3to2 Furniture in Cluedo Woods - becase TS3 wood textures are crappy, and matching things are nice.
Today I bring you 27 furniture pieces converted from TS3, in 4 different Cluedo wood textures for each item. These are the dark, light and medium woods, plus a more saturated, reddish wood of my own creation. the colours can be seen below:
The meshes are included, and were originally converted by @2fingerswhiskeysims, Hcove, @suicideloversims, @amovitamsim, fabulouszombie, @hafiseazale, Inezy, Untidyfan, @funphumph (MistyFluff) and The Ninth Wave. Whew! Hope I got everyone!
Download them here
Edit: I completely forgot to mention the armchair! This was missing from the converted storybook set, so I converted it. It's in the RAR file with all the other furniture!
pt.3 ghost x handmaiden!reader during the manor's summer solstice festival, both two drinks past tipsy and unafraid to sit next to each other at one of the tables, surrounded by the music and the dancing of the villagers. At first just pinkies touching as your palms lay flat on the wood, but by the end of the night you're fully in ghost's lap, whispering in his ear until he's had enough of your squirming and warm breath in the evening's breeze. He's about to carry you off to his quarters when
some other servant girls pull you away, quickly adorning you in a golden poppy crown and a garland of braided wildflowers before pulling you to the center of the field to dance. He watches you perform the well worn steps with the other women, summoning a good omen for the upcoming harvest and thanking god for the longest day of the year, your eyes sparkling as they crinkle with joy. Soon the music slows to something low that vibrates through ghost as you approach him, dragging him up to dance with all of the other couples, this time pulled close together and moving in one current around the field as the air thickens with the implications of the dance's origins. An ancient fertility ritual, the perfect excuse as he practically kneads into your hips, working his grip down to your ass. You keep one hand firm on his chest in a pathetic attempt to reach his shoulder while the other is on his jaw, tracing the strong lines that surround such a soft mouth. Eventually the heat of your heavy breaths against each other melts into kissing as your bodies inch impossibly closer together between leather and linen. You can feel him hard against your stomach, and he actually almost cries when you finally reach down to faint traace the outline of it. You run together in the encroaching darkness, recklessly flying downhill to the castle, laughing with your hands entwined until you crash throuhg the door of his quarters. Half of you lands on the bed so he manhandles you all the way up to the pillows, big hands desperately searching under your skirts. When he finds your dripping heat you gasp, blood pounding as he finally reveals that devilish smirk. He quickly licks his fingers clean before succumbing to your pleas, thrusting into with one harsh motion that splits you open. He has to wrap his lips around your tongue to quiet the sounds you make, but eventually he gives in as his heavy grunts turn into panting moans. Before you can even register, one sharp push into the deepest part of you sends you burning over the edge. He fucks you through the eternity of it and then some, shushing you teasingly when it becomes too much. After countless waves of ecstasy you can feel his bulky arms start to shake, so you tell him you love him and he immediately comes, spurting hot into you as he grits curses in your ear. "Fuck, love," is the only thing you can make out as he rolls off of you and mumbles into your shoulder. Breathing hard, he finds your hand beside his and squeezes it without looking up at you, but you know what it means.
Honestly? Shoutout to those of you who are completely fucking lost in life. Those who don’t know what they want to do with life. Those who are stuck in a certain part of life and can’t get out. Those who are reaching for dreams they feel are impossible to reach. Those who feel like they’re accomplishments are being overlooked. Those who feel like their enough just isn’t enough. It is. You can make it. You will make it. There is an opening at the end of the tunnel.
Disclaimer - I shouldn’t have to remind people this is fiction, but this is the internet so imma have to. I do not condone cheating in relationships. Don’t do it. This isn’t real. Ok?
Warnings - 18+, minors DNI, p in v, f in v, hand job, unprotected sex, cream pie, adultery, breath play, slightly rough sex, praise kink, slight degradation
This isn’t proof read. The final one in my seven deadly sins series! Would have been out sooner, but yah gal isn’t mentally stable right now lmao.
You sat in your office, fiddling with your silver wedding ring. Watching as you spun it around your finger, waiting for your husband to text you back. It had been a little tense between the two of you. Miscommunications, him invalidating your feelings, unsure of where you stood, but too anxious to ask.
Your chest felt heavy, your eyes never lifting from floor as you folded in on yourself. Withdrawing. It was just a rough patch, you tried to tell yourself. Repeatedly. You loved him. But were you in love with him anymore? You weren’t quite sure.
The bright halogen lights hummed above you, the smell of the sterile environment encapsulated your senses. The smooth metal on your finger burnt against your skin, the weight of what it meant singed your heart. Questions upon questions sped through your mind on repeat.
It wasn’t until a hand grasped your shoulder did you realise there was someone else in the clinic with you. Letting out a gasp you spun around, finding Ghost stood in front of you. A concerned glint in his eye. ‘You alright?’ His voice was calm, thick. Looking up at him from your stool you nodded, offering a grimace. ‘Bullshit. He giving you grief again?’ He nodded to your phone. Ghost didn’t know the ins and outs of your relationship, but he knew it was strained. He guessed from the passive aggressive comments you made from time to time.
‘No. No we’re fine. Nice costume’ you smiled, your voice wavering slightly. It was Halloween and everyone was going to the local bar, you’d been invited but you’d declined. He was wearing a grim reaper type costume, a scythe on his back and his signature skull mask. Of course. The black tac vest clung to his toned, broad physique. His black top cling to his small waist, which perfectly contrasted to his wide, burly shoulders. Shoulders you’ve had the pleasure of seeing and touching on multiple occasions.
He eyed you curiously. ‘You look tense love. Sure you don’t wanna come for a drink?’ While he loomed over you, he wasn’t intimidating. He was so … inviting.
Shaking your head you rose to your feet, the stool squeaked as your weight lifted off it. You expected Ghost to move out of your way, except he didn’t. Not noticing this, you bumped straight into his chest, ricochetting off back towards your desk. Wrinkling your nose at him you crossed your arms, ‘I’m not in the mood Ghost, I need to do a stock check then I’m going home.’
He crossed his arms, mirroring your stance. ‘So there is something wrong. It’s him isn’t it.’ It wasn’t a question. It was a statement. He could read you like a book, cover to cover. You hated him for it. You considered yourself friends, both banter-full with each other, as well as some harmless flirting from time to time. ‘I don’t wanna talk about it, now can I leave my own clinic please?’ Your temper was beginning to flare, feeling exasperated you had to ask permission to leave your own room.
Instead of backing off, he took a step closer, closing you in against your desk. ‘Tell me.’ You shook your head, looking up at him with those beautiful eyes of yours. Eyes he often thought about, that he saw in his dreams. ‘Ghost.’ You warned, trying to move past him.
Leaning into you he placed both arms by your sides, completely trapping you in between them. Lowering himself to your eye level he dropped his eyes to your lips, and back again. Swallowing harshly you felt all moisture drain from your mouth. ‘Tell. Me.’ His voice was lower this time, thick, it poured out of his mouth like a viscous liquid, hell bent on poisoning you.
Your lips parted slightly, a dense gasp fell from your lips as you studied his eyes. His half lidded stare, a twinkle shone like the brightest star in the sky. He was mesmerising. Your chest tightened, as you moved your hand to steady yourself, caressing his gently. ‘Ghost …’ you tried to warn, but instead of coming out stern, it was breathy and strained. He dropped his eyes to your mouth again, causing you to lick your lips. Desperate to feel some sort of moisture.
He moved closer still. Slipping his knee between your thighs, dropping his head to your ear. His breath fanned over the sensitive skin of your neck, your rolled your hips. It was a fraction of a movement. But he felt it.
‘You look tense sweetheart’ he repeated himself, moving his thigh ever so slightly, pulling another gasp from your chest. You felt paralysed. The hunter had finally caught his prey.
And his prey was you.
You searched your mind for something to say, but you came back blank. The tension between your bodies was exhilarating but painful. Blood rushed through your body, you felt dizzy. You couldn’t let this happen. You were married. This was wrong.
Wasn’t it?
‘How about I take your mind off him? Help you relax?’ His words shot through your skin, piercing the armour you’d tried so hard to keep in place around him. ‘You want that sweetheart?’ Swallowing again, your mind was reeling. You did want it. You had for a long long time.
You were so hypnotised by him you didn’t even noticed he’d pulled his mask up. The fragile skin of his lips grazed your ear lobe ‘you wanna go home to him with my cum dripping out of your pussy?’
Another sharp inhale.
Another roll of your hips onto his muscular thigh.
‘Yes’ it was barely above a whisper. Barely audible over the gushing of the blood in your ears. ‘Bit louder. I can’t hear you’ his whispered lowly, his tongue emphasising every syllable on the roof of his mouth as he spoke. ‘Yes, god, yes.’
His placed light kisses on your neck, ‘I can’t wait to feel this pussy on my cock. Been thinking about it for so long.’ You gripped his biceps to try and ground yourself as he pressed his lips against your skin. ‘Gonna make this pussy mine.’ You could only moan at his words, completely speechless, your panties becoming saturated with your arousal.
He worked his way along the other side of your neck, nipping gently at the skin as he placed on hand on your waist. The other gripped the back of your neck as he finally pulled himself away long enough to look at you. Your pupils were completely blown, filled with carnal desire. He peered back at you, a smirk on his lips. His soft, delicate, scarred lips.
He’d finally won you over. Driven by pure lust and desire.
Smashing his lips into yours, you welcomed his tongue into your mouth. Pushing you onto the desk you spread your thighs allowing him inside. He weaved his hand into your hair, pulling slightly. The kiss was fast, messy, sloppy. Your heart pounded in your chest as you pulled him closer, draping your arms over his wide shoulders. Moaning into each others mouths only spurred you on, wanting to hear more sounds of pleasure from him.
Sliding a hand into your scrub trousers he pulled them slightly, wiggling your hips you helped him remove them. They fell in a heap beneath your feet. Breaking the kiss momentarily he bit onto his glove pulling his hand free. He placed his hand over your lace covered cunt, whimpering slightly when he felt how wet you were. He ran his fingers along your slit, before plunging a finger into your pussy.
Pulling away from the kiss you let out a sharp moan, ‘ahhh, fuck.’ Eyes screwed shut you revelled in the new sensation, his long fingers filled you perfectly. Grazing every part of your hole, orchestrating your perfect voice into various moans and sighs. Slowly he added a second finger, he watched as you sucked in a breath, mouth open, jaw slack. He nipped at your bottom lip as you cupped his jaw pushing your thumb into his mouth he sucked it slowly. The feel of his tongue on your thumb pad caused your pussy to clench.
The sound of your arousal filled the clinic, it was sinful. Truly sinful. ‘Keep going, please’ you pleaded against his jaw. ‘Don’t you dare cum. Wanna feel you cum on my cock’ he warned, his voice was somewhat strained and hoarse. ‘Then fuck me. Please. Fuck me Simon.’ He growled into your neck, biting down harshly on the sensitive skin. That was gonna leave a mark. The sound of his name from your lips was sweet like honey.
Your hands fumbled with his belt, his fingers still unrelenting as he pumped your pussy. Once you finally managed to undo his belt you pulled at the button of his pants. Using his free hand he freed his cock, he guided your hand to it, hissing slightly when you grabbed a hold of the shaft. ‘Fuck you’re so big’ you whined into his mouth.
‘Yeah? Gonna let me stretch this cunt?’ Gripping onto the the back of his hood you slid yourself off the desk slightly. ‘Yes, fuck, please, fuck my pussy Si.’ Placing his hand around your neck he held you in place as he withdrew his fingers, your brows knitted together at the loss of feeling full. Staring into your eyes he placed his fingers into his mouth, eyes rolling as he tasted you.
Butterflies raged in your stomach as he savoured you on his fingers. Releasing them with a pop he placed them in your mouth, working your tongue over his fingers tasting yourself. ‘Never knew you were this much of a little slut’ he smirked, pressing on your throat as you smiled back at him. ‘Only for you’ you wheezed.
‘Such a desperate little slut, not gettin fucked at home, so needs her lieutenant to do it for her?’
‘Yes.’
‘Yes what?’ He whispered just above your lips.
‘Yes sir.’
‘Good girl.’
Swatting away your hand he lined up his cock at your entrance before pushing in. Placing your foreheads together you both gasped, you at the stretch, he at how your greedy pussy sucked him in. He started off slow. Rhythmic thrusts, allowing you to get used to his size. He grunted beneath his breath as he upped his pace.
Lucky the desk was screwed to the wall, other wise it would have been some racket. Throwing your head back you let out a groan of pure pleasure. Catching a glimpse of your wedding ring should have made you feel guilty. Brought you back to reality, but if anything it spurred you on. ‘Feels … so … good’ he managed to squeeze out of his constricted vocal cords. ‘Don’t stop … please … Si … don’t stop’ you panted as you lifted your leg, trying to get him to go deeper.
Leaning back onto your elbows you watched as he held your thighs, the skin turning white from the pressure. His cock pounded into your cunt, ‘play with yourself, lemme see.’ Needing no more direction you spat onto your fingers before placing them onto your aching clit. The instant pressure cause you to buck your hips. ‘That’s it, just like that sweetheart. Lemme see you cum.’ Moving your fingers in small firm circles your eyes clicked with his, you watched each other intently. Eyes hooded, pupils wide, mouths open, gasping for air.
Feeling the familiar pressure within your cunt you sped up. ‘Gonna cum, fuck’ you whined, brow furrowing, eyes snapping shut. ‘Atta girl, cum on this cock. That’s it. You can do it’ he praised as he watched you work your clit. The pressure became too much, you fell over the precipice into your orgasm. Your back arched off the desk as a silent moan tried to escape from the depths of your chest. He kept his pace, pushing your further and further.
Ghost watched as you writhed beneath him, your body twitching, chest heaving as you gripped onto the desk. Once your orgasm had washed over you you flashed him a sly grin. He leant over you, kissing you once more, his hands still holding onto your thighs as though his life depended on it. ‘Don’t take your eyes off me, one more, you can take it. Can’t you sweetheart?’ You nodded, your lip swollen from biting it so hard. He tapped your face lightly ‘good girl.’
It didn’t take much until your second orgasm took you. This time as you came he wrapped his hand in your hair pulling it, as he pressed down on your throat. It was exhilarating. The rush of adrenaline and pain mixed together like a deadly yet addictive cocktail. A strangled moan gurgled from your throat, as he felt your pussy pulsate over his cock. ‘Just like that, fuck …’ he whimpered.
‘I’m gonna cum in this pussy and you’re gonna fuckin thank me.’ You felt him cum deep within you as his eyes rolled and back arched. He gripped onto your hips as he muttered and moaned to himself. Catching a glimpse of his toned body beneath his top was like a prize, his defined V, toned thighs. It made you salivate.
He pressed a tender kiss to your lips before he pulled out. Grabbing some tissue to clean himself up. Raising an eye brow you motioned for him to help you, except he didn’t. He watched as his cum began to drip out of your hole, kneeling down he pushed it back in with his fingers. The sudden sensation of overstimulation caused a shockwave to burst through your body.
‘I told you. I want you to go home to him with my cum dripping out of this perfect cunt.’
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A/N - this doesn’t mean I’m back to writing properly. This probably isn’t my best writing, but I’m glad I did it. I’m having a rough day and I needed a distraction. I’m still very much grieving.
"You see that big boy with the skull face, you're not gonna start sweating?
"I'm not gonna see him"
"You're right, you won't see him. It's too late if you see him"
The Angel That Calls Me Hers ♡ Simon "Ghost" Riley
Simon Riley x Original Female Character
Loosely unspired by: "In My Room" By ICP
Quick description: Simon is in love with an unknown entity of a woman who takes care of him. This man is an absolute simp for her.
Warnings: mentions of neglect from family, sorta just fluffy and maybe ever so slightly angsty, its not written very well and i kinda just wrote without editing so🤷🏻♀️
He doesn't even know who she is, or rather, what she is. She appeared in his room one night, and she never let him go.
She sat as pretty as ever on his bed, her moon-white hair drapped carelessly over his black cotton pillow.
Her bright blue eyes were doe-like and wide, and her lips were pink, pouty, and heartshaped. She was like porcelain. Her skin was soft and pale blue, but shadowed a darker blue on the edges.
The girls arms were resting on her chest, her long, dexterous fingers twiddled with her necklace, a small gold locket.
She was dressed in a long, nearly-see-through white dress made of some sort of chiffon. She looked like an angel. She had to be an angel.
Simon walked into his room, scoffing in annoyance, already taking off some of his gear and throwing it to the side of the room before he noticed the woman lying in his bed. His mood instantly changed.
"Hello Simon." The woman perked up, leaning up to rest on her arms set behind her. "Im glad you're safe. I was worried about you. I dont like it when people hurt you."
"You're real?" Ghost stepped closer. "I thought i had dreamed you."
"A dream doesn't make me any less real Simon. You should know that." The girl stood up, walking carefullt to Ghost until she was in front of him.
"My sweet boy, you've been through so much." she started taking off his gear, and then his vest, and then his jacket. "Your family was so horrible to you. The people supposed to love you were evil"
"You dont need to worry anymore Simon, ill never let them hurt you. Anybody who tries to take you from me will perish." Ghost couldn't keep his eyes off her. She felt so much more lifelike when he saw her in the sunlight.
"You're really real." Ghost raised a hand to touch her cheek, as if he could barely believe she was standing in front of him. He noticed how cold she was, like she had just run her hand under ice water. Despite that, he held her cheek in his hands, almost melting as she tilted into his hold and held his hand to her face.
Ghost was lost in her eyes, and he knew if she asked, he would do anything she wanted. "We need to clean you up, Simon." She led him over to the bed and sat him down.
She started taking off his helmet, then his mask, turning away to put both things away. "Whats your name?" She turned around swiftly.
"What do you want my name to be?"
"I want your name. I know you have one." She walked closer to him again, sliding off his balaclava and taking his face in her hands, giving a smile that could only be described as caring and love-filled.
"Simon, if i tell you my name, you'll be tied to me for all eternity. When you die, I'll find you, and I'll never let you go. You dont want that."
"Yes, i do." His words were quick, barely letting her finish before he spoke. "You've already claimed me. You've told me im yours, and i am, please." His voice was quiet, and he was practically whimpering.
"You'd be giving your soul to me, and you dont know anything about me." she tried to make him see reason, but he had made up his mind already. She was real, and he would do anything for her
"Please," he whimpered, looking up at her with pleading eyes. "i can't lose you. Now that i finally have you."
The woman sighed and kissed his forehead, prolonging the kiss for seconds longer than necessary. "I'll tell you tomorrow." She stood up, raked her fingers through his hair, and kissed his forehead again, this time briefly. "For tonight, let me take care of you. You've gone too long without someone to take care of you, and now you're mine, so that wont work anymore."
And then she got to work, she combed Simon's hair, and she made sure he dressed in more comfortable clothes. She made sure he had eaten, and then they laid in bed together, him lying on her chest, face nestled inbetween her breasts, and her hands in his hair, gently playing with the fluffy blonde strands.
It’s been 8 months, will the kids remember me? Will my wife hate me for not having any communication? That is all Simon can think. He’ll certainly be surprised when he sees a new baby in your arms. Just two weeks old
It’s five am, and all four of your kids are awake, including the newest edition, a little two-week-old baby girl, girl number 4. You found out only weeks after Simon left and he was cut off from communication. You didn’t know when he’d be home or if he'd be home.
You did it all by yourself. Your oldest did help the best she could but she was only 8, she couldn’t do everything that Simon could but it was better than nothing. The littlest was born a month early, but to your hopes and prayers, she was as healthy as could be. She came home a few days after she was born.
This morning though, you were overwhelmed and stressed. You didn’t know if Simon was alive or dead, and if he was alive, what would he think of his fourth little girl? The kids screamed around you as they chased one another, who has energy this early in the morning?
You stand in the kitchen holding the crying baby who for the life of her, wouldn’t stop crying. You bounced her in your arms as you start to cry yourself. You don't know how much longer you can deal with Simons job. It's about time he does down. You needed more help now with the fourth but you didn't want to seem selfish, he did love his work.
Little do you know, Simon is on the other side of the front door. He too had his worries, would his kids remember him? Would you hate him for having zero communication? What if things changed?
But all of that is wiped away when he hears the screaming of kids inside and running footsteps all around. It was never a dull moment in the Riley house. He opens the doors and there’s running feet circling back around to the front door, they all stop and stare at Simon for a moment, “DADDY!” They all scream running into his arms.
They all push him down with their force, climbing all over him telling him how much they missed him, and kissed his masked face multiple times before one of them eventually rips it off, but he hears one say something about a baby, then he hears a baby crying.
Your ears perk up when your girls yell daddy, and how their running ceased and all of them yelling together, your eyes tear up more, he’s home.You walk to the front room to see Simon laying on the floor with the girls sitting all over him laugh and giggling. You see the smile on his face, he’s really home.
Eventually the girls get up, “wanna see new baby sister?” The youngest ask.
Simon looks up and sees your red teared face. You smile at him, but he can see the exhaustion behind it. He looks over your body, he sees your wearing one of his large t-shirts and slippers, you looked like you’ve just given birth. His suppositions are right when he sees the bottom of the “fancy underwear” as you say.
“Simon,” you say quietly rocking the baby who has now quieted down. He stands up and walks to you, his towering body looking down at the newborn. You don’t notice the tears falling, you are too shocked to see Simon in front of you.
“Mommy? Why you crying?” The middle child asked.
You snap back into reality, rubbing away the tears as you see Simon has his eyes fixed on the newest addition, “mommy is just really happy daddy is home.” You finally say with a few sniffles.
The kids shrug and run away leaving just the three of you, “what’s her name?” Simon asked you.
You smile, relieved he isn't angry. “Emma, I remember you saying you liked it when I was pregnant with our last little.” You say as you look down at her, she sleeps peacefully now. “Wanna hold her?” You ask Simon. He nods and gently takes her from your embrace and rocks her softly as she stirred awake.
Simon smiles at her, looking up at you and he sees the love and adoration in your eyes as you watch him hold his fourth little girl, you smile, but he sees how tired you are. It is now only five-thirty in the morning.
“Go back to sleep. I’m home now, your not alone anymore. And I don’t want you getting out of bed, you need to heal.” He tells you.
You hold yourself with your arms and nod your head feeling emotional again, “how long until you leave again?” You whisper. You knew his line of work and that his calls could be unpredictable, but this last deployment messed you up, he can’t leave you again.
He sees a few tears slip, “I’m retiring love,” he tells you wiping away a tear with his thumb. Your eyes brighten at those words. You hug him as tight as you could with the baby in his arms. “I’m gonna send the kids over to the neighbors for the night, just us three. You can fill me in on what I’ve missed.” You nodded in his shoulder.
“Lyssa says she has a boyfriend.” You start with information.
“What? She’s only eight!” Simon speaks and you giggle taking the little one with you as you carefully walk up the stairs to your room.
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