#Lowrise Apartments

[investoxpertblog]

Lowrise Apartments in Noida offer a peaceful and spacious living experience, away from the hustle of high-rise buildings. With fewer floors, these apartments provide more privacy and a sense of community. Featuring modern amenities, they are perfect for those seeking tranquility, comfort, and a relaxed lifestyle in Noida.

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[robmoses1]

Good Holidays

The holidays have been going great over here. I hope wherever you are you have been enjoying the holidays too! I figured I’d better get this picture out the door while it was still the season. I love the extra bit of colour the Christmas lights add to the scene. Thanks for stopping by, Rob

[residential-property-noida]

Nirala Greenshire Phase 2 is planned to offer 3 BHK low-rise apartments with modern lifestyle to all the residents Situated in Sector 2 Noida Extension. Nirala Greenshire Phase 1 residential developments are in Ready To Move In.

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━ You Wanna Guess? ━

Pairing: ellie williams x fem!reader

Content Warning: +18 content, minors do not interact, fic is based on Guess by Charli xcx featuring Billie Eilish, oral (r! receiving), kitchen sex, thumb sucking, porn with plot

w/c ≈ 1800

Ellie couldn’t keep her eyes away from you, more specifically keep her eyes from drifting down to your lower back, the small tattoo peeking out from the lowrise jeans you were wearing, however it wasn’t just the tattoo that was piquing Ellies interest. The black lace thongs that were sticking out were much more interesting. 

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It was supposed to be a lazy Sunday, but you decided that the two of you needed to get out of the small apartment you were sharing. You'd been cooped up there since Friday evening and Ellie would’ve been fully contempt with a weekend full of nothing but you two being close to one another, but you had other plans for how you were going to spend your Sunday and Ellie decided to tag along.  

You started with lunch and then the two of you were roaming the streets of Boston, checking off boxes on your shopping list. First looking for new duvet covers and that's when Ellie noticed the black lace fabric sticking out. You were crouched, looking at some blue flannel duvet covers and Ellie couldn’t help but stare, because it was her favorite pair. The black lace ones, with the bow in the front. She also knew that they were part of a matching set and she wondered if you were wearing the bra that went with it. The black lace lingerie set was something you picked out together, Ellie's gift to you that Valentine’s day - which was more of a gift to herself, but that’s irrelevant. 

It was as if the underwear you were wearing was haunting her. They were plaguing her mind. She tried to keep her composure, but they kept on reappearing throughout the day. At the bookstore, when you once again crouched down to look at the classics on the bottom shelf, or at the grocery store when you were reaching for something on the top shelf. Ellie was capable of keeping her hands off of you in public, most of the time. The two of you had been together for a long time at this point and Ellie had been in situations were she found you incredibly sexy, to the point where all she wanted were to press you up against the nearest surface and just fuck you sensless, but she’d often managed to keep her cool and wait until you were at home. Now however, she was a ticking time bomb and it was the underwear's fault. 

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The two of you had finally made it home and were putting away the groceries together. The way you moved around made the underwear peek out several times and Ellie couldn’t keep her composure any longer, she needed you now. So, Ellie decided to move towards you, wrap her arms around your waist and bury her head in your neck, breathing in your scent. “Ellie” you said while playfully trying to get her away from you, her breathing tickling the side of your neck. Ellie’s arms only wrapped tighter around your waist and she huffed out a “what” you could hear the pout on her face, “I’m not doing anything,” she continued, the pout turning into a smirk. “Yes, you are,” you chuckled, “you're distracting me, let me just finish up and you’ll get my undivided attention.” “ You better” she only huffed out, then returned to bury her face in your neck and her arms remained around your waist. She clung onto your body as you moved through the kitchen, putting away the remainder of your groceries. Then, as you promised, your attention turned towards her. 

You turned around in her arms, your hands moving to cup her face. Ellie’s hands which used to have a respectful placement around your waist, were now drifting down and placed them on your ass and hips. Ellie sucked in a breath as she buried her thumbs underneath the waistband of your jeans, stroking the material she was entranced by the whole day. “What has gotten you so needy, baby?” you asked softly, Ellie answered by pressing her lips on yours. Because she was needy and she was needy for you.

Ellie’s hands moved to unbutton your jeans and when they laid on the kitchen floor, the place where they belong according to Ellie, her hands immediately gripped onto your thighs to place you upon the edge of the kitchen counter. “Been thinking about this all day, babe,” Ellie said while placing sloppy kisses onto your neck. “About what?” you questioned playfully, she had been giving you ‘bedroom eyes’ all day, but you couldn’t come up with a reason as to why. “The fucking underwear, baby,” she said looking into your eyes, while simultaneously cupping her hand inbetween your legs. You let out a strangled “oh” both for the clarification but also the sudden pressure. 

Ellie’s lips trailed down your chin, neck and onto your fabric clothed chest, which Ellie immediately made an effort to remove. A curse slipped out from her lips as she saw that you were in fact wearing the matching bra. Her hands and mouth latched onto your lace clothed tits, massaging, licking and biting lightly. Your hands flung into her hair, weaving themselves through her auburn locks. “Baby please,” you pleaded, pushing Ellie’s head down to where you wanted her the most. She chuckled into your skin, lips placing light kisses down your stomach, “look who's needy now, sweet girl” Ellie muttered looking up at you with a smug look plastered on her face. 

She grabbed onto your thighs, angling your hips upward for better access. Surprised by the fast motion you let out a yelp, as an apology Ellie kissed your thigh. Ellie’s hands were on your hips, keeping you in place, fingers weaving themselves in your black lace underwear, playing with the fabric, teasingly. Ellie’s lips were on the move, from light kisses on your plush inner thighs, to your lower stomach, but never at your center. You tried to guide Ellies head towards your pussy, but she kept on teasing kisses around it. You couldn’t fathom the level of self control she must have at this moment, if this was any other day, she would’ve already been two fingers deep already. 

You let out a whine and uttered “fuck, Ellie please just-” when she moved away from your lower half, positioning herself to be face to face with you. You were cut off by the fast movement of her hand tangling in your hair, pulling at it slightly. A gasp was released by you at the sudden movement. Ellie gazed deeply into your eyes, “you’ve been teasing me all day baby, and I can’t have a little fun with you? Such a brat,” she said mockingly, one hand moving to cup your cheek, thumb slowly tracing your bottom lip. You pushed your tongue out slightly, licking her thumb. Ellie decided to move it along further, pushing her thumb deeper into your mouth, you wrapped your lips around it and started sucking. Ellie watched with fascination, and the facade of self control started to crumble. Deep breathing could be heard from the both of you, Ellie released her thumb from your mouth, with a last swipe of your bottom lip, before her hand disappeared between your thighs. “So wet for me,” she stated, while her thumb was stroking your clit through your soaked underwear.

Feeling how wet you were, Ellie decided to move downwards again, however this time at a much faster pace. Her head was buried between your thighs in no time, she gave one lick on your still lace covered core, before moving the fabric aside and dove in. She was lapping at your core like a starved woman. She was licking, sucking and lightly biting on your clit, pulling moans, whines and pleads out of your mouth. It was messy, Ellie’s lower half of her face fully drenched in your wetness. Her hands were holding your hips down, so you wouldn’t accidentally buck yourself off the kitchen counter. 

The rhythmic sucking and licking on your clit was bringing you closer to an orgasm. Your head was thrown back, leaning against the kitchen cabinet, one hand buried in Ellie’s hair, the other gripping the edge of the counter. Your thighs were now placed on  Ellie’s shoulders, her head secured in between your thighs. The apartment was quiet, except for the pornographic noises the two of you were making. 

Ellie could sense that you were approaching climax, your body was tensing and you were grinding against her face, her suspicion was confirmed by you repeating “don’t stop” mixed with numerous curses. Ellie wouldn’t dare to stop, if she was honest, she probably needed this just as much as you did. Ellie did just as she was told to do, she continued. She continued to lap at your core, continued to moan into it, and continued to look up at you as you were approaching your climax.

It wasn’t long until your last throaty chant of Ellie’s name was vibrating off the kitchen walls, your body tense and sweaty. Ellie’s head was still locked in place between your thighs, the last grinds of your hips hitting her tongue. Then your body relaxed and slumped backwards, Ellie’s grip on your hips releasing as she straightened herself. Her disheveled face now leveled with yours. A smile spread on your face when you got a good look at the state Ellie was in, hair all ruffled, sticking to her forehead and neck, her mouth and chin glistening. 

She leant in towards you, lips pressing against yours, this time much softer. Her tongue protruding into your mouth, moaning at the taste of yourself. Then her lips started moving again, down your chin, jawline, neck and towards your chest. You hummed at the sensations, your hands tangling themselves in Ellie’s hair yet again, pulling her upwards to face you. You saw the frustrated look on her face, she wanted a second round. You chuckled at her expression, playfully stating “I should wear these underwear more often, huh?” Ellie’s hands were yet again playing with the lace when thinking about her answer “I don’t think you can, they're ruined, but I can get you new ones,” she said smirking, looking up at you through her eyelashes. You kissed her, giving you time to think of a comeback. You parted your lips from hers, whispering against them, “Ellie,” “mhm?” she responded, you moved your lips closer to hers, “I shouldn't be wearing ruined underwear, right?” Gazing into her eyes, to see if she got the innuendo. She shook her head with a sly smile on her face, “you definitely shouldn’t,” she said, dragging your underwear down your legs letting them fall to the kitchen floor.

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Thank you for reading! If you liked this fic, check out my masterlist for more :)

[transit-fag]

Let's go to a random house in Chicago on Redfin

I love the architecture and style of these old lowrise apartments.

I am going to commit a murder

[kindlingkeen]

you can do it keen!! we're always in awe of what you share with us anyway, i'm sure we'll eat up anything and everything about jason that you write ❤❤✊✊

🥹

Thanks anon, that’s so sweet. Chapter 9 of EoFP is being particular difficult, but it’s almost done, only like half a scene yet to go! Have a little snippet as a thank you for your kind words. 💙

Bruce is grappling through the Bowery on his way back to the Batmobile when he sees a flash of color. There’s a smear of pink on one of the fire escapes of the lowrise apartment building he’s swinging over that’s sparkling in the glow from the streetlight. Bruce slows, changing the trajectory of his swing to land silently on the roof. He paces over to the edge, peering down.

The fire escape is a tangle of metal rails and grating, but Bruce can clearly make out a plastic, child-sized picnic table wedged into one corner of the landing outside a third-story window. The plastic is an age-worn pink covered with stickers and marker drawings laid down with childish exuberance. Sitting at the table is a little girl, she looks like she’s no more than five years old. The sparkles coating her layers of her tule skirt glitter in the moonlight. She’s wearing a hot pink puffy coat and there’s a tiara sitting slightly askew on her head, her tangled flyaway hair holding it in place.

[choism]

Wooyoung who has several pleasure piercings (tongue, nipples, cock) and wears slutty croptops amd slutty lowrise jeans and wears his thong out all slutty and gets off on giving other people pleasure and cums in his pants once while giving you the best head of your life and cums again while finger fucking you then cums inside of you but he is still wearing the slutty crop top and his jeans are only pulled past his ass and he is wearing a slutty pink bejeweled butt plug but also he is a dom so he really fucks the life out of you in a shitty club bathroom then takes you for round two at his slutty 2000s themed apartment and fucks you senseless against his pink leopard print silk bedding and makes you cum twice as much as he has

[catsintei]

District 2 being headcanoned as luxurious and fancy looking is OUT

District 2 lowrise brutalist concrete architecture is IN

I mean, District 2 is the masonry District, providing the Capitol with mainly stone and probably concrete, which I think they would also use for their own construction. So I've always imagined it looking like a city of lowrise concrete apartment buildings, housing multiple people/families, instead of individual houses. Practical and brutalistic, instead of luxurious, despite their status as one of the wealthiest Districts in Panem. Think Slavic apartment blocks.

[beinspiredbyroses]

flowers overhanging the pavement outside a lowrise apartment block

[investoxpertblog]

Lowrise Apartments in Noida offer a perfect blend of privacy, space, and modern amenities. Designed for peaceful living, these apartments provide lush green surroundings, contemporary architecture, and excellent connectivity. Ideal for families and professionals, they ensure a premium lifestyle with the comfort of independent living in vibrant Noida.

[maztroconsulting]

Amod Residency Sector 73 Sarfabad Noida | 1/2/3 BHK Lowrise Apartments

Welcome To Amod Residency, Sector 73, Noida

Amod Residency, Sector 73, Noida: A magnificent lowrise project draped in regal luxury!

  Nestled within a huge expanse of verdant greenery and studded with innumerable lifestyle features, facilities, and amenities, Amod Residency is a dream come true for home seekers in Noida. A royal project by the reputed construction group, Aashi Constructions, the entire rendering is a beautiful fusion of modern design and a posh environment. Crafted to meet your expectations of a luxurious urban lifestyle amidst a great family environment, this elegant development is the place where you can celebrate each day in joyous festivities.

  The project having 55+ apartment units in total, what sets Amod Residency Noida apart from other developments in the region is its unique location advantage. Being just 20 minutes’ away from the National Capital, New Delhi and in close vicinity to an expressway, this magnificent project boasts of many more important destinations like renowned hospitals, educational institutions, major markets & shopping hubs in its close vicinity.

  The project is constructed in Sector 73, Noida city. The city is known for its contemporary lifestyle. Thus the project has lots of amenities like state-of-art clubhouse, swimming pool, car washing points, separate play area for children,

  Elegantly designed apartments, retail facility for shopping, beautifully landscaped area, hassle-free parking, 24 x 7 power back-up & water supply, high-end security, fire fighting system, pollution-free environs, captivating water fountain & sit-out zone, piped gas connection, Wifi connection, et al. The spaces are indeed designed to bestow you with a regal lifestyle.

To present you the best way of stylish and supreme living, Amod Residency has brought a range of smart and lovely apartments to luxury homebuyers in Noida.

  This is one of the finest constructions in Sector 73, Noida at the same prices and hence, visitors are providing positive reviews and overwhelming responses to this property. The developers have made it eco-friendly and execute great green living facilities in the complex.

  The exteriors are very unique here and attract everyone with their magnificent designs. Glorious 1/2/3 BHKs in different sizes and configurations are available here from new bookings.

  The accessibility from Amod Residency Noida is very smooth to the important key areas and major landmarks in NCR. Metro station is just 5 minutes and the upcoming Jewar International Airport is just 30 minutes of drive away from here.

  All the luxury resources, supreme amenities, and world-class facilities are available in the complex. So, select a dream home here today and get the experience of an exotic living in Noida.

  Amod Residency Price is actually too low. Don’t waste time in just thinking, get set go and book your dream residence in the city of Noida. It’s one of the happening cities of the National Capital Region. Thus what are you waiting for? Explore the various payment options and loan facilities.

Maztro Consulting's insight:

Amod Residency, Sector 73, Noida: A magnificent lowrise project draped in regal luxury!

  The project having 55+ apartment units in total, what sets Amod Residency Noida apart from other developments in the region is its unique location advantage. Being just 20 minutes’ away from the National Capital, New Delhi and in close vicinity to an expressway, this magnificent project boasts of many more important destinations like renowned hospitals, educational institutions, major markets & shopping hubs in its close vicinity.

  The project is constructed in Sector 73, Noida city. The city is known for its contemporary lifestyle. Thus the project has lots of amenities like state-of-art clubhouse, swimming pool, car washing points, separate play area for children,

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i learned that the Interlace is a highrise apartment community in Singapore designed to promote social interaction with a lowrise-upon-lowrise concept whereby vertical village “superblocks” are interlaced in a stacked hexagonal pattern for an urban habitat that actually increases the site’s green space by 112% (x)

[revasserium]

ma’am I love the way you write about hands and kakashi, so if you would like, can I ask for kakashi + hand holding headcanons. or anything really ❤️❤️

commissions are open; requests are always open, but i make no promises 

(re)teach kakashi ; 990 words 

from the moment he was taught how to use a kunai, he knew that his hands were made for killing. it fit, somehow, the weight of the dark metal in his palms, the way the cold of it stung his fingers on particularly cold mornings, like a constant reminder of the havoc he can wreak on the world, of the litres and litres of blood he’s capable of spilling. of how he was made for naught else but this -- 

the first time you take his hands in yours, he’s terrified of breaking you, somehow, even though he knows you’re much too strong to be broken; still, he doesn’t trust himself. he wants to tell you be careful he wants to tell you watch out for all the broken glass caught beneath my finger nails he wants to tell you it’ll hurt when i touch you because that’s just what my hands were made to do. 

“you have really nice hands,” you say, running your own, delicate fingers over them -- scarred and callused yes, but beautiful nonetheless. 

he lets out a laugh like a breath of shaking the world from his shoulders -- 

“thanks... they’re... useful.” 

“mm, best shinobi tools, huh?” you lace your fingers through his, letting your head fall back against his shoulders. the pair of you sit on the floor of his apartment, your legs tucked under the lowrise table, the heater beneath the blanket humming, his arms curled around you like a sweater, chin hooked over your shoulder. 

“yep. what with signs and...” he sighs, “well, everything else.” 

you grin, turning your face slightly. 

“you wanna learn how to play piano?” 

“ha?” 

“have you ever played an instrument?” you look down at your interlaced hands, sinking deeper into the warmth of his chest, melting into him like you so often do. it’s a strange thing, for the both of you, to let your guards down so much, to allow him access to the back of your neck where he’s grazing his lips against your skin -- 

to fight down the urge to turn and run when either of you opens the a door that’s not in your immediate line of sight; to let you wander up behind him, wrap your arms around his torso, drag him to the bed, kiss him till he doesn’t remember all the cardinal directions or which way the wind is currently blowing. 

“you should try it.” 

“the... piano --” he hums, and then, he smiles, letting his lips graze the skin of your cheek, “sure, if you’re willing to teach me.” 

you laugh, twisting in his arms to wrap yours around his neck, nosing into the crook of his neck. he shifts to tuck your body more snuggly against his, and then, you both fall into a soft, sweet silence, the kind that’s unweighted by the dregs of duty or expectation. a clean, almost reverent silence, unshielded, unweaponized -- still, and made all the more perfect because of it. 

when you lean up to kiss him, kakashi finds his hands trailing along the dip of your waist, coming to rest on the bend of your hips, and for the first time in possibly forever, they don’t feel like the creatures of destruction they usually are -- you teach him slowly, without words, how to wield them like paint brushes instead of throwing stars, to draw breath instead of blood -- to trade in pleasure and trust rather than lives and deaths. 

you teach him, like learning how to fly, like coaxing wings from his back after a whole eternity of back-aches and too-sore shoulders, wondering why on earth he was made like that, only to realize that oh, maybe... just maybe, he was made for something more. 

“kakashi?” 

“hm?” he turns to face you, the sheets mussed and twisted around your bodies like water made solid. he reaches out to trace a finger along the side of you face, brushing over the soft, smooth plane of your cheeks, all the way up to tug lightly at your ear. he smiles. 

“how do you think you’ll like it?” you turn to face him, your whole body curling beneath the sheets till he can do little else than reach forward and pull you close. it’s not a choice so much as it is a compulsion, to reach for you, to touch you -- to love you. 

“like what?” he’s too distracted by the smell of your skin on his. 

you raise a hand to touch his nose, following the line of it up to his forehead, and then slowly down the left side of his face, tracing the pink, slightly puckered skin of his scar; he lets his sharingan eye flicker open to look at you, and he thinks even if he could peer into the depths of your mind, he wouldn’t -- because he wants to find out slowly, bit by bit, taste it on your lips, steal it from your tongue, derive it from the way your body bends and breaks beneath him, for him, for him. 

he lets his hands dance over the map of your skin, the dots and scars and lingering wounds like landmarks to places he wishes he could see. 

“playing piano,” you say, and his hands pause; he considers you, in the dim light of the half-full moon, filtering through his window, the curtains left open for the night sky to pour in, spilling across the floor like ill-kept secrets. 

he laughs, a sound that shocks even himself. you laugh too, and he thinks there’s no sound more beautiful in the world than the sounds of your mixed laughter, ringing between your bodies -- trickling down your skins like piano music. 

“i think i’ll like it...” he says, leaning in to brush his nose to yours, his hands settling against your body like finding the meaning of ‘meant to be’ -- 

“because it’ll be with you.”