#Dehumidifier Guide

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Dehumidifier Benefits: What Exactly Does a Dehumidifier Do?

A dehumidifier is an essential appliance for maintaining a comfortable and healthy indoor environment. It works by removing excess moisture from the air, which can help prevent the growth of mold and mildew and create a more pleasant living space. This device is particularly useful in humid climates or in spaces where moisture accumulates easily, such as basements, kitchens, and bathrooms. Pros…

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Return the Favor

John Price x wife!reader OC

Summary: Smut, it’s just smut.

Warnings: NSFW, smut, p in v, oral m! and f! receiving, dirty talk, light degradation, mentions of masturbation, breast play, cum play¿, sex toys, not edited.

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The ticking of the clock created a steady rhythm joined in by the hum of the dehumidified in the utility closet. John Price was sat at his desk in his unfinished basement office. The concrete floor was covered by a large intricate moroccan red rug. It stretched from the left of the bottom of the stairs to the stone wall that made up the foundation of the home. Thats where John’s grand mahogany desk sat. It faced the stairs so he could see who was coming down and also keep prying eyes away from the content on his monitor screen. The last thing he wanted or needed was for one of his children to creep down the stairs and see some gruesome picture of a bombing or what war was capable.

In front of John’s desk was a chesterfield brown leather couch with a rectangular mahogany coffee table in the center of the rug. Looking at John’s desk to the left was a larger area, which was under your kitchen, that had always been an at home gym. There were black gym mats on the floor to provide cushion from the cement. A treadmill, barbell bench, punching bag, leg press, and weight wrack filled the area, with a foggy old mirror mounted against the far back wall. Most of the equipment were birthday and Christmas presents from you and John got good use out of them.

To the right, looking at his desk, were book shelves filled with encyclopedias that ranged from generic to specialist to historical and he even had a children’s one for when one of his kids sat down here with him; which wasn’t often. The book shelves were pressed against the stone wall that separated the back of the house from the front, his office from the one next to it; yours.

There was a juniper green chipped painted door that separated your office from John’s. The door was in line with the bottom of the rickety stairs so when you walked through John saw you for only a brief moment. It was understood that because you needed to pass through his office to get to yours that you were to leave him undisturbed and you followed this rule well.

If things had gone differently your office would have been John’s so he could have the privacy, but that wasn’t the case. John’s office was originally his oldest daughter’s bedroom when you first moved here, but before she was born it moved to what is now his youngest daughter’s room. He had to relocate to the basement one last time when you had become pregnant with your oops baby.

John asked if you two could swap and it was a resounding ‘no.’ The basement room towards the front of the house had been your office since you moved into this house 13 years ago and you weren’t about to give it up because your husband pouted at you. While what was John’s office was previously storage that was downsized and moved to under the basement stairs and in the small nook to the right of them. He tried to persuade you to swap but after hearing how he wasn’t home for long stretches of time it wouldn’t be fair he dropped the subject.

Today, on this rainy Monday, John reminded himself that he didn’t get your office because he had been away for the past three weeks. He’d arrived home on Thursday and like usual his children were all over him, wanting to spend every waking minute together. Normally John would be cuddled up on the couch with them or taking them on a weekend camping trip; but that wasn’t the case this time.

John came home to a mountain of paper work and things needing to be done before he could even think about enjoying himself. His first night home he ate dinner at his desk and ended up falling asleep there, only to be gently woken up by you and groggily guided to bed. The weekend consisted of each one of his children sneaking down the stairs to spend time with him. John entertained them for a little until he sent them back upstairs. It had gotten so out of hand John lost his temper and ended up shouting at his son who was coming down to say dinner was ready.

The normally tough 12 year old started to cry as he told his father you sent him down here because dinner was ready. John felt horrible for his overreaction and put his work away for the rest of that Sunday evening. Spending the night getting an ear full from you for being so dismissive of your children and forgetting that maybe his wife also needed some help or even affection, John sat there and took it. He spent the rest of the night playing board games with his kids and then ended the night with you two having a fire and catching up in the backyard.

Now it was Monday. The kids were at school and John asked you to work from home because he didn’t want to have the house to himself. He may be stronger than steel but even he feared the loneliness of an empty home; especially after deployment. You said yes easily, the both of you having your own work to attended to so you were ships passing in the night.

John felt himself going stir crazy having been sat at his desk most of the weekend and now most of the day today. It felt more draining to be working his way through paper work than it did when he smelled of gunpowder and sweat. He needed to get his mind off things, rest his eyes, distress somehow.

Jogging down the rickety stairs you had your headphones on and a bowl of ice cream. You couldn’t help yourself but enjoy sweets when your children were at school because for once you didn’t have to share. You were dressed in black bicycle shorts and a loose fitted beige t-shirt with scarlet writing across the front.

Already feeling distracted John watched as you breezed through his office and slid into yours without even glancing in his direction. His mind was still on high alert and eyes perceptive like they were in the field, so he took notice of the little white bit of food on the corner of your mouth. Just the sight of something so innocuous had John’s trousers growing tight. Mind falling straight into the gutter as he thought about your warm mouth on him and painting your face with his spend. Instinctively John lightly smacked his face to snap himself out of it. He’d barely spent time with you since coming home he shouldn’t be contemplating how he could get you to drop to your knees in front of him.

Sex hadn’t even crossed John’s mind since he had arrived home but now he was consumed with the thought of it. John had been so preoccupied with everything that needed to be done, his attraction to you lay dormant. It felt like he’d been smacked in the face by how sexy his wife was and it left him feeling like an idiot for being blind the past few days.

Thats when John cringed, remembering you telling him you missed him and needed some affection last night when you went to bed. It flew right over John’s head and he cuddled you close and fell asleep moments later; now realizing what you meant by ‘affection.’

Leaning back in his chair, it lightly wheezed against John’s weight. Running his hand through his hair he started to wrack his brain on how he could persuade you into giving him a blow job. Having sex felt too tedious and time consuming at the moment. John wanted you to suck him off then let him get all his paper work finished up and go back to normal life.

It would be just what he needed but it didn’t feel fair. Especially after how dense he’d been in multiple ways since getting home, John was thinking his chances were slim to none. Sneaking away to jerk off also didn’t feel right, it wouldn’t be nearly as satisfying. He was in the comfort of his home it felt right that his gorgeous wife be involved.

“Fuck.” John muttered to himself. Taking a deep breath John decided paper work would be a good distraction for now.

He stared down at the papers in front of him and anxiously clicked his pen about ten times. Taking a breath he started to do math in his head to hopefully kill his boner, that usually worked for him. Today it wasn’t because of the picture he had of you on his desk that was staring back at him. Of course it was picture of you on the beach. Your little bikini leaving John with a lot to look at, his problem only growing harder.

“Wait, when did she change this.” John snatched the photo realizing he hadn’t put that there. You hadn’t actually changed it from the wedding photo John had put out. You had slipped this bikini picture of yourself over the wedding photo between the frame and glass. Plucking it out John turned it over to see your neat handwriting.

‘Honey do list:

- Do your laundry. It stinks!

- The lawn needs to be mowed.

- Go through the stack of mail in the kitchen.

- Please, please, please, donate those clothes that have been sitting in your back seat for over a month.

- Smile? It wouldn’t kill you :)’

John let out a snort having expected a sexy little note from you. He did ask you this morning to leave a note on his desk with anything he needed to get done around the house, that way you wouldn’t disturb him. You asked him if you were his secretary and John told you of course you weren’t. It must’ve left you a little miffed because you went out of your way to listen but still distract him. Your humor was making John grow uncomfortable with the throbbing ache of his cock. Somehow you were always charming and flirty even when you weren’t in the same room.

That’s when you exited your office, ready to breeze by like you usually did and head upstairs for something. John was speaking before he realized he was, brain short circuiting from the lack of blood as it had flooded to his stiff cock.

“Darling.” John croaked and then cleared his throat.

Stopping just at the bottom of the stairs with one foot on the first step and a hand resting on the banister, you looked over with a sweet smile and kind eyes. It seemed you were happy that he was asking for your attention since you two usually didn’t acknowledge the other down here. John knew you weren’t privy to how much attention he was about to ask for as he tossed your photo onto his desk.

“Could you, come here for a moment.” Waving you over, John felt his cock twitch at the little smirk you gave him. Your playful eyes silently asked ‘what for?’, but you quietly made your way over to him.

“Come here.” John patted his lap.

“What’s going on with you?” You chuckled a bit lost yet giddy that your handsome husband had beckoned you over to him.

Sitting down on his thick muscular thigh you swiftly placed a kiss to his hairy cheek and then turned your attention to his monitor. What you were expecting was something to proofread or for John to ask your opinion. All you saw was his desktop screen of the Liverpool F.C. logo. Looking back to John he had a bashful look on his face and was smiling awkwardly.

“What?” You asked, you could see something was going on but had no clue what it was. Part of you thought he was going to scold you for the picture you left to be snarky.

“I was just wondering if you were busy right now?” Trying to play it suave John asked because he didn’t want to impose. He was also building up the courage to ask you for head since he had been neglectful and knew you’d have some snarky comment. You’d probably tell him to ‘spit in his right hand’, and then be on your way.

“Yeah, you hungry? I can whip up something really quick.” You pointed upward to where your kitchen was.

John only huffed out a breath seeing his question hadn’t sparked what he was barely alluding to. It also was sweet because most times when John asked if you were busy or if you could do him a favor it was a toss up between him being hungry or horny. You just happened to think it was the former.

“Uh- no I was wondering-“

“Oh!” You giggled, instantly realizing what was going on.

You knew John well enough that if he wasn’t hungry he was looking for your affection that only his wife could give. By the look on his face you could see his apprehension and you couldn’t blame him for feeling that way. He had completely snubbed your request for sex last night and now was here asking you for it.

“We can head upstairs and be as loud as we want, we have the house to ourselves.” The mischievous look you had in your eyes had John feeling even worse about what he was going to ask.

“I was actually wondering if you could. . . Help me?” John tried to be as charming as possible as he asked. Giving you a handsome smirk and a playful wink to hopefully help his chances.

Your face fell and he hated seeing how you looked at him utterly annoyed. That frustrated look on your face for some reason turned him on more, making his cock strain painfully against the zipper of his trousers.

“You want head?” Quirking an eyebrow you stared at your husband surprised at the audacity.

“Just something quick so I can get back to work.” John laid out his intention and hoped you wouldn’t smite him down with a fiery rage.

“And then pat me on the ass and send me on my way? Pretty sure you can spit in your right hand and leave me out of it.” The crude clarifying question had John feeling like an idiot for even approaching you with this request. He also knew you were going to say that verbatim so he didn’t know why he even tried.

“You’re right. I’ll just get back to it.” John tried to sit straight up to help guide you off his thigh but you didn’t budge. Placing your hand firmly on his toned shoulder you pushed him roughly back into his chair.

“That means the next time I just want head and nothing more you’ll have to piss off after.” Your joke was crude but had John stilling in his seat. He had been subjected to going down on you and getting nothing in return during every one of your pregnancies. Leaving him to jerk of in the shower, so he wasn’t feeling to guilty or unwilling now.

“So you’ll?” It wasn’t a full sentence but the rest was implied.

You two stared at each other in silences. Your sassy expression slowly faded into a playful smile. Running your fingers through John’s beard your eyes scanned over his handsome features. You grasped him by the jaw and turned his face back and forth to inspect him closely, leaving a little kiss to the freckle on his nose.

“Just as good looking as the day I met you.” You purred which had a cheeky smirk breaking out across John’s rugged face.

“Yes, I’ll take care of you. Just relax.” John didn’t realize how tense he was until you were lightly massaging his shoulders. If it wouldn’t have been ridiculous or rude John would’ve cheered that you gave into his request. He genuinely thought there wasn’t a chance you’d go down on him but he was happily wrong.

Leaning in you placed a feather light kiss to John’s supple lips and slipped off his lap and on to your knees. You pulled up his black t-shirt to expose his abs that were covered in a thin layer of fat and ran your tongue up the center, before kissing your way down.

Placing both hands on either arm rest John watched as you unbuttoned his jeans and then began to yank them down his thighs along with his briefs. Lifting his hips he made it easier for you, an obscene smack echoing in the silent room as his cock bounced back against his abdomen.

A smile stretched across your lips rivaling that of a Cheshire Cat. John’s cock was gorgeous; thick, veiny, long, and uncut. It was mouth watering to see it after so long and you were about to enjoy yourself playing with it. You most likely weren’t going to get as much enjoyment as your husband but it would be good fun. One thing you truly enjoyed was giving John head, mainly because of how vocal he could be and you were able to see the strong Captain Price crumble under your touch.

Grasping his cock by the base and licking a firm stripe up the underside of John’s thickness and to the swollen tip you repeated your action, again and again. It had John releasing a shaky breath through his nose. He was trying to keep his composure but you’d have him moaning in no time. If he wanted head with no promises of him taking care of you after, you were going to take your time and have fun.

Tongue coming up to the tip you swirled it around, then dipped under his foreskin and swirled your tongue again. The action had a choked gasp coming from deep in John’s chest. You began to leave little kitten licks on the head while pulling down the skin for better access. Looking up you saw your husband’s head thrown back and resting on the back of his chair. John’s hands were tightly gripping his arm chair and chest rising and falling heavily. The thick muscles of his pectorals were visible and well defined through his fitted black t-shirt. Eyes darting to John’s massive arms you felt yourself throb, legs pulling together so give yourself some pressure. His ripped physique was everything you wanted, hell you’d grind on his chest until you came if he had the time he claimed he didn’t.

You were torturing him. John knew it and you loved doing it. Relief was on the horizon as John felt your warm lips wrap around him, the hand holding him by the base was now stroking in time as you bobbed your head, only taking in a few inches. Looking down John twitched in your mouth seeing you already looking up at him. Your pretty eyes were giving him the most innocent look as if this was your first time ever taking his cock in your talented mouth. The way your lips stretched around his thickness showed that he was just on the verge of not fitting but that never stopped you.

You continued to only take in a few inches but added your second hand. John was long enough that you could wrap both hands around him and still have a few inches to suck on. Twisting both wrists in opposing direction you stroked and sucked with vigor. John let out his first sinful moan watching how your spit rolled down your fingers and made your hands slip over his cock with ease. You were still looking up at him like some bashful virgin yet the way your tongue continued to swirl as you bobbed your head said otherwise.

“Fuck, aren’t you a pretty thing sucking my cock. Such a smart mouth put to good use.” John praised you, wanting you to know just how amazing you were on your knees. He couldn’t help but mock you for being so sarcastic and sharp tongued while you made him feel like he was in control.

You wanted to pull off his cock with a loud pop and ask him to repeat himself; you were the one doing him a kindness after all. But there was something about being lightly degraded that had you removing one hand and taking John deeper into your mouth. You bobbed quickly and sucked tightly, stopping right before you would gap and moving your hand over the inches you couldn’t reach.

“You like that, darling? Like being told how filthy this pretty mouth of yours is?” John was on a power trip as he watched your eyes shift from innocent to yearning for more. You moaned around him feeling your panties go damp at John’s raspy, arrogant words.

Taking his right hand John grasped you by your jaw with his thumb and forefinger. He stilled your movement, half his cock stretching your pretty mouth. Pulling gingerly forward you both held eye contact as John gently made you take more into your mouth until there was resistance.

The feeling of John’s fat cock head pushed against the back of your mouth and nudging your throat made you gap. A devilish smirk took over John’s bearded face as he looked down at you with pity.

“Stay there.” John ordered softly and you listened with fat tears in your eyes. Unable to keep the shameful moan from vibrating against his twitching cock.

Letting go of your jaw John’s thumb came up and gently stroked your hollowed cheek. He then moved his large rough hand through the hair on the side of your head and then to the hair at the top. Only he curled his fingers against your locks and gripped you by the roots at the crown of your head. He loved seeing you never look away, waiting with pleading watery eyes to see what he would do next.

With a firm grip that didn’t hurt, only tugged somewhat, he pushed your head down more. You sputtered as John’s cocked breached your throat and began to slide down creating a burning feeling that may leave your voice raspy. This was the first John saw you close your eyes and lightly gap as he slowly worked you all the way down until your nose was pressed into his pelvis. He cooed at you as tears rolled down your cheeks and used his free hand to wipe them away.

“So good for me.” John purred, keeping your head there for a moment to enjoy how it felt stuffing your throat full.

Pulling you back by your hair you breathed through your nose hoping John would let you off for a moment to catch your breath; but he didn’t. Bringing you up to the tip of his cock he tugged you back down a bit more forcefully until your face was buried in the short tufts of auburn hair. John did this a few times at a leisurely pace until your sputtering became less and less and then he had you throat fucking yourself onto him.

“Keep going, my arms tired.” John chuckled softly as he released your hair. His smugness was building the desire you felt for him, you wanted him to whisper more arrogant words in your ear as he folded you in half.

You had become so wet at John’s arrogance and demanding treatment that you were dripping through your bicycle shorts. Forcing yourself past the normal stopping point of your throat you continued to take John’s entire cock, bob after bob of your head. He was moaning loudly and mumbling about how naughty his pretty wife was. It was making you light headed and without fully thinking your hand was dipping into your shorts and rubbing your swollen neglected bundle.

“Desperate, getting off from sucking my cock.” John’s words were slurred and you moaned around him.

Finally pulling off you gasped loudly being able to take your first full breath. You swallowed down the spit that filled your mouth and glanced down to see John’s cock soaked in your salvia and dripping down to his hairy balls. Pulling your hand away from yourself you were quick to pull your shirt off and then unfasten your bra.

John was about to order you to keep sucking him off but seeing your tits join the equation had him staying quiet. Letting out a breathy laugh John watched in awe as you brought yourself up to kneel straight up and then take your tits and press them against John’s thick cock. The plush velvety flesh felt other worldly to John as he moaned shamelessly and threw his head back. You smiled wickedly seeing you were about to break the man who played so tough. Having your tits on him when he couldn’t remember the last time you did this had his balls tightening and throbbing.

Pressing your tits together with more pressure you continued to bounce and move them up and down your husband swollen shaft. He was moaning loudly and frequently, curses and pleas tumbling out without a thought.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” John jerked upright, head snapping down to look at you. Both of your hands quickly let go of your breast and began vigorously stroking John. He expected you to take him in your mouth to keep the mess contained but you didn’t; you did something even more sexy.

You stuck out your tongue and opened your mouth wide. John realized what you were doing in a split second and was standing over you quickly; his chair slamming into the wall behind him. You almost never let him do this. You let out a devilish laugh as John batted your hands away and began to stroke his own cock with a tight frantic pace. A loud moan ripped from his lungs seeing you kneeling in front of him, mouth open, tongue out, and doe eyes staring up at him.

“Cum on my face John.” Your voice was dripping in lust and your husband did as you asked.

Stroking himself a few more times quickly he aimed and released his load on your beautiful face and tits. Some landed on your tongue but most of the hot white ropes shot across your face, a bit getting in your hair. With the last few spurts John’s pointed his cock at your tits and decorated them in white.

John was breathing heavy as you grinned up at him with the most seductive look he swore he had even seen. His knees felt weak and he found himself laughing and stumbling back into his rolling desk chair. You were biting your lip and started to giggle as your husband continued to breathlessly laugh.

“Fuck, darling. I’m a lucky man.” John took a mental picture of you to hopefully never forget how hot his wife was.

“That you are.” You giggled sweetly and gave John a big grin.

“You never let me do that. Why now?” John asked breathlessly, eyes still trained on the mess he left on your pretty face

“A normal blowjob wouldn’t leave you distracted even after I was done.” The wicked smirk on your face had John quirking an eyebrow at you.

“What’s that mean?” He asked, handing you a few tissues and helping clean yourself up. You two were silent for a moment while John helped you tidy up and handed you your clothes before cleaning himself off from the slick that still coated his now soft cock and balls.

Slipping your shirt back on, you tossed your bra onto John’s desk while he stood and was fastening his jeans.

“Means you’ll be thinking of me when you shouldn’t be.” You smiled devilishly up at your husband and kissed his cheek.

“Not sure about that, I’ve got work to get done.” John was being playful back but you only rolled your eyes with a mischievous smirk.

“Sure.” You giggled as John smacked your ass and you went on your way, just like he had asked for. Sitting back in his desk chair it wheezed against his weight.

“Byeee~” You practically sang the word, giving John a little wave.

“Thank you, darling.” He hummed back with a wink.

John watched you the whole way out of his office and up the stairs. Leaning back in his chair he smiled contently feeling utterly satisfied. Rolling his chair forward he looked down to see your light blue bra with little purple flowers. With his pen he picked up the fabric and tossed it so it draped over his monitor. Turning his attention to his paper work he was ready to continue on and get things finished up before dinner.

Eyes scanning over the papers John stopped and looked off to the basement stairs, then your bra, and the bikini photo of you he had shoved to the corner. His mind went back to your pretty face decorated in his cum and that satisfied smile you gave him. Shaking the thought of you from his head John’s eyes went back to the pages in front of him. It only took a second before he was distracted again.

“What’s she doing?” Looking back at the stairs John’s mind was stuck on you.

John saw in your eyes how worked up you had gotten while you blew him. There was no way you’d be that horny and continue with your daily tasks. John was convinced you were upstairs in your room taking care of yourself; without him. The thought of you laid back in your king sized bed with your vibrator and probably something to watch on your phone had him fidgeting in his seat.

“Fuck, she’s playing mind games.” John shook the thoughts away again. You made that little comment about him thinking of you to toy with him.

And it was working.

Leaning back in his chair John clicked his pen against his desk a few times while he continued to stare at the stair case. Letting out an annoyed huff he tossed his pen on to his desk and stood. He’d go grab a snack and see what you were doing, he wasn’t up to anything. Heading upstairs John was almost positive you had gone to your bedroom to have a wank.

Entering the kitchen you weren’t there. John made his way down the hall, checking the first floor and seeing you weren’t there. Standing at the bottom of your shiny brown hardwood stairs he placed his hand on the railing that swirled at the end of the banister. Tapping his finger he could see your bedroom door was closed which you tended to leave open unless you needed privacy.

With a deep breath John quietly and slowly went up the stairs and once at the top he was pursing his lips. You weren’t downstairs, the bedroom door was shut, and John had left you in the lurch. You had to be taking care of yourself, John was convinced of it. Pressing his ear against the door his eyebrows shot to his hairline. He could hear a faint rhythmic buzzing on the other side of the door. It wouldn’t be wrong if he just watched for a second and then went back to his work. Would it?

Smirking widely John quietly turned the knob ready to catch you in the act. It drove him mad knowing you had gotten that worked up from giving him a blowjob. He’d be happy to watch you get yourself off and know you were all set; then he’d be able to get his work done with no distractions. Opening the door and creeping in John paused seeing you staring right at him.

You were standing at the foot of your bed brushing your teeth with your electric tooth brush. Your eyebrow was quirked and you were looking at John a bit annoyed yet amused. John felt his face flush because you had so clearly caught him sneaking into your room.

“Just needed-“ John pointed at his dresser trying to come up with an excuse.

“Just needed what?” You asked instantly around your tooth brush.

“Uh-“ Nothing was coming to mind as you stared at John like you’d caught him doing something naughty and he deserved a smack for it.

“Yeah, nothing. You’re being a perv and checking to see if I’m having a wank.” Taking your tooth brush from your mouth you used it to point at him.

“No I’m not.” John lied, his tone defensive. He looked like a fool standing halfway in the room with the door still covering part of his body.

“Really? So you swear you’re not creeping in here all quiet to sneak a peak?” Making your way to the bathroom you washed off your tooth brush and rinsed your mouth out.

John hadn’t answered your question so you went back into your room to see him completely naked. He was sitting in the middle of your king sized bed, legs kicked out, back resting against the pillows and head board, with a cocky smile. As soon as your eyes met his deep sea of blue, he was patting the bed, silently asking you to come join him. It was hard for your mind not to wander to how funny it must’ve looked as John’s scrambled out of his clothes and into bed.

“Thought you had work?” You quipped sarcastically, crossing your arms over your chest and popping your hip out.

“It can wait.” John shrugged and patted the bed again.

“Oh can it? I thought I could wait.” Your snarky response had John barking out a laugh.

“You going to keep being stubborn or let me fuck you like you clearly want?” The candor John spoke with had the bratty look on your face faltering.

“Oh, you’ve got another one in you?” You teased, making your way over to the edge of your king sized bed.

“Stop being a brat and come here.” This time John was a bit more stern with his tone but you could see he was having fun.

Slowly you made your way over to the barrel chested naked Brit and stripped as you did. John’s hungry eyes scanned your naked form as you crawled into bed from the foot of it. The way you were biting your lip with hooded eyes had John eager to see how worked up he’d left you. Your husband knew you well enough that your performance in his office was just your way of hooking him in to you and now you reeled him into your bedroom.

“You always get what you want, now don’t you?” John almost growled as you straddled his lap, hands reaching behind him to settle on your head board. This position had you shoving your tits in John’s hairy face. The same tits that had been covered in him cum not too long ago.

“It’s not hard when it comes to you.” Your breath was hot against Johns skin as you whispered in his ear.

Licking over your right pert nipple he latched on and began to suck. Settling into his lap John groaned feeling your sticky cunt glide across his hardened cock. Grabbing your hips his thumbs pressed into belly roughly as he pulled you away to get a better look at his lap.

“Quite the mess, darling.” John grinned looking at your sticky juices shining against his thickness.

“It’s your fault.” You murmured.

“It is my fault, let me take care of you since you did such a good job for me.” John looked up into your vixon like eyes his baby blues yearning for your body.

You had no clue what was coming next. The way John was planning on worshipping your body was his number one desire in this moment. Pulling up on your hips John had you kneeling tall as he shimmied down against the head board until he was flat on his back, with your sopping cunt only an inch from his mouth. He slid his arms down and around so his shoulder were at the back of your thighs and hands resting on the plush flesh of the tops of your thighs.

It had been too long since you road your husband thickly bearded face. Lowering yourself, you didn’t feel self conscious about sitting on John with your full weight. In fact you knew he would demand it if you didn’t. Being fully seated all you could see of John was his thick brown hair and sparkling blue eyes looking up at you.

“You look way too happy.” The giggle that followed transformed into a moan as John’s tongue slowly ran through your folds.

There was no pause after that, John set to work. His large calloused hands gripped your thighs tightly making the skin pinch and burn. He used his grip to rock you back and forth on his face, a silent order for you to do this on your own. With no hesitation you began to grind down while John’s tongue explored and lapped at anything and everything he could reach, until it was thrusting in and out of you. Your moans were louder since you had the house to yourself as you twisted slightly until you had the perfect angle. Every sway of your hips had your sensitive bundle of nerves knocking against John’s nose. You could never understand how he was able to breathe in this position and when asked, he always told you ‘I can breathe after your cum.’

Focusing on the way John’s tongue and mouth devoured you, you shut your eyes tight. The pleasure that was bubbling in your belly was getting you closer and closer to your release. John could feel you getting close from how your thighs tightened around his head. Moving slightly he was able to catch your puffy clit between his lip and began sucking with the pressure he knew made you ready to crawl out of your skin. The long, loud sinful moan you let out was music to John’s ears. He had you right on the edge and was ready to shove you right off of it. With a final tight suck John’s tongue rapidly flicked over your little bundle and then latched on again. One hand was massaging your left ass cheek while the other had swiftly reached up and pinched your nipple roughly.

The sudden stimulation on your rear, nipple, and clit sent your over the edge with the most pornographic moan. It felt like fireworks going off in your lower abdomen as you tightened and convulsed around nothing. Seeing and hearing you racked with such intense pleasure had John subconsciously thrusting up into the open air to find some friction. Before you were fully down from your high you let out a small shriek as John picked you up and man handled you onto your back.

You fell with your full weight backward into the soft sheets and in the blink of an eye John’s hairy body was pressed up against you forcing you into the mattress. You gasped as his lips connected with yours in a sloppy kiss of tongue and spit. Your juices that were coating his coarse beard were smearing across your own face as he devoured your mouth like he had just done to your over sensitive cunt.

“Fuck, you’re so fuckin’ hot.” John spoke against your mouth.

His hands were tightly groping your tits while he adjusted his hips. Skillfully he used his weight to thrust his hips forward and hook your knees over his thighs without using his hands. His cock perfectly slid between your body and was resting again your puffy lips. Breaking away from your mouth both your eyes shot down to the sinful sight of John huge cock resting against your cunt and lower belly. Taking his right hand away from groping your breast he grabbed himself and tapped the thick head against your clit. Pushing his hips forward his hairy balls pressed against your entrance and cock rested on your tummy, showing off just how thick and long he was.

“That’s how deep I’ll be, love.” The words came out as a smug overly arrogant declaration. He was silently bragging about how well endowed he was but you didn’t mind, you knew feeding into his ego would only get you more.

“Still don’t know how you make it fit.” Your little breathy comment had a dark chuckle falling from your husband lips. Looking up into your hooded eyes you saw just how confident that comment made John. He was oozing dominance and need for control; and you were happily passing him the reigns.

“Don’t worry, darling. It’ll fit and I promise I’ll have you cumming on it in no time.” John tapped his large member against you again emphasizing his point.

“Promise?” You asked with a coy, cheeky smirk.

“Promise.” John gave you a cute little peck to the lips like he did when leaving for work.

It felt erotic in this moment and you knew the next time he kissed you goodbye your mind would be playing this moment as you watched him leave. Cheeky bastard was doing what you’d done to him in the basement. Leaving you with something to remember him by when he wasn’t around; and of course he chose to do it right before he absolutely ruined you.

“Want me to be gentle?” John asked as he began to kiss down your jaw and lightly suckle on your pulse point in your neck. Reflexively his words had your hips bucking and grinding against his stiff cock.

“Ruin me John.” You whispered back only to receive a deep rumbling chuckle in return.

“Your wish is my command.” After the words escaped his lips his tongue licked a firm stripe up the side of your neck until his teeth gently bit down on your ear lobe. It left behind a cool sensation that soon made you shiver as he lightly blew on the area. The entire time he had been thrusting his large cock between your sticky lips.

“John, please.” You quietly begged needling him inside of you.

“Patience, darling.” John hummed as he kissed and sucked on your exposed skin.

Making his way down to the valley of your breasts he cupped each one and pressed them firmly against the sides of his face. John nipped and licked the supple flesh until he had to pull away for air. Being eye level with your perky nipples John roughly caught your right one in his mouth and began to suck harshly. His other hand pinched and tugged on the other causing a gasped choked moan to rip from your lips. He continued to lap at your breasts switching between the two and leaving your skin shinny from his saliva. It only spurred him on to feel your fingers in his hair while your other hand gripped his taunt muscular shoulder tightly.

“Please, John.” You begged as your breasts started to feel raw and over sensitive from the beard burn and rough groping.

“Your tits are perfect.” John mumbled more to himself before pulling away.

He left two gentle kisses to each of your nipples before leaning back on to his heels. His eyes roved down your body seeing the sticky mess of his saliva and your juices that had been in his beard left behind on your skin. With a cocky grin he smacked one of your tits to see it jiggle. The action stung in an amazing way and had you grinning at John’s playfulness. Then finally he moved his attention down to his aching cock that had been grinding against you this whole time.

“Rough?” John asked one more time to make sure you understood what you were getting yourself into.

“Rough.” You confirmed with a grin. Hand reaching down and grasping his thick length you began to pump your fist but were quickly stopped and caught by your wrists.

“Uh-uh. You’re not to lift a finger. Let me do the work.” John clicked with his tongue as if you had just been caught doing something naughty. Biting your lip you nodded obediently. John’s cocked eyebrows and the expecting look he cast down at you had you understanding what he was asking for.

“Yes, sir.” You purred seductively with a wide grin.

“Atta girl.” John smacked your other tit this time which had you both letting out a breathy laugh.

Finally you watched in anticipation as John’s stroked himself and then moved to sink into you. Your head rolled back and to the side as you felt the familiar burning stretch of John’s thickness entering you, and it was only just the fat bulbous head. Taking a sharp breath in, your hands fumbled until they grasped and twisted in the bed sheets as he sank deeper and deeper. John was going slow but never stopping to let you adjust. He knew you could handle it, his fragile wife was impressively good at taking a brutal fucking when she asked for one.

“Fuck~” John moaned as he held on to the tops of your thighs and bottomed out. He left himself there, fully inside your tightness and gently ran his finger tips up your sides to make you shiver; that always had your tight cunt quivering around him.

You missed feeling this full and stretched to your limit. Nothing was capable of making you feel this good besides John. How deep he could reach inside of you to the point it felt like he was in your throat. Being filled like this was making you sweat and pant.

John moved slowly to give you a chance to object to the position he was putting you in. The rough skin of hands caught you by the underside of your knees and pushed them forward until your thighs hit the soft linen and you were folded in half. He let out a dark chuckle loving how flexible you were and reminding himself he needed to renew the payment to that yoga class you loved so much. John bared his weight down pressing you firmly into the mattress and then pushing back on his toes so he was practically doing a push up.

“You asked for rough.” John reminded you and then used his entire body weight to begin fucking into you ruthlessly.

It went from nothing to everything in a moment. What you had been fantasizing about alone in your bed missing your husband was now a reality. The brutal thrusts and pace sent shockwaves up your spine and was like lightening in your veins. It burned in the most delicious way to feel John like this again. The loud moans you let out rang through your home as skin slapping and John’s grunts followed.

It felt suffocating how much force was being used to slam his cock in and out of you. The burning stretch of your legs and the feeling of being split in two was sending you to a dumb mindless space in your head. All your mind could focus on was how good having your cervix kissed by John’s cock head; and he kept it up for an impressively long time.

“Look at me.” John raspy voice had your eyes fluttering open as he continued to thrust with his whole body weight.

You could see a thin sheen of sweat coated across his hairy chest and dripping from his brow. The muscles in his ripped arms were beginning to quiver from the prolonged position. A dusty hue of pink had taken over John’s cheeks and became much darker under the tufts of wiry auburn hair on his bulging pecs.

Gazing into his soft blue eyes they told you what was on his mind before the words had escaped his lips.

“I love you.” The sentiment didn’t fit how rough and animalistic he was fucking into you but you could see how truly and deeply he meant it.

“I love you.” You whispered back a hiccuped moan quickly being forced out of you.

“I’ve missed you.” John brought his head down so his mouth was by your ear.

He moved onto his knees and used his shoulders to keep your thighs pushed forward. The words were just audible over the sound of his pace picking up, skin slapping echoing in the quiet room. His fingers laced into your hair keeping your head steady and staring up at him. The eye contact only made you feel like a live wire as he watched you break apart in his hold.

“So fuckin’ beautiful.” John muttered before capturing your lips in a hungry kiss.

“John~” You gasped feeling the way his pelvis smacked against your clit, giving you the friction you craved for seconds at a time. His name was muffled against his tongue in your mouth.

Your little gasps and pathetic moans were giving your husband the craving to ruin you like you had asked so sweetly. You two had been without the other for weeks now making this feel electric like most times you two were first intimate after a while. It had you both getting lost in the other, completely shutting out everything else in the world out. It was you two, in this raw, carnal moment.

“One second beautiful.” John kissed you on the mouth hard before getting off of you.

It was sudden to go from a mating press to now having the space to breathe properly and your legs back where they belonged. You whined at the loss of him pressing you into the mattress and now feeling empty. The loss of body heat made you shiver and instinctively close your legs and bring your hands up to cover your breasts. Your cunt already felt swollen and sore but you needed more, needed to cum again before John was finished with you.

Picking your head up you watched to see John roll off the bed then open your bedside drawer and pull out the black velvet box you two hid at the bottom. All the hair on your body stood on end realizing what John was about to grab. Out of instinct you let out a breathy moan, the thought was tantalizing.

“Roll over.” John smiled at you wickedly, pulling out the wand vibrator you two had invested in. He left the other toys in the box for another time.

You could hear the blood rushing in your ears and a throb in your lower abdomen caused by how hot you found your husband. The fact he wasn’t a man who felt challenged by sex toys but thought they added to the fun made you feel blessed. You listened without any hesitation, in fact you were eager to do so. Watching through the full length mirror in the corner of the room you saw the big bear of a man you were lucky to call yours grab two pillows and get on the bed.

Straddling your thighs John pushed them flush together, roughly pulled you by your hips so your ass was in the air and gave it a solid smack. The pillow was then slid under you where John expertly positioned the wand vibrator. He then placed the second on top to sandwich it between them and keep you nice and propped up for him. You appreciated this so the plastic wouldn’t be digging into your belly and you could be truly comfortable as you got plowed from behind.

Slowly John guided you down and made sure the smooth head of the vibrator was firmly pressed against the sweet bundle of nerves he loved to suck on. Before turning it on John admired the sight of your ass propped up and cunt sticky and begging to be stuffed. He took a moment to massage the flesh and land about half a dozen smacks to each cheek until you were yelping.

“Ready?” John asked in time as he smacked your ass a final time, leaving behind a fresh hand print. You yelped from the sting and before you could complain he smacked you hard enough to leave a bruise the vibrator was switched on.

“Oh fuck.” You gasped feeling the shock waves buzz against your clit and shoot lightening up your spine. Before you could adjust to the sensation of the highest setting of vibrations John was sinking into you again. The duel sensation was driving you crazy, it felt like you might just explode.

“Can feel it on my balls.” John shamelessly moaned loving how the tip of the wand stuck out between your thighs just enough. When he bottomed out it was pressed against his heavy balls.

Taking his left hand John gently ran his finger through your hair and lightly gripped the strands. Still having not moved his hips he tugged you gently so he could see the side of your face. A satisfied smirk graced his lips when he saw your eyebrows knit together and mouth hanging open. The vibrator was doing exactly what he needed and had you a babbling mess.

“John I’m so close.” You muttered somewhat embarrassed that less than a minute of your vibrator and John’s large cock unmoving inside you was going to send you over the edge.

“Let me fill you up then.” With those words you swore you died and went to heaven.

John let your hair go, grabbed your hips and fucked you like his life depended on it. You couldn’t hold back the screams of pleasure as your ass clapped against John’s frantic pace. Your lower back began to ache from how fast and rough John was being. The moans were being punched out of your lungs with each heavy thrust of this Greek god of a man. You watched through the full length mirror as John took you from behind.

His eyes were glued to the way your ass jiggled and you saw and felt his thumb lightly press on your little puckered hole. The way his eyebrows raised and jaw dropped as his thumb slipped in was the hottest thing you’d ever seen. Between the vibrations assaulting your swollen clit, John’s brutal pace and giant cock, you were done for. Your vision blurred and you didn’t even realize you were crying as you came so hard your entire body seized up. Without thinking you yanked the vibrators white wire making it turn off and giving you relief as over stimulation was not what you wanted at the moment.

“Fuck~” John gasped as you tightened around him making him stop mid thrust.

John swore he wasn’t able to move or pull his cock out as you locked him inside your warm vice grip. John didn’t think he was ready to cum yet but seeing your face twisted in pleasure through the mirror, ass up in the air, and the way his cock was half inside you and unable to push in or pull out, instantly made him bust. With so much force he released his load and was grunting out moan after moan. He was pulling out as soon as you began to loosen and flutter around him the tightness bordering on pain.

“Such a good fuckin’ lay.” John half grunted as he smacked your ass one last time and watched his white spend ooze out of you.

“I don’t think my legs work.” Your breathy giggle had John joining in with a deep proud chuckle. You playfully wiggled your ass that was propped up on the pillows.

After such an intense and lewd hour spent together your humor always prevailed. John grabbed your hips and lifted you back quickly causing you to let out a squeal. Your legs kicked in the air as you were tossed onto John’s side of the bed and he was soon snaking around you. Legs intertwining he held you close to spoon and whispered how much he adored you while caressing your arm.

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“Ice cream?” John’s voice had your eyes fluttering open.

You were tucked into bed with the comforter pulled up nice and high under your chin. The sheets smelled like your shampoo and rose water lotion from the rub down John gave you as some well deserved after care. After your very erotic time together John carried you to the bath and soaked there with you until the water got cold. He washed your hair for you and took the time to massage your scalp and whisper how much he missed you. The time was mainly spent catching up and reconnecting.

“Before dinner?” You joked getting the signature John Price smile where his cheeks looked round. Placing the bowl on your night stand he kissed your forehead lovingly.

“Nothing wrong with a treat every once in a while.” With that being said he lightly patted your bottom through the comforter and went back to his side of the bed.

Sitting up you noticed John had brought his paper work upstairs along with your work laptop. He also had a bowl of icecream sitting on his night stand, only his had a mountain of whipped cream, rainbow sprinkles, and caramel syrup on top.

“We still have to get things done, but might as well do it in bed together.” John handed you your laptop and you gave him a sweet smile.

He was shirtless and only in his black boxer briefs as he sat on top of the comforter next to you. Grabbing the remote he turned on the tv and popped on the show you two had been watching before he was deployed. You didn’t have the heart to tell him you already finished the season and every assumption he made was wrong. He grabbed his bowl of ice cream and dug in as the intro played and you joined him.

“You don’t think she’s going to marry him? No way she says yes once she claps eyes on him!” John exclaimed as the couple he hated the most from the trashy tv show popped up on screen. You could only chuckle feeling giddy your husband was back to his normal self. All it took was some quality time together and sugar.

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CT-Cassa: The great water crisis

Trigger:

Echo is taking a shower. Suddenly: "Pffffft-clunk." No water.

In the kitchen: Fives turns the tap – nothing.

Boil is in the middle of watering his plants.

In the washing machine: Hardcase screams because his favorite shirt gets stuck half-dry.

Panic spreads.

8:00 AM – Hallway-wide announcement

Fox is standing in front of the intercom on the ground floor.

His tone: strict.

"Water supply is interrupted in corridors 501st, 212th, Guard, Wolfpack, and all specialist corridors. No panic. No unnecessary movements.“

Hardcase: "I'M ALREADY IN A PANIC!"

8:10 AM – The realization

Kix (notoriously thirsty): "I... I need water. Now.“

Boil: "I need to water my plants."

Rex: "We need to ration ourselves.”

Clones = no water. 10 hallways = dry as Tatooine. Nervous breakdowns = in sight. You? Have no idea.

You:

make yourself a tea.

take a long shower and hum while doing so.

fill Mephisto's bowl.

water your plants.

blow up a green-blue kiddie pool on your small terrace.

Mephisto sits at the edge wearing sunglasses.

You dip your feet in and say: "That was the best impulsive online order of my life."

Meanwhile: In the hallways

Jesse is dying of thirst.

Fives secretly washes his hair with disinfectant gel.

Cody wrote an Excel spreadsheet about "water priorities."

Wrecker drags empty canisters down the hall.

Fox tries to sweat with dignity. Fails.

Tech: "Sensors show... moisture within a 20-meter radius."

Hunter: blinks "There." Scent of mint. And... chlorine?

 

Day 1 – Realization and Denial

Rex starts the day calm. “It’s just a temporary pipe issue. Maintenance’ll sort it.”

Kix is already sweating and furious: “I have medicinal needs. People will dehydrate.”

Fives, lying dramatically on the lobby floor: “This is how I go. Not in battle, but in a dry hallway. Tell my caf mug I loved her.”

Cody tries to rally the 212th: “No problem. We’ll ration. Focus. Breathe.” He sweats through his armor within 10 minutes.

212th improvises: they water their plant balcony with leftover shower buckets. The plants now get more hydration than the troopers.

104th keeps it together. Wolffe orders silent endurance. They begin conserving water like it’s a battlefield resource—measured sips, shared mist-sprays, minimal movement.

501st? Chaos. Jesse steals a melting bag of ice from the common freezer. Tup tries to make a cooling scarf out of wet socks. Hardcase starts a “Water War Journal” in crayon on the hallway wall.

Day 2 – Delusion and Meltdown

Clone group chat is pure heat-fried chaos:

“Rex declared martial law on the third floor.”

“Boost is hallucinating a rain god in the wall vent”

“If I hear Fives say ‘oasis’ one more time I’m kicking him down the stairs.”

Fives organizes a funeral for the last remaining ice cube in the building. Everyone attends. It’s emotional.

Jesse proposes building a distillation rig out of a dehumidifier and caf filters. It doesn’t work. Kix yells at him. They fight with wet dish towels.

212th tries a “guided hydration meditation.” It ends in tears and cactus theft.

Coruscant Guard posts signs: “WATER IS A LUXURY. DON’T ASK.”

Fox drinks from his helmet’s cooling system in front of everyone just to assert dominance.

Day 3 – Feral Mode

Rex hasn’t slept. He’s set up a “hydration checkpoint” with strict rations: 3 sips per clone. No exceptions.

Cody is no longer rational. He’s bargaining with plants. “Give me one drop of condensation and I’ll give you my spare armor.”

Tup starts seeing mirages. “Zee’s floor looks…sparkly.”

Kix starts measuring clone eye moisture as a last hydration source. “If you cry, I will harvest it.”

Wrecker: “You all look like roast nuna birds.”

Tech: “Statistically, you will begin to hallucinate within the hour.”

Crosshair: “I don’t sweat. You’re all weak.”

Hunter drinks recycled water from his own boot filter. Everyone screams.

Meanwhile… You

Just vibing.

Cold shower. Cold caf. A misted plant. A small fan.

You open your door one morning and find Fives on your welcome mat, whispering “Evaporate me” to your doormat.

Cliffhanger Moment

Jesse, passing your open kitchen window, hears a sound. A tap. Running water.

He freezes. Turns slowly. Drip. Drip. Drip.

His face goes pale. Then red. Then he screams:

“THE CIVVIE HAS WATER!”

Cue dramatic clone stampede. End scene.

 

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Funny How Time Slips Away - Chapter 2

Summary: By 2025, America is under an authoritarian dictatorship in an alternate dystopian future. To sustain the economy, one of the few tricks the government has permitted is biological advances allowing the biggest stars in entertainment to be cloned, trained, and sold to the masses as they once were before. At long last, Elvis Presley’s DNA is next to be developed and brought back to life. Melody Cunningham, a developmental biologist, questions over time if what Truman Laboratory and the government are doing is ethical. Risking her career and life, she must decide if enough is enough to help the new Elvis escape. Pairing: Elvis Presley x Melody Cunningham!Black!OFC WC: 5.4K+ Warnings: Authoritarian/dystopian society AU, smut smut smut A/N: Thank you to everyone for their kind words on this story and for engaging with it. I’m having a great time writing for an audience again! I hope you enjoy this one.

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Melody left the laboratory early in the morning, the cool winter air on her cheeks a welcoming feeling. For the last four hours of her shift, she kept replaying the way Elvis’s face looked in the throes of pleasure. She forced herself to be productive, leaving her notes on him unfinished to focus on the next lineup of celebrities that would replace the last five. She sighed as she squeezed her legs to find relief she wouldn’t receive until she was home.

As a relatively lowly and modest scientist, she resided in a split-level home. The basement was her makeshift studio apartment, the main level filled with a family with too many members in it stomping around, and the upper level above that of a married couple. To Melody, they were lucky to have the top floor but she assumed they also paid more. Her dank home required a dehumidifier to run consistently to keep the mold away. The owner of the home had done well to turn it into something relatively cozy and liveable with carpet and wallpaper, but the walls radiated coolness all the same and the ceiling creaked with movement. She slammed the door shut behind her, dropping her tote bag off to the shanty side table that had one leg held up by a paperback. Melody hung up her coat on the rack screwed into the wall, the weight of the day--or night, rather--wash away at last. Still, there was that ache and she wanted to resist giving Elvis the satisfaction he didn’t know he had.

Melody stepped on the back of her boot one after the other to slide them off, reaching back to the door to lock it. She glanced at her bedroom area which was divided by half a wall meant to be a partition between the quaint living room and kitchen. She screwed her mouth to the side as the swollen ache returned, her legs carrying toward her bed. Melody threw herself back onto the all too hard and thin mattress, reaching over into her nightstand for the one thing that could make her feel better. 

Her vibrator buzzed to life with a twist and her hand was shoved into her pants hurriedly. She groaned softly as she found purchase on her clit, her eyes shut as the vibrator was replaced with the idea of Elvis’s tongue. He wouldn’t know exactly what to do with but being the older of the two, Melody would guide him in the same way ‘Jenny’ had. She pictured a fistful of his hair in between the fingers of her free hand, a sigh escaping past her lips. Blue eyes bore into her, holding her gaze and her breaths came a little quicker as her climax wound up. The feeling was quick and harsh, her toes curling as her legs shook until she grew overly sensitive to her toy.

Panting, Melody let the shame wash over her for feeling anything toward a subject. Let alone an inexperienced young man. Her eyes opened as the fantasy dissipated into nothingness, staring up at wooden beams. 

Fuck.

Nothing good could come from viewing Elvis in the way she just did and for the rest of the night, she focused on making dinner and watching a show on her laptop. She was doing a piss poor job lately of shoving down what she believed to be a net negative. 

Melody didn’t see Elvis until the end of the week, once again checking his vitals in person. He more than once requested her company but had been turned down after a game of telephone. His first on-stage appearance was coming up in a matter of weeks and to save all their necks, everything had to be perfect. She entered his home, the heavy door shutting behind her with a click. His housing quarters were a bit warmer than she expected thanks to the old-fashioned space heaters Elvis turned on. 

She found him seated at his piano, playing a few keys but not quite drumming out a tune. He was in a much more colorful short-sleeved shirt for the day--green--with lacy floral patterns that showed bits of his skin here and there. Elvis turned at his waist, looking over his shoulder at Melody. His mouth formed a crooked smile and he scooted over, patting the bench at his side.

“Come sit, Mel. I’ve been practicin’ for the upcomin’ show. It’s not perfect and I know I won’t be playin’ much piano, but maybe I-I can in the future.” Elvis stammered, rambling out his thoughts. His eyes briefly dipped toward the V-neck of her shirt and the cleavage there.

Melody pursed her lips together because she couldn’t be too rigid with him. She would be a liar to say she didn’t like to be doted on. He had no clue what she was feeling and neither was it his fault. Melody obliged him, placing her tablet onto one of the drab cushioned seats. She shrugged out her lab coat because she might pass out if she kept it on between it and her deep red long-sleeved cotton-knit shirt and polyester dress pants. Joining Elvis’s side, their arms brushed one another.

“And how are you feeling today, Elvis?” Melody asked conversationally, watching his long fingers glide over the keys. 

“Well, I had a date earlier this week that was, um, eventful. I’m guessin’ you saw. Like everything else I do.” He answered carefully, his attention back to his playing. 

Melody examined his expression thoughtfully, watching the hue of color sprout onto his cheeks. He was still so young, she thought. His shyness would have been adorable under any other normal circumstances. They were in a lab where he was grown in a test tube and watched every second of his life. Curating what the real Elvis did and became was like trying to catch lightning in a bottle. Melody licked her lips and she raised a fingertip to drag it over the smooth white outer casing of the piano. 

“What you did… I can’t say anything negative about it. You have needs. We all do,” Melody paused, choosing her words carefully. “How does it make you feel that I saw what happened?”

Elvis’s brows scrunched up together and his fingers stopped their improvisation. 

“I want to be alone a lot of the time for the sake of privacy. I don’t like it when there’s no one here with me,” Elvis lifted his head to look at Melody. “But, I-I can’t seem to shake the weird feeling that I did somethin’ dirty. That everyone saw me do it. That’s on y’all to watch, but I want to be on my own someday.” He confessed.

Melody searched his eyes as he did to her, a mirror of one another. Elvis wasn’t the first to complain about being stuck in the lab. They were given time to use other parts of the Training Wing. Sometimes it wasn’t enough. They were caged animals being tested on, viewed to be without thoughts and feelings.

“You were made to be this larger-than-life thing and we have to perfect that.” She answered.

“I’m not a thing and can you quit giving me whatever script they keep you on? What do you think? When am I supposed to feel better about being manufactured?” Elvis grimaced. His anger wasn’t truly directed at Melody. There was no one else to take it on at the moment and he valued her insight and criticisms alike. That didn’t mean he knew how to rein in his frustration.

“I have to be mindful about saying what I think. You know this,” Melody urged softly, reaching for Elvis’s hand. She knew he would appreciate the touch. His mouth set into a pout and he drew their hands up to kiss the back of her hand. Elvis held his lips there in thought, glancing at her as the tension wrinkled his brow. “I care about you and your happiness. I can’t control the outcome of my job. Creating you and giving you purpose has been everything I hoped you would be. I wish I could make you happy.”

“What if I want a family? What if I want to be normal like you?” Elvis’s face contorted, anguish written all over it. “What if I’m not meant to be the old me again? Y’all won’t even tell me what happened to the other me and how he died.” 

“We’re under strict rules, Elvis. Rules that extend far beyond these walls. They should have discussed this in your education,” Melody sighed, getting tired of her glacial responses. “I think if you give it time, you’ll come to like being Elvis Presley.”

“I sure as shit hope so. I’ve been playing with a couple of the guys and sometimes they tell me about how excited people are,” he lowered their hands onto his thigh, his foot bouncing up and down. “It’s a lot of songs to cover. I told them I’m only doing ten max for the show because I’ll forget the words if we keep pushin’ to do more.”

“They’ll want you to release and record more than just the old songs,” Melody whispered playfully, wanting Elvis to lighten up.

“Will you be there?” Elvis asked, playing with her fingers. 

“I can try to be, but normally you’d be out of our hands when the time came. It’s an odd arrangement and handover. Let’s just play it by ear.” Melody attempted again. This time she broke the boundary herself, leaning over to press a kiss on Elvis’s cheek. He lifted his head to meet her eyes, his blood pumping a little faster at the contact. Melody didn’t often reciprocate Elvis’s affections and over the past year, he learned to accept it in the best way he knew how. 

“I know I’m not supposed to--” Elvis began.

“Don’t,” Melody whispered, pulling away to stand. She could feel it in her bones what he was going to try to say and what she refused to hear. Elvis had first loves when he was young but for the sake of everyone else that was meant to enjoy his authenticity, that couldn’t be the case. She couldn’t be the case for him. Melody wiped her palms against her pants, the friction a welcome feeling as she glanced toward one of the few cameras perched in a corner. 

“You didn’t know what I was about to say,” Elvis followed, his arms hanging at his sides. 

“You forget that I’m older than you. I’ve lived life to know what you were about to say.” Melody shook her head, shaking out her hands.

“I think if my DNA is from oh so goddamn long ago that I’m the older one here. That’s beside the point, Mel. I-I can’t help what I’m feelin’. It’s tearin’ me up. You’ve been avoidin’ it for months now.”

“Stop talking, Elvis, please,” Melody begged, turning to him with a dour look in her eyes. Elvis opened then shut his mouth, a hard look forming on his face and she knew they were crossing into yelling territory for him. Either that or the silent treatment. Elvis sat down on the couch where she left her things, pursing his lips.

“Do what you have ta and just go. At least schedule for me to go to the music room when we’re done.” He grumbled. 

Melody held back her wince as his disappointment festered into the space. She strongly disliked his sour moods. She shut off the part of her brain that wanted to apologize and make him feel good to simply go back to her job.

⇩

“Alright everyone,” Randall announced to the lab boisterously. “I’ve got tickets for Elvis’s show at the Kennedy Center if you want them. They’ve been so graciously provided by Elvis Presley Enterprises in collaboration with Truman Labs and the Regime. First come, first serve.”

Melody huffed, looking up from her desk where her attention was drawn from. She had obvious reasons for disliking the open floor office arrangement, not a single real cubicle in sight throughout the lab. 

For the better interest of everyone, she passed on her check-ins with Elvis to one of the lower team members. She tried not to check the recordings once she was sure Elvis was acting spitefully. The notes from a few weeks before--just after Melody turned Elvis down--showed he requested another sex worker specifically of her complexion. She tried to repress just how shocked and irritated she found the whole thing to be. Melody did it to herself as she walked along the halls on her rounds to check everyone else’s progress, the video from the overnight shift attached as a file. 

This was the fourth time he was seen by one of the sex workers and the third woman. Her name was noted as ‘Deborah’. She was dressed a little more casually than her counterparts had been, in curve-hugging shorts and a form-fitting horizontally striped T-shirt. Her hair was carefully styled, deep black bumped waves and curls sitting just at her shoulders. The pair danced to records in Elvis’s bedroom, swaying from side to side, and after about twenty minutes he was taking her hand toward the bed. 

“I wanna try somethin’ I’ve been practicin’. You’ve got to tell me if you like it or not, okay?” Elvis asked, directing her to sit on the edge. Deborah parted her smooth legs, tipping her chin to her chest as she looked up at Elvis. 

“What have you got in mind?” She hummed, reaching forward for his trousers. He laughed as he gently pushed her hands away and shook his head dismissively. 

Elvis was a pleaser and since he had discovered the joys of sex firsthand, he originally started with Jenny in his exploration of female anatomy. Sometimes Melody wondered how it may have conflicted with his belief of the Bible though there wasn’t necessarily a church for him to praise inside of or Gladys Presley to scold him. The video continued with Elvis between Deborah’s legs this time around and Melody could swear his eyes drifted up to the nearest camera, a smirk plastered on his face as he helped her undress. He placed her clothes onto the unused leather armchair and turned back, his erection in full view below the surface of his pants. 

Melody bit down on the inside of her cheek as she watched Elvis hover over Deborah, his palms on either side of her while they kissed. She grabbed a hold of his face with both hands, her manicured nails shining under the light. Elvis moaned softly, flicking his tongue at her lips before pressing kisses down the center of her well-endowed breasts. Melody looked down at her own and scrunched up her nose. Elvis kissed from left to right along her stomach and down to the thatch of hair above her sex. He groaned as he slid down onto his knees in front of her, digging his fingers into his thighs to yank her closer.

Deborah’s legs hung off his shoulders, her toned calves held by her toes. She lifted her head in mild surprise but looked as sexed out as Melody hoped to feel. Maybe as much as Elvis wanted to imagine making her feel, too. Melody tried to begin walking again during her rounds, peering into subject number one’s quarters. Deborah’s moans caught her attention, a full head of hair between her legs. Melody changed the camera angle and she let out a shaky sigh as the ache between her legs became uncomfortable. 

Elvis was in full control, his boyish glee lost and replaced with a confident, aroused young man who was after what he wanted. He watched Deborah’s every twitch, breath, and convulsion as his tongue worked wildly against her. The cameras didn’t get a full view of his mouth but one could use their best educated guess. Deborah panted, dropping a hand into Elvis’s greased hair as he pressed forward into her. Her legs began quaking and she threw her head back into the bed. 

Melody turned off the tablet before she could watch Elvis fuck the woman, continuing her walk down the hall with annoyance building in her chest. Since then, Elvis asked to see her and refused to have his vitals checked. The Training Wing team members nipped it in the bud with threats Melody never cared to hear about.

“Ticket?” Randall said, having come to stand in front of her desk. He was holding out one of the few tickets. Melody stood up as she broke free from her thoughts and the load of paperwork she was signing off on.

“Um, I don’t know. I feel like he’s not particularly happy with me,” she excused, slowly taking the ticket. It was printed out like something that could be found in the fifties but much sturdier. 

“You can’t not go,” Randall scoffed at the idea. “You know he gets into these moods. He would regret making you feel like you can’t show. We all know how much he wants you to be there. He’s just exhausted. Soften up on the boy just a smidge.” 

Melody pressed her lips together, showing she didn’t like the idea. Randall’s eyes softened, displaying a sort of understanding that they weren’t supposed to admit aloud. Sometimes she wondered if her promotion over a year ago, above everyone else within the lab, was because of her empathy. She never could fully hide it even if she thought of herself as hardened. She thumbed at the ticket as she held it between her hands and sighed.

“Alright, I guess I’ll see him at the show,” Melody said.

⇩

The nerve-racking part about a subject's first outing into the world was how overwhelming it could potentially be. They might find the potential freedom to be too much after over a year in captivity or the expectations to be too high. Melody worried about every aspect when it came to Elvis. Colonel Tom Parker might have been six feet under but usually an actor or musician’s new manager and team consisted of military members with experience in the entertainment industry. Eyes would be on them under the guise of typical fame and celebrity besides the Regime carefully breathing down their neck. 

Melody arrived at the Kennedy Center nearly an hour before the show was meant to start. She spent too much time perfecting her hair and outfit to want to stay still. Deep down she wanted to speak to Elvis and let him know she came just for him. The dress she spent too much of her savings on was also just for him. The champagne-colored silk fabric left her shoulders out, covering the remainder of her while leaving nothing else to the imagination as it hugged her body. She didn’t know realistically whether or not she would get to see Elvis. The last time they spoke was when she turned him down because of the cameras in the lab. Being at the Kennedy Center was slightly less under surveillance. She walked in alongside uniformed men and women and the rest were Plain Jane civilians who could afford the tickets. 

Melody exhaled as she found her seat on the lower level floors, her heels clicking as she walked, not surprised to see just how close to the stage she was. Truman Labs wanted to keep their people happy and sometimes it wasn’t a raise they received but instead an evening out among the same people they hated. The majority of the audience had yet to file in so as Elvis’s little band of men set up and performed sound checks, he wasn’t on stage and rather peeking his head out to scan what little crowd there was so far. As Melody was shuffling into her mostly empty row, his eyes spotted her first. Within a couple of minutes, a dressed down military member in only their dress shirt and tie tucked into their button-up sporting a headset and clipboard was signaling for her attention. Melody looked around, paranoid that she had done something though she was far from being a vagabond. 

“Madame, can you come with me?” He asked politely.

“Me?” Melody asked warily, standing slowly. She gripped her sparkly clutch and started walking out of the row. When she was closer, he nodded and leaned in close, moving the microphone of his headset from his mouth.

“It’s Mr. Presley. He says that he knows you and wants you to come backstage.” The stagehand nodded again, turning on his heel for her to follow. 

Her heart started racing knowing Elvis had seen her after all. Very sneaky of him since she didn’t have the chance to notice. What was she going to say, ‘break a leg’? Her curtailed feelings weren’t as tapered as she thought. Despite everything, she wanted to be close to him and to give him the normalcy he craved. Her thoughts were going a hundred miles per minute until her escort knocked on the dressing room door.

“Come in,” called Elvis.

Her escort, whose name tape read Draxton, opened the door for her and she smiled politely as she stepped inside. The dressing room looked the same as any other, lacking the same feeling of elsewhere that the Regime was watching at all times. Melody’s eyes took in the room, a seating section off to her right and racks of clothes for Elvis behind it. He was seated across the room in the chair in front of the vanity. Their eyes met in the reflection of the mirror. The door shut with a click and it became unbelievably palpable that they were finally alone. That took her off guard but she was happy to see they had true privacy.

“You look… Wow, you look just beautiful,” Elvis started, rising from his chair. He was dressed in the same fifties look he would have normally been wearing back at the lab, all black from the jacket, pants, shirt, and striped tie. It wasn’t Melody’s favorite era but fuck, he knew how to wear his clothes. A couple of his fingers were covered in rings now too, accentuating the length of them. “I can’t believe you came. I’m a ball of nerves. I’m ‘fraid everyone is gonna call me a fake or hate the show.” He admitted.

“Thank you, Elvis,” Melody stepped further into the room though Elvis was closing the distance between them. “You’ll feel right at home before you know it. One thing I can tell you is that the original Elvis would feel the same way. It’s why he kept moving, so maybe think of that. Just enjoy and trust yourself.”

Elvis hummed as if he weren’t listening, placing a hand on her waist. He stood over her even with heels and she felt a little smaller and vulnerable being alone with him. Not because she was afraid of what he would do. She was open to him more than she had been in the lab.

“There’s no cameras here,” Elvis muttered, his chin dropping to his chest to catch her eyes.

“That we know of.” Melody protested weakly. She breathed a little heavier as the hand holding her clutch came to rest on Elvis’s arm. He dropped his head lower, pressing a kiss to her temple and down to her cheek. How could he be such a ladies’ man even then? Melody’s breath caught in her throat and her want simmered. 

“We have a little under an hour,” Elvis whispered against her skin. “Everyone’s off runnin’ ‘round like a chicken with its head cut off. We can lock the door.” He said in between kisses, reaching her neck. When the tip of his tongue grazed there, she felt her resolve crumbling. 

“Elvis,” she whispered, using the moment to deny him. She wasn’t pulling away and he knew she felt somewhat safe enough to give herself over to him. Elvis pulled away, taking her clutch for her as he stepped around her. He placed it on the side table between the armchair and couch on his way to the door, twisting the small lock there on the back of the doorknob. “There will be others.”

“What do you mean?” He strolled back over, slipping his arm around her waist to lead her to the waiting couch. Elvis took her closest hand to press a kiss to her knuckles.

“You’ll meet and want other women,” she excused, a poor attempt at refuting her arousal.

“Not when it ain’t forced onto me. The other times I was bein’ a bit of a little shit. Thought you might get jealous.” Elvis admitted shyly as they sat. From then on, he wasn’t touching her in some way and leaving kisses in his wake.

“You think I didn’t notice?” Melody laughed. The sound faded as his hand rested on her thigh, sliding down to the hem and underneath it.

“I can show ya, make you feel good. Show my gratitude for you and everything you’ve done for me. I want you, Mel. Don’t you want me? You can tell me the truth now.” Elvis breathed, latching his mouth onto the side of her neck.

They were crossing and disrupting far too many ethical guidelines that she thought she was above. Melody felt herself moaning and couldn’t believe it was her making the sound at all. The last man she had been with was well over two years ago after a year-long relationship. She was so deeply invested in her job that she left no other time to engage with any other man. 

“I… I want you. I’ve wanted you for too long. But, I’m not supposed to do any of this. It’s in my contract.” She whispered. 

“Fuck the contract. That’s all I needed to hear.” Elvis grunted. 

He pulled back and brought a hand up to her jaw, directing her eyes to his. She could have moaned from that alone seeing his dominant side come through. He pressed his lips to hers in a harsh kiss, wanting and needing it beyond Melody’s understanding. She turned her body toward him and he caressed a hand along her calf before swinging her legs fully up into his lap. Melody deepened the kiss herself and Elvis curled his tongue around hers, the two of them becoming famished for the other. How much time had they wasted? Melody could have exploded with how content and turned on she was to have Elvis want her as much as she did him. One second they were sitting upright, then lying back the next. Elvis moved over Melody, changing where he was positioned to move between her legs. His fingers slid beneath her dress again, drawing it up to make room for him and expose her cotton thong beneath. His thumb found its way to her clit, circling gently as they continued kissing. 

“Elvis,” she breathed. “I think we’re past foreplay.” Melody broke away, reaching to undo the belt at Elvis’s waist and draw his trousers and underwear down. His fingers slid to her slit where she was more than wet, the fabric of her underwear completely ruined. Elvis sucked in a breath as his fingertips were covered with her arousal, drawing them back up to his lips to taste her. 

“Goddamn,” he muttered. “Whatever you say, honey.” He was nodding, dropping his eyes to watch Melody’s hands free his cock from its confines. Melody’s mouth watered seeing his uncut dick hang heavily in front of her and Elvis sunk, bullying his hips between her legs. She removed her hand from him to pull her thong aside as he held the base of his cock. Elvis watched with parted lips as he rubbed the head against her.

“Go on. You won’t hurt me,” she promised, clasping a hand on the back of her neck. The touch snapped him out of whatever trance he was in as he met her eyes again, saying everything and nothing. He kissed her again, a little gentler before as if realizing she wasn’t going anywhere, and pressed forward to slide into her. The stretch for Melody was a lot after a years-long dry spell and Elvis wasn’t exactly small either. She whimpered into his mouth, pressing her head back into the arm of the couch as he filled her. 

“Melody,” Elvis hissed. 

She forgot it was the first time he was having sex without a condom. Worse, that’s exactly how she liked it and needed him most. Melody wanted to feel every part of him that no other woman had the chance to taint.

“Elvis,” came a knock at the door and a male’s voice. “We need you for a soundcheck here soon.” The knock came a second time at the dressing room door. Melody tensed and tightened up around Elvis but that didn’t stop him. He pumped into her, unrushed as if someone wasn’t at the door looking for him. Elvis sighed, bracing a hand on the back of the couch and leaning on his forearm with the other next to Melody’s head.

“You have to stop,” Melody whispered.

“No, the door’s locked,” Elvis grumbled, stealing a kiss. “Just try not to moan too loud,” Elvis said slowly before smirking. His hand moved to cover Melody’s mouth just as she was about to ask how that would be possible. Elvis bucked into her a bit more hurriedly, the head of his cock driving its way into her G-spot time and time again. She whimpered out against his palm, her eyes squeezing shut as she hooked her leg over the back of his. His clothes were still half on, giving her something to grip onto. Elvis reached between them to lift the hem of his shirt to keep it from getting any of their fluids onto it. His hips pounded into Melody needily, breathing harshly out of his nostrils. “Gimme ten minutes, man! I’ll be out soon.” He finally called back. 

Whoever was at the door must have taken the answer at face value and left. Melody’s first orgasm was already building, like a balloon filling with air ready to pop. Elvis dragged his hand away from her mouth when he felt the coast was clear, settling for holding her jaw.

“Look at me, honey. Are you gonna come? I want you to come. You’re so wet for me. I don’t think I’ll last much longer. You come in here with this dress on and make it hard ta stand up as soon as I see you.” Elvis grunted. Melody swallowed hard, gasping and completely enthralled by his dirty talk. 

“Right there. Don’t move. Oh, my God, Elvis. I’m gonna come. Please, please.” She preened, not sure what she was begging for when Elvis did exactly as she asked. Her legs tightened around him as she shook, trembling with her climax that was out of her hands as Elvis drove into her, hit after hit buried into where she came undone. Melody cried out louder than she meant to, wishing they could afford a second and third orgasm together as she rode out the first one.

“Oh, my God, Mel. Where do you want me ta…?” Elvis asked nervously, his voice layered with want for a very specific outcome. He dropped his head to kiss her exposed neck again, nipping and biting by then. Elvis gripped a hold of her waist then slid his hands to her butt for a handful.

“Inside me, please come inside of me,” Melody moaned. A couple of pumps later Elvis coughed out a final moan of his own at her ear, twitching inside of her as his seed filled her to the brink. 

“Oh, shit.” Elvis panted, doing less to hold up his weight as he caught his breath. He turned his head just enough below Melody’s chin for the sake of fresh air and she raised a hand to smooth his messy hair as they rode the aftershocks of what they had just done.

“How’re we gonna figure this out?” Melody swallowed down air, staring up at the ceiling.

“Hell if I know,” Elvis mumbled, letting his eyes close. “Let’s not think about it. Part a my dreams just came true.” He chuckled.

And that left Melody with the worst feeling, the seed of wanting Elvis to herself against the will of everyone and everything else working against them. What the hell was she thinking? How would they be together when the image of them alone didn’t fit the bill?

“Okay,” she answered meekly, her head filled with unrealistic ideals.

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A Guide to developing good cleaning habits when living on your own:

Step one (1): move into an apartment with a bug problem so bad that months of pest control and constant cleaning won’t get rid of it!

Step two (2): date someone who’s apartment has such bad moister control that the office had to have people come in to clear out black mold then had to stick a huge dehumidifier in each room so keep it from happening.

Outcome!

A bulletproof cleaning routine! The apartment is always spotless!

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Can skylights help reduce mold and mildew in a home?

Mold and mildew aren't just eyesores; they can also pose health risks and cause long-term damage to your home. If you've been struggling with these unwanted guests, you might wonder if there's a solution that goes beyond the usual cleaning and dehumidifying. Enter skylights—a stylish and functional addition to your home that can also play a role in reducing mold and mildew. Let's dive into how skylights can help improve your home's indoor environment and how Lastime Exteriors can guide you toward a brighter, healthier living space.

How Mold and Mildew Thrive Indoors

Mold and mildew thrive in dark, damp environments. Bathrooms, basements, and kitchens are often the biggest culprits since they have higher humidity levels. Poor ventilation and limited natural light can create the perfect conditions for mold growth. When these fungi grow, they release spores into the air, leading to respiratory issues and allergies for many people. Finding a solution that targets the root cause is essential.

How Skylights Combat Mold and Mildew

Skylights aren't just for aesthetics; they can significantly impact your home's indoor air quality. Here’s how:

1. Boosting Natural Light

Mold and mildew love dark spaces. By installing skylights, you introduce more natural light into your home, especially in areas that don't typically receive enough sunlight. Natural light is one of the best natural disinfectants and helps create an environment where mold and mildew struggle to survive. More sunlight means fewer shadows where these fungi can thrive.

2. Enhancing Ventilation

Some skylights have ventilation options, allowing you to let fresh air into your home. Proper ventilation reduces moisture levels, one of the primary contributors to mold and mildew growth. By promoting air circulation, skylights help keep humidity levels in check, reducing the chances of mold spores settling and spreading.

3. Reducing Humidity

Skylights can help manage indoor humidity levels by improving the airflow and allowing moist, stale air to escape. This is particularly useful in bathrooms and kitchens where moisture builds up quickly. When effectively controlling the moisture in these spaces, you lessen the likelihood of mold and mildew growth.

4. Creating a Healthier Environment

With the increased natural light and better airflow that skylights provide, you create a living space that looks brighter, more inviting, and healthier. Reduced mold and mildew mean fewer allergens and irritants in the air, making your home more comfortable.

Choosing the Right Skylight for Your Home

Not all skylights are created equal. When considering skylights for mold and mildew reduction, you'll want to think about the following factors:

1. Location

Where you install the skylight matters. Bathrooms, kitchens, and basements are often the best places since they are more prone to moisture buildup. By strategically placing skylights in these areas, you can maximize their effectiveness in reducing mold and mildew.

2. Ventilation Features

Opt for skylights that offer ventilation options, such as vented skylights. These can be manually operated or motorized to open and close, allowing you to control airflow in your home. On warmer days, opening the skylights can help expel humid air and bring in fresh air.

3. Glass Coatings

Some skylights come with special coatings that can help reduce heat and glare while allowing plenty of natural light into your home. This can be particularly useful in managing indoor temperatures and preventing excessive heat that could contribute to moisture issues.

Why Choose Lastime Exteriors for Your Skylight Installation?

When it comes to installing skylights that truly transform your home, you need a trusted partner with expertise and experience. That's where Lastime Exteriors comes in.

At Lastime Exteriors, we don't just install skylights; we provide solutions tailored to your home's specific needs. Our team has extensive experience recommending and installing the right skylights to help reduce mold and mildew in your living spaces. We'll assess your home to determine the best skylight placement, style, and ventilation options to maximize natural light and airflow.

The Benefits of Working with Lastime Exteriors

Expert Guidance: Our professionals will guide you through every step, from choosing the right skylight design to ensuring proper installation.

Quality Materials: We use only high-quality skylights built to last, ensuring you get the most out of your investment.

Customized Solutions: Your home is unique, and so are its needs. We tailor our skylight solutions to fit your specific requirements, whether a bathroom needs more ventilation or a kitchen that could use a touch of natural light.

Brighten Your Home and Protect Your Health

Installing skylights can be a game-changer in your fight against mold and mildew. Not only do they enhance the aesthetic appeal of your home, but they also create an environment that’s less inviting to these unwanted invaders. With Lastime Exteriors, you can enjoy a brighter, healthier home and peace of mind knowing you've taken a proactive step toward improving indoor air quality.

Ready to Light Up Your Home?

If you're ready to explore how skylights can help reduce mold and mildew in your home, now's the perfect time to take action. Let Lastime Exteriors guide you toward the ideal skylight solution tailored to your needs. Visit us online or call (402) 330-0911 with any questions. Want a free estimate? Email us at tony@lastimeroofing.com today! Let's make your home a brighter, healthier place to live.

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Doing my periodic mildew check on the old books (ya gotta if you live by redwoods and cannot have dehumidifiers going 24/7) and opened up a Complete Works of Shakespeare I got as a gift in high school and there is a printed out!! Quick guide to the Wars of the Roses in it that was put together by the Richard III Society!!!! Did my teacher give us this? Was she a society member?!?! Amazing.

Also EM Forster collection had a Pinky and the Brain bookmark in it.

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Ceiling Water Damage Repair: When to Call a Professional in The Colony, TX

Introduction

Water damage can be a homeowner's worst nightmare, especially when it involves the ceiling. In The Colony, TX, where sudden storms and plumbing issues are not uncommon, understanding how to address ceiling water damage is crucial. This guide will explore everything you need to know about Ceiling Water Damage Repair: When to Call a Professional in The Colony, TX. We’ll cover the signs of water damage, the repair process, costs associated with repairs, and when it's best to call in the experts.

Understanding Ceiling Water Damage What Causes Ceiling Water Damage?

Ceiling water damage often arises from several sources. Here are some common culprits:

Leaking Roof: Heavy rain or hail can compromise your roof's integrity. Burst Pipes: A sudden pipe burst can lead to rapid water accumulation. Condensation: Poor insulation can cause moisture build-up leading to leaks. Overflowing Toilets or Sinks: These incidents can seep through walls and into ceilings. HVAC Issues: Malfunctioning air conditioning units can produce excess moisture. Signs of Ceiling Water Damage

Noticing early signs of water damage on your ceiling can save you from costly repairs later on. Look for:

Discoloration or yellow stains Peeling paint or wallpaper Sagging ceilings Mold growth Dripping water

If you notice any of these signs, it’s time to act swiftly.

The Importance of Water Damage Inspection The Colony TX Why Schedule an Inspection?

A thorough inspection by a qualified professional is essential for identifying the extent of water damage and potential hazards like mold growth.

What Happens During an Inspection?

During a water damage inspection in The Colony, TX:

Professionals assess visible damage. They use tools like moisture meters to detect hidden moisture. They evaluate structural integrity. They provide recommendations for repair and restoration. Water Damage Restoration The Colony TX: Steps Involved Initial Assessment

The restoration process begins with an assessment by professionals who specialize in water damage cleanup water damage restoration services.

Water Removal Process

In situations involving standing water or flooding:

Emergency water extraction services are employed. All standing water is removed using pumps and vacuums. Drying and Dehumidification Services

After removing all visible water, drying becomes the next critical step:

- Industrial dehumidifiers are used.

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Important Tools Every Homeowner Needs for Minor Flood Repair Works

When it concerns handling small flood repairs, proactive homeowners understand that having the right tools on hand can make all the difference. Whether it's an unexpected rainstorm that leaks water into your basement or a pipes accident that leaves you rushing, being prepared can conserve you time, cash, and stress. In this detailed guide, we'll explore the essential tools every homeowner requires for small flood repair work, providing insights into their usages and importance.

Understanding Water Damage: An Overview What is Water Damage?

Water damage refers to the damage brought on by water infiltrating materials such as wood, drywall, and insulation. It can lead to substantial structural issues if not addressed quickly. This damage may happen from numerous sources, consisting of:

Natural disasters like floods Plumbing issues, such as leakages or burst pipes Appliance failures, including washing devices or dishwashers Is Water Damage Recoverable?

Absolutely! Lots of property owners question whether water damage is recoverable. https://localwaterdamagemitigationmckinneytxtips.hpage.com/post1.html The response largely depends upon how rapidly you act. Quick intervention can typically salvage affected locations, however neglecting the circumstance can lead to permanent damage.

Essential Tools Every Property owner Needs for Minor Flood Repairs

Having the right tools is vital when dealing with any kind of water damage. Here's a detailed look at what you require in your toolkit:

1. Wet/Dry Vacuum

A wet/dry vacuum is an invaluable tool for eliminating standing water from floors and carpets. They can be found in numerous sizes and are designed specifically for both damp and dry messes.

How to Use a Wet/Dry Vacuum? Ensure safety by switching off electrical home appliances nearby. Begin vacuuming from the edges of the afflicted area moving towards the center. Empty the vacuum tank frequently to preserve suction power. 2. Dehumidifier

After drawing out excess water, it's important to lower wetness in the air to prevent mold growth. A dehumidifier assists eliminate humidity effectively.

What's the Best Way to Utilize a Dehumidifier? Place it in the most afflicted area. Close doors and windows to take full advantage of efficiency. Check water levels frequently and empty as needed. 3. Fans and Air Movers

Circulating air accelerate drying time substantially. High-powered fans or air movers can assist dry walls and floors more efficiently.

Fan Placement Tips: Position fans dealing with walls or surface areas that are damp. Create cross ventilation by opening windows if possible. Assessing Water Damage: Do I Need to Replace Drywall If It Gets Wet?

Wet drywall can be particularly problematic given that it soaks up moisture quickly.

When Needs to You Change Drywall?

You may wonder whether you need to change drywall after direct exposure to water:

If it's been soaked for more than 24 hours Signs of mold development appear Swelling or sag

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“Leak Recovery Strategies: How to Dry Out a House After a Leak”

Introduction

Water leaks in a home can produce havoc, resulting in considerable structural damage, mold growth, and loss of personal belongings. Whether it's from a burst pipe, heavy rainfall, or flooding, knowing how to recuperate your home https://squareblogs.net/broughqycg/rebuilding-decisions-should-you-rebuild-after-a-flood effectively is vital. This short article will check out thorough leakage healing strategies that include drying out your home successfully after an event. With practical advice and in-depth steps, we intend to guide you through the entire procedure so that you can restore your home to its previous glory.

Leak Recovery Techniques: How to Dry a Home After a Leak

When faced with water damage, lots of homeowners question, How do you recover a home from flooding? The initial step is acknowledging the severity of the scenario. Depending upon the kind of leak you're dealing with-- be it from internal plumbing problems or external ecological aspects-- the recovery strategy may vary significantly.

Assessing the Damage

Before diving into remediation approaches, it's vital to evaluate the degree of the damage. Check each room systematically and look for:

Ventilation: Open doors and windows (if weather authorizations) to promote airflow. Dehumidifiers: Buy a number of dehumidifiers to assist eliminate moisture rapidly. Fans: Utilize high-powered fans focused on surfaces where water might linger. How Long Does It Consider Walls to Dry Out After a Flood?

Typically, walls can take anywhere between 2 days to 2 weeks to dry completely based upon a number of elements like humidity levels and material types.

Salvaging Valuables Post-Flood What Can Be Restored After a Flood? Furniture (depend

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Mold Remediation Process

Mold remediation is the process of removing mold and preventing its return. It's crucial for maintaining a safe and healthy environment, especially in homes where mold can trigger allergies and respiratory issues. Many people might think they can handle this on their own, but the mold remediation process involves specific steps to ensure all mold is effectively removed.

The process can vary depending on the extent of the mold growth and the type of materials affected. Professional mold remediation experts are trained to identify the source of moisture and create a tailored plan to eliminate the mold safely. In this guide, I'll break down the steps involved in the mold remediation process so you can understand what to expect.

Steps in the Mold Remediation Process

When dealing with mold, it’s essential to follow a structured approach. Below are the main steps in the mold remediation process.

Inspection: A thorough inspection is conducted to identify the extent of the mold growth.

Containment: The affected area is sealed off to prevent mold spores from spreading.

Filtration: High-efficiency filters are used to capture mold spores from the air.

Cleaning and Removal: Mold-damaged materials are cleaned or removed altogether.

Restoration: Any structures or materials removed are repaired or replaced.

Inspection and Assessment

The first step in the remediation process is a detailed inspection. This includes checking for visible mold and assessing moisture levels in the area. A professional will use tools like moisture meters and thermal imaging to locate hidden mold. If you suspect mold in your home, it’s important to act quickly, as mold can spread rapidly in damp conditions.

After the inspection, a mold assessment report is created. This document details the findings and serves as a guide for the next phases of the remediation process. Understanding the specific type of mold present can also be important for determining the best remediation strategy.

Containment and Air Filtration

Once the assessment is complete, containment measures are put in place. This typically involves sealing off the area with plastic sheeting to prevent spores from traveling to other parts of the building. It’s an essential step to ensure safety during the remediation process.

Alongside containment, air filtration systems are employed. These systems use high-efficiency particulate air (HEPA) filters to trap mold spores and other contaminants, improving air quality and reducing the risk of airborne spores spreading. This helps maintain a safe environment for both the workers and the residents.

Cleaning and Restoration

After containment is established, the next phase focuses on cleaning and removing the mold. This usually involves scrubbing surfaces with specialized cleaning solutions and, in some cases, removing materials such as drywall or carpeting that are heavily infested. If you're searching for a mold inspection near me, our experts are here to help. It’s important to ensure that all visible mold is eliminated to prevent future growth.

Once everything is cleaned, restoration steps begin. This can include repairing surfaces, replacing drywall, and ensuring the area is dry and free of moisture. Addressing underlying issues such as leaks or humidity problems is essential to prevent mold from returning.

Preventing Future Mold Growth

After the remediation process, it’s essential to take proactive measures to prevent mold from coming back. This includes controlling humidity levels, fixing leaks promptly, and ensuring proper ventilation in areas prone to moisture, such as bathrooms and kitchens. Regularly inspecting these areas can help catch potential issues before they escalate.

Consider using dehumidifiers and air purifiers to maintain a healthier indoor environment. Simple steps like keeping gutters clean and ensuring drainage systems work properly can also go a long way in preventing mold growth. Staying vigilant will help keep your living space safe and mold-free!

Conclusion

The mold remediation process is a vital practice for maintaining a healthy home. By understanding the steps involved—from inspection to prevention—you can take informed actions to manage mold effectively. If you suspect mold in your home, don’t hesitate to consult professionals who can help. Taking quick action is key to keeping your environment safe!

In summary, mold remediation is not just about removing mold; it’s about ensuring a safe and healthy living space. By following the steps outlined here, you can protect your home and loved ones from the harmful effects of mold.

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Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs) about Mold Remediation

What is mold remediation? Mold remediation is the process of removing mold and preventing its return to maintain a safe and healthy environment.

What are the steps involved in the mold remediation process? The main steps include inspection, containment, filtration, cleaning and removal, and restoration.

Why is inspection important in mold remediation? Inspection helps identify the extent of mold growth and assess moisture levels, guiding the next phases of the remediation process.

How is the affected area contained during mold remediation? The affected area is sealed off using plastic sheeting to prevent mold spores from spreading to other parts of the building.

What methods are used to improve air quality during mold remediation? Air filtration systems with high-efficiency particulate air (HEPA) filters are employed to trap mold spores and other contaminants.

What steps can be taken to prevent future mold growth? Controlling humidity levels, fixing leaks promptly, ensuring proper ventilation, and regular inspections can help prevent mold from returning.

Why should I consider hiring professionals for mold remediation? Professional mold remediation experts are trained to identify moisture sources, create tailored plans, and ensure all mold is effectively removed safely.

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Does Moldy Drywall Need to Be Replaced? Expert Opinions Inside

Introduction

Mold in our living spaces isn't just an unsightly nuisance; it can be a significant health risk and a potential structural issue. One of the most common materials affected by mold after water damage is drywall. The question many homeowners face is: does moldy drywall need to be replaced? In this comprehensive guide, we will explore expert opinions on this topic while also discussing essential steps for recovering from flooding, how long repairs typically take, what can be salvaged after a flood, and much more.

Does Moldy Drywall Need to Be Replaced? Expert Opinions Inside

When it comes Deakins Restoration water damage repair to moldy drywall, opinions among experts vary widely. Generally speaking, if drywall has been exposed to moisture for an extended period—typically more than 24-48 hours—it should be replaced. This recommendation is primarily due to the following reasons:

Health Risks: Mold can pose serious health risks, particularly for individuals with respiratory issues or weakened immune systems. Structural Integrity: Prolonged exposure to moisture can weaken the integrity of drywall, potentially leading to structural failures. Persistent Odor and Aesthetic Issues: Even after treatment, mold-damaged drywall can retain unpleasant odors and appear discolored. Understanding Drywall Composition

Before diving deeper into the specifics of whether moldy drywall needs replacement, it’s essential to understand what drywall is made of and how it interacts with moisture:

Gypsum Core: The core is made up of gypsum plaster sandwiched between two sheets of heavy paper or fiberglass matting. Moisture Absorption: This composition allows drywall to absorb moisture easily, making it susceptible to mold growth. When Is Replacement Necessary? Signs That You Need to Replace Your Drywall: Visible mold growth Discoloration or staining Softness or crumbling texture Musty odors that linger despite cleaning efforts

If you observe any of these signs post-flooding or water damage, replacing the affected drywall may be your best course of action.

How Do You Recover a House from Flooding?

Recovering a house from flooding involves several crucial steps:

Safety First: Ensure that the property is safe before entering. Turn Off Utilities: Switch off electricity and gas supplies. Remove Water: Use pumps and wet vacuums for standing water removal. Dry Out Your Home: Open windows and doors. Use fans and dehumidifiers. Clean and Disinfect Surfaces: Use bleach solutions for hard surfaces. Dispose of contaminated items safely. Seek Professional Help if Needed: Sometimes, expert help may be necessary for extensive damages. How Long Does It Take to Repair After a Flood?

The duration required for repairs post-flooding can vary significantly based on various factors:

Factors Influencing Repai

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How to care and clean your mattress?

If the thought of cleaning your mattress hasn’t crossed your mind in a while, you’re not the only one. In fact, most of us never clean our mattresses in any way. We just end click here up buying a new one when the previous starts to smell and is no longer as white as it used to be.

Taking care of your mattress is essential for ensuring a clean and comfortable sleep environment. In this comprehensive guide, we will explore various aspects of mattress care. We'll discuss the importance of vacuuming your mattress, the benefits of investing in a dehumidifier, the differences between mattress toppers and protectors, how to spot clean your mattress, effective methods to remove odours, and the recommended frequency for steam cleaning. Let's dive into the details!

Why You Should Vacuum Your Mattress:

Dust Mites and Allergens: Over time, mattresses can accumulate dust mites, dead skin cells, and other allergens. Vacuuming helps remove these particles, reducing the risk of allergies and promoting a cleaner sleep environment. b. Freshness and Hygiene: Regular vacuuming eliminates dirt, dust, and debris that can make your mattress feel and smell unclean. It helps maintain a fresh and hygienic sleeping surface.

c. Prolonged Mattress Lifespan: By removing debris and minimizing the build-up of allergens, vacuuming can help extend the lifespan of your mattress, ensuring it remains in good condition for longer.

Why You Should Invest in a Dehumidifier:

a. Moisture Control: High humidity levels can promote the growth of mould, mildew, and dust mites in your mattress. A dehumidifier helps regulate moisture, preventing these issues and creating a healthier sleeping environment. b. Odour Reduction: Excessive moisture in the air can lead to musty odours in your mattress. Using a dehumidifier helps control humidity levels, minimizing the likelihood of unpleasant smells.

c. Overall Comfort: Maintaining an optimal level of humidity in your bedroom enhances overall comfort by preventing clamminess and ensuring a fresh, dry sleeping environment.

Should You Get a Mattress Topper or a Mattress Protector?

Mattress Toppers: Toppers are designed to add an extra layer of comfort to your mattress. They come in various materials and thicknesses, providing cushioning and support tailored to your preferences. Mattress toppers can improve the feel of an older mattress or customize the firmness of a new one.

b. Mattress Protectors: Protectors are primarily intended to shield your mattress from spills, stains, dust mites, and allergens. They are typically made of waterproof or water-resistant materials and are easy to remove and clean. Mattress protectors help preserve the longevity and cleanliness of your mattress.

How to Spot Clean a Mattress:

Blotting: For liquid spills, gently blot the affected area with a clean cloth or paper towel to absorb as much liquid as possible. Avoid rubbing, as it may spread the stain or push it deeper into the mattress.

b. Mild Detergent Solution: Mix a small amount of mild liquid detergent with water to create a gentle cleaning solution. Dip a clean cloth or sponge into the solution and wring it out until it is damp, not saturated. Gently blot the stained area, starting from the outer edge and working inward.

c. Rinse and Dry: After spot cleaning, dampen a clean cloth with plain water and blot the treated area to remove any soap residue. Allow the mattress to air dry completely before putting sheets or covers back on.

How to Get Smell Out of a Mattress:

Baking Soda: Sprinkle baking soda generously over the surface of the mattress and let it sit for several hours, or overnight if possible. Baking soda helps absorb odours. Vacuum the mattress thoroughly to remove the baking soda residue.

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The Essential Guide to Water Damage Restoration

Water damage can be a homeowner's worst nightmare, turning a once peaceful haven into a chaotic scene of destruction. Whether caused by a burst pipe, a leaking roof, or a natural disaster, the consequences of water damage can be devastating. In such trying times, understanding the importance of swift and effective water damage restoration becomes paramount. This guide aims to shed light on the crucial steps involved in the restoration process, offering insights into how professionals tackle the aftermath of water-related disasters.

Assessment and Inspection: The Foundation of Restoration

The first step in any water damage restoration process is a thorough assessment and inspection. Trained professionals meticulously examine the affected areas, identifying the source of the water damage and categorizing the water based on its contamination level. This crucial step informs the rest of the restoration process, guiding experts in determining the appropriate course of action.

Water Extraction: Swift Removal for Swift Recovery

Once the assessment is complete, the next critical task is water extraction. Timely removal of standing water is essential to prevent further damage and the onset of mold growth. Industrial-grade pumps and vacuums are employed to efficiently extract water from affected spaces, ensuring a swift and thorough process.

Drying and Dehumidification: Eliminating Moisture from Every Nook and Cranny

Drying and dehumidification are pivotal stages in water damage restoration. Even after visible water has been removed, moisture can linger in walls, floors, and other hidden spaces. Specialized drying equipment, including high-powered fans and dehumidifiers, is employed to eliminate residual moisture, preventing the growth of mold and preserving the structural integrity of the property.

Cleaning and Sanitization: Restoring Hygiene and Health

Water damage often brings contaminants into the home, posing health risks to occupants. Professional restoration teams conduct thorough cleaning and sanitization processes to ensure the affected areas are safe and habitable. This may involve the removal of damaged materials, disinfection of surfaces, and the use of antimicrobial agents to prevent the growth of bacteria and fungi.

Restoration and Reconstruction: Rebuilding Your Home

Once the affected areas are clean and dry, the restoration process shifts to rebuilding. This may involve repairing damaged structures, replacing flooring, and restoring the aesthetic appeal of the space. Skilled craftsmen work to bring the property back to its pre-damaged condition, ensuring that it not only looks good but is structurally sound.

Preventative Measures: Safeguarding Against Future Water Damage

Water damage restoration is not only about fixing the immediate issues but also about preventing future occurrences. Professionals may recommend and implement preventative measures such as improved drainage systems, roof repairs, and the installation of sump pumps to reduce the risk of water damage in the future.

Conclusion:

Experiencing water damage is undoubtedly a stressful and challenging ordeal, but with prompt and professional water damage restoration, homeowners can reclaim their spaces and restore a sense of normalcy. By understanding the comprehensive process involved—from assessment to prevention—individuals can make informed decisions and collaborate effectively with restoration experts. Remember, in the face of water damage, time is of the essence, and a swift response can make all the difference in the journey towards restoring tranquility to your home.