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pascalsbby · 7 months
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Hot Single Dad of The Neighborhood
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Summary: It used to be benzos to take off the sharp pain of the day, this life- now it’s Joel fucking Miller.
Warnings: mdni, 18+, eventual smut (c’mon…wouldn’t be a celebration without it)
This is satire. Kinda. It’s me laughing at myself & my love for this fictional man. But you’re laughing along, because you get it. Let me know what you think!!
This is a part of my 700 follower’s celebration. Read the detailed description here 🩷
It all started with this:
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Let me set the scene:
It’s 9:45pm on a Friday, and this is better than having the house to yourself. This is the time of week where we tuck our children (and husbands) in, and we gather around this shitty glass table as the tales are whispered through. It starts off with your usual: sugar-salted peach margaritas turned to two, a joint, and then the riveting conversation of, “now who would leave that dick?”
We call ourselves ‘Joel Miller’s Neighborhood Wives’. It’s a mouthful. But we like a mouthful. So- sit down, have a smoke, a wee little drink, and listen to the goss.
The neighborhood wives (Kat, Kali, Chloe on the right of you, Kit, Vic, Bug & Angela to the left) are all cuddled around Kat’s patio, enacting a dramatic retelling of ‘who the fuck is Joel Miller?’ Himself, somewhere across the street, wondering why every now and then he hears a chorus of squeals. Then, he smiles to himself and wishes he had the guts to grace y’all with his presence. He’s not invited though.
This is the first time you’ve hung out with them, and maybe the last, tbh. No way this Miller guy is worth all this fuss.
And, action.
It used to be benzos to take off the sharp pain of the day, this life- now it’s Joel fucking Miller. We take whatever we can get from him, between when we hear his truck two streets over, lightly running across the hollow wooden floors to put on our slippers. The low growl from his truck pipes (or yours) grows louder as he turns the corner onto the street. We watch as he drops out of the truck and thuds against the concrete, slamming that damn door closed. Probably how he lets all his ladies know he’s home. Our eyes follow his form, tapping all the way up to his front door before he takes those goddamn cowboy boots off. We stumble out of the front door and check the mail. Well, only for the third time that morning. What? We are all always expecting something, alright? You catch what you can before his shoulders disappear through the blue-chipped front door, right back into his house. We close the mailboxes simultaneously and sadly drip back to our front doors. No hello’s today.
Sometimes later in the night before supper, you’ll see the door shaped hole widen in the darkness, warmth boasting from behind as Joel’s form takes up the light, smiling as he pats Tommy on his way inside. Tommy usually drinks too much and stays the night, so we sit back and tend to the family. We ride our delusions in the meantime. Then, the cycle continues. It’s like… the cycle of life. You know?
He seems like your typical gentleman, Joel. A Southern-raised man, one who would let you be his nuclear-family sweetheart. Cook for him, clean for him, spread *it open for him, let his massive fucking hands feel any part of you they wanted. Especially if that meant they were to explore more under the stiff shirtwaist dresses. Or in. We would all rather him in.
Spread, what, exactly? Oh yeah dude, sorry. I meant: *Cunt, asshole, any part of you he wanted to look down the middle of and split open, really. We aren’t shy about it when it comes to talking to each other. Obviously.
The aforementioned Tommy?
That’s his brother, probably about seven or eight years younger. He is a beau too, but he doesn’t seem the type to really fuck it out of ya. I mean sure, he has done his fair share of fucking around with the moms’ of the neighborhood, too. Bug even whispered a tale of Tommy going after those mom’s college daughters, swooping in to help clean the pool before setting them gently on the concrete and swiping their panties to the side as he buried his face in them. He always made sure they were at least 22. This is only moments after the pretty younger girls make their way back into the pretty, white iron gates afront their parents' houses.
Fair enough, he has the same curls wrapping down the base of his neck, kissing the skin beneath them. He has the ‘Miller Smirk’ - what the town wives call it. The Miller brothers are known throughout the neighborhood for their distinct brand of charm. Both possess an effortless charisma that begs you to get on your knees. But they never let us. Sad. Their shared features aren’t few, but none are as similar and charming as their half-smiles. Grins always slightly tilted, as if they were sharing an inside joke with each other but not the rest of the world.
So of course Tommy is desired to an extent, physically, of course. Emotionally? Probably not. But shit, you’d have both if you could. Paris looks great this time of year. Anyways.
He wasn’t the Miller we all grappled over and wanted so deeply, despite a metal band around our fingers (or not). His competency and willingness. They way he looks at his daughter. Oh yeah…girl dad. The way he looks in the Texas heat. His back, flexed and sweating through his too-tight shirt. “The day that man wears a white shirt and it’s over 90 degrees- I will drop fucking dead. Someone take care of the kid for me,” Kat.
There’s been one story about Joel that is retold over and over like it’s fuckin’ Genesis Chapter 3, creation and all. The story on how, why, we all got here to begin with. No one can agree who first told it. Angela or Bug, shit…was it Chloe? Okay, okay, it really doesn’t matter at the moment. Just listen.
It was late August, three years ago. Hot and dripping with the dead-end heat of summer. Almost as if it was giving all it could before the last of it sputtered out and away, knowing Fall was right around the corner to take its place- happy to finally have a rest. A for sale sign that had been smiling at you for months was suddenly gone, the dirt still fresh from where it had been happily ripped. Joel Miller, Mr. Texas cowboy himself showed up one day as the crickets started singing, he kissed the cicadas goodbye for the season, unloaded the Miller Construction van and then he never left. A few weeks later after he and his brother fixed up the place, a little girl was running up the concrete to the front door. But there was no wife.
When he moved into the neighborhood, a new era dawned. It was one where the wives would rather mow the lawn, take the trash cans out on Wednesday nights, and tend to the long-forgotten garden. No really, all of our gardens are pristine now. Because somewhere not too far away there was a beautiful, muscular man with a mustache you wanted to wet, and God, his nose. A nose that was prominent even a few houses down, sun setting behind as it sat there strong and just uh- you knew a nose like that would be tickling your clit while he used his tongue other places. Or the other way around, whichever way you were sitting. Whatever way he wanted you to sit.
It was something about that deep navy cotton shirt his chest and shoulders grace about once or twice a week. The other is some form of a Lakers’ tee, yellow or purple, love-worn but scrunched up and stretched in the right places. You’ll see. Maybe that in itself, how it wraps around his sun-bathed/loved/kissed skin is the reason for everyone’s fever induced fluster. Maybe it’s the drawl, and the fact he absolutely drips of sex.
Most interactions end with deep breaths leaning against the door, knocking on your chest. Or texting the group message (we’ll add you in a minute, it’s called JMW)((Joel Miller’s Whores)). He always has something to say, something to coo at you while you in turn try not to purr back… at least with your mouth. Although no, because you would purr around him with your mouth if he’d only ask for it.
But you? Metaphorically, denoting us all. No, he would never look down upon you, between his eyelashes and brooding smile, dark, tanned skin smelling of the day- “want you to pull the pretty dress up and get on your knees. I’m tired from the day, workin’ so hard for this family. Leas’ you could do is suck my cock, no?” And he didn’t know it, but he was right. He did work so hard for this family. He was your maladaptive daydreaming, he’s what you giggle at during fake conversations, he was the cock slipping between your hungry folds at night.
Instead, it was half-baked smiles and short waves in the drop off line in the morning. He walks Sarah in, every single day. She’s getting to the age where she seems like she’d deter the sweet action, but she doesn’t- she loves him that much. We never see him in the afternoon, his barely-present wife (he has to have a wife, right? Like Bug says, “I mean look at him”), was probably the one picking up Sarah. Probably taking her to some even bigger house on the richer side of town because it's her turn to watch her. How the hell could you leave someone like Joel?
But regardless, we never see her. Never have the entire time we’ve peeked out of our blinds, running to turn off the lamp so no one can see the strip of light coming from the window.
He has never brought a woman inside of that house, let alone has anyone left it. Once, Tommy brought a girl to their Thanksgiving dinner and Vic told Kit she had come alone, first, and hugged Joel. That “Joel was extra smiley to her.” Moral of the story, we don’t know for sure if he’s still married or he’s just somehow keeping that dick to himself.
Jesus, Kat retold that story for three fucking weeks. But, we don’t really blame her. It was how it all began.
Don’t get me wrong, Joel Miller is available- if that pesky little wasp hive directly atop your living room window is getting out of hand, and you just happen to be a single mom who so desperately needs a man’s touch. Not like that. Well, yeah like that. Then, you could count on Joel Miller to back up his old blue truck bed into your driveway, set up his ladder, and allow you to spend the next hour watching through the window as his shirt pulls up his stomach as he does his diligent work.
His v-lines kissed by veins and tufted black hair towards his middle, peeking up and saying hello every time his jeans got a little too low. Musta forgot his usual belt. Or maybe his work belt was a tad too heavy today. Uh, to take that pressure off of his back for him, and into your hands.
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But him owing you? That’s a different kind of available. It was a week later, the morning before the mom gathering, and you had only seen Joel once. Yes… peaking through your blinds. Then you heard his voice.
“Hi ma’am,” he waved, turning your attention from where you were setting your bags in the car. “Sarah, ask the pretty lady what you wanted, don’t make her wait any longer in this heat.” He was loading his work tools into the bed of his pickup. Another bed of his you’d like to grace.
Shit. Maybe this Miller was worth the fuss.
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Part 2 later this week babes <3 It will be an actual fic, hehe.
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forbidden-sunlight · 11 months
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700 Followers Milestone Event - yandere!poseidon with mitsuri!daughter! short story 🍡
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warnings: toxic family environment, toxic relationships, ooc, infidelity.
The intention of this story is for entertainment purposes only. The behavior exhibited here is inappropriate and unhealthy, hence it should not be encouraged. There are also triggers, so please take caution. You are responsible for your Internet consumption!
You tried to be a good daughter.
You were the second eldest child of the great god Poseidon and his wife Amphirite. While Triton is the heir apparent, you fawned over him and your younger sister Benthesikyme when the rulers of all the oceans wasn’t around. You tried your best to be there for them, shouting with joy when they achieved something, big or small, comforting them when they needed a big hug or wanted to share a yummy meal in the empty dining hall because they were lonely.
But sometimes…it wasn’t enough. The love of an older sister, that is.
Triton wanted your father’s approval. Bethesikyme wanted your mother to look at her instead of waiting for your father to come to her chambers when she knew he hadn’t been there in years, centuries even. Neither of your parents were concerned about you…especially after your hair had changed from shimmering [Hair Color] locks to light pink with green ends as a result of eating too much sakura mochi.
No one wanted a wife with such a hideous blend of colors or had a large appetite, much less pass these traits down to their children, even from a daughter of Poseidon. At least that was what the last person had said to you during a marriage interview. Their remark…it hurt a lot. Proteus had to walk you out of the seashell garden after standing in a shocked state for almost four hours.
So you tried to change. Dyeing your hair black, cutting back on how much food you consumed, and working super hard in your lessons to become someone your father might be proud of…but it didn’t make you happy. Quite the opposite, actually.
Because no matter what you did, you would never become the perfect child in your father’s eyes. He told you as much with that cold stare of his. You were not perfect, nothing more than a speck of sand that was hardly worth noticing.
When that happened….well, as stupid as it sounds now….you left. You just left the palace without saying good-bye, leaving only a letter for your siblings, Proteus, the cooks, and all of your tutors, thanking them for looking after you and hoping that they’ll find happiness someday.
You found refuge in Valhalla, and for the first time in a long while, you could breathe. You could style your hair in any manner you desired, ate as much as you wanted, and even found a job working for the Demon Slayer Corps! It was a little weird at first, asking your uncle to help adjust into this place without saying a word to your father, but he was someone you could trust.
He knew that the reason you ate so much isn’t because you were a glutton, rather it was due to possessing an abnormal muscle condition that required a lot of calories and daily exercise to maintain. Six months later, you advanced from the Final Selection exam and were currently being mentored by the Flame Hashira Rengoku.
The humans who were part of Uncle Hades’ organization were so sweet and cool, how could you hate them? They accepted you for who you were and never made any harsh judgements towards you. Even their big boss, Lord Ubuyashiki, said that your talent was a gift! A gift, not a burden.
Goodness, it still brought a tear to your eyes when you remembered his words. But now isn't the time to be distracted! Today was your first solo mission, and you had to make Rengoku proud! Being a Demon Slayer means protecting people, and that’s what you’re gonna do!
Anyone who hurts others, even demons…they will receive no love from you. Not even a speck of mercy.
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Unbeknownst to the Demon Slayer, however, it was getting difficult for Hades to keep lying to his little brother about the whereabouts of his niece. After [First Name] left the ocean, Poseidon had been searching for her, demanding answers with a scowl etched across his face. Hades did not have children himself, yet in a way he can understand that everyone needed space, or needed to leave a toxic environment in order to thrive…but why in Gaia’s name would [First Name] even think that her father hated her?
Poseidon adored his daughter.
He chased away suitors with ill intentions, increased the difficulty of her lessons so as to remove her limitations and thrive under pressure, even hired more palace chefs to cook her meals!
Whenever he was away to do some business that did not involve an illicit affair, he’d always bring a trinket back for her, but Amphirite snatched it up under the belief that the gift was her.
The sea goddess was still desperate for his attention, even when their love for each other had waned over the last couple of centuries.
Now that [First Name] was on the path of becoming a Hashira, the lord of the underworld had an obligation as both the divine overseer of the Demon Slayer Corps and as a brother, to tell Poseidon the truth. And yet…was it even the right thing to do, when all the reports he’s received from Ubuyashiki showed that leaving the ocean allowed his niece to be the happiest she’d been in a long, long time?
There was no doubt Poseidon would drag her back home to be punished, and that smile of hers would disappear as soon as she dove under the waves. The pressure to be perfect is a crushing one, even for the child of godly perfection.
Hades sighed softly, pressing his fingers against the side of his head as he felt a migraine creeping in. What should he do?
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ningrlz · 5 months
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➾ tysm for 700 followers ˚₊ .
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i almost did not realise that i got this milestone T_T but hey i am more than happy to say that my blog has reached this far! thank you so so much to everyone that likes my blog, it means so more than i can express in words 🫶 i’m sorry that i’ve been kinda ia though, i’ll try to post more often :) thank you again <3
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: some blogs that i love / that inspire me :
@katar8na (ik you’re not active but i will always love your blog) @aegsll @baesol @eliatopia @e-unchaes @eundior @fuckici @gun-wook @gunw-ook @h-ao @haelyubi @haevrrs @hy4k @i-umji @i-jaeyun @i04rei @k-yujin @koosuvi @mingisito @minguukie @naoicis @nothanxxxxx @p-oisn @raeceah @rkivefr @s-iesta @sseulr1n @shiolu @toujoursbye @ujito @weishnie @wiotas @y-uisa @y-urios @yeritos @zombwis
+ so many more (sorry if i forgot anyone, but don’t worry ilyt)
also, i just realised i never made a post for 600 🧍‍♂️ . . . my bad
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majorpatheticcas · 12 days
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Thank youu!!! ♡♡♡♡♡
Without the words will be under the cut!
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princessmaybank · 2 months
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OMG!!! THANK YOU GUYS FOR 700 FOLLOWERS!!!! THAT IS INSANE! ❤️ I LOVE YOU ALL!!!
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nowimyurdaisy · 10 months
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congratulations on 700 followers, you deserve it!!🩷
could i please get talking about future plans when cuddling with charles. please & thank you!!
AWW thank you rach 💗
"so" Charles started.
"so?" You asked, as he layed his head on your chest as you played with his hair.
"do you ever think about getting married?" He looked up at you with puppy eyes.
"all the time, do you?" You responded fingers tangled in his hair.
"yea, we would have a small outdoor spring wedding"
"with flowers?" You asked.
"yes lots and lots of flowers, y/f/f of course," you smiled at that. "You'd wear a princess dress with lace trimming, the most beautiful girl in the world."
A silence fell over you two, and you smiled, "we'd have 2 kids, one boy one girl, or 2 little girls." You sighed, "and we'd love here, in Monaco, they would grow up to be just like their father, in love with go karts and race cars."
Charles laughed at that, "I'll buy us a big house y/n/n, where we can watch our kids grow up, and we could still go to races on free weekends, and we could spend summer evenings on the boat."
"I'd like that, I'd really like that." you hummed, resting your head on his head.
Charles' fingers collided with yours, your hands intertwined, as you laid there in your bed together, thinking about your future.
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desert-fern · 1 month
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Okay, so somehow there are over 700 of you crazy people following me. Thank you all so so much for being as incredible as you are, I wouldn’t be here without all your support, encouragement, and friendship. I love all of you and I wanted to give back just a little
So because the last time I did this, it went very well, I have decided to do more moodboards to celebrate!
(I would do blurbs if I had the motivation and skill to do many little things, spoiler alert, I do not 🤣)
Details:
You have until February 22 to request a moodboard from me!
Yes, you can ask for multiples! (In fact, I encourage it!)
In terms of what I am willing to make, go nuts, but I do need a character AND a theme from you! Details below the cut!
Characters: I am more than happy to do characters other than TG/TGM!
Fandoms that I will happily make boards for:
Star Wars
Marvel
LOTR
Themes/Colours examples (there are obviously a million different things you can request, these are just examples!)
- Vacations (ski hill, cabin, beach, camping, etc)
- Musical characters (I did a few Hamilton ones and a LesMiz one a while back)
- Characters with certain jobs (ex. EMT!Bradley)
- Actor boards (TGM only)
- I’ve done my Dagger!Avengers and Disney!Daggers series, if there is a character you wanted to see that I missed, send it in!
Get creative! If you are curious about past boards, they are all linked on my masterlist
Tagging a few people to get the ball rolling: @startrekfangirl2233 @sarahsmi13s @horseshoegirl @dakotakazansky @teacupsandtopgun @footprintsinthesxnd @cherrycola27 @auroralightsthesky @sylviebell @thedroneranger
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missvelvetsstuff · 9 months
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@supraveng , I accidentally deleted the ask and took longer than intended but here you go.
I have a request for your milestone celebration......can you write a Ransom Drysdale or Nick Fowler story?  any scenario you like, just keeping his asshole persona except he's totally soft for the reader? 
Traded up
Nick Fowler x Reader, past Ransom Drysdale x Reader
Ransom shattered her heart but Nick put it back together and filled it with love. What happens when they run into each other?
Warnings: swearing, a little angst
Notes: Idk how I ended up with over 700 followers but thanks for joining me for this ride.
Not exactly what you asked for but this is where my brain went. Hope you like it.
This is my first attempt to write anyone other than Bucky so I hope it doesn't suck.
Tried to keep the reader as generic as I could but she's a tall girl, like me.
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When she walked into the ballroom, people noticed. Over 6 feet tall in heels wearing a long sleeve, boat neck, backless, black silk gown with a slit up her right thigh and 2 strings of diamonds draping down her back. Hair arranged with simple black lacquer combs, a pair of large diamond studs adorned her ears, a colorful Graff Hallucination watch graced her wrist. Simple make up focused on her cat eyes.
She had the look of old money, completely comfortable in her bespoke clothes and long, lithe body.
She looked around, searching for someone and deflated slightly when she couldn't find him. A waiter offered champagne but she waved him off and moved gracefully  towards the bar where she ordered a real drink.
Ransom noticed the murmuring and looked up from the blonde he was chatting up but couldn't see who was causing the whispers. He watched the crowd part and saw a woman step up to the bar, her backless dress so low cut he was sure he could see some cleavage. His eyes roamed over her back then opened wide and doubled back when he saw the scar on her left shoulder. From the spring of a trampoline when she was a child.
His heart sped up, he wasn't ready to see her and didn't know if he ever would be. She was the one that got away. He was young and stupid and blew it. Didn't expect to ever see her again, rumour was she had moved to California. He kept watching as she sat gracefully on a barstool and her dress adjusted so he definitely could see some crack. His heart sped up.
The blonde noticed his distraction and tugged on his coat "Raaaann" she whined.
He clenched his jaw "Shut the hell up" spat through gritted teeth, without taking his eyes off of her. His heart ached and he felt hot, unsure of what to do, something he wasn't accustomed to. He decided going full Ransom playboy was the safest call. He couldn't let anyone see how badly he wanted her, how much he missed her.
Y/N sipped her drink and kept her eyes roaming the room until they fell on him. She threw the rest of her drink back and requested another, sighing. She knew there was a good chance Ransom would be here, his mother was on the board of this charity and he always liked seeing how many debutantes he could get into in one evening. She had hoped she wouldn't have to face him alone but she wasn't going to let him see how badly he hurt her. She wouldn't let him know the true effect he had on her.
She was better, stronger now and loved by someone who was willing to put in the work a relationship requires, someone loyal to her, someone who worshipped her. She just wished he was here right now.
She looked at her watch and tapped her perfectly manicured nails on the bar when she felt someone behind her.
"Well, well, look at what the cat dragged in. You look extremely fuckable, as always" Ransom laughed softly.
Y/N turned around slowly, looking him over with contempt. "Hugh."
And turned back to her drink.
Ransom bristled "You know I hate when you call me that."
She shrugged. "Not my problem."
"Don't try to be coy with me. We both came here alone, we'll leave together."
She scoffed "Not if you were the last man on earth, Hugh." She paused "I'm meeting someone."
Ransom laughed "Sure you are sweetheart. Don't make up excuses, if there is someone he shouldn't keep you waiting." He looked her up and down again, licking his lips "I certainly wouldn't leave you alone here."
She laughed "Riight, you'd just run off to fuck someone else in the bathroom, then race back to me stinking of her."
She waved her left hand, showing him the large diamond "I didn't buy this for myself"
He opened his mouth to say something but she put her hand up to stop him and looked at him disdainfully "Please fuck all the way off, Hugh." She spat
Ransom was feeling irritated, the blonde had already moved on and he was horny and determined to hook up with his ex. "Look, Y/N that was the past and it only happened a couple of times. Why do you have to make such a big deal about it?"
The bartender came over to check on her and refilled her drink while Ransom glared at him. She dropped a hundred into the tip jar and Ransom shook his head "Why are you tipping the help, they get paid enough."
Y/N shook her head and chuckled "You still haven't fucked off, Hugh. You might regret that."
"Doubt it." He crowded into her space and lowered his voice "You smell delicious. We can head into the bathroom, they're pretty spacious here. I can fuck you like I used to, make you squeal and mark that pussy as mine. Maybe I'll take a taste and-" he saw her shaking her head and scoffed "Then how about a dance, for old times sake?"
He grabbed her arm and dragged her towards the dance floor, then turned her around grabbed her waist and pulled her back flush against his chest. She tried to pull away when she felt his erection rubbing against her ass.
Ransom pulled back suddenly, distracted by a kerfuffle at the entrance. Y/N took the opportunity to wrench herself free of him and head for the bar but he followed her as she reclaimed her seat at the bar.
"Why the fuck is it so difficult to check my goddamn coat? Is there anyone working here with an IQ over 75? Does that valet even have his drivers license? He looks like he's 12. Unfuckingbelievable." Echoed throughout the room. She shivered at his voice.
Ransom saw a tall man, taller than him, with short dark hair and a 5 o'clock shadow, obviously expensive black suit, rolex on his wrist, walking straight towards them. He looked familiar but Ransom couldn't place him.
Y/N smiled when she heard him and looked at Ransom pointedly "Last chance."
He smirked at her "I'm good here."
She shrugged then gasped when the tall man put his hand on her bare back, his touch and his voice did things to her. His scent wrapped around her, pine and citrus, making her feel safe and aroused at the same time.
He was taller than her, even in her heels, and kissed her cheek before he spoke.
"Sorry I'm late babe, had a damn flat." He looked up at Ransom, knowing full well who he was and what he did.
"Who's your little friend?" Then offered his hand "Nick Fowler"
She smiled "Nicky, this is Hugh. I told you about him. His mother is on the board."
Nick squeezed Ransoms hand a little too tightly and looked him in the eye until Ransom looked away which made Nick smile.
Ransom tried not to wince "Ransom Drysdale, only the help call me Hugh."
Nick nodded "I know all about you Drysdale." He grinned widely "Ever find any purpose in your life beyond fucking debutantes? It'll get old eventually." He squeezed Y/N to him "Best to find a good one and settle down." She smiled up at him with hearts in her eyes.
Ransom bristled and puffed his chest out. Who the fuck Was this guy to talk down to him? He was Ransom fucking Drysdale and this guy was- his train of thought was derailed when Nick leaned down to kiss Y/N and Ransom felt his stomach drop. This guy was the one with Y/N, that's who he was.
Nick looked up after ending the kiss and looked surprised. "You're still here? She's mine and there's nothing you could do to change that so be on your way. I don't want to have to mess up your pretty face in front of all these people."
Y/N just smiled and adjusted herself in her seat. She loved when Nick was possessive and jealous because it led to the best sex, made him almost feral.
Ransom tried to puff up and regain his dominance but it was for naught, Y/N was completely absorbed with Nick, as though Ransom didn't exist. He deflated, looking at her sadly, knowing that he blew the best thing in his life and it was too late to fix it.
As Ransom walked away Y/N poked Nick in the chest "You're so mean, Nicky."
Nick smiled at her "That's because I'm surrounded by idiots and assholes." He cradled her cheek in his hand, feeling his heart speed up when she leaned into him. "Except for you, sweetheart. I'll always be good to you."
He kissed her again, a little more passionate, more needy.
When he pulled away he offered his hand "We already made our donation and the food at these things always sucks. Why don't I take you home and we'll order takeout."
He ran his hand up the slit in her dress "and I'll show you how good I can be to you."
Y/N took his hand, stood up and forced herself to walk next to him, rather than racing to his car so they could hurry home together, Ransom forgotten like yesterdays gossip.
Nick stopped suddenly and pulled her up against him before she knew what he was doing then whispered in her ear
"You know, I've heard the bathrooms here are really nice."
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historysims4 · 1 year
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HI!
Another milestone has been reached in a short time! 700 followers?! Heartfelt thanks to those who have chosen to follow this blog. As a gift, I wanted to do a quick conversion of an outfit I made for the toddlers back in the 50s/60s style. Unisex, 5 different colors, base game compatible. Find the outfit in the fullbody cas mode section. Hope you like it!
T.O.U.
*Don’t claim as yours *Don’t put my cc in paywall site *You can recolour but please tag me
DOWNLOAD - simsfileshare (always free)
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sunfl0wersapphic · 29 days
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So…
I was going to make a “Thank you for 600 followers!!” post but uh-
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Willow is fucking trembling-
this happened in a day I-
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pink-onyx-au · 1 year
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AMSKFJGJIOOIONNUONOJONOUGNWOFS
700 pinged shortly after I posted the final time we’ll see Steven and Jasper apart for a while and I’m just floored. Where did 600 go!? Did I black out?
I am so happy to see so many people invested in this and please know I appreciate every one of you. You are as much a part of this as I am and I thank you wholeheartedly for the fan art, the support, the hilarious asks and prompts, and hope that I can deliver a great experience for you!
Please know that each and every follower is special to me and these milestones are just fun markers. Know I love you all and am happy to have you! Thank you!
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beefrobeefcal · 20 days
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*If you’ve sent in a THOT recently, worry not! Your beef will not forsake you. Your THOT will be answered.
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700 followers! Squee!!!!
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I had this one on my art Tumblr; it's one of my favorites. I'm allowed to repost my work 😁
Thank you all for continuing to support this work!
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latenitegirlluv · 4 months
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Broke over 700 followers last night :o I'm always genuinely astounded that people think I'm worthy of attention. I think it's been slowly getting over my anxiety of being seen and perceived. It's not gone but we're working on it. Thank you. I will continue to be cute and funny or whatever reason y'all like me
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hoedamn-eron · 4 months
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Hi everyone!
Can someone explain this to me!?
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When did that happen!? I’m so shocked, thank you all so much! I felt like I was just at 500 last week! And I’d been so stagnant that the number wasn’t going up, holy shit!!
Seriously I’m so mind blown! I’ll be eating my words later if this is just a glitch on the site 😂
I’m glad to be back and writing, I hope I can keep up this time!
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mrissineko · 9 months
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Thank you for 700 followers!
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♡⸜(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ )⸝ ♡⸜(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ )⸝ ♡⸜(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ )⸝ ♡⸜(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ )⸝
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