says as you show him your little project you did outside. There’s a thick coat wrapped around you as you don’t fully step outside to avoid slipping on the icy ground. Him though, he stands on it with no problem in what looks like military issued boots. 

“Yes I did.” You say proudly despite his clear disdain.

“I missed you, even your stubbornness.” After the months John’s been through there was no point in hiding the way he was feeling.

“I missed you too.” You smile while clearly avoiding his gaze.

How had he missed this all along?

“Would you like to go out for drinks?”

“What?” You turn around to meet his eyes.

“Can I take you out for drinks?” What being mere inches away from death does to a man.

“Yeah.” 

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You both silently walk away trying to break the bounds of the tense pull that makes you want to gravitate towards each other. You put on something cute but also warm and slip on some brown doc martens as your choice of shoe. You do light makeup as you give yourself a pep talk.

“Only two drinks, only two drinks.” You have to tell yourself cause after two your too you. 

You hear John putting his shoes on by the hallway and take in the sight of him, brown leather jacket and beanie. You’re not sure how he’s going to stay warm in that but something tells you he will.

“Ready?” He asks and you nod nervously.

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“Okay, hold on, I have to do this really slow or I’ll fall.” You say stepping slowly out onto the ground below the porch stairs. 

“Well come here I’ll help you.” He offers his hand. You grab it softly, swooning at the way it encompasses your own. There’s something inside of him that doesn’t even want you to risk walking on this floor but of course he also doesn’t want to push. 

“Okay nice and slow.” You’re not even taking full steps, just small slides. You clutch his hand for dear life and he loves it. 

“Good girl.” He says once you reach the door of his truck which he opens for you. He doesn’t let go till you sit inside then only does he slip his hand from your warm one and closes the door. 

“Which pub?” You ask as he turns on the heater only for your sake.

“The one downtown near the little Italian grocer.” You know exactly which one he’s talking about. Its dim light atmosphere is cozy but fun but usually full of mainly couples.

“Mkay.” You say looking out the window at the gloomy sky realizing it just might rain. 

He glances your way during the small drive, your scent of your floral perfume mixed with his of cardamom and musk is quite perfect. 

“You alright?” He asks.

“Yeah, just comfy, you?” He grins at your response.

“Never been better.”

He pulls into one of the street parking spots and despite the weather the streets are full, he gets out to put coins inside the slot for time before heading to your side of the car. 

“Wait, I'm scared.” You say realizing that the distance to the bar doesn’t seem to be a survivable one. 

“Come on, I'll hold your hand.”

“I’ll fall regardless.”

“Want me to carry you?” He genuinely offers.

“What?” You laugh. 

“Doll I’m very serious I will carry you, just get on my back.”

“What if we both fall?” 

“I’m not falling, trust me.” He says turning around motions for you to get on his back.

“Okay then.” You hook your legs around his upper waist and his arms reach to tuck themselves firmly beneath your knees.

“Comfortable?” He asks. He’s sure you can hear his heart racing from the proximity you’re in. 

“Very.” All your dreams of climbing this man have come true. 

You shut the door as he steps onto the sidewalk. You tuck your chin in by his neck for warmth. He smells woodsy with a hint of musk, it makes your head spin.

“How are you not slipping?” You say very suspicious.

“Doll I could run on this floor with these boots on.” He answers looking slightly over his shoulder at you.

“Well don’t.” You say seriously and he laughs as he approaches the bar, opening the door and setting you softly on the floor. 

He finds you both a booth in the corner and sits on the side where he can see the entire bar, very John of John.

“What do you drink?” He asks, trying to make conversation. Suddenly the air feels very intimate, almost too intimate for what he considers his old man heart.

“When I’m out, martinis.” 

“Espresso?” 

“Mhmm.” You’re trying your hardest to hold the eye contact he’s giving you but something about the blue in his eyes and creases on the side of them has you breaking it quicker than it started.

“I’ll be back then.” He says sliding out of the booth feeling slightly accomplished.

You sit there looking at the lively pub, how many romances are at their peak here, how many friends are having the best night of their lives, how you amongst them are finally feeling like you again. 

“Here we are.” He says returning with two glasses, his is a classic bourbon with a square ice cube in the glass.

“Thankyou.” You say as he slides it over to you.

“So what’d you do while I was gone, other than be reckless and build furniture.” He asks as you sip from your glass.

“I did lots of hair, painted a bit, found new color schemes for decor and that’s kinda it, I’d ask you the same question but I fear you can’t answer.” 

“Your fears are true.”

“That Kate woman, she's very pretty.” Are you a little jealous?

“Yeah she’s also very married.” He says it like he doesn’t know what you're on about.

“And also not into men.” You nearly choke on your drink and swallow hard to get it down.

“Well I was just saying.” Sure you were.

You two have small chatter as you go through drinks. You tried to offer the second round but John said no for you to just stay in your seat. He came back with thirds and you definitely were starting to feel the effects of the previous two, him though not at all.

“So you’re telling me John you as very um good looking as you are haven’t had a girlfriend in how long?” 

“Eight years.” He says while being very amused with your light hearted, open attitude.

“That’s just not right.”

“No?” 

“No, personally, well never mind.” You’re not drunk enough to say what you were about too.

“What about you, why no boyfriends?” 

“I’m very, I would say needy I guess clingy even, I’m a double texter, someone who worries and loves too much and I think that can be overwhelming for a lot of people.” You admit.

“Don’t believe that.” He says, sounding a little annoyed.

“For the right person you could never be overwhelming.” He says looking at you intensely and this time you can’t seem to look away.

Once your third drink is finished it’s raining outside and you’re words away from trouble.

“John?” 

“Yeah doll.”

“You make me feel alive again.” You admit, the alcohol has casted a pretty shade of pink on your cheeks as you lean your head on your hand and John doesn’t think he’s ever been more entranced. 

“You and me both, here drink some water.” He slides it to you. You’re sweet, too sweet. He feels like if he touches you physically or emotionally he’d be tainting art.

“Has anyone told you you're very climbable?” 

“It’s time for us to get going, you're quite the light weight.” He laughs offering you a hand as you slide off the booth.

He leaves a tip on the table before walking with you to the door. He has to bend far more than he normally would for you to secure yourself on his back before he’s walking outside. This time he’s walking faster because of the rain droplets that are falling hard. He seats you in the car and reaches across you to buckle you in before heading to his side. 

The drive home is pretty quiet, he drives extra slowly because of the precious cargo he carries. Once he pulls back into the gravelly drive way you unbuckle and open the door as he puts the car in park. 

“You don’t want to wait for me.” He asks, a little concerned.

“I got this.” You hop out of the elevated truck immediately slipping and having to grab onto the door. He walks quickly to your side laughing at the expression on your face.

“You sure do.” He says as he grabs your arm

“Oh stop it.” You say accepting the help, sliding your feet on the ice again till you get to the door. Once you get inside you groan into the toasty air. 

“Thankyou for tonight John.” You say facing him once you kick your boots off. You hadn’t realized how close you were till you turned around and could feel the heat radiating off of him and smell the bourbon on his breath. 

“No, thank you.” He says feeling awfully captivated, hanging onto your every move. You cup his face and stand on your tippy toes, boldly yet slowly placing a kiss on the corner of his lips. 

He’s starstruck. Absolutely dazed at the look of mischief in your eyes, something that tells him you know exactly what you’re doing to him. 

“Goodnight John.” You say patting his chest and walking down towards your room.

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I couldn't wait till tommorrow i'm sorry.

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[magalhaessims]

DEL SOL BOULEVARD - MAXIS-MATCH CC BUILD

NOT CC FREE 

Lot Type: Thrift And Bubble Tea Store | Retail

Size: 30x30

World: Del Sol Valley

Enable bb.moveobjects before placing in your game!

📺 WATCH THE SPEED BUILD HERE ✨

Origin ID: MagalhaesSims (remember to enable custom content on!) DOWNLOAD

CC USED IN THIS BUILD:

NOTE: For convenience, some of the CC is included in the Download Folder. Please put it in your Mods Folder along with the CC linked below.

Charly Pancakes: Lavish | Miscellanea | Modish | Munch 01 & 02 | Soak | The Lighthouse Collection || TheClutterCat: Baby Boo | Dandy Diary | Mermaid Mansion | On The Edge | Snuggle Set | Sunny Sundae || Felixandre: Berlin | Chateau | Grove Set | Shop The Look 01 - 03 | Soho || Harrie: Brownstone | Brutalist Bathroom | Halcyon Kitchen | Klean | Kwatei | Octave | Shop The Look 02 & 03 | Spoons || House Of Harlix: Baysic Collection & Bathroom | Harluxe | Kichen 2 Point 1 | Livin'Rum | Orjanic | The Bafroom | The Kichen || KKB-MM: My Cherish Things: Kitchen || LittleDica: Arcane | Chic Bathroom | Delicious Kitchen | Greasy Goods | H&B Store | Rise&Grind | Sleek Slumber || Max20: Cozy Bathroom Kit | Poolside Lounge (Plants) || MLys: Pufferhead Stuff Pack || Peacemaker-ic: Bowed Bedroom | Bowed Living | Creta Kitchen | Furrowed Plaster Wall | Geometric Mural Wall || Pierisim: Auntie Vera Bathroom | Calderone | Coldbrew Coffee Shop | Combles | David Apartment | MCM House | Oak House | Pantry Party | Stefan | Tilable Kitchen | Woodland Ranch || S-imagination: Nota Living Room | Rutland Kitchen || Sixam-CC: Home Office (Printer) | Hotel Bedroom (Hair Brush) | Private School (Water Fountain) || Someone-Elsa: Passion By Judith Ward Collection || Surely-Sims: Kitchen Of Tomorrow (Nuka Cola) || Syboulette: Fabulous | Happy Stairways | Love Is In The Air | Neighborly | Nothing To Wear | Pavilion || Taurus Design: Judith Living Room || Tuds: Beam Living | Ema Living

The CC Sets above are the main ones I used to decorate this specific building and you can find all the links to the creators’ sites on my Resource Page. However, if you can’t find something specific, you can send me a WCIF and I’ll try to help you find it!

HOW TO MAKE THIS LOT FUNCTIONAL:

For the Boba Tea Store, I've added the ThriftTea Bubble Tea Counter created by @srslysims. It features the same animation and interactions as the vanilla version but without the bulky counter it comes with.

For the Clothing Store, I recommend using the Fashion Store Mod by Nando. I've placed interactive mirrors in the changing cabins so your Sims can actually buy clothes from them.

For the Sephora Store, I'm utilizing the Functional Perfumes by @aroundthesims along with the Saleabration Store Mod by @ravasheencc, allowing your Sims to buy and use them! Additionally, I've included the New Styling Station (Chair) by @aroundthesims so your Sims can enjoy a little makeover at the store.

For the Bookstore, I'm incorporating both the Retail Therapy Mod by @ravasheencc and the Self-Service Kiosk by @aroundthesims, enabling your Sims to purchase books within the store. You don't have to have both mods installed if you don't want to; either one will suffice!

For a more immersive experience with this lot, I highly suggest downloading LittleMsSam’s Auto Employees Mod. With this mod, NPCs will automatically work at the lot once you place the correct object for them to appear.

Make sure to read all the information available on the mods' pages in order to ensure they work properly in your game!

My content will always be free and right away available to everyone, but if you want to, you can show your support through my Ko-Fi Page. Your donation will always be much appreciated!

Thank you for reblogging: @maxismatchccworld @mmoutfitters @mmfinds @s4realtor @coffee-houses-finds and everyone else for helping me boost this post!

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51 Road to Nowhere Makeover

Download on SFS / MediaFire

Requires the Life Stories bundle

Costs 246,488; 4 BR / ~2 BA

Totally inspired by the wonderful @tvickiesims's makeover of this lot. I loved the idea of the Grunts living at a military base and couldn't resist trying my hand at it :)

More pictures under the cut

Outside

Kitchen and cafeteria

Gym and shared bathroom

Boys' bedrooms

Officer quarters

Floor plan

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☆ bloody kisses ☆

Modern! Vampire! Gwayne Hightower x Reader SMUT

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After getting unceremoniously dumped by your cheating ex and moping in your room alone, your best friend Laena decided its time for you to get back out there. Instead of drowning yourself in vodka like you planned to, you meet a handsome stranger who promises a night with a bite.

Word Count: 2.4k

Themes: SMUT, 18+, blood!!, blood drinking, really rough p in v, neck biting, praise, creampie, alcohol consumption

note gwayne isn't depicted as a vampire from any sort of series or show, he's just generically a vamp lol

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After a long, dreary day at work, you’re finally back in your apartment, throwing your keys onto the counter with a huff. You can still hear your boyfriend—no, ex-boyfriend’s—voice echoing in your head.

Jason Lannister. The epitome of a scumbag wrapped in expensive suits and golden hair, whose charm had first blinded you and now left you seething. You hadn’t even been surprised when you caught him cheating, really. He’d been pulling away for weeks now, finding excuses for late nights at the office, and acting suspiciously cagey about his phone.

“Good riddance,” you mutter to yourself, kicking off your shoes and making your way to the bedroom. You collapse on your bed, staring up at the ceiling, replaying the humiliating breakup over and over again. You knew he was a prick, yet somehow, it still stung.

The tears don’t come; perhaps they’re stuck somewhere in between shock and anger. All you feel is a numbing kind of sadness. You reckon you've been grieving this relationship for a while now.

Despite knowing you’re better off without him, the familiar weight of loneliness settles in your chest. With a groan, you reach for your phone, thinking about texting your best friend, Laena, but then decide against it. She’s probably busy, and you don’t want to drag her into your misery.

Just as you’re about to sink further into your self-imposed cocoon of pity, a loud banging at the door snaps you out of it. You blink, confused, until Laena’s voice reaches you.

“Hey, open up, babe! I brought reinforcements!”

You shuffle to the door and open it to find Laena standing there, a wide grin on her face and arms laden with Chinese takeaway bags. The savoury aroma of sweet and sour chicken wafts into your apartment, making your stomach rumble in response. You'd barely eaten thanks to the misery of Jason.

“Laena,” you sigh, stepping aside to let her in. “What are you doing here?”

“Saving you from the pits of despair,” she announces, sweeping past you and setting the bags down on the kitchen table. She turns, placing her hands on her hips. “I heard about the breakup. That bastard didn’t deserve you, anyway.”

You shrug, depressingly flopping down on a chair and grabbing a pair of chopsticks. “I know, but it still sucks."

Laena opens the containers, her expression softening. “It does. But you deserve better, and tonight, we’re going to forget about Jason Lannister. We’re going out.”

You pause mid-bite. “Out? I don’t know, Laena. I was planning to just wallow here.”

“Oh no, no, no,” she insists, shaking her head. “We’re hitting up The Alchemist’s Guild. It's the hottest place in King's Landing right now. There’s no way I’m letting you stay here and mope. And who knows, maybe a hot stranger will catch your eye?”

You chew thoughtfully, the idea slowly melting away your resistance. It’s been a while since you’ve let loose, and the idea of drowning your sorrows in music and drinks doesn’t sound too bad. Plus, Laena is incredibly persuasive.

“Fine,” you finally agree, much to her delight. “But I’m not promising that I'll be looking anything special.”

“Don’t worry, that’s why I’m here,” she says with a grin, pulling you into your bedroom to transform you for the night out.

An hour later, Laena’s makeover has you feeling like a different person. She’s chosen a striking black dress from the back of your wardrobe that hugs your curves perfectly and matches it with a bold red lipstick that screams party. Your eyes are lined with just the right amount of smokey shadow, making them pop, and your hair is styled to perfection.

“You look hot,” Laena declares, admiring her handiwork. “Jason who?”

You laugh, the heaviness of earlier starting to lift. “All right, let’s do this.” Laena, also dressed up in shimmering teal, screams excitedly, grabbing a shot of vodka for you each before you leave.

The Alchemist’s Guild buzzes with energy as soon as you step inside. The bar is packed, filled with people sipping colourful drinks and chatting animatedly under dim, atmospheric lights. You and Laena squeeze your way to the bar.

“Two Essos Elixirs please,” Laena says. She clinks her glass against yours when the drinks arrive.

“Cheers,” you say, taking a long sip. The pomegrante and vodka drink is fruity and strong, just what you need to kickstart the night.

As the night went on, you started to relax. The music, the drinks, and Laena’s infectious energy all combined to lift your spirits. After a while, she nudged you. “Let’s hit The Dragon Pit. I hear it’s wild tonight.” You both walk arm in arm to the club. You hear the music pumping several streets before you arrive.

It doesn’t take long for Laena to slip into the crowd, pulling you along with her as the music pulses around you. You lose yourself in the rhythm, dancing with Laena and screaming out your frustrations to the heavy music.

After a few songs, Laena nudges you. “I’m gonna grab another drink. Are you okay here?”

You nod, waving her off. “I’m good. Go.”

As Laena disappears back toward the bar, you continue dancing, revelling in the moment. The world fades away until it’s just you and the music, and it feels damn good.

A tap on your shoulder brings you back to reality, and you turn to see a tall, impossibly handsome man with auburn hair and striking eyes. His lips curl into a charming smile that’s almost predatory, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine.

“Mind if I join you?” he asks, his voice low and smooth, easily cutting through the noise.

“Not at all,” you reply, feeling your cheeks heat up as he steps closer, matching his movements to yours. His presence is exhilarating, drawing you in effortlessly.

“I’m Gwayne,” he introduces, leaning in slightly to be heard over the music.

You give him your name in return, trying not to be too obvious that you fancy the fuck out of him. He’s dressed impeccably in a tailored shirt that hints at the toned body beneath, and there’s an air of confidence about him that’s impossible to ignore. Jason Lannister couldn't hold a candle to this beautiful man in front of you.

As the song changes, Gwayne moves in closer, his hand resting lightly on your hip as you fall into a rhythm together.

The chemistry between you is electric, each glance and touch fanning the flames higher. When his fingers brush against your neck, a delicious shiver runs down your spine, and you tilt your head slightly, giving him silent permission. Gwayne seems entranced, and as he leans in, his lips graze your neck, igniting sparks that dance across your skin.

You lose track of time, lost in the moment, until Laena reappears beside you, a teasing grin on her face. She’s not alone; a blonde woman with bright eyes and a mischievous smile is by her side, clearly the reason for Laena’s extended absence.

“This is Rhaenyra,” Laena introduces, looping an arm around the woman’s waist. Rhaenyra gives you a knowing wink before turning her attention back to Laena, who’s already leaning in for a kiss.

Gwayne chuckles beside you, watching the interaction with amusement. “Seems like your friend is having a good time.”

You nod, feeling bold with a mix of alcohol and adrenaline. “So am I.”

Gwayne’s eyes darken slightly, his smile turning wicked. “In that case, how about we take this somewhere a bit more...private?”

Your heart skips a beat at the suggestion, the allure of what he’s offering far too tempting to resist. The club, with its flashing lights and pounding music, fades into the background as you consider his proposition.

“Sure,” you say, surprising yourself with the ease of your agreement. You nudge Laena to let her know, and she whoops loudly for you. You blush heavily as Gwayne laughs. It feels liberating, like stepping into a new world where you’re free to explore whatever you want without the shadow of the prick Jason looming over you.

Gwayne takes your hand, leading you through the throng of people and out into the cool night air. The streets are alive with the usual nightlife buzz, but Gwayne only has eyes for you. Now that you're away from the crowd, his eyes seem a little brighter, like there's liquid swirling in them. Were his teeth that sharp when he kissed you earlier?

His apartment is as stylish as you’d expect, a blend of modern decor and understated elegance. The moment you step inside, he’s on you again, his lips finding yours with a hunger that sets you aflame. You respond eagerly, wrapping your arms around his neck as he backs you toward the plush couch.

Gwayne’s focus on your neck returns, his lips trailing along your pulse with a near-reverent touch that sends tingles down your spine. It’s as though he’s savouring every moment, every taste, and you can’t get enough.

Eventually, he pulls back slightly, a curious gleam in his eyes. “You taste...incredible,” he murmurs, almost to himself. “Sweet, like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.”

The compliment sends a thrill through you, but there’s something more in his gaze, something deeper and darker that piques your curiosity.

“You’re not bad yourself,” you reply with a playful smile, tracing a finger along his jawline.

Gwayne chuckles, the sound rich and deep. “I have a proposition for you,” he says, his tone shifting to something more serious yet filled with desire. “Allow me to drink some of your blood. I promise you’ll find the experience...exquisite.”

The request takes you by surprise, and for a moment, you wonder if you’ve misheard.

"Blood?" You repeat with an incredulous laugh. "What are you, a vampire?" You giggle again, the amusement dying in your throat at his serious gaze. "Oh." You utter as he nods.

The sincerity in his eyes is undeniable, and a strange part of you isn’t entirely put off by the idea. In fact, it’s intriguing, offering a thrill of danger.

“What do I get in return?” you ask, curiosity winning over hesitation.

Gwayne’s smile widens like he's the cat that got the cream. "Riches, immortality. Name your price, my sweet."

You stared at him, your mind spinning. It should have scared you, but it didn’t. Instead, you felt a pang of excitement. “Only if you promise me a night of pleasure in return,” you replied, your voice steady.

His smile was one of pure delight. “Deal,” he said, his eyes gleaming. You smile back, equally hungry as you both lunge towards each other, hands digging into flesh as you kiss viciously.

Gwayne, with inhuman strength, grasped your hips and moved you atop him. You instinctively ground your hips down, gasping with delight as you felt his hardness press against your blazing pussy.

Gwayne lets a dark smile pull at his lips as he kneads your ass with sharp nails. You only pull apart to allow him to pull your dress over your head, ripping off your panties and bra. You mewl at the unfairness, hands begging to touch him. He rips his own shirt off, revealing toned muscles with pale skin. You rock harder against him, feeling his growing arousal as your pussy leaks over his trousers.

"Naughty girl," he rasps. "These trousers were expensive."

"Fuck the trousers," you mumble. "Fuck me instead."

"Oh how can I deny such a sweet request from my darling," Gwayne laughs, kissing you fiercely and unbuttoning his trousers. The way your pussy reacts to his hard lengthy cock makes your eyes roll back as Gwayne situates your hips above his.

You sink onto his hips, the sharp pain of his entering soon replaced by a luscious fullness that makes the most lewd noises fall from your parted lips.

Gwayne's eyes are alight with fire, a snarl pulling at his lips as his hands bounce you up and down on his cock. Hot pleasure licks at your insides as you ride him.

"Time to pay up, my sweetling." Gwayne rumbles against your lips, leaning down as you feel a sharp, sweet pain as his teeth sink into your neck, followed by a rush of pleasure that left you breathless.

Lightheaded and buoyed by the sensual feel of Gwayne suckling at your neck, your pussy bursts ablaze with a hot orgasm, your fingers deftly rubbing your clit as you cry out. Your pussy liquid seeps over his thighs. Gwayne moans against your neck, eyes rolling back at the sweetness of your blood as he pulls back. He licks your wound, lips and jaw dripping in your redness. Lightheaded, you moan at his glistening teeth, reaching to kiss him.

"I'm not finished with you yet, sweet thing." Gwayne moans, pulling you up to lie you on your back on the sofa. He grabs your hips to align his cock to your weeping hole.

He notches his cock against you, pushing in to your sensitive pussy. Gwayne's eyes flutter at how tight your pussy grips, yet he can't relinquish the sight of you writhing and mewling beneath him. Lips curled, he snaps his hips at a punishing pace, watching your tits bounce and mouth release the most lewd sounds of pleasure he's heard in a very long time.

"Gwayne," you stutter out, head swirling and pussy aching. "I'm so close!"

"Good, my pet, cum for me. Let me fill you up like a good girl, sweet one. I'll own you, you'll own me." He rasps against your lips as you crest your peak once more, crying to the heavens as your pussy quakes. Gwayne follows swiftly, cursing loudly and fucking his hot cum deep into you.

He watches your eyelids flutter close and he sighs softly, smiling. As you sleep, he carries you to the human bed he has for decor, resting you down and cleaning your wound and thoroughly fucked body.

You wake up sometime later, utterly spent and completely satisfied, in Gwayne's arms. Gwayne looked down at you, his eyes filled with something you couldn’t quite name.

“You’re incredible,” he whispered, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

“So are you,” you replied, smiling up at him. He grins sharply.

"I may have to keep you around. You keep up well with me for a human, but you'd do even better as a vampire."

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AN: whew more gorgeous gwayne for you! im a sucker for the gothic and vampires so this had to happen. pretend laena and nyra aren't related btw. brought back the chinese takeaway here lol! lmk any ideas or rqs yall got, check out my masterlist for more smexy times and modern aus! luv phoebe ☠︎︎

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obey me brothers x reader⌇ tw: yandere elements, pseudocest, dubcon/noncon (it isn’t clear), tiny mention of monsterfucking. reader is initially gn but forced into a female role.

You’re mysteriously whisked away to the Devildom and forced to live with the seven avatars of sin; however, you aren’t there under the guise of an exchange student program, and you certainly aren’t enrolled in classes at RAD. Instead, you take up the role of the brothers’ departed and beloved sibling: Lilith.

Through Diavolo, Lucifer discovered that you are one of Lilith’s descendants. To appease his twisted desire for a “complete” family, he convinced the demon price to allow you to take up permanent residence in the House of Lamentation. And though none of the brothers actually share flesh and blood—nor you with them—they insist that they feel a kinship with you.

Lilith’s perfectly preserved bedroom is yours. They call you by her name and throw away all of your possessions so that you have to dress as she once did. In a home full of demons, you look like an angel, her pearly robes the only bright spot amidst the foreboding interior, the gauzy garments much too revealing for your taste. But you look just like her, Asmo croons. Beel licks your cheek (you taste just like her, too).

But perhaps even stranger than the brothers forcing you to fill the role of their dead sister—forcing you to walk like her and talk like her and act like her—is your mandated “bonding time” with the brothers.

Every day, they each get an entire hour with you to do whatever it is that they please. It often goes like this: Lucifer chats with you in his study over coffee and classical music; Mammon shops with you online or turns on a movie; Levi ropes you into two player games; Satan reads books to you; Asmo gives you makeovers; Beel drags you either to the kitchen or to the home gym; Belphie naps in your lap as you tell him bedtime stories.

But things look different when the brothers are feeling pent up. And for some reason—biological or calculated you have no idea—their sexual frustration always seems to always coincide. Then, you have seven hours of uninterrupted “playtime,” the duration of which you’ve never remained fully conscious.

Because each demon intends to use his entire allotted hour down to the millisecond, pushing your delicate human body to the limit. Whether it’s on a tongue that resembles a tentacle, clawlike fingers, or a cock bigger than your forearm, you will come so many times that all you can remember—all you can dream of—is how they call you...

Lilith. Sweet, sweet Lilith.

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Here's something I stumbled on, and I'd never heard of creating a "Content House" or "Maximal Victorian Meets Retro." Here are before and after's of a client's home designed by Danielle Nagel.

Isn't this cheerful? I love the mix of thrifted pieces.

Look at the fireplace, now. I like how she put a mantel over it.

This is so clever. It doesn't look like the same house, yet no reno was done- it's just paint, wallpaper, and decor.

The kitchen's makeover.

Some of the details.

I like how she incorporated green into the shades of blue & gray.

I'm almost sure that she had the stove painted. Well, maybe it'll last b/c they didn't do the cook top. My cousin had it done and the top chipped.

Here's a great example of turning a plain, featureless, boring box of a room into a room with character and architectural interest. Plus, color, texture, and pattern.

And, look at what this tiny lackluster room became. I never thought of taking, like, IKEA bookcases and painting them different colors.

Lovely guest room. This is so pretty.

A small bedroom becomes a dressing room.

Very retro rec room.

This has to be the grooviest fireplace I've ever seen.

[freegamingideas]

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@absurdthirst's Kinktober 2023 Prompts

Day 28: Cuckolding, Aphrodisiacs, Temperature Play

𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐬

| PAIRING(s): scumbag HGTV host Joel x f!married!reader | RATING: explicit material | 18+ | WORD COUNT: 3.6k | CONTENT: when I say scumbag I mean it, Joel is a menace, cuckolding, missionary position for nefarious purposes, sorta dubcon elements?, lying, infidelity, cuck chair but it's actually a cuck ottoman, this whole situation is a horny mess lmao | SYNOPSIS: Joel is the charismatic host of you and your husband's favorite HGTV home remodeling show, but he's not the same man when the cameras aren't around.

The bright, charismatic host of you and your husband’s favorite reality TV home makeover show was long gone. In his place was the slippery, opportunistic man you’d come to know over the past several weeks as the show filmed your home. It had been a dream come true until you quickly learned just what type of person was at the helm of this venture.

Joel’s huge hand fanned against the existing laminate countertops of your kitchen, thick fingers calloused with time and labor. It was hard to look away, and heat flooded your face at the embarrassment of being attracted to him despite what he was trying to pull right now.

“So? What’ll it be?” he presses, lazily resting his hip against the edge of the counter. 

The smug smile on his face told you he already knew what your answer would be. You turn to look at your husband and are relieved to find an expression of acceptance. It wasn’t ideal for him, and you tried your best to conceal your growing excitement at the situation. You couldn’t really help it. Joel might be a complete ashole, but he was the most gorgeous man you’d ever laid eyes on.

“Granite,” you emphasize, not quite trusting him even though he’d made an obscene offer in exchange for them.

“Of course,” he easily agrees.

His eyes slide over to your husband, and the wolfish smile only grows. Without looking back at you, he grips around your waist and pulls you flush against his broad, sturdy body. You let out a little gasp as you steady yourself, arousal already building between your thighs.

“I think it’s only fair that you get to decide the location,” Joel says like he’s some gracious, considerate host. “Wouldn’t be right to leave you without a say in me fucking the daylights outta your wife right in front of you.”

“Joel!” you hiss, but there’s no weight behind the warning.

Your husband stands himself a little taller, but the splotches of embarrassment are already pinking his face. “How about a little decency here, Miller? You can ask my wife where because her comfort should be prioritized.”

Joel rolls his eyes at your husband not taking the bait, but his mood improves quickly when he looks at you again with yet another inflammatory remark. “I guess he’s right, baby. So, tell me,” he murmurs, hands slipping down to grab at your ass, “where do you want me to fuck you?”

“B-Bedroom,” you stutter.

He smiles down at you with what you imagine is a little bit of softness and nods. “I just know you’re gonna taste so fuckin’ good.”

You hold back the little noises of anticipation and lust as you all climb the stairs and make way to your bedroom. Joel chuckles quietly behind you like he can hear your thoughts. It sends a shiver down your spine when he’s so locked in like this. He gets this way sometimes, a little cocky and handsy, but being the object of his focus is intoxicating.

Your husband plops down onto the bench at the end of your bed, but Joel immediately directs him to the small square ottoman in the corner. The hairs on the nape of your neck prickle when he says he “might need that” and your mind races with all the possibilities and positions he might request.

You stand awkwardly, unsure of whether or not you should just go with the flow and let yourself feel whatever you’re feeling or if you should try to maintain an air of reluctance for the sake of your husband’s ego. The choice is made for you when Joel comes up quietly behind you and snakes his hands around your waist and thighs.

“I’ve been dyin’ to know what sorta pretty faces you make when you come,” he breathes hot against your ear.

He circles around you and sits on the edge of the bench, hands out and grabbing for you to come closer to him. You oblige and flush heat in your cheeks under his appreciative gaze. If this is how you feel when you’re both fully clothed, you can’t imagine what it will be like when you’re bare and skin to skin. You jerkily nod when he asks if he can take your top off, gasping lightly when his thumbs creep over your peaked nipples seated beneath a lackluster bralette.

He takes his time pressing kisses to your tummy and hips and wrists and forearms. You’d thought he’d get right down to it, but he kept pleasantly surprising you. As much as you wanted to ask him to start getting undressed so you could see what lay beneath the handsome green flannel and classic Wranglers, the thought of your husband knowing just how eager you were for this made you draw back every time.

Eventually he asks you to unbutton his shirt, but your traitorous fingers shake with the task of it. He grins again and helps you with the last few.

“No need to be nervous, baby. I’ve got you,” he assures you.

You roll your eyes, but you know he can tell it’s from nerves. You’ve never done anything like this before, and you never thought even if you did that it would be under these sorts of circumstances.

“Lemme see the rest of ya,” he bids, a broad wave of his hand gesturing to the rest of your clothing.

You both remove your remaining garments until you’re completely bare in front of him. It might be more daunting to work up the self-confidence to be nude like this if the sight of his hardening cock bouncing in his hand weren’t there to distract you. Every thought leaves your mind as you dumbly stand there, mouth gently parted, and take in the size of him. It’s not so much the length, although he’s certainly got plenty, but the girth of him.

He strokes it slowly like he’s putting on a little show for you. Just the thought of having that spreading you open is enough to make a fresh wave of slick pool between your legs.

“What’s the matter, baby? Lil bit bigger than what you’re used to?” he teases, shooting a self-satisfied smile in your husband’s direction.

“It’s just… a … it’s thick,” you gulp.

You want so badly to put your mouth on it. When your eyes finally meet Joel’s again, he’s waiting patiently for your focus.

“I know you can take it, baby. Woman like you? Made for a cock like this.”

Your legs wobble as you approach him again. He doesn’t make a move, instead watching you curiously as you rest a palm against his chest and run it across the planes of muscle there. You only hesitate for a moment when he goads you to “touch anywhere you want” and “I know there’s a certain spot you’re just dyin’ to feel.”

When you finally do take him into your hand, you can’t help but inhale sharply at the weight of it. You give an experimental stroke, and Joel makes an approving sound.

“I… I guess I should get it wet, so it’s, you know, so it’s easier to…..” you trail off.

Joel’s responding grin reminds you a lot of that one scene from the Grinch cartoon where his whole face scrunches up into that menacing, arrogant sneer when he thinks of a lie to tell Cindy Lou Who. He can see right through your bullshit, and you’re eternally grateful that he doesn’t comment on it. You weren’t the best liar, and it would be a huge blow to your husband’s confidence if he knew how eager you were to suck Joel off.

“Go ahead, baby. Lemme see that pretty mouth all over this cock.”

You motion for him to lay down on the bed, and he smoothly scoots back until he’s on his back with wide legs. You don’t mean to crawl in a coy little slink up the bed, but it must end up looking that way based on Joel’s gravelly grunt and your husband’s dry cough. You ignore them both as you lower your head. The heady, masculine scent of him makes your head fuzzy.

The first few kitten licks get him fully hard, and you brace it with both hands as you swirl your tongue around the tip. Your eyes drift up to Joel, and you’re rather proud of yourself when you find his whole face screwed and pinched as he watches you. You don’t get nearly as much time as you’d hoped when he unceremoniously hooks his hands under your arms and hauls you up to his chest.

“Get up here. I need to taste you so fuckin’ bad,” he grits.

You shake your head in protest, feeling far too heavy to sit on his face. He ignores your hesitance and jerks your thighs forward until you’re seated fully on his mouth. His tongue moves like a ribbon in the wind, swirling and flicking and dancing along your folds and clit. You moan loudly into the otherwise silent room when he latches onto your pearled nub and sucks. Your hips bounce back and forth, riding against the friction and suction, and it’s not long before you’re calling out his name and leaking into his mouth.

He laps it up with enthusiastic noises, and your body already feels spent. You briefly realize that your husband, who rarely makes you come while eating you out, just watched his wife come completely undone by the mouth of a much more well-endowed man in less than 6 minutes. You flop down next to Joel and practically starfish in exhaustion into the mattress.

“Don’t worry, man. You can sniff on this later when you’re jerkin’ off in here all by yourself,” Joel laughs.

You look up with heavy eyes to see him wiping your glistening arousal all over your husband’s pillow as he makes direct eye contact with him. You should be offended on his behalf, but instead you’re just aroused. Joel tosses the pillow aside and drags you to the middle of the bed, laying against you and pressing his soft lips against yours. You sigh dreamily at the feel of it. It wasn’t often you’d be brought to climax and then immediately receive gentle little shows of affection.

Your brain was completely off by this point as you deepened the kiss, hands twisting up his back and into the damp waves of hair. He happily licked into your mouth, tongues looping together, and savored your uninhibited display of want for him. His evergreen smug smile was there when he pulled back for a moment, but you didn’t even care anymore. He had more to give you, and you were ready to take.

“It’s a real shame I forgot to put some more condoms in my wallet,” he tuts theatrically.

Just as your husband starts to butt in with an objection at unprotected sex, you shoot him a frenzied look. “It’ll be alright. He’ll just– he can pull out at the end,” you suggest. “Right?” you ask Joel pointedly.

“Of course, baby. Would love to bust inside this sweet pussy uh’yours, but I can just paint that pretty face instead,” he grants.

It’s not safe. It’s not smart. It’s not what you should be doing, point blank period. But the thought of not feeling Joel stretch you wide open right now is agonizing.

“Yeah, that’s– sure, okay,” you hastily agree. “Let’s just, um, let’s go ahead and… you want me on my hands and knees, or…?”

By the pompous laugh he lets out while glancing over at your husband, you know you’re in for it.

“I wanna be up close and personal so I can watch your face while you take this cock, baby.”

Without another word, he grips your knees and spreads your legs wide open. He sniffs a laugh when you eagerly scoot closer to him. He lines himself up at your soaked entrance and braces his arms on either side of your head.

“Ready?”

“Yes,” you practically beg.

True to his word, he watches your face and every micro expression as he slowly feeds his cock to you. Every inch stings more blissfully than the last, and you’re almost out of breath by the time he bottoms out.

“Christ, she’s so fuckin’ tight,” he says to your deathly silent husband.

You can’t bring yourself to look away from Joel or face whatever look your husband is making. You’re grateful you can’t see him when you almost shriek as Joel pulls out and thrusts all the way back in for the first time. He keeps steady eye contact with your husband for so long that you have to turn his face to you again. He tilts his head like he’s amused at your neediness.

“Aw, I ain’t forgot about you, baby,” he coos, borderline boastful at having you hooked so badly. “I just can’t believe that husband of yours would ever let another man get inside this tight little hole. Makin’ me crazy, baby. Might hafta make a habit of this.”

You want to scold him for purposefully saying antagonistic things, but the words are punched right out of your lungs when he drives himself deeper and quicker into the pitches of your cunt. The loud squelch of it is obscene in the small space, but it’s no buffer for the sounds Joel is pulling from you. You almost sound like those girls faking it in pornos, but there’s nothing fake about how delightful the rough slide of his cock in and out feels. Maybe if you’re lucky you can convince your husband that you were just putting on a show and pretending it felt this good.

Your second orgasm comes out of nowhere, and the hysterical noises you’re letting out are downright embarrassing. Joel, however, eats it up and grins like a maniac. Your walls haven’t even finished spasming before he’s folding your legs up to either side of your ribcage and mounting up like he’s about to put in the real work. He fucks you through your waning climax, rambling incessantly about how amazing you feel.

You, on the other hand, can only manage some garbled nonsense. You’re completely locked into the rhythm of it all, the intense connection between the two of you.

“Yeah? Can’t even talk anymore, huh? Poor thing doesn’t know how to talk when she’s takin’ a cock this big,” he grunts, egotistical and entirely correct.

The pace he’s set is unreal, and all you can do is try to take it.

“Look at what I’m doin’ to your wife. Fightin’ for her life takin’ this dick.”

Joel turns your head to the side so you’re looking at your husband. His face is hard, eyes far away and blank. It twists up when Joel thrusts harder and makes you scream out a strangled moan. He turns you to face him again, wild smile and hungry gaze.

“Yeahhhhhh,” he breathes. “Let it all out, baby. Tell me how good I make you feel. Tell me how this is my pussy now. Belongs to me now.”

You whine and clench at the possessive bend of his words.

“Oh, she likes that,” he laughs, hips snapping loudly against your ass. “Just might let you come home with me, baby. Fuck you right every night. Drain my fuckin’ balls in this pussy every fuckin’ night.”

Your eyes slide into the back of your skull as your release surges. You grab haphazardly at his arms and neck for stability, slurring his name over and over in complete euphoria.

“Where do you need this cum, baby?” he grits. “Tell me where you need me to dump all this cum. Tell me where. Tell me how you want that pussy all filled up.”

You nod vigorously, clawing at him to release inside you while you’re still spasming.

“Say it,” he insists.

Just as you shamelessly beg for him to come inside you, he turns your face towards your husband again. You lock eyes with him as he looks on, his wife screaming out a plea for another man to stake his claim. Joel twists your head again and crashes his lips against yours as he starts pulsing inside you. There’s no point in resisting the whirlwind of the kiss and the orgasms and the intimacy. You swallow every grunt and moan he makes until he’s finally finished.

You lie there in your little blissed out bubble until it inevitably pops. Your husband clears his throat and announces it “seems like that’s enough.” You hide your face away in embarrassment as the sobering reality of it all comes crashing down. You slip away to the bathroom to pee and get dressed, and Joel is fully clothed again by the time you are done.

The giddy excitement you felt climbing the stairs is nowhere to be found as you all descend them. You want to punch Joel in the face for making it so good. Couldn’t he at least have made it less impressive? How were you supposed to pretend like that wasn’t the best sex you’ve ever had?

It’s a confusing, guilty feeling when you almost don’t want Joel to go. It’s not just because you’re dreading being alone with your husband after you went and acted like a sex crazed maniac. No, there was something infuriatingly comforting about having Joel around, and this little rendezvous made it to where you couldn’t lie to yourself about it any longer. 

That night is mostly awkward silence between you and your husband, although you’re relieved that he doesn’t seem to harbor any sort of animosity over the whole thing. You note how he continues to stare at the ugly brown laminate countertops. A week later when the crew films your reaction to the beautiful new quartz countertops, it takes every ounce of self-control you have to not explode on Joel.

Your husband storms off the second the cameras cut, and you stalk back inside the empty house. At least it’s afternoon break for the film guys and construction crew, so there’s nothing else being filmed for another hour or so. You glare at your current countertops and the definitely-not-granite-like-Joel-had-promised countertops just outside the window where the delivery truck had theatrically dropped them off while it was all captured for the cameras.

After a few minutes of angry solitude, the steady thud of boots clunks up the stairs. Joel doesn’t appear apologetic in the least as he quickly slips inside and locks the door behind him.

“You promised,” you seethe.

“Baby, don’t be mad,” he soothes. “Granite is a real pain in the ass to take care of. Quartz gives the same look without all the fuss.”

“That’s not the point!” you snap. “You promised me something and then–and then used me! You lied! You were never gonna give me granite countertops! You’re a liar! You can’t just treat me that way!”

He slowly approaches with hands raised in mock surrender. The amused smirk gracing his features is more tiresome than it is insulting.

“I’m taking care of you, baby,” he explains away. “Took care of that pussy and took care of those countertops.”

You cross your arms and jut your chin up, all sense of dignity crumbling away. “You used me. You think this is some big joke. You think it’s okay to treat me like some big joke for you to laugh at.”

For the first time ever, he looks genuinely taken aback and maybe even a little hurt.

“If I didn’t give a shit about you, I would’ve let you waste all your money on some bacteria magnet countertops that are gonna stain in five seconds, especially with that little crybaby of a husband you’ve got. Tears splashing all over the place just because somebody with a bigger dick and a better pussy eating game made his wife happy.”

You roll your eyes at this incessant need to make this about himself.

“Now are you gonna quit poutin’ or do I need to get you right again?” he lobs.

You open your mouth to tell him to fuck off, but nothing comes out. You’re still wordless as he backs you against the counter. He raises a brow and cocks his head.

“Is that the sorta apology you need?” he wonders aloud with a gentle bump of his hips against you. “Need me to kiss it all better? Fuck it all better?”

You swallow hard at the firm shape already forming in the crotch of his jeans. He slowly bends down, giving you every opportunity to tell him to stop and to leave and to never speak to you again unless it’s for the show. But you don’t. You can’t. You need him too badly to turn him away. It’s even worse that he clearly already knows it.

He kisses you gently, like he’s actually apologetic for any hurt feelings. You sigh and uncross your arms. It wasn’t the countertops you’d hoped for, but maybe he really was just looking out for you. Still, he didn’t have to lie about it.

“Now come in here and lemme fuck you on this sink before we demo the bathroom this afternoon,” he husks.

You cut your eyes at him and drag his hand to your chest. His smug expression was no surprise, but it was suddenly difficult to care when you had two things that eased the turmoil of the switch up: you were guaranteed to orgasm within the next 10 minutes, and your countertops were still pretty – even if they weren’t granite like he’d promised.

This has been bouncing around my brain for over a year now hahaha. The edit still makes me cackle:

[mysteriouslybluepirate]

Samba had a baking class! There he revealed some scenes that were cut/rewritten at some point in the process include:

From Samba: Calypso’s birthday was supposed to be LuPete wedding and wee John and Roach were trying to get Ed and Stede to hook up. Roach is the one who would have given Stede the pierced ear. Wee John makes Ed an outfit. Then Stede & Ed actually danced! Samba likes what the episode changed to, and that they didn't force the Ed/Stede relationship earlier. This episode would have been a combination of Parent Trap+Makeovers+Slow Dancing [SLIGHT agreement about being happy they didn't push the relationship (as they move it from being the point of ep 6 to the end of ep 6), I'm just more mad that they made the LuPete wedding a last minute thing. This still would have felt rushed after multiple non-apologies from Ed. A part of me says they wanted the drag bits? But then you're telling me Lucius wouldn't want Wee John in drag at his wedding, which just sounds SO out of character]

[CUT SCENE] The reason Buttons had a rope around his waist for ep 1 was because he kept on trying to run to the sea. They had scenes showing this but it was cut.

[CUT SCENE] S2E1 where Stede's crew were all making wishes for a ship. Black Pete wished that Lucius would be alive on the ship, Olu wished that Jim would be on the ship, and Roach wished for a big kitchen on the ship!

[CUT SCENE] Apparently a LOT of Jim/Olu scenes were cut, including one where Archie and Olu step out of the bedroom in boxers. Confirming 100% that they are all poly, and Jim/Olu was still together together. With a hint of maybe Olu/Archie?

BEHIND-THE-SCENES STUFF

The 'Don’t you want your Sammie' sandwich scene in ep 4 was fully improvised, and that on top of getting hit in the face is why Nathan broke.

Thumb war scene was improv, which is a shame, as to me this was the most romantic moment of the fucking season. It's just so soft, and sweet, and happy.

Stede's jacket from ep5 is cursed irl bc the fire alarm went off w/ no explanation in the first scene with the jacket

David Fane got bit by an eel on the toe while filming the Roach&Fang spa scene

So they really seemed to have had a decent script then changed it, for some reason. It wouldn't have fixed everything, but it does confirm my theory that they mostly cut scenes with the crew/rewrote episodes so the crew wasn't heavily featured.

ALSO: Samba wanted to do an official podcast when the season was releasing but couldn't due to the strikes.

[anton-luvr]

shotaro x gn reader and they have a sleepover and they do the cutesy norms like makeovers, face masks, watch movies n gossip but then they start playing stuff like 20 questions and things get personal (gn confesses) and shotaro returns his feels and they kiss and it gets a little suggestive????? (if you’re comfortable, ofc!!) 🫶🏽

# SPECIAL SOMEONE.

𖦹 bf!shotaro x gn!reader | fluff & suggestive | friends 2 lovers au

𖦹 note ; first taro fic here!!! also im so sorry for how long this took irene thank u for waiting and always supporting me :( + reqs are CLOSED, soft hours OPEN !!

Sleepovers after exams were tradition for you and Shotaro.

This time round was no different.

After gossiping about the latest drama in your university over Chinese takeaway in his kitchen and throwing a fashion show in his bedroom with almost all of his clothes, the both of you settled down for more calmer activities.

You would usually watch a movie, but Shotaro had been pestering you for weeks to play 20 Questions with him, claiming it was a ‘fun’ game that would allow the both of you to ‘understand each other better’.

So here you were, sitting cross legged across him on his bed while his favorite R&B songs played softly from his speakers.

“Okay, what’s the weirdest dream you’ve ever had?” you ask, looking up from the list of questions he had sent you.

His pretty eyes light up, and he immediately starts rambling excitedly to you about what sounds like a dream of Godzilla doing ballet in New York City.

You’d understand it if you were paying attention, but you just couldn’t help but get distracted.

Shotaro was so effortlessly gorgeous.

His freshly dyed blonde hair suited him so well, a bright color that complimented the shine of love and sincerity in his eyes for those around him. It also made his cherry red lips pop, looking so soft and so plush while he continued talking about his weird dream.

And when he laughed?

It was a melody that you never wanted to stop listening to, a sound that brought out your own smile while your body warmed up at how cute he was.

“Hello? Earth to Y/N?”

Snapping out of your thoughts, you look up from his lips to see him staring at you.

“Are you okay? You kinda spaced out.” he asks, head tilted in confusion.

Embarrassed, you nod your head. “Yeah, sorry I was thinking about something.” you lied, grinning sheepishly.

“It’s okay,” he laughs, flashing you his signature smile. “It's my turn to ask you a question now.”

Neither of you say anything as he scrolls through the questions, pouting in concentration as he tries to pick one.

“Ooh, this one is nice.” he giggles, smirking at you as he puts his phone aside.

“What was your first kiss like?” he asks dramatically, wiggling his eyebrows at you in a teasing manner.

“M-My first kiss?” you sputtered, almost choking on your own spit.

Shotaro hums eagerly.

“Well, I’ve never had one yet.” you admit, laughing awkwardly.

At this, Shotaro waves his hand in the air as if to dismiss what you said. "Nah, no way." he chuckles. "Someone as pretty and as nice as you hasn't had their first kiss yet? Lies."

Your cheeks burn at his compliment, but you shake your head. "I'm serious, Taro." you said.

He blinks in surprise at you, mumbling a soft "Oh."

"Well... then when do you want to have your first kiss?" he asks.

You can only offer a shrug as you sigh, lying down on his bed.

“When I find the right person, I guess.” you mutter.

Shotaro lies down beside you too, propped up by his arm to look at you.

“Anyone particular in mind?” he teases, back to wiggling his eyebrows at you.

Oh, little did he know who it was.

First kisses seemed to be something so special and so intimate to you, so logically, you would want to have your first kiss with someone special.

Someone who truly meant something to you.

And that someone was Shotaro.

He somehow manages to sees things that others don’t, looking out for you in situations that always catches you by surprise.

It could be the jacket that he casually wrapped around you at a party because he noticed the goosebumps on your arms, or the time he got you your favorite pen when it ran out of ink and he saw you using another pen in class.

It could be when he offered to piggyback you across the muddy road after it rained, knowing how much you liked your white sneakers and wouldn’t want them dirty.

It could be in moments like these, where just his smile made you feel like the luckiest person in the world.

“Yeah,” you whisper. “You.”

“M-Me?” Shotaro stutters, eyes wide with surprise while his face flushed a light red.

"Yeah, you. I like you, Taro.” you confess. “You’re the one I’d want to have my first kiss with. It’s fine if you don’t have the same feelings, I just thought I’d let you know.” you add on, smiling softly at the end.

Like the angel he was, you thought Shotaro would reject you nicely, but he proves that idea wrong when he tells you quite the opposite.

“I like you too." he says gently, a dazed smile on his lips.

“No way.” you mumble, frowning suspiciously at him.

“Yes way.” he giggles.

“Let’s have your first kiss, shall we?” is all he says before his lips crash against yours.

You can’t help but smile into the kiss at how right it all feels, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer.

And even though you were inexperienced, you learned quickly from Shotaro. Soon enough, he could taste your vanilla lip balm on his lips, mind spinning from the feeling of your tongue against his.

The kiss eventually deepens, and a heavy desperation for each other starts to make its way into the kiss.

“More?” Shotaro asks as he pulls away, panting and his eyes darkening with need.

“More.” you answer breathlessly, as you tug him back down by his sweater to kiss you.

It’s soon discarded into a corner of Shotaro’s room as you spend the rest of the night intertwined, hands exploring each other and lips never once leaving each other.

Just you and your special someone.

© anton-luvr, 2023.

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[manifesting-minerva]

Ghosts and Banshees (Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader) - Part 2

Author's Note: Thank you for the love shown on the first imagine I posted. I appreciate the support therefore I decided to write a Part 2. Let me know what you think. Minerva 🐦‍⬛

Summary: The new recruits get to have a taste of Y/N and Ghost does as well. She might've left a bit of a bitter taste on one specific recruit but not on Simon's tongue.

Warnings: Language, slight degrading, threatening

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Y/N set down the boxes she brought with her from home filled with decorations. "This apartment needs a makeover." She talked to herself. With her music on, she started dusting and washing the place, occasionally flexing a move to the beat and singing along. Until she settled in, Price was generous to offer her a couple of days off to get to know their routine and to settle in her apartment comfortably. The living room was the first room that introduced the apartment, a couch and two armchairs adorned the area with a balcony to her left.

Walking right was a small kitchen with a dinner table and some chairs. The bedroom and bathroom were situated on either side of the corridor and a small office area where she could work on mission files. She couldn't complain as it was perfect for at least 2 people to live in.

Price was also generous to offer her her own office as a medic since she had the qualifications and nonetheless experience. Gaz, Soap and Ghost were decided to help her out with her luggage and boxes up to her apartment.

"Are ye plannin' on staying a decade?" Soap teased when he saw her unpack her clothes from the luggage and hang them into her wardrobe.

"With this occupation I don't think I'll make it that far." She giggled looking over to the boxes with labels on them. "Gaz, would you be so kind to take that box to the living room please? I don't know why I brought it in the bedroom to be honest." Gaz obliged and exited the room.

In the hassle of unpacking and cracking jokes, Ghost stayed silent until something caught his eye. From the corner of his eye, in the open luggage, he spotted something or more like some things that made his cock twitch. Underwear. Not just anyone's underwear. Lacey black and red underwater, thin strings (poor excuse for an underwear) that to his imagination could barely cover his palm. He swallowed hard as his eyes were glued to her lingerie. From thongs to g strings to lace underwear, Ghost felt his pants tighten and his face flush. Thank God for his balaclava.

"Ye alright Simon? Ye haven't said a word." Soap snapped him from his thoughts.

"Yeah I'm 'right." He said curtly.

"Ah, I didn't know your name was Simon!" Y/N exclaimed. Unbeknownst to her she took the exposed luggage that has Simon's undivided attention and pulled it towards the chest of drawers. "Is he any different from Ghost?" She teased as she folded her clothes in.

Ghost didn't even know how to answer her. Simon was a soft and a gentle man despite his past. Naturally, due to his line of work a tough shell is required and frankly he never sought to be in any relationships due to time (or the lack of it) and the dangers the job carries. He wouldn't fathom to put someone in danger or put them in a mentally challenging state especially if a mission goes south and he ends up on the other end of the gun. He wasn't selfish in that matter.

"Depends." He shrugged, praying she switches the topic. He never liked being the centre of attention although the mask he wore said otherwise. He looked over the apartment in general and took in the smell of fresh linen candles and talc, the blankets laid neatly on the couch and armchairs, the trolley full of books situated near one of the armchairs with fairy lights hanging around the living room.

It looked magical.

It looked like Y/N.

***

On Wednesday morning, Y/N woke bright and early for the new day. It was her first day training recruits. As soon as she opened the food she found Ghost in front of her closing his door as well.

"Ah, so we're neighbors as well." Y/N exclaimed, earning a scoff from Simon.

He hates me. She thought.

Why the fuck did I scoff? It was supposed to be a chuckle. He thought.

"I assume you're heading to the mess hall." Y/N said trying hey best to ignore the awkward moment.

"Yes we are." Gaz came up from behind them, putting his arms out until they tested on each of their shoulders. Together they walked together to the mess hall where they found Price and Soap already stuffing their faces in their breakfast.

"Good morning bonnie!" Soap smiled.

"Good morning lass." Price greeted her as she took a seat next to him, earning her a pat on her back. "Ready for the day? You've got your first class starting at 8am. You'll have Ghost with you just in case they cause you trouble." Ghost who was sitting opposite Y/N watching as she stuffed her face with food, nodding at Price.

She looks cute with her mouth stuffed. What the fuck Simon! Get it together! Simon mentally slapped himself. Lifting his mask above his lips, Y/N watched him sip his tea. His eyes never left her face as he swallowed.

***

While Ghost showed Y/N around, the recruits slowly filed in the training room, eyeing the sole woman amongst them. Some guffawed and some could barely walk from sleep.

"Good morning, I am Sergeant Y/N and I will be your instructor for the next couple of weeks. Lieutenant Ghost will be present today and will naturally be grading you according to your progress. Any questions?" Y/N scanned the boys in front of her.

"Actually I have one." A tall, lean boy walked towards her. "It's actually more of a concern really. How long do you intend on teaching us? Because frankly I don't want to fall back on our training due to...feminine distractions." His friends behind him chuckled and guffawed at his comment. Y/N looked behind her to find Ghost sitting on the box still, staring at Y/N waiting for her reply to the recruit. One could say that although Ghost had his poker face on, he wanted to punch the recruit in the throat for disrespecting her but he let her take the reins on this one.

Sucking her teeth and a breath in she stalked towards the boy, smirking. "What's your name recruit?"

"Thomas Boyd." He replied with a cocky grin on his face.

"Well, Thomas. If you get distracted easily, you shouldn't really be here... especially if you get distracted by a woman because I'm going to be here for a while." You retorted. Simon smiled under his balaclava, chuckling. Thomas, on the other hand, felt his cheeks grow red. Licking his lips, he brushed off the momentary embarrassment and quickly moved close in front of Y/N, face to face, looking down at her. Ghost immediately stood on his feet and flew behind Y/N. She was basically sandwiched between Ghost and Thomas. Feeling the presence behind her, she gently put a hand on Ghost's chest to tell him that she's fine without breaking eye contact with Thomas.

"If you think that a meek little girl like you can handle a group of men like us -" Thomas didn't get the chance to finish the sentence before Y/N actually pushed Ghost back, sending him stumbling, linked her right arm around Thomas's neck in a tight grip, pulled his body weight over her hips and slammed him to the floor. Two crossed knives were resting against Thomas's neck. Out of breath from the shock he felt the cold metal gently pressing against his carotid artery.

"This meek little girl could castrate you on the spot without you even noticing. So I suggest that you shut your mouth and run 20 laps. In fact, add another 5 to that until you learn your place with me. I am not here to be your friend. I am your superior and you will obey me whether you like it or not! If you don't I can show you or even better throw you out the door and trust me you won't find your way back here. So do not underestimate me. And since I'm suddenly feeling generous everyone will do the laps with you." Y/N spat, anger seething through her veins like venom. If looks could kill, Thomas would be a dead man. Her eyes were shooting daggers like icicles at him. Thomas tried to compose himself underneath her from the whiplash. His eyes traveled over to Ghost who was standing tall a few feet away from Y/N.

Lifting herself off Thomas, she looked at the rest of the class who were dumbfounded as she put her knives away. While Thomas laid on the floor in pure silence Ghost marched over to him grabbing him by the hem of his collar and pulling him to his feet with brute force. "You have a big fucking mouth for someone with such a small dick." Ghost whispered in his ear. "If I catch you opening your mouth to her unless it's an apology coming out, I will not only let her castrate you but I will rip you a new arsehole. Understood?" His grip tightened around his shirt. Thomas nodded frantically. Throwing him back on his friends, Ghost looked at the recruits in front of him.

"You heard her! 25 laps around the block! Go!" Ghost shouted. And they all scrambled together and started running for their lives. They had a new person to be scared of. Ghost walked back to Y/N who watched the initiates run.

"Are you okay?" He asked gently, looking over at her.

"Yeah," She replied. "Do you think I went overboard?" She asked him, looking up at the behemoth next to her. He chuckled.

"I told him I'd rip him a new one. So no, you didn't go overboard." He replied making her giggle softly. "You handled it well." He looked back down at her standing tall and confident next to him. The height difference would've made any girl envious.

"Come on, let's get some training in while they do their drills." Ghost lead Y/N to the mat a few feet away from them. As he watched dher hips slightly sway all Ghost could think about was that she was a little firecracker and that he was both a bit scared and turned on by it.

Focus Simon, for fuck's sake. Focus.