#buff city soap

[willowwispflame]

Ask game! 38 and 42??

38. a soap bar that smells good?

So there's this soap shop I went to that has a really wonderful smelling soap bar, I think they call it ora ora? It has sort of a vanilla-ish smell that's not very sweet or flowery or fruity. They don't have it in other places, since it's one of their "only this store has it" things.

I can't actually recommend the bars of soap they sell themselves because the one I got was filled with little pieces of plastic, like some mesh was torn up in it? I felt like a sea turtle. Little pieces of plastic are not a fun thing to find in your bar of soap, especially if you are using it on your bare skin. The chain was Buff City Soap, so don't get bars of soap there. It still smells good, so I just rub it on a wash cloth and use it like that.

42. an app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site?

Tumblr is the only social media app I use regularly, but Discord is my favorite messaging app and Flappy Dragon is currently my favorite mobile game app.

Flappy Dragon is in a state where you can literally play forever without having ads all over your screen, it's great! Most games like it will make you watch an ad after you play a round or have limited lives or whatever, but this game is different. The only ads you see are ones you choose to see.

It plays a bit like Flappy Bird, but it's an entirely different experience since you can fly the dragons in different ways and have objectives, like collecting every breed of dragon. I have one singular dragon breed left to get out of hundreds, and it's fun waiting for eggs to hatch and seeing if this one will be it. It's a bit like pokemon where you can get shiny versions of the dragons, too!

[jobkash]

Senior Staff Accountant

SUMMARY The Staff / Senior Accountant (depending on experience) will play a key role in the monthly accounting cycle, and assisting the Manager and VP Controller with special projects, as necessary, with an emphasis on improving team processes and procedures and efficient operational reporting.The Staff / Senior Accountant will lead the complete & accounting by creating, analyzing, and reporting…

[king-ludwig-ii]

why don’t you go to a local artisan and by a niche but carefully curated $9 bar of handmade soap and then maybe you’ll feel better

[n30nwrites]

Good Doggy (Shifter! TF141 x Male!Reader)

Chapter 1

Masterlist here

Warnings - Some awkwardness and staring

Updated; 3/5/2024 with more details

Beta Reader: @letmelickyoureyeballs whose saving my life right now.

You had to leave your job in the city for your own safety, to an abandoned house left by your aunt, who you were close to until she passed. It was a struggle to get there, most of your cousins wanted to burn it down, as did your father.

But in times like these, you needed it.

The car pulled up to the house, a Jeep that was filled to the brim with everything you could grab. Suitcases and trash bags filled with items. You didn't even have a bed, just some pillows and blankets. Maya would be by later and she would set up her own room. Thinking of her caused you to fiddle with the knife in your pocket, your thumb rubbing over the runes that were etched into the metal.

The house was nice. Large, you looked it up on Zillow because you could barely remember what it looked like. 4 beds, 3 baths, fully paid for.

And you would be alone in it. 

The car was parked so that your trunk was facing the garage, opening it with a click of a button and dragging everything out. Quickly, avoiding your neighbors’ stares as they walked out. One neighbor in particular who didn't seem to stop even when you stared back at him.

A mohawk, buff thighs and arms, and his mouth was slightly opened as he kept staring. You stared back, glaring at him as every time you turned back in the car he was there.

Until he turned into air. Just a second and he was replaced by someone else, someone who was taller than him and with a mask that had a skull on it.

You had a mask on as well, but yours was a plain black medical mask. And Mohawk was back next to him, and both just stared.

You didn't like the staring, you escaped that city for a reason.

So you finished shoving all your stuff in the garage and locked your car, staring at them until the garage closed, where you could finally take a breath, taking the mask off as you relaxed in your closed-off house, all the doors locked and the windows covered.

You went to your future bedroom, your aunt's items were gone. All the furniture was taken when she died. In your cousin's words "You got the house, not her stuff" and you were fine with that. No pictures, no couches nor shelves, just plain purple walls. All appliances were gone as well. No fridge or stove, it was dead.

And Your cousins just burned it all. It was such a waste.

You were fine with it, it was almost comforting. Her spirit wasn't around anymore. 

"I'm hungry..." you grumbled to yourself, grabbing your new phone and calling the closest pizza place.

"How is that even possible?" John Price was angry. He liked things to be planned to the very last detail. It kept him and his pack safe. Moving to this small town with a large forest was for safety, and now it could all be screwed up because of a new neighbor.

A new neighbor that was supposedly Soap's AND Ghost's mate.

Stupid fucking shifters.

He says that as if he isn't jealous. Part of moving here meant that they also had the ability to leave quickly if needed, and having an attachment like a mate, especially a human one, meant that Ghost and Soap wouldn't leave without you.

Whether they would force you or not would be your decision.

But it was all so stupid. Stupid enough that Price thought about killing you, for just a moment. And then he looked at Soap's lovestruck look and completely forgot that idea.

It was time for him to meet you. To actually see what the big deal was.

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick wanted Soap to shut up. Ghost knew when to be quiet, and Gaz could appreciate that. But if he had to be reminded of how lonely he was one more time he was going to snap.

Of course the second in command and the lieutenant found their mate. Of course it had to be a human.

And Gaz wanted to be happy for his friends, of course he did but god did he wish it was him instead. He had always been so lonesome and just focused on finding this one person, but since he's left to live a (relatively) normal life, he's had no hope. It's just been him and the pack, and while they were great people, he couldn’t see himself marrying them.

He almost cringes thinking about it.

But Gaz shuts up instead as Soap goes on about this person who moved in right across from them. About how amazing they looked and what Soap spotted in their suitcases. He seemed obsessive over every detail and Gaz wished it was him.

But he grins and laughs and tells Soap "I can't wait to meet him" because that's what good friends do.

NEXT

Alright so I know it's been a hot second, here me out. Things have gotten super stressful and I basically couldn't function for a few months but I'm gonna try to write some more so here's a new story I'm working on, IDK I like the idea of it and it's mainly for me more than anything so.

[toxicanonymity]

Prescott House Bed & Breakfast

IMGs: the Prescott house, gif of older Billy Loomis looking in the mirror with a bloody shirt, and sidney's open window at night

1.8k words, 40+ y/o!Billy Loomis x f!reader For more than 25 years, the old Prescott house was empty and rotting. The last thing the City of Woodsboro wanted was to sensationalize the original murders with a tourist attraction that could inspire copycats. The house changed owners a few times, but the city would never grant permits for renovation, until a charming older couple from out of town bought it with plans to open a bed & breakfast. WARNINGS: I8+ Billy is buff, has scruff, and has (somehow) aged like fine wine...despite supposedly having died. P in V, creampie, light manhandling/restraint, hybristophilia (craving that criminal cock), mild degradation/teasing, pet names, somnophilia adjacent, blood.

The weather was mild when you showed up just before dusk. Pumpkins dotted the street, sitting on nearly every doorstep. In a few weeks, most of them would be jack-o'-lanterns. A light breeze made the leaves dance across the yard as you walked up the path alone.  A grandmotherly woman answered the door, with a man of the same age right behind her ready to take your bag.

She offered you tea and snacks, and you chatted for a bit, then she showed you to your room. She never mentioned the Prescotts.

When she gestured to Sidney’s bedroom door, your heart skipped a beat. You had hoped, but didn’t want to ask for it over the phone. You entered the room, and she turned on the light. 

Your hostess must have seen it in your face. 

“Oh, is this okay?” she asked, concerned. 

“Yes,” you nodded. “Yes, it’s perfect.” 

-

As soon as you were alone, you turned off the lights, shut the door, took off your shoes, and laid down on the bed, on top of the covers. You thought about how Sidney lived there. Billy visited there. It was exhilarating just being between those walls. 

When you went to shower, your heart raced as you checked behind the curtain. As usual, there was nothing. Nothing but energy. You brushed off your nerves as excitement, but there was a physical element you didn’t expect. The air felt heavy. Not stale, but thick, as if you were pushing through an invisible field as you moved. 

In the shower, that feeling was overtaken by a buzz in your body. It felt you were vibrating with life. You used a shower cap, and the soap smelled like honey-almond. You thought about Billy, and warmth rushed to your loins. You’d thought about him so many times. You imagined him retreating to this very bathroom with blue balls and frantically jerking off. You imagined him looking in the mirror as he did it. You pictured the dark look on his face with all his terrible thoughts and urges simmering in the back of his mind as he stroked his cock. You thought about him coming into the toilet bowl, which made your chest erupt in goosebumps. You turned off the water and squeezed your thighs together as you let the water roll off you. 

After taking off the shower cap and air drying for a minute, you toweled off, applied lotion, and put on a robe to go back to your room.  

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In your bedroom, you turned on a bedside lamp. You put on your white floral nightgown and frilly white socks. You slowly went around the room looking at everything. You weren’t sure anything was original, but the pastel floral bedspread had a nineties vibe. You looked in a mirror on the wall and felt like you were looking at someone else. Your fingers came to your face, and your cheek was hot to the touch. Your arms were, too, and your chest. The air was thick again, and it felt like you were moving in slow motion. You went to the window and pulled back the lace, cream curtains to have a look outside. It was hard to see with the glare, so you slid the bottom window pane up, then locked it in place. The breeze that swept in felt like heaven. There wasn’t much to see. You closed the curtains but left the window open. 

You turned off the lamp as you got in bed. As you laid there in the slight moonlight, your body was throbbing with energy, but you were sleepy from your travels. The faint chirping of crickets lulled you to sleep without much difficulty.

-

A chill fell over the room in the middle of the night, stirring you half-awake.  You felt exposed, but couldn’t reach the covers to pull them back up. Then you felt a weight descend on your hips. You opened your eyes to the looming silhouette of a man straddling you. Your heart jumped and you drew in a mouthful of air to scream, only for a large, cool hand to clamp down over your mouth. The man lowered his torso over yours and brought his mouth to your ear to warn, “Be quiet for me, babe.” 

You struggled and whined into his palm. He brought his other forearm to your chest to hold you down roughly. “ Quiet ,” he demanded through gritted teeth. You nodded in compliance. 

As your eyes adjusted, more details came into focus. His hair was messy and he had scruff. His shoulders were built. His biceps swelled out from his short sleeves. There was some dark, abstract design all over the front of his white t-shirt, which stretched over his strong pecs and the hint of a soft belly. He was in boxers. He was probably in his 40s. 

He kneed your bare legs apart and you felt the cool air on your bare cunt as your eyes filled with tears. He smiled with one side of his mouth and it hit you like a freight train – Billy Loomis. He was too old, too built to be Billy, but his smile, and the glint in his eyes left no doubt in your mind. Your eyes widened, and your face softened. He braced his hands on either side of you and laid his hips into yours. What you felt against your front was warm, hard, and massive. You moaned into his hand, and a look of satisfaction spread across his face. 

“Gonna be quiet for me?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. 

You were already dripping wet. You nodded. 

“Good.” He slowly pulled his hand away from your mouth. 

“Billy?” you whispered. Then he whispered your name back with a slow thrust against you that made you close your eyes and bite your lip in pleasure. 

His pelvis lifted away, and through the cotton of his boxers, you could feel his heavy balls graze your leg as he moved to straddle a thigh. He was making room to wedge a hand between your legs. “ Mmm ,” he growled at first contact. He slowly rubbed you with three flattened fingers, just enough to gather your arousal and bring it to his lips. Your face heated up at the sight of blood on his fingers. He sucked his index finger and inhaled sharply through his nose. Then he sucked his other fingers clean and got back between your legs. He casually pulled his boxers down below his balls and ass, and his stiff cock bobbed heavily, hypnotizing you before he held his shaft in his hand with his thumb at the tip. 

“You're one of those sickos ,” he taunted. “ into psychos like me .” He shook his head in mock disapproval. You didn't bother denying it. “That's okay, baby .”

He scrunched up your nightgown, hiked up your thigh, then lined himself up at your wet little hole. As soon as the tip hit your wetness, your walls were clenching, begging for it. 

Holding your thigh and bracing a hand by your hip, he plunged his length into you, and his lips drew together with effort as his girth divided your insides. With a punch of his hips, he bottomed out and audibly released his breath. The stretch burned, but quickly faded. He paused and stared down at you, his chest and stomach expanding in rhythm with heavy breaths. 

He released your thigh and you  wrapped your legs around him. He withdrew a few inches, then shoved in again. He lowered himself so his tummy touched your middle as he began to pound you. He grunted and sighed quietly and and an orgasm brewed in your lower belly. 

After a minute, he lowered more of his weight onto you, planting his forearms on your pillow on either side of your head. A salty drop of sweat fell in your mouth. His shirt was wet, and it seeped through to your gown. Your nipples sharpened under the damp fabric.  He was giving it to you hard, and picking up the pace. The bed shook as he buried his length in you. He was bigger than you imagined. His whole body - bigger than any pictures you'd ever seen. Solid and strong. He felt realer than anyone you’d ever been with or even kissed. 

Without easing up the power of his thrusts, he slowed down a bit and widened the stance of his arms to lower his forehead to the pillow. His scruff brushed your cheek. He stroked your other cheek with his thumb. After a few seconds, you moaned and he raised his head to meet your eyes.  “Yeah,” he breathed, “I know what you want, baby.”

His cum, you wanted his cum.

You moaned as he hit the right spot and your lower torso tensed with the pressure of your building climax. He covered your mouth again, and his palm was warmer by then. You lowered your left left foot and watched his pale ass flex above the waistband of his boxers as he fucked you. 

“Yeah,” he breathed, and that sent you over the edge. The pressure burst, and pleasure flooded your system with each wave of your peak. You whimpered into his hand. 

“Fuck ,” he panted, fucking you through it as you clenched around him. He plunged to the hilt and erupted with a sigh. His moan was quiet but deep and drawn out, painting your insides with warm bursts. He backed up, then bottomed out again. And as you finished milking his cock, he brought his lips to yours. His lips felt full and soft. The kiss was smooth but aggressive, his tongue breaching your lips right away. He moaned into your mouth, releasing the last of his load. When he was empty, he broke the kiss with a sigh, then pulled out. 

You tingled head to toe as your body brought itself back together again. He gently gripped your jaw and read your eyes. “Later, babe ” He gave you another kiss, closed mouth, before sitting back and pulling on his boxers. You laid in stunned silence as he exited through the window. You dipped a finger between your legs to check for your period, but you didn't find anything but cum. 

You put on a robe and used your phone's flashlight to get to the bathroom, your body still buzzing everywhere.  You looked in the mirror and almost dropped your phone when you saw your nightgown was smeared with dark blood.

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Thank you for reading! I have certain fantasies, and this one really wanted my attention. I used to have sleep paralysis.

[141wh0re]

(I do not own these photos. They all come from Pinterest.)

John Price & His History-buff Girlfriend

John who absolutely adores you, his bright little history-buff girlfriend.

John who always makes sure to buy a local history book of the places he's visited.

John who adores the way you geek out about the places you dream of seeing.

John who adores the way you light up upon seeing the pictures he takes (when warranted) when near historical areas.

John who decides you deserve to see the world you read so much about.

John who surprises you with a romantic expedition across Eastern Europe, so you can finally explore the top 5 places you've dreamed of seeing.

And requests for the boys to travel (discreetly) with you both, so his attention can solely be focused on you and not just your safety.

John who is normally a very frugal man, but will drop a pretty penny to allow you to immerse yourself in the full history rich experience.

John who hires a photographer to capture the precious moments of your time exploring ancient cities together.

John who finally gathers the courage to get down on one knee on your last night of the expedition, and asks you to marry him.

Bonus: Soap & Gaz tear up, watching it happen on a park bench in the distance, and Ghost smacks them on the back of the head, reminding them to keep watch.

[eliecasa]

summary: reader see’s a man spank a box on tiktok & it awakens a monster

warnings: minors i know I said I wouldn’t but we all lie as humans. this is one of those times where you mustn’t interact, plss ( contains these mentions: asphyxiation, verbal, and spanking kinks ) the reader is mentioned to have a vagina.

wrdcnt: 2K

inspo

A small huff of frustration pushed from your nostrils as you’re once again opening your eyes to stare out into the rainy darkness of the night. The sight is usually lovely and heart-warming as it was Simon’s wish to live somewhere with nature all the while staying a generous 20 minutes away from the city. It’s quiet here but there’s a memory that echoes loud and vibrantly in the back of your mind.

Simon sat still, sleeping as quiet as a mouse as you squeezed your eyes shut and subtly rubbed your thighs together. If you’d never downloaded tiktok, you’ll probably be sound asleep and dreaming of a dog handing you something as strange as a sweater with your own face sewn into it. Soap suggested that it be a good idea to keep a good balance of humor and seriousness since Simon would be left alone to tease you without anyone else jumping in to defend you, and the only way to do that was to give in and download the god-forsaken TikTok app.

Oh how you wish you’d never listened to him.

The first thing you’re greeted with is a video of a buff man underhand smacking a box to fit evenly with the others atop and below it. It came immensely loud from your headphones and caused a barely-audible yelp to part your lips. Your first thought was to get out of there so, you did… by scrolling one video down as Simon came over from the kitchen and asked what was wrong. And of course, having lacked a good answer, you merely waved him off and cleared your throat, saying that your headphones were accidentally turned to maximum volume.

He squinted those dark and suspicious eyes before humming and going back to make dinner- which was the deal for an old bet that he lost. Anyway, you’re instantly back on the video and fluttering with little butterflies of heat and embarrassment… that was until you opened the comments and saw that everyone else was thinking the same. Even married people were saying things such as “I try to get my husband to do this but he doesn’t know manual labor too well” which tickled you a little bit.

Though you were laughing at the time, you found yourself staring at Simon’s hands a bit longer than usual as the two of you ate dinner together. Don’t be mistaken, Simon had done nearly everything you desired with those strong pair of hands but still, that new seed planted in your head was quickly taking over and growing vines up and down the walls of your busy mind.

“What’s on your mind?” He said after watching you daydream for five minutes. It almost seems deliberate as he moved to hide his hands underneath the table. Classic Mr. RIley.

“...Nothin’,” you shrugged, connecting your gaze before promptly taking a good chunk of spanish rice.

Simon paused and did that empty stare where he kinda just assessed you before going back to whatever business he was originally doing. The judgemental gaze causes the slightest of shame to boil your skin as you roll your eyes. He’s your husband and has seen and touched every nook and cranny of your body and for some reason, you don’t want to tell him what’s bothering you.

Fast forward back into the present. The fluffy white comforter seems to get unbearably hot just as the heat radiating from Simon does. Sex and experiment is no taboo between the two of you and your coyness was just overall pitiful, however, that small little angel in your head keeps saying “Well, you have to really ask yourself if he’s the type to wound his loving spouse” while the devil said “Tell him to throw you over his lap and spank you like that goddamn cardboard!”

Again, you rub your thighs together. Maybe your mind was turning into one of those awful hormone monsters from a show that shall not be named. A small sound of anger escaped your mouth as you try to clear your mind, knowing that Simon would get woken–

“Having a strop, are ya’?” His heavy voice felt heavy and trapping as you knew that this was the most reasonable time to just get it over with.

Almost too quickly, you flip in his arms and lock eyes with him. Well, he was still waking up but your patience led you to gently pinch various areas of his face before he’s basically stretching his neck to be freed.

“Fuckin’ stop will ya?”

“Why haven’t you ever gotten rough with me?”

In the moonlight that shows through your windows, you can see the way that Simon’s face bunches into one handsome twist of confusion and tiredness. His eyes slowly open to look at the ceiling before he turns his head and stares dead into your eyes.

“What do you mean?”

Your right hand moved back a couple of inches and came back to gently slap him as his face remained cradled in your hands. A small chuckle escapes him before he pinches your thigh.

“Why’re you kicking my ass instead of explaining–”

“I obviously mean- like during sex,” you spoke with the tiniest amount of annoyance in your voice as the sexual frustration was beginning to plague.

The hand on your thigh rested as his face relaxed.

“I do… it was your idea to get into the choking thing-”

“No! I mean- yes that but why don’t you ever hit me?”

He seems to relax into the pillows a bit more as his eyes darted back to the white and plain ceiling. Simon was taking a moment to actually think if he’s never done such since it seems like a problem that could have been bothering you for who knows how long. Maybe you were doing that classic tactic of trying to alter his memory for your own benefit. There’s been multiple times where you’d lay on top of him and ask when was the last time he’d give you proper praise despite him clearly remembering it happening two days ago. He tilts his head, thinking of the past five months. The two of you had gotten into a couple new positions, areas to have sex, as well as experimenting with verbal kinks. Not to mention that asphyxiation kink that appeared to stay and make an appearance during each session.

“Simon!”

“I know, I know… just making sure you aren’t lying,” he said, casually sitting up to turn on the blinding light next to the bed. You try not to grab him as he moves from over you to settle back and rub his eyes.

“What needs to be done to get you sound, eh?”

A lightning bolt strikes as you pretend to think as if Apollo was saying “Don’t you dare waste that man's time, Y/N.”

So, instead of pissing anyone off, you decide you sit on your knees and face Simon with your chin up and your shirt covering your sweaty palms that were hidden underneath the oversized fabric. You’re ex-military and you’re especially all but a coward. Simon Riley will not stop you from reaching your dreams.

“I want you to start…” your lips twist in the slightest as you try to find the right words just to settle on “spanking me…”

He tries not to seem surprised but the smallest raise of his eyebrows gave it all away.

“Today,” you finish, almost coming off stern and unmovable.

Many would disagree with this but you could say that Simon had very telling eyes and right now, he was not only questioning just how freaky you were as well as how much of a possible masochist you were underneath that loving and soothing base of your personality. The asphyxiation thing was brought up during sex so he couldn’t really so no to you in the heat of the moment but now you’ve caught him fresh out of an innocent sleep.

“Are you… sure?--”

“Simon,” you dare, looking away for a second before shaking your head at his timidness.

He wasn’t following the script; you’d admit that you wanted to be spanked and he would pat his lap and get to work. That’s how it was supposed to go! However, Simon wanted to play the long game and see how long he could drag this until the sun began to rise.

“Why didn’t you say this instead of staring at my hands the entire meal?”

“Who the hell would just come out and say ‘Hey, mind hitting my ass when we fuck’?”

A small smile spreads his pink lips as his shoulders momentarily hunch.

“You’re not shy any other time.”

For the 800th time, your pupils roll to the back of your head. As you’re shaking your disappointed little head, you pause to see that the storm seems to calm down a bit, instead turning into a windless pour that wouldn’t wake anyone if they were sleeping. The silence left you no choice as Simon indeed began to follow the script written in your head.

“Guess we’d better get to trying before you’re all snappy then,” his heavy mancunian accent coming loudly as he stood up and stretched.

The movement caught your attention and glued it onto his strong thighs. Simon was a brief type of guy— which was honestly a bit surprising when you first discovered it. The soft fabric remained comfortably on his strong thighs that would soon have you stretched across them.

There’s a couple of heavy steps across the bedroom floor before he settled on the front of the bed and in front of the black screen of the television.

“Are you serious?” you purse your lips, crawling towards him as he looks at you from over his shoulder.

Instead of being verbal, he jerks his head to coax you over as a barely-noticeable smile squints his eyes.

And be damned; you were over there in no time. But instead of instantly giving you what you wanted, Simon couldn’t help but tease you a while longer. Only now do you wish he was a quick mover that despised roleplay. Your hips jump a little as two of his slightly-calloused fingers slid down the smooth and silk skin and dew of your cunt.

“Why the long face, doll?” He laughed, taking a glance at the way your lips and eyes were tightly closed shut.

“Do your thing, Simon,” you spoke quickly to muffle a sound of pleasure by covering your mouth and turning away from his eyes-view.

“I just wanted to feel you a little bit, no harm done,” he gently slapped your soppy cunt before lifting your shirt to bunch around the waist. Tonight, you were just wearing a normal pair of lace panties without the partner of a bra. Bras are vibe killers and the world could do without. Plus– it gives your lover easier access to rest or warm his hands when he’s bored.

Anticipation made the fabric become nearly insufferable as the room seemed to double in heat.

“Keep these on?”

You thought, looking at the shiny oak of your bedroom floor before giving him a muffled response.

“I don’t mind them staying on.”

As so, his ring finger released your panty and turned into a palm that smooths over the entirety of your plump ass. The feeling of Simon’s hands on your bum had often aroused you more than it probably should have. He’s never spanked you but he's grabbed it and caressed it as often as you allowed. The way he’d squeeze long enough to make it hurt had always brought out the bedroom hormones even though sometimes he would do it somewhere other than the comfort of your home. anything that made you feel like his was enough to keep it wet for hours.

“What are you waiting fo-AH!” you nearly turn into a flailing mess before your hands quickly resettled onto Simon’s strong thigh which was trembling with amusement.

For someone who was wary of hitting you, he’d come down really heavy handed. You’re a first-timer, it wouldn’t have killed him to at least warn you. However, the hot and stinging feeling is an arousal-multiplying sensation that has your mouth feeling a little numb and your adrenaline flowing.

Your eyes nearly comically blow wide as the two of you make eye-contact, Simon’s face being one of subdued delight as you gently pant out.

“Do. That. Again.”

[blingblong55]

New Year's Day -Simon "Ghost" Riley

Photo credit: @ave661

Inspired by this post

---- F!Reader, fluff, established!relationship ----

The morning after, glitter scatters the floor of the cosy flat you and your boyfriend lived in. Your friends all running to the lobby to catch the midday cabs. Simon picks up empty bottles around the home, you clean and sweep the floor, and he looks over at you. A smile on him as he notices one thing. It's been a while since he felt this comfortable, it's been so long since he felt like all was well. 

The conversations, the laughter and how you and he shared an intimate moment in a crowded room. At that table last night, you and him sat down with your group of friends. It was the 31st of December when at the other end of the table, your friends caught the beautiful moment. The lights are warm and dimmed, he and you laugh, leaning on each other as smiles adorn both of your faces. That look in his eyes, one many would die for, the way he holds your hand or how his hand is placed on your back. What a beautiful moment, how amongst so many people, two lovers laugh, staring at each other with nothing but love. That softened gaze, oh how dare the poets die before witnessing this. The background is a window, snow falling as he leans closer. 

His warm hand cupping your soft face, "I love you," he whispers and your eyes soften more. Those teary eyes of yours captured what your friends felt. "She's in love...true love," one mentions. It was true, from past lovers to him, oh how the times have changed. A wine bottle is the one to help those cold eyes of his confess what his heart won't say. 

All that night, Polaroids were taken and in most of those, he was with you. His last beating drum. Simon picks up the scattered polaroids, one by one and as he does so, he finds one. Sweet beautiful moment, there you stood, holding him close as you kissed him, fireworks and people in the background. A smile as those precious lips of yours met his. "Si?" your voice breaking his trance. "Yes, lovie?" It was strange, he was never one for love and here he was, thanking all and anything that had led him to love you. 

"I'm making breakfast, I just want to know if you want me to add extra butter to yours?" Why do you have to know him so well? How can a man like him deserve to be known this way? "Yes, love, I would, thank you," his voice soft. You nod and walk to the kitchen. He looks out the window, the same windowsill in which he smoked a cigarette as you sat on his lap, overlooking the city. "But I can't help, falling in love with you.." you hum and he does too.

As he looks down, he sees your notebook. "What is that, lovie?" he says, wrapping his arms around you from behind. "It's me writing to my future kids, you know just in case they feel like they don't know their mum well and... I want them to know about this day." Simon's heart melted. A future? With you? Damn it, why does he feel this way? why must he flush when you mention it and why does he want it now? A buff dad, walking down the street, his wife by his hand and his baby girl being carried by her dad. What a sight to live. 

--

"Where do you live?" he asks you as a taxi drives you both back to your place. "I rent a place by Ninth Street," you mention casually. 

Now, he watches as the same street is covered in snow, leaves, rain or sun. "Where do you live, mate?" Soap would ask. "I rent a place in Ninth Street with my girl," he mentions casually. 

--

"Why do you even love me!? Why stay with a man like me" He asks between cries and confusion. "Because I love you! I love that I feel safe, that I know if the world out there was ending, I'd come to you and all would be fine." You try and make him reason. "I'm staying, even if you are lost at sea or on land, even if I'm too scared to move or if you keep pushing me away," you cup his face in your hands, caressing his scarred skin. "I want your mornings, evenings and midnights," you whisper, leaving kisses all over his face. 

With every stroke of the pen in which you write to your future kids, you hold onto those memories between two lovers. You hold the good, the bad and all that comes in between. 

Stupid. Stupid. oh fucking stupid argument you just had with him. Over what? An insecurity that was buried within you about his love. He was a good man, honest, loyal, understanding, funny, strong, romantic, soft and protective. The question was, why was he yours? Why do you get to love him and why does he get to love you? "I'm not pretty enough! You are this amazing man, so attractive and I don't fit in!" you cry and he shakes his head. "What is the real reason you feel this way?" Once more, he was soft, why did he do this? Why must he not yell but talk, whisper and listen? "I'm scared one day you'll stop loving me...Simon, you are my one good thing and I'm scared...okay?" Your voice cracking and he chuckles. So cruel and why? "My love, oh aren't you funny-"

"I'm being serious-"

"No, you are being hilarious. You see, to me, you are it. You are the peak of my existence and there will be no other. That's it."

"Simon?"

"Yes, lovie?"

"Please don't leave. I hate the thought of you becoming a stranger. T-the idea that one day if you leave, I'll only know you as a stranger whose laugh I can recognise" 

He shakes his head, wrapping you in a bear hug. "The only time I'll be a stranger is to all those girls who think my girl can't fight. And you, my love, oh you have nothing to worry about, I'm yours...forevermore," he whispers the last part.

He walks over to you, setting the table and smiling. He walks behind you, wrapping his warm arms around you. He inhales your scent, "I love you," he whispers. "Forevermore," you respond and he smiles. A long breakfast of shared gratefulness when now, he finds himself cleaning bottles with you on New Year's Day. 

To others, they know well that in some Spring, Simon Joseph Riley will become a husband and you, you will become a wife. The same beautiful bride who walks to him as he wipes tears away will be the same girl who squeezes his hand three times in the back of a taxi. He knows well that he will, in some future, be the same man who now kisses the back of your neck, and holds your hand as you give birth to his first child. New Year's Day, what a funny thing to tell your kids when they ask when the exact day was when their father proposed. 

A/N: I love him, I love him, I love him, I LOVE HIM

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Listen To A Radio Show

Gather around the radio and listen for a while!

This mod adds a new pie menu, Listen to a Radio Show, to all regular stereos, which will give your sim the option to listen to a variety of different kinds of shows, mainly aimed at the first half of the 1900s up into the 1960s, inspired by things that they would have been able to listen to. Despite TV taking off in the 1950s, radio shows seem to have remained popular for a while after that.

There's also a new social interaction to go with one of the shows, and a new piece of deco cc to go with another.

The pie menu should show up on most things in the audio category of buy mode. It won't appear on the music box from Life and Death, Lin-Z, DJ booths, or karaoke machines. It should show up on cc stereos too, for maximum historical usefulness.

While your sims are listening to their show, they are strongly encouraged to sit (on furniture, not the floor) and listen. They may decide not to, especially if there's not enough room or seating. They might decide to dance, or chat, or put away a book. They will stay within three tiles of the radio, in the same room. They should not cancel the show autonomously unless their needs drop too low, the radio breaks, or they get interrupted by something with even higher priority (including, unfortunately, a pop up to ask if they want a new preference).

Most of the shows are two hours long. Some are available for toddlers, some only for child and older sims. Some are basegame, some require City Living (the talking ones), and Country requires Horse Ranch.

Most of the time, sims will get a buff while listening (kids don't get a buff for listening to soap operas. Some of these vary by age and/or traits. Then, once the show is over, most of the time, sims will get one of a variety of buffs from what they watched. If a group of sims watch, they probably won't get matching buffs (I'm thinking of it as they reacted to different parts. One show would generally have been shorter than they'll be watching here. For example, soap operas may have been 10-15 minutes long.). The buffs may be a reaction to a specific show, or they might be a bit generic. If they reference a specific show, it's a real show that existed. If it references a real person, I mostly substituted a sim (not necessarily from TS4), except for one singer.

At any time while the show is on, you can change the station, and sims listening will continue to act as if their show is on. You can even turn it off. If your sim or you hate the station I picked, you can switch it. If you want your News to sound like Latin Pop, well, they had studio musicians. But if your sim has a trait that makes them lose fun from listening to the show, that will continue.

Details below:

Listen to a Children's Broadcast -- with bonus CC

Station: Kids Radio

Length: 1 hour

Ages: Toddler to elder

Fun: For toddlers, children, Childish and Family-Oriented sims, and sims who like Kids Music

Fun loss: For sims who Hate Children, and sims who dislike Kids Music

Skill gain: Creativity, Imagination

Currently Listening buffs: One for sims who Hate Children or dislike Kids Music, and one for everyone else

Follow-up Buffs: 6 for Child and Childish sims, 2 for sims that Hate Children or dislike Kids Music, 4 for teen-elder sims who don’t hate children or dislike Kids Music, and 12 for toddlers

Bonus: A Badge to Make You Brave, a deco toy shield that a child/childish sim can get a buff to send in box tops for.Can be purchased in buy mode, under kids deco or clutter.Can be purchased on the phone, under gifts (only two swatches, because there are too many. The swatch can be changed after buying). Will appear in the inventory of the sim who bought it.Can be put into a sim’s inventory, so your sim can take it everywhere with them.Goes in small deco slots.Will not make anyone brave.12 swatches.148 polys

Listen to a Classical Music Show

Station: Classical

Length: 2 hours

Ages: Toddler to elder

Fun: For sims who don’t dislike Classical Music

Fun loss: For sims who dislike Classical Music

Skill gain: Creativity, Imagination

Currently Listening buffs: One for sims who dislike classical music, one for toddlers, and one for everyone else

Follow-up Buffs: 3 for sims who dislike classical music, 7 for toddlers, and 10 for everyone else

Listen to a Comedy Show

Station: Talk Radio

Length: 2 hours

Ages: Toddler to elder

Fun: For sims who don’t dislike jokes, comedy, silly behaviour, or funny sims

Fun loss: For sims who dislike jokes, comedy, silly behaviour, or funny sims

Skill gain: Creativity, Imagination, Comedy

Currently Listening buffs: One for sims who dislike jokes, comedy, silly behaviour, or funny sims, one for toddlers, and one for everyone else

Follow-up Buffs: 3 for sims who dislike jokes, comedy, silly behaviour, or funny sims, 4 for toddlers, and 8 for everyone else

Listen to a Country Music Show

Pack: Horse Ranch

Station: Ranch

Length: 2 hours

Ages: Toddler to elder

Fun: For sims who don’t dislike ranch music

Fun loss: For sims who dislike ranch music

Skill gain: Creativity, Imagination

Currently Listening buffs: One for sims who dislike ranch music, one for toddlers, and one for everyone else

Follow-up Buffs: 2 for sims who dislike ranch music, 8 for toddlers, and 11 for everyone else

Listen to a Radio Play

Station: Talk Radio

Length: 2 hours

Ages: Child to elder

Fun: Yes

Fun loss: No

Skill gain: No

Currently Listening buffs: Yes

Follow-up Buffs: 13

Listen to a Soap Opera

Station: Talk Radio

Length: 1 hour

Ages: Child to elder

Fun: Yes, with extra for sims with these traits: Love Bug, Romantic, Family Oriented, Nosy, Family Sim, Home Turf, or the Clingy childhood phase

Fun loss: No

Skill gain: No

Currently Listening buffs: For teen to elder sims

Follow-up Buffs: 5

Listen to a Winter Holiday Broadcast

Station: Winter Holiday

Length: 2 hours

Ages: Toddler to elder

Fun: For sims who don’t dislike Winter Holiday music and don’t have the Grouch trait

Fun loss: For sims who dislike Winter Holiday music or have the Grouch trait

Skill gain: Creativity, Imagination

Currently Listening buffs: One for sims who dislike Winter Holiday music or have the Grouch trait, one for toddlers, and one for everyone else

Follow-up Buffs: 2 for sims who dislike Winter Holiday music or have the Grouch trait, 8 for toddlers, and 8 for everyone else

Extra: If you have Seasons, only available in Winter

(There were two, but they're very similar, and I didn't notice until now.)

Listen to The Farm Radio Forum -- with bonus interaction

The National Farm Radio Forum was a Canadian adult education program after the Great Depression. Local groups would register, and then they would be sent reading material to review before the weekly broadcast, with questions included to discuss. They would then return their answers to the provincial office, which would sometimes forward summaries to the government.

Station: Talk Radio

Length: 2 hours

Ages: Child to elder

Fun: Yes

Fun loss: No

Skill gain: Mental, Herbalism, Gardening, Logic, with extra for sims with these traits: Genius, Loves Outdoors, Rancher, Animal Enthusiast, Super Green Thumb

Currently Listening buffs: Yes

Follow-up Buffs: 5

Extras:

Sims will take notes during the show

New social interaction: Discuss The Farm Radio Forum, under Deep Thoughts in the Friendly category

Child to elder

Always available, but only autonomous if you have any one of four of the follow-up buffs from the show (the other is a generic one used in multiple places) or the currently listening buff, and only for young adult to elder sims

Encouraged or discouraged for sims with certain traits and relationships, but must have met the sim

Can succeed or fail, with 4 succeed and 3 fail buffs, which apply to both the sim initiating the interaction and the sim they’re talking to. They may not match (you can have different perspectives on the same conversation, after all), but both sims should get a buff

Listen to The News

Station: Talk Radio

Length: 1 hour

Ages: Child to elder

Fun: No

Fun loss: No

Skill gain: Mental, Logic

Currently Listening buffs: Yes

Follow-up Buffs: 9 possible buffs (75% chance a teen to elder sim will get one, with increased chance for an adult or elder sim, not available for sims who have the traits Childish, Irresponsible, or Uncontrolled Emotions) OR 6 possible buffs (75% chance a sim who has the traits Childish, Irresponsible, or Uncontrolled Emotions will get one), PLUS 4 possible buffs (50% chance a teen to elder sim will get one).

A sim might get one, both, or neither.

Listen to the Sports Play-By-Play

Station: Talk Radio

Length: 1.5 to 2 hours

Ages: Child to elder

Fun: Yes

Fun loss: No

Skill gain: Motor and Fitness unless the sim is Lazy, with extra for sims with the Active, Bro, Physically Gifted, or Gym Rat traits

Currently Listening buffs: One for sims who don’t dislike Fitness, and one for sims who do dislike fitness

Follow-up Buffs: 6 for sims who don’t dislike fitness, 1 for sims who dislike fitness

I'm going to say this requires City Living. Technically, I think you could use it with just base game, but you'll be missing some text and some images will be llamas. You can try to use it without City Living if you want, but I won't be providing support for that. You'll have 3 of the 10 shows available, and you'll have an overall poor experience. The Country show requires Horse Ranch, but that shouldn't affect the rest of the mod.

Requires Lot 51's Core Library

Download: https://simfileshare.net/download/5216335/

Updates:

Jan 20, 2025: PlumbBuddy manifest updated

Translations:

Spanish by magalyrc: https://www.patreon.com/posts/120287279

Russian by nikinerido: https://boosty.to/nikinerido/posts/3ed7618b-0afc-4ff5-b66c-4f70b8518838

Known issues:

If a sim gets interrupted on their way to the stereo, they'll (probably) still listen to the show, but they may not get the buff for it. This is most likely to happen if there's little room. If they don't get the currently listening buff, they might not get the follow-up buff either. If you want them to get the currently listening buff, you can cancel the interaction and tell them to listen again.

This was inspired by my Horse Ranch radio as BG TV. The problem with that one is that it's tied to one specific radio. The idea was to inject TV interactions into stereos, but video is not compatible with audio devices. This is not a replacement for the TV, since it does very different things, and won't count for a bar's requirements or for holidays that require TVs. It's more of a companion.

Thanks to Kuttoe for the original idea, which then spiraled out of control, and to the kind people in Creator Musings for helping when I forgot how to mod.

[blu3-ja3]

So sick me can't write, I'm extremely dyslexic and I can't proof read my stuff with sick brain BUT I can draw! So I drew Maevis a ref sheet!

I used my wife as a reference for the body cause she was the inspiration of big buff women... Plus I got to go to the gym and watch her weight lift.

Rough lay out of O'Connor's sleeve. The hare is the piece MacTavish drew.

All of O'Connor's Scars

1) Small scar above left eye and bullet entry scar from one of the shadow company the night Graves betrayed them at Las Almas. O'Connor stole a dirt bike and drove like a bat out of hell, through the city and to the safe house. The first bullet grazed her, lucky missing her head, as she'd turn to Soap who'd just been shot. The second bullet hit her and was removed by Rudy and while they did that Soap and Ghost arrived.

2) Her largest scar, the burn scar.

3)Two bullet scars from being shot, she took two bullets for Lieutenant Price when she was a young sergeant. Earned an earful from Price once she'd recovered.

4) All the newest scars from her time being tortured by Demetrius. All of them are from knife cuts.

5) Shoulder and mid back. Both bullets went clean through her. She was a wee baby private when her squad was ambushed and she got shot twice. She doesn't remember much from the incident but she has the scars to prove it happened. The one depicted on her sternum is the exit wound from the shot to her back.

6) She got shot while helping Price, Gaz, Alex and Farah blow up the chemical production plant. She had to have some major surgery because the bullet shattered and most of the bullet existed but not all of it.

7) A scar she got after Oliver in a drunken rage threw a glass at her that shattered. When Price saw the fresh stitches he was not happy to say the least, and even more so when O'Connor didn't leave him then and there.

8) Cut herself while maneuvering through a broken window. She didn't notice until in the heli with Gaz who pointed it out to her.

9) Minor burns on her foot, she misstepping and planted her entire foot into a pit of coals and burned herself, she was a teen when it happened.

10) Cuts from random things like a bullet grazing her. She doesn't remember how she got them but she's always scared easily.

11) Multiple tiny cuts from when she was a sergeant under Price and freshly learning how to use her butterfly knife.

12) A lovely stitch scar from her time as a Lieutenant, she slipped down a cliff side and had to get close to 25 stitches.

13) Slight scarring from when she was a kid, she doesn't remember how she got the scar. She thinks it's from when she fell from a tree but she can't be sure.

14) Piece of metal shrapnel got lodged in her leg. Had to limp her way back to a safe house after a solo mission went south.

15) Her C section scar from when she had Will.

COD Master List

[deepdeanvsweston]

Amina El Maghrabi headcanons?

Wrote the majority of these during breaks on a 7½ hour first aid course so ty anon for keeping me entertained (Would like to quickly point out that I listened carefully and demonstrated adeptly and first-aided responsibly to those potentially worried 🤨🤨🤨)

Also I haven't read Death Sets Sail in ages so please forgive anything that's like contradictory

- history buff but only about the subjects she really really loves, like the Napoleonic wars she could not care less about

- so history is actually her worst subject because it's all boring English kings and queens to her

- big believer in 'those who don't know history are doomed to repeat it'

- especially when she's pulling pranks, she can be like 'oh well can't pull that prank on Mrs so-and-so because Clem says she can't take a joke, but Mademoiselle loves silly things like this so I'll do it in class next Tuesday...'

- LESBIAN

- in a modern au she watches St Trinian's to prepare for English boarding school and essentially the lesbianism spiralled from there

- in canon, Amina is that 1 quote where it's like 'i can accept liking girls but I can't accept not liking boys'

- LOVES the soaps like corry street, eastenders and holby city

- can never watch them around George or Daisy though because George will point out medical bad practice and Daisy will work out like. who's having affair with who or whatever

- ("It's just logic, Min, I can't help pointing it out!"

"You could try!")

- really hates gossip and gossipers though, considers them the lowest of the low

- Daisy's academic rival. Not officially, because they're both aware of appearances and being seen as swots so they'll stay an acceptable middle of the class

- but everyone knows if it ever came down to it properly, those two would be neck and neck

- had a thing going with Kitty for about 3 weeks but it fizzled out to nothing

- there's no animosity between them but Kitty did swear her to secrecy

- I always headcannon Hazel as becoming headgirl, who then chooses Amina to be deputy head, of course

- she's a good deputy head because she's very passionate about nearly everything

- you could go to her just to simply complain that you'd been given an extra 50 words on an essay that week and she'd be like "that's absolutely DESPICABLE. How could she!?"

- terrible at most sports as she's quite uncoordinated, but noone has actually realised this as she's good at looking like she's doing something

- but has somehow managed to finesse her way into being a lacrosse coach because she's good at strategy

- and she's good at that from coordinating all the pranks she pulls

- SHIT at sewing, always comes back from darning class with pinpricks on her fingers

- really into haircare, finds it really therapeutic and calming

- does spend an absolute age in the shower though

- nearly keels over and dies when she sees Daisy drag a brush through her hair like, once and then leave the house

- (it still looks perfect somehow as this is Daisy Wells, but Amina stands by the fact that this is "absolutely not the point")

- will stay in bed up until the last possible moment in the morning not because she's asleep, but because she can't stand the cold of English mornings

- (doesn't help that Matron keeps the windows open in the dorm)

- do not wake her up before till the morning bell goes off, she will plot your death

Hope these are ok :)

[multiseb21]

I have a confession to make. Until a few days ago, I thought those Buff City Soap stores were SOUP stores. In unrelated news, I think I need to get my glasses prescription upped

[pilferingapples]

38, 46?

38- a soap bar that smells good: Man this feels like cheating, but there's a Buff City Soaps semi-near me and they do Local Lines all the time and there was this one Summer Haze mix they did that smelled like heather and petrichor and fresh grass and wow. Very pleasant!

46- favorite holiday film: So many options! this time I'll go with The Life and Adventures of Santa Claus, the Rankin and Bass adaptation of Baum's book. it has fairies! dragons! Baby's First Socialisms ! It's a must watch for me every December :D

[iztarshi]

Turtle Nexus snippet (same crossover as everyone fussing over Rise). Probably not going anywhere because I have no idea what the geniuses are up to.

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Leonardo pokes his head into the TV room and asks Raphael, “Have you seen Von Ryan or the gap-toothed Casey? They were in the lab and then Carter came over and now I can’t find any of them.”

“I’m sure they’re fine,” Raphael says, still glued to his movie.

“Really?”

“Sure. How much trouble could three tech-genius teenagers who think they have something to prove get into in New York City?”

Leonardo considers pointing out that that particular Casey is in his twenties, but decides that’s neither relevant nor likely to strengthen his point and settles for giving Raphael a Look. He gradually intensifies the Look until Raphael caves.

“Okay, okay,” he says, getting up. “But I am not going after them unless we take either Donatello or a really big cattle prod.”

“Does it have to be our Donatello?” Leonardo asks, running through the whereabouts of all the Donatellos he’s aware of in his head.

“I’m open to the buff one, but if you bring the squeaky one I am not responsible for any intricate mating rituals that occur between him and the gappy Casey.”

Leonardo, who knows perfectly well Raphael derives great amusement from that particular soap opera, sighs. “I’ll find a Donatello. Meet me at the turtle van.”

[wardlowswife]

@withmyteeth is Buff City Soaps online , don’t have one by me

[stargirlies]

heyy 🩷🩷🩷

Do you have any fav self care products? 🩷🩷🩷

hey lover yes I do!! and I’ll link them for you 💕

these are my go to products only when I have the budget for them and what works for me may not work for you make sure to check the ingredients! thank you so much for the ask!

moisturizer -

body products -

face products -

shampoo/conditioner -

hair products -

can’t link - but same brand ‘miracle leave in’