#Double Carports

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When it comes to ensuring your vehicles are protected from cruel climate conditions or essentially including a la mode, viable expansion to your property, a custom metal carport can be an incredible arrangement. Metal carports are flexible, strong, and frequently more reasonable than conventional ones. Be that as it may, choosing the leading custom metal carport for your needs includes careful consideration and inquiry. This extreme direct will assist you in discovering the culminated custom metal carports near me by covering essential components to consider, tips for choosing the proper supplier, and upkeep exhortation.

[carcoversandshelter]

The Ultimate Guide to Double Carport Kits: Affordable and Practical Solutions for Your Vehicle Needs | CarCoversAndShelter

If you own multiple vehicles, you know the importance of protecting them from the elements. Double Carport kits are an excellent solution for safeguarding your cars from sun, rain, and snow, while also adding value and functionality to your property. In this guide, we’ll explore the benefits of double carport kits and key considerations to keep in mind when choosing one.

Benefits of Double Carport Kits

1. Protection from Weather: Double carport kits provide a sturdy shield against harsh weather conditions. Whether it’s blazing sun, heavy rain, or snowfall, a carport will help preserve your vehicles’ paint and prevent weather-related damage.

2. Cost-Effective: Compared to building a traditional garage, double carport kits are much more affordable. They offer a practical alternative without compromising on quality and durability.

3. Easy Installation: Most double carport kits are designed for easy assembly. With a few basic tools and a weekend’s worth of work, you can have a functional carport ready to use. Many kits come with detailed instructions to simplify the process.

4. Versatility: Beyond just vehicle storage, double carports can serve multiple purposes. They can be used as a shaded area for outdoor gatherings, a workspace for DIY projects, or even a covered play area for children.

5. Increased Property Value: Adding a double carport to your property can enhance its curb appeal and increase its resale value. Potential buyers often appreciate the added convenience and protection a carport provides.

Key Considerations

1. Material Quality: When selecting a double carport kit, consider the materials used. Steel and aluminum are popular choices due to their durability and resistance to rust and corrosion.

2. Size and Dimensions: Ensure the carport kit you choose fits the dimensions of your vehicles and the available space on your property. Measure carefully to avoid any installation issues.

3. Design and Style: Double carport kits come in various designs and styles. Choose one that complements the aesthetics of your home and meets your functional needs.

4. Local Building Codes: Check local regulations and building codes before purchasing a carport kit. Some areas may have restrictions or require permits for installation.

Investing in a double carport kit is a smart move for any homeowner with multiple vehicles. It offers a blend of practicality, affordability, and versatility that few other options can match. By considering the factors mentioned above, you can find the perfect carport kit to meet your needs and protect your vehicles for years to come.

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[custombuildingfabrication]

Install Double Carport Skillion Roof Structures to Protect Goods from External Factors

Nowadays, homeowners prefer installing double carport skillion roof as it provides proper shelter to one’s vehicle and protect from adverse weather conditions as well as dangerous external factors. Further, these roofs are utilised for both home and businesses so one could get it installed accordingly. The double skillion is designed in C purlin roof frame with RHS columns. Well known manufacturers also provide customisation for size specifications so one could get the roof according to available space.

Advantages of Installing High Quality Barns for Storage:

Well known companies offer barn storage sheds that will help to store items safely in case of weather fluctuations, external influences and other reasons. Moreover, these barns can hold large farm vehicles and other equipments securely to avoid the risk of theft or robbery. Professional manufacturers conduct one on one with clients to understand their view point and provide designs accordingly.

Basically, several companies design barns according to American and Australian styles according to their standards. These sheds come with basic standard facilities so one could store their goods safely. Expert manufacturers offer different heights and span of space depending on client’s specifications. They provide RHS portal frame upgrade to achieve the desired look and store heavy vehicles without any disturbance.

Generally, reliable manufacturers conduct one on one with customers to understand their vision and provide customisation accordingly. They also assist with necessary permits and documents from the council in order to avoid any kind of unnecessary expenses or glitch while the construction begins.

Benefits of Opting for Trusted Steel Structure Supplies:

The code of conduct offers stainless steel constructions for residential, commercial and industrial buildings depending on client’s preferences.

Further, they provide comprehensive services that include organising, designing, fabricating steel and installation services so one could find all solutions at one company.

Experts offer pre fabricated steel constructions that will make it easy to build barns, sheds, ports and other structural requirements.

Reliable manufacturers have the latest equipment and know how to create steel constructions that are tailored to the needs of their customers.

One should contact with the best company in the area, if they are planning to install carport roof for safety purposes.

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[heidivanderlee]

Mediterranean Exterior - Stucco A substantial one-story stucco building with a tuscan beige gable roof design

[hometoursandotherstuff]

This 1975 fixer upper in Shelton, WA used to be an art/pottery studio & home on Harstine Island in the middle of Puget Sound, so it's a great location. Has 2bds, 2ba, and lots of potential. Asking $595K. I like it, see what you think.

So, it's a little weather beaten on the exterior. I wonder if that's some of the pottery they made.

If you're a wood lover, you'll be into this house. The carpet isn't bad, but that wallpaper would have to go. It's too dull for my taste.

Very unusual architecture. The interior really isn't that bad. This wood looks to be in good shape.

Large living room with a modern fireplace. The walls and ceiling look new with lovely skylights. Big windows provide a beautiful view of the sound.

Look at this fabulous feature. Love this.

I like the kitchen, it's different and has a great work triangle setup. I would just give the cabinets a light sanding and a couple of coats of polyurethane. The floor needs some TLC, too.

How cool is this? Look at that stove. The floor is worn so it looks like they spent a lot of time here. I don't blame them, it's cozy AF. All it needs is some new cushions and covers.

The back door- the hall has a lof of space for coats and stuff.

How gorgeous is this 2 story library? All it needs is a new set of cushion covers.

Cute little wood stove by the stairs.

Primary bedroom has built-ins and a big window w/a great view.

Nice closet/dressing area.

Large en-suite has vintage double sinks. This house is not bad inside, you could give it a good cleaning and live here while you do the work.

Sunken tub and shower. Look at the little door above the tub.

Check this out, a water closet with a marble top sink and interesting toilet.

There are decks all around the house, and here's a large one over the carport. Now let's have a look at the studio.

Oh, wow, this is huge.

This is fabulous.

Look, they left the pottery wheel and the area where they do the clay. So cool.

Upstairs in the loft. This has potential. It could be made into an apt. for an artist.

The banks of the Puget Sound.

This is how close it is to the water.

2.13 acre lot. Does this mean that you own part of the water in the sound?

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/970-E-Maples-Rd-Shelton-WA-98584/60923977_zpid/?

[devondespresso]

FINALLY

after NINE. HOURS. (NOT including meals and sleep) ITS FUCKING DONE.

A complete floorplan of the entire Harrington house. Including too much thought about random, throw-away lines from characters and squint-to-see-it background glimpses inside.

plently of stuff in the actual house is altered or straight up ignored in favor of following the fiction logic and because I Wanted To. A lot of this is motivated by my headcanons for the Harringtons and how I'm writing them in my fic, but I'm also certainly not an architect so it's by no means perfect. It is, however, unreasonably canon compliant in the few bits we do see.

Thought Process (for context):

the darker shaded floor areas are lower than the rest, some bits like the garages having stairs and some areas like the sun and dining rooms list being like a step lower. Windows are marked with dashes along the outside, sliding doors are two thin lines slightly overlapping, stairs change color as they diverge from the level we're looking at, and furniture is eyeballed so don't look to closely a the scale.

not all closets are labeled, just the ones i figured could be confusing. Steve and the guest rooms have closets i promise.

the laundry room and pantry are not the same size but by the time i noticed i was exhausted. so pretend they're both more reasonably sized.

i don't know what the floorplan symbol for garage door is and then i forgot to look so the headlights point to where the doors are and you can see them clearly in photos so yeah.

The general layout is based on the idea that the Harringtons are or were into hosting dinner parties and business meetings in their home, especially as a young rich couple looking for respect in their circles (Mr. Harrington taking on his father's business and reinforcing that power, Mrs. Harrington climbing her own social ladder and building an image).

So the house is laid out with hosting areas towards the right with the office big and near the dining room because it's more than just a workplace, it represents him as a businessman. In canon the entryway and living room both have very high ceilings and no second-floor above them, so I'd imagine they're also aware of how the top floor looks from below, hence the fancy double/french doors to the master bedroom which is in plain view from below. Steve's room and the guest room are's nearly as visible.

As for the kitchen and sun/pool rooms, I see them more as secondary hosting areas that aren't used as the main location most of the time and are more this background setting to these events that still feel rich. The kitchen is massive and mostly for dinner-parties and Mrs. Harrington's social events.

The kitchen and main bathroom's placement is based on a line Steve said to Barb giving her directions to the bathroom: "down past the kitchen, to the left". With the massive living room on the left and wanting to keep the dining and office close by, i interpreted the "to the left" part being like "find the kitchen, then turn left". And with the rest of the area being open-concept, the bathroom would be the only normal door over there and easy to find. it's a bit of a stretch with just that line, but it makes sense to me with the rest of the context for the layout.

the basement is similar to this, though not as openly displayed so I imagine its for slightly closer friends. Theres a garage door down there so I figured Mr. Harrington might have a cool car he shows off, like he's letting people in on a personal detail about himself. There's also a guest room down there (the only one still considered 100% for guests, more on that later) for those people.

beside the basement garage, there was originally one main garage that holds two cars, obvious Mr. and Mrs. Harrington's cars. I imagine they bought the house before having kids, so a third one wasn't on the mind but after having Steve they added the front one (either turning the carport into a closed garage or they never had a carport and added a whole new addition, up to you)

Both garages lead to the same part of the house, and that area is the only one besides the water heater room that is purely function over effect. It still looks good like the rest of the house but it's not made to be fancy because guests would rarely need to be over there if at all and it's not noteworthy from other parts of the house.

In my headcanon, Steve's room used to be a guest room, staying his room from nursery to present with Mrs. Harrington renovating every now and then. Its one of those places in the house that doesn't have to look perfect for all to see, so she gets creative and has fun with it.

The upstairs guest room is also unofficially Mrs. Harrington's room, based on a line where Tommy mentions a fireplace in "his mom's room" instead of "guest room" or "parent's room" or "master bedroom". I belatedly realized this could be a solidarity thing with Steve hating his dad and calling the master bedroom his mom's room, but that was after 9 hours of this and im not changing it but there you go. In this version, I imagine she leaves the master some nights because her marriage with Mr. Harrington is failing (cheating and all, I wouldn't want to be in the same bed with someone who cheated either)

the master bathroom was an executive decision, just looking at the house in canon and not having enough space in my first attempts, i decided the triangle roof part above the dining and office could fit a master bathroom.

Feel free to use or reference this in your own fics! Feel free to block out my furniture or walls and make your own version. If you share my image please credit with an @ mention!! (again, 9 hours) (thank you fhalsfhd)

[jerseydeanne]

Hi

Hey Deanne,

Good to hear you are back and have bought a place. There is someone I checki n with on youtube who lives not far from Hudson. I believe she lives in Springhill. She does new, prepping, and canning videos. Maybe you can get in touch and help each other. https://m.youtube.com/@abgprepping

Awesome, awesome! That’s what I’ve been doing nonstop youtube videos. She lives up in Hudson which is about several hours away from me but I recognize the accent! 

We were going to move there until we got the monthly mortgage bill and that lake was a swamp! Frierson Lake look it up. 

The husband didn’t take the transfer so were still in SWF but we are moving to the woods of Punta Gorda. I know hurricane alley, but we are outside the flood zone and 10 minutes from the airport. 

Milton the Monster scared the crap out of us. the back end of the storm produced  some wicked tornados. Most might have seen the destruction it did a couple of miles from us. Newer double wides were turned upside down. 

We have never had a hurricane go from West to East, never like that. Put your tin foil hats on, I think it was manmade. 

Our little house was breathing, yep in and out, Oh crap on cracker. At least 20 homes lost carports. We decided to stop rolling the dice and moving to a nice block and stucco home. It’s like the three little pigs, huff and puff and it won’t move. I’m prepped and we’ll transfer my plants to it’s new location. 

I refuse the narrative of the Great Reset and I’m glad that the Nazi Klaus Schwab retired. Build Back Better or what has been is all a corporate communism talking point.  These butt heads couldn’t do this without our 401k money. 

We are not out of woods yet until Trump wins.  He’s not a fascist or nazi, he doesn’t believe or even read the project whatever the lefty loons are talking about. You want to kill your baby that’s your choice, but there are more options out there. 

Hang in there we are just getting started. The lefty loons know Trump is going to win they plan on using the military on US soil. 

It’s really great to hear from you, Love you guys! 

[toxicanonymity]

Rock Bottom, Part 3: You don't wanna do that

4k l Corey x Reader is primary but both smut scenes involve something to do with Michael

Summary: Cleaning up Michael's mess leads to Corey staying over with the female deputy and possibly risking it all.

Rock Bottom Index - All Chapters

Warnings: EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT, NSFW, 18+ , IT'S DEPRAVED! Dubious consent; Violence (aftermath)

Notes: The first smut scene is on the nastier side for sure, but it kind of wrote itself. If you like the fic, you can reblog here or interact on AO3 (don't have to log in) to keep this story a priority. Thank you for reading!

Michael is larger-than-life, and the rumors about him are dark: Violent, incestual obsession.  Cannibalism.  Any of it could be true and shock no one.  But somehow, Corey is surprised that Michael Audrey Myers absolutely railed someone in front of him.  The way he fucked her was human.  His strength was reptilian.  Maybe it’s the fact that Michael left her alive - left them both alive. 

Corey doesn’t bother trying to catch up with Michael.  He stays on the ground, his temple resting against the window, his breath fogging the glass.  Exhausted.  There’s a dead guy in there. He wonders if the female deputy Michael fucked will call it into the Sheriff's Office.

Inside the house, she stirs on the floor. Her eyes meet the window and she does a double-take. She doesn't look scared this time - he's not wearing a mask.   She holds Corey’s gaze, then pulls her unbuttoned shirt together, crosses her arms, and shrugs: what are you looking at?   Something tells him she isn’t going to call for help.

Corey can't pass up the opportunity to take it all in.   He walks around the side of the house and enters through the carport. He's heard about these scenes on the news like everyone else, but seeing it right in front of him is something different entirely. 

The house smells like cigarettes with notes of metal and balsamic. The smoke from the smashed TV has settled into a light haze. Flies buzz in the kitchen.   There's a dark, set-in stain on the linoleum from some other time - their struggle the night before?

The body is face down on the carpet, sparing them a grisly view of his sliced-open neck, but a significant pool of blood has spread around him, its edges continuing to creep. A few flies have migrated this way, but they’re not swarming yet.

“You’re different," she croaks. Her hair is wild. 

“I’m not Michael,” he announces.  He cautiously approaches the hall and leans against the wall opposite her.  

“No shit,” she says, sizing him up.  “No offense.  No, I meant I remember you, Cunningham."

"Yeah?"  

"You’re like him now.  What happened to you?”  She wheezes.  No man-eater vibe at the moment – she seems utterly spent. "Looks like life was rougher on the outside ."  Corey had barely spent any time in jail, and it was years ago. But aside from being penetrated by evil, he had really thrown himself into lifting weights since the accident.  He was already built, but now his frame was bordering on hulkish for his height. 

"Why aren't you calling the cops?" Corey demands before he'll say anything else.  His voice is deep and gravely.  

 "I could ask you the same thing.” 

“Fair enough.”  Corey pushes his butt into the hall wall and imagines what it must have felt like for her, pinned by Michael's shaft.  He gently scoots the fallen picture frame aside with his boot.  It's an old family portrait. He looks up at the other frames. Some are too faded to make out.  The ones that have held up look nothing like anyone he's seen in the house so far.  He slides down the wall and takes a seat, leaving one knee up.

She nods toward the dead body in the living room and says, “This genius was out of the slammer for two days and couldn’t keep his nose clean.”  This was not the answer Corey expected. Whether the guy deserved it or not, she was sitting in a crime scene. Most people would be freaking out. He wondered if she was afraid or in shock.  

"Aren’t you hurt though?" He prods, secretly hoping she'll go into details about what it feels like being impaled by Michael's rod.  

With a far away stare, she starts to fasten the buttons that remain on her shirt.  

“Why did he let you live?” Corey asks.  

“Why do you think?” she says. She lifts her butt off the ground and Corey catches a glimpse of two shiny inner thighs and a pink seam between them as she tugs her skirt back into place.  

“I mean – was that – did you let him?” 

She sighs.  "He can't help it.”

“What does that mean?” 

She scoffs.  “God, I mean."  She searches for words.  Corey waits, knowing she doesn't owe him an answer.  She shakes her head.  "It means you should see the size of his cock."  He’s speechless.  Something stirs in his jumpsuit. He looks at her skirt, then away.  His face is hot.

“You want to, don’t you?” For the first time, she smiles a little.     

Corey turns red and almost starts to protest, then realizes there’s no air of judgment in her words. She might even have meant he wants to fuck her, which he does.  He wants to insert himself into the scene, the experience.  He wants to be everywhere Michael was.  He wants the sheath of Michael's sword around his own.   

"Why did he let you live? I’m sure you’re not the first kid to start following him around.”  She yawns.  

“Really?”  Corey asks.  

She starts to stand, wincing in pain.  “Help me clean up this mess and I’ll tell you whatever you wanna know.” 

 “It’s a crime scene.  You’re really not gonna call it in?” Corey wants to be sure before he gets his fingerprints all over everything.  

“Really.  The bleach is in there.”  She points behind her to the pantry. 

Corey sighs and opens the pantry.  Duct tape, rope, lye, gloves, salt, tarps.  “No bleach.” 

“Damnit.” She grabs a pair of keys off the wall, and tosses them underhand. “Ben’s Hardware. They don’t ask any questions.”  

Corey glances at the floor to avoid stepping on the picture frame, and he sees her tattered underwear lying there.  Michael’s trail of destruction.  His cock thickens, thinking about Michael fucking her. He looks up at her, and his eyes darken..  

She returns his gaze and approaches slowly, step by step, until her body is against his. His breath quickens.   When Corey looks at her, he sees another survivor.  A chosen one.  Someone who knows what it’s like to have Michael’s hand around their throat then walk away. Changed. 

Corey swallows and doesn’t move.  He realizes out loud, "that wasn't the first time." 

"No."  She backs up against the pantry door, closing it with her ass as she grabs his jumpsuit with both hands, pulling him against her.  His hand goes to her neck as hers explore his muscles.  Her neck is so delicate, so soft, it’s a wonder Michael didn’t snap it in half.  

***

Corey breathes heavily and pushes his clothed hardness against her skirt dutifully, needily. "How did you meet?" 

She hikes it up. "Smith's Grove. Pre-transfer surveillance."  She inhales through her nose then closes her eyes as she grinds herself into the bulge in his jumpsuit.  He forgets to breathe.  She curls one of her legs behind him, hugging his ass with her calf.  She nestles her heel below his crack to beg his hardness even closer.  His balls ache pleasantly.

Corey shudders, imagining her heel is Michael behind him.  Corey doesn’t know what it feels like  to be entered, invaded, forcefully taken.  He’s wanted to find out since the moment Michael grabbed his throat.  His arousal grows.  She brings her hands to Corey’s curls and caresses them affectionately before yanking his head downward. 

He resists, not wanting to give up the sensation of her body against his, then slowly begins crouching down, lowering his head first, leaving his butt against the door.  Corey wants to know every sensation she felt as Michael fucked her. He wants to absorb it transitively.  He lightly drags his fingertips over her skin.  

He breathes heavily into her chest.  She undoes the remains of her button-up shirt and shrugs it off.  His rough hands run over her supple skin.  It feels like a warm peach.  He palms her hard nipples as he slowly drops to his knees at her urging. 

She swings a knee over his shoulder and pulls his curly head in between her legs, pleadingly.  Corey takes her ass in his hands and starts with light, hesitant kisses above her seam.  He aches with want.  He tugs at the zipper of his jumpsuit.  It’s stuck.  

“Please,” he breathes, palming himself hard and slow with his wrist, like he’s trying to get a knot out of a muscle.    She enters herself with a finger, then brings her slickened digits to her hidden pearl. “Come on, Corey,” she breathes, giving herself a rub then putting her hand back at the crown of his head, making his curls sticky.  

Corey's eye is drawn to the sheen of a translucent river on her skin.  He runs his fingers over it.  It’s crusty at the edges.  Michael’s cum is just now drying.  Corey kisses the milky trail feverishly, tonguing it as he recalls Michael’s final thrusts, every muscle of that hulking back moving gracefully under blue fabric like a beautiful machine.    

With his face between her legs, Corey flares his nostrils and inhales until his chest can't physically hold any more air.  He can smell the tinge of Michael’s load.  He aggressively noses her most sensitive place as he breathes it in.  He plants a wet kiss on her petals, then on her pearl.   She breathes heavily and massages his scalp with her short nails as he begins to work his tongue. 

His large fingers dig into the flesh of her buttocks.  She bucks her hips with both hands in his curls.  She whines and her beautiful face contorts.  Corey’s hardness throbs, and pre-cum seeps from his cock head.  He's thirsty, parched, desperate for Michael’s seed. 

He brings his tongue to the moist little hole where Michael emptied himself.  He flattens his tongue and laps at her, at Michael, with all his strength.  Then his tongue sharpens and plunges inside her. Her breath accelerates. He keeps one hand on her ass and unzips his jumpsuit with the other, thrusting his tongue, lapping her entrance up and down. He savors every salty drop.  “Don’t stop,” she says, and he doesn’t until he’s desperate for his own release. 

He comes up for air, replacing his face with his hand.   He flattens several expansive digits against her.  They dwarf her folds.  He rubs her the way she rubbed herself.  Then, he plunges a thick, meaty finger into her and swirls it around, desperately raking her walls for more of Michael. 

He watches her breasts bounce as she bucks her hips against his large hand.  He feels her thighs quiver against his chest and shoulder. The air is cold against the slick on his face.

The sight and smell of froth on his hand shoots pleasure through his body.   He slickens his cock, then his mouth returns between her legs. Corey chokes his cock like Michael choked him.  He devours her, and him. He laps up any trace of Michael and swallows, dying to have Michael inside him by any means.  The seed of a god.  She pulls his hair and moans. Her voice is small.

Corey puts his hands on her hips and tries to gently nudge her downward, hoping she’ll ride him to climax, but she won’t.  He can’t blame her – she’s probably sore.  

He works her clit with his nose as he hungrily laps her entrance.  She gasps and moans and cries. She rolls her hips as she comes.  She contracts and pulsates.  Again,  again,  again.  He feels it through his nose and gives her special place one last kiss. She lets her head fall back and catches her breath.  

Corey tears his jumpsuit open. She dismounts his shoulder.  He pumps himself just a few times before he erupts all over himself, her legs, and the floor.   She holds his shiny chin in her hand and looks down at him apologetically. "Careful. He doesn't share,"  she says.  

"What?” Corey’s heart skips a beat.

"Um.  Just make sure we clean that up."  She pulls her skirt back into place, then urges Corey up by his hair.  “If you’re not back in an hour I’ll make the call.”  She lets him go with a shove, 

-

Corey goes to the hardware store, and it's true, no questions are asked.  It’s a new store, and there’s not another shopper in sight.  He finds the bleach at the back of the store and can’t help but notice the end of each aisle seems suspect.  The contents are similar to the pantry -  ropes and chains, tarps, duct tape.  There isn’t a murder aisle per se, but the way the store is organized sure is convenient. 

Back at the house, the lady deputy has showered and changed into ripped jeans and a white tank.  She’s sweeping up the glass from the busted TV.  The body is still face down on the carpet.  They roll the body onto a tarp in the kitchen while they clean the living room. 

Corey takes his jumpsuit off before opening the first of several gallons of bleach.  He doesn’t need Ronald asking any questions about a bleach-spotted uniform, especially since Joan still does Corey’s laundry.  The deputy puts the uniform in the wash while they clean up.  Now he's practically captive unless he wants to walk out of here soaking wet or half naked.

He's left with a tight blue undershirt and gray boxer briefs. His sleeves hug him tight as his biceps flex to scrub the floor.   Below his boxer briefs, his thighs fade from white to tan as they bulge with muscle, peppered with fine, chestnut hair.  He asks her questions as they scrub.   Is he a cannibal? Does he come here a lot? Does he live in the sewer? What was it like the first time? Does the kill turn him on? 

She pauses, sighs, then sits back on her knees. Corey does too.  She takes a ripped latex glove off and puts her bare, soft hand on Corey's face.  “Michael’s not gonna fuck you, baby,” she says. "He loves pussy." 

She pulls on a new glove and starts scrubbing again, letting him collect himself.  Corey's lips part, but he doesn’t respond.  Her words sting for a moment, but they shouldn't: She can't possibly know for sure that Michael only loves pussy.  

Corey may not look big compared to Michael, but no one does.  Corey is built and has a nice shape.  His shoulders are broad, his pecs are strong, and his solid torso narrows slightly before broadening again to his powerful thighs.   He catches her staring multiple times while they’re both on all fours scrubbing.  She’s not trying to hide it. Corey can’t help but watch her, too.  

Navy blotches of sweat consume the blue of Corey’s tee until he peels it off.  One side of his boxers looks rusty with diluted blood.  They strip the body and wrap it in a tarp and duct tape.  Corey dresses himself in the guy's clothes for a minute to haul the body to the bed of the truck in the carport.  The broken TV and lampshade follow.

When he comes back inside, he can't get the clothes off soon enough, even though his sweat is cold and the air is chilly.  Corey feels dirtier from wearing the dead guy's seedy, woman-beating clothes than he does from anything else.  He feels dirtier than he did in the sewer.  She seems to read his mind.  "There's water, but it's not hot." 

There's a bathroom attached to a bedroom with a full bed, low to the ground.  In the shower, the icy water shrinks him and grounds him.  With blood rushing back to his brain, he thinks more about the practical side of getting close to Michael. 

He still thinks bringing Michael his prey is the best bet.  She said he doesn't share.  Corey wonders if Michael trusts him not to do anything to her, or doesn't mind killing him if he does.  Hopefully sucking Michael's cum out of her didn't count.   Unless it gets Michael's hand around his throat again, on second thought.  

He turns off the water.  She pops in to hand him a towel.  He wraps it around his waist and exits into the bedroom.  There’s a small shelf with a TV and VCR.  The TV has an old-school antenna.  The shelf has a small VHS collection. 

Corey sits on the edge of the bed and goes through the tapes: Black Christmas, Scream, Hellraiser.  The Blair Witch Project is on the bed.  He picks it up from the mattress and lies back against the wall to read the cover.  He’s exhausted.  He never intended to stay this long.  It's inertia at this point.  And lack of clothes.

The doorbell rings, and Corey's heart goes to his throat. An adolescent voice asks, "Blair?" It's pizza. She ordered pizza with a dead body in the carport.   At least she used a fake name.  He looks at the VHS box and smiles.  He listens as she flirts with the pizza boy, then the door slams.  Corey shakes his head and laughs silently.  She sure knows how to entertain herself.  He's starving.   

She brings a meat-lovers pizza to the bedroom along with clean-ish clothes: a white tee and her own pajama pants.  The pants are small but stretchy and soft. The shirt is too tight and not stretchy, but he's too cold not to wear it.  His curls are still wet.  They eat on the bed and turn on the Blair Witch Project.  He should really get going soon, but when he thinks about Joan fussing over him, it's an easy decision to stay awhile longer.  

The small shirt exposes the bottom of his solid torso, and the PJs give him a prominent bulge, even soft. Corey feels exposed, but at the same time, the soft pants feel great as they hug his ass and cradle his junk. 

The two of them huddle under an old crocheted blanket.  They start off side by side, then she puts her leg over his, and her head in the crook of his strong arm.  A while later, he turns away from the movie to face her, with his head resting in one hand.  His other hand strokes her midriff, making her look small. "Do you think he'll kill me?"

"Your hands are cold," she responds.  She wraps her arms around herself.  "He hasn't killed you yet."  She sits up and takes off her jeans. 

"Do you want these back?" He looks down at his pants. 

"Nah, they look good on you. Just keep me warm." She smiles.  When she gets back in the blanket, she lies in front of him so they're both facing the TV.   She pulls the blanket tighter.   Her hair smells clean. She settles into his body.  He inhales her hair and relaxes.  His hand drifts into her panties, and he presses the hardness of his pants into her.  

"You don't wanna do that," she says.  

"But I do," he whispers huskily.  She sighs softly, but remains resolute.  He gives up on getting into her pants and wraps his arms around her tighter.  The curves of her body will keep arousing him, but he's already come twice today and taken a cold shower.  He'll survive.  

Corey hasn't thought about Allyson for hours until now.  He feels amazing with Allyson because it's the first time he let his guard down in so long.  Allyson is pretty, she's funny, and she seems to really like him.  But she's not on the same wavelength. He's not even sure she's living in the same dimension, or if there's a way to bring her over.    He feels understood by the deputy. With her, he feels close to Michael.  Michael doesn't share, he thinks .

He drifts off pretending Michael is a third spoon behind him.  

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The VHS ends with a click and the TV turns to static.  There's no light from outside.  Corey dreams he's in Michael's lair.  Michael hugs him tight from behind, then puts him in a sleeper hold. Corey wakes up horny and gasping for air.  

His bedmate is roused by the gasping, grinds her ass into him, and sighs in her sleep as she settles again.  She must be cold.  Corey grinds into her and pre-cum begins to wet the pajama pants. The pants are so tight.  He reaches down and frees himself. The waistband under his ballsack urges him into her.  

He nestles his wood between her thighs in a warm nook that feels made for him.  It's so cozy. She grinds her ass back and he feels her folds moisten against his cock.  He gently slides against her, barely moving at first, back and forth with small  pulses.

He doesn't enter her, yet. He slides his cock along her seam until he passes her  clit and feels the cold air on the other end, then pulls back and does it again.   She grinds back more, and her relaxed hand sleepily comes down to his cockhead.  His cock is hastened by her slickness. 

He breathes heavily, fucking the sleeve formed by her thighs and seam.  The tunnel barely accommodates his girth. She moans in her sleep.  Her hand stays in front of her.  Her slick fingers graze the head of his cock every time he reaches the wall of her hand.  Soon her fingers are pressing back each time.  His eyelids grow heavy.

He thrusts gently again and again into her thigh gap.  The head of his cock hits her fingers and they press back harder this time.  They curl.  They nudge him in line with her entrance.  The next time he thrusts, he's sheathed by a much tighter, warmer, wetter sleeve. His breath hitches and his chest fills with butterflies.  

She moans softly, tilting her hips and pushing back with her ass.  He tries to stay still and briefly considers pulling out. Her ass pushes back again, then again, and again in a slow rhythm. She fucks herself on his cock.  

Corey tries not to move, but he can't resist.  He's already inside her.  He wraps his top arm around her for leverage, cups her breast, and thrusts his full length into her pussy, his girth spreading her folds.   He plunges into her deeper, his entire shaft engulfed by her warmth.  He presses his mouth to her hair and tries not to make a sound. Her hair smells like mint.  

He slides himself into her even harder.  She's so hot and wet.  It feels unbearably good.  Better than he's ever felt inside anyone.  He bites his lip, trying not to vocalize.  Her walls clench around him.  She moans and breathes, "Michael ." 

The sound of his name is too much.  Corey's balls tighten, his ass clenches, he gasps, and his cock erupts.   He repeats  "Michael," deep and soft, as his load pumps into her.  It’s a surprising amount of cum, given his recent relief.

He stays inside her, breathing, falling back asleep. He feels safe.  As he dozes off and shrinks out of her, she stirs.  Her hand comes to her seam and hits his cock.  She jolts awake and flips over. "Corey! What the fuck?" The fog clears from his head and a sense of shame and dread sets in. 

"You should really go, she says," as she gets up.  The backs of her thighs shine with their combined juices.  She pulls her jeans over her perfect ass but doesn't button them.  She stomps down the hall, fetches Corey's jumpsuit, and shoves it into his chest as he stands there, stunned. 

"I'm sorry, really - I thought you wa-"

"I want you alive, you idiot." 

"You do?" This shouldn't flatter him, but it does.  If he were her – that is, if Michael owned him - he can't imagine caring about anyone else.  

They stand in the hall and look at each other. Corey's heart is racing.  She softens her gaze, steps closer, and plays with a ringlet of his hair.  Her eyes are sad.  Corey breaks the silence, "How will he know?" He feels like he knows the answer -  Michael is an apex predator.  

"Following him around like a puppy isn't going to help.” Her face looks pained.  “Stay away from him, Corey."  He opens the front door.  Dawn is breaking.  She puts her hand on his to stop him.  She searches his eyes and seems to sense his plans.  “Hey, seriously.  Don’t do anything stupid.” 

He stops and turns around.  He presses his nose and lips into her hair and inhales, then tilts her chin upward.  He gives her a long, hard kiss, breathing in through his nose.  His lips release hers and she brings her hand to her mouth, her eyes darting around outside. 

He closes the door behind him, undeterred.

CONTINUE WITH CHAPTER 4

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Using the gift idea from @kpquickndirty got sucked into week 2 somehow...

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The box - Part One

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Big stalked into his room and stopped when he saw the gift on the counter.

“Dammit”, he muttered, knowing exactly where it had likely come from.

He changed his clothes and got a drink, while continuing to side eye the box and the ribbons hanging down its side. Determined to just ignore it, he turned on the TV. Unfortunately continuing to raise the volume couldn't seem to shut out the buzzing in his mind.

“Dammit” he repeated finally getting up and walking over to it. He knew Porsche was up to something. Ever since the shootout with Tawan the infuriating man has been insisting they were friends.

He picked it up and gave it a gentle shake. It didn't sound breakable. A single tug on the ribbon made it fall off. Surely the idiot didn't wrap this himself.

He ripped open the paper and gingerly opened the box. Who knew what that demon could dream up as a gift. To his surprise, it was a tin of candy.

He had to smile, how did Porsche know peanut candies were one of his favorites. He didn't recognize the Peanut Brittle labeling but excitedly popped the top of the tin off.

He'd never been happier to have a single room than when he screamed as the first snake erupted from the canister.

“Dammit” he said again, picking up the two long snakes full of twisted wire. He shoved them back in the can and pushed on the lid storming out of his room; only to find Porsche doubled over in the hallway smothering his laughter.

“Dammit Porsche,” Big started.

“Ah come on Big. It's so funny. Who should we give them to next?” Porsche grinned.

“You know someones gonna get shot when those things explode don't you?” Big stared him down.

Porsche couldn't stop smiling and stepped over to sling his arm across Bigs shoulders. “Maybe so, you keep them then.”

Big hated that he couldn't shrug the arm away.

“Come on man, Kinn knows I'm taking you to Hum Bar for the night. You're off duty.”

Big tried to glare at the insufferable man in front of him, but even he knew in his heart that Porsche was trying.

“Ok, let's go”

“Yeah? That was easier than I thought. Wonder what I'll get you next time”

“Ai-Porsche. Don't you dare.” Big said as the two of them headed to the carport.

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The exploding snakes thing from a canister of peanut brittle is a real thing. Do a search on YouTube for "peanut brittle snake can" and enjoy. I got one for Xmas as a kid and it is still a memorable gift.

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I don't recall all the tags but @kpquickndirty and feel free to #remix this if anyone wants to.

[delopsia]

HI CAN WE TALK ABT VEHICLES AGAIN PLS?

So do the boys keep their trucks clean inside and out 95% of the time? Or do one or both of them just kinda let the inside get away from them? Like finding random bolts and parts and wire snips and gloves on every surface of their trucks? Or are they vacuuming it out once a week ? (One boy finding the other boy and reader’s underwear in the truck and immediately going back to the house for sexy time) are their trucks kept in the garage or in the drive way? Both?

Which boy does most of the vehicle maintenance? Do they have opinions on what reader drives? Like brand make model? Because ik in my family every guy has like a brand of car he 100% will not work on. Do they have any stipulations like that?

How big is the garage?

Original truck post, for reference

Bobby absolutely keeps his truck clean; it's a pavement princess through and through. It can absolutely do the heavy lifting that Rhett's does, pulling trailers and general offroading, but Bob doesn't have much of a reason to do those sorts of things. That pretty little truck is as clean as a whistle, gets a nice handwash every few weeks, and the interior is borderline brand new. Maybe the floor mats have a little mud because Rhett's boots are rarely clean, but he stays pretty on top of it.

A big player in that is the whole Navy thing. He's expected to keep his uniforms pristine, and it just feels wrong to drive onto a base with a vehicle that doesn't reflect that same cleanliness standard.

Rhett's truck is an entirely different story. He'd love to keep it clean, but it's just not feasible when you work on a ranch five days a week, sometimes six, if someone calls off. Dirt clings to the sides like a bad memory, but the inside isn't particularly horrible if you ignore the floor mats. His passenger seat is almost always occupied by a toolbox and a second box of "ranch junk," as he calls it; any tools too big to fit find themselves on the floor or in the back seat.

He'll clean it every other month just to keep things from getting too bad, but it's not something he puts a ton of concern into. He can spend hours scrubbing it over the weekend and have it just as dirty come Friday.

This could vary depending on the house you imagine, but the house I use to blueprint my writing has a two-car garage. Bob and Reader's vehicles occupy it, while a double-wide carport sits outside, home to Rhett's two trucks. It only makes sense; Bob and Reader's vehicles are clean, daily drivers. Rhett's work truck would track mud onto the garage floor, and the old GMC Sierra has been promoted to the near-exclusive role of date night vehicle.

Rhett's not exactly the car guy; he can do an oil change and minor garage things, but machines aren't truly his thing. He can YouTube it and probably get the job done, but there's no guarantee he did it right or if it'll last.

Bobby, on the other hand, grew up fixing farm equipment; it's almost second nature to him. He's pretty handy at these sorts of things; he'll call for Rhett to give him a hand or use him as an errand boy every now and then, but he generally works best alone.

Rhett's extremely reluctant to work on luxury brand vehicles. A lot of times, those vehicles have tech that requires special training, and he's very aware of his subpar skill set. He'd rather inconvenience you and take you to the dealership for maintenance than do it by himself and risk fucking up your fancy car.

Bob tries not to play the "I'll never work on this vehicle" card, but he's not a big fan of Nissan's. He went through two in college; one was a money pit full of endless problems, and the transmission failed on the one he got to replace it. Probably bad luck, but he's got a bias against them. Like Rhett, though, he'll suck it up and work on them if the Reader owns one.

[aroihkin]

Five years after my first and last use of the 'mah house tag', and I have bought a house. It's 1254 square feet above ground with a full basement under it, two functional fireplaces, and it's on a half acre of land with way more than that of forest behind it. Paved double wide driveway, one carport space, a utility shed, and an old busted up outbuilding I'll have to clear out at some point. Also it's on a fuckin culdesac, so it's damn near private.

One fireplace is in the living room, and the other is in the basement, both using the same chimney structure that runs up the center of the house. It has central heat too, so they're for lighting for chilling out with or for emergencies. The basement one especially, down there is like the ideal storm shelter.

The fact that I cope with shit by doing ridiculous amounts of research and website-scouring really fuckin paid off for me this time. The only way this place could be more perfect for me is if it had a garage, and on a half acre I suspect I can find the space to stick one in later. Same for a greenhouse/garden, etc. It's even situated and has an ideal roof for putting solar on eventually.

This is the whole reason I moved out to STL, and after all that's entailed it's finally paying off.

Oh and only the bedrooms have carpet, the rest of the place is hard flooring, including actual brand new hardwood through half of the upstairs. This is also good, dust is gross and it's easier to mop than to vac and occasionally deep-clean a carpet. Though even that would be easier in this place (and will be for the bedrooms) because it has a functioning central vacuum system.

It's intense, and honestly the fact that I have it all official and in writing, down payments and first month paid, and definitely mine, is still sinking in.

Now to move out of this shitty apartment by the end of the month. And in the summer, I can go get my shit out of storage in Cali and get it trucked over by a moving company, and unloaded into my house.

So anyway that's some of what I've been up to.

Edit: Also, 2 bathrooms, one has a shower and the other one has a big claw foot tub. Fucking ideal.

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[hometoursandotherstuff]

Love this little blue 1885 townhouse in Cincinnati, Ohio. It has 2bds, 3ba, $535K + $250mo. HOA.

Isn't this a wonderful renovation? Brick walls, a brick fireplace, a large wall of shelving flanked by 2 silvery metal columns, and even a built-in desk with shelving.

Completely open concept floor plan, this reno looks like a very classy industrial loft.

There is a lovely guest powder room.

In the middle is a dining area and a 2nd fireplace. They took the wall down, but it works. A wall with 2 fireplaces looks fabulous in this design.

Next is a sleek modern black & white kitchen with black satin-finished cabinetry.

Very modern farmhouse style sink in dove gray with a shiny finish that looks ceramic.

Beautiful modern stair rails.

The 1st large bedroom is a nursery, big enough for 2 children.

Nice 3 pc. bath.

The primary bedroom is bright and has a lovely skylight.

Built-in vanity could be a desk, also.

It also has an en-suite with double glass bowl sinks and a separate toilet room with storage.

Isn't this a nice feature- a roof top deck.

There's also off-street parking, which is a bonus in the city.

View from the back shows 2 decks and an enclosed area in the middle.

This looks like the only residence that has its own carport.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/1223-Jackson-St-1-Cincinnati-OH-45202/170842784_zpid/?