#Spacious 3 bedroom house plans

[aarolli]

Spacious 3 bedroom house plans

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[moondirti]

Hello! So not a request but a Dahlia thought: when getting to the boys place she's a little anxious but then she sees the perfectly set up spare room they just happen to coincidently have set up perfectly. And it's so comfortable and peaceful after a shit day and a equally shittier couple of months that reader just kind of releases the damn of tears. Which you know just inforcess that they are doing the right thing by taking her. It's for her own good.

PART 1 • PART 2 • PART 3 tags: simon x f!reader x johnny. alluded abuse (not by ghoap). kidnapping (but is it really kidnapping anymore?) pregnancy.

Their home is nice.

You don't know what you expected. Nothing bad, certainly – one look at their car and you guessed they were comfortable – but whatever approximation you rendered in your head didn’t come close to hitting the mark. Perhaps it was the remnants of your misgivings, then, that convinced you they lived in some squalid house off the side of the freeway. No one is kind enough to offer free room and board without there being some sort of catch. 

But it's nice. Spacious. Secluded, though not to a concerning degree. You pass through a quaint town in order to get to it, and it's only another two miles out, tucked on the outskirts of a neighbouring forest. A two-story chalet, understated and painted dark to deliberately sink into its surroundings. If you had to guess, it was the pick of the one in the mask; the style suits him more than the other one, you think. Elevated inches off the ground. Weathered cedar exterior, softened by time, and a modest front porch with three Adirondack chairs positioned around a bonfire pit. 

“Did someone else live here with you?” You ask, tucking your thumb into your bag strap as you follow them to the front door. The shorter of them throws a look over his shoulder, brows furrowed in an endearing way. “I just ask because– well, you mentioned a spare bedroom, and there are three seats out here. So…” 

“Johnny’s mum stayed with us for a while after his father passed.” The masked one says, unlocking the entrance before pulling it open for you. Your heart twinges uncomfortably in your chest, and you give a sad smile to ‘Johnny’ on your way in.

“I’m sorry for your loss.” 

He appears astounded for a second, gaze flickering back and forth between you and his partner, before settling in place. “Ah, dinnae be. Wis a long time ago.” 

You’re pleased to find that the interior is a lot brighter. Where the outside boasted a dark green paint job, the inside glows in a smattering of honeyed wood and sage tones. All open-plan; you can see the dining table and kitchen from where you step into the living room, brown leather couches serving as the only divisors of the space. You allow your eyes to rove over the walls, the plush carpets underfoot, up and over to where the lofted second-story overlooks the bottom floor. Large picture windows allow ample light to flood in, yet it seems to have the particularly concerning effect of illuminating how… empty it all is. Because apart from a strew of personal belongings – boots by the foyer, a half-filled water bottle on the breakfast bar, a coat thrown over the back of an armchair – there’s nothing to indicate that they actually live here. 

For all you know, they could’ve rented the car and the house to lure you in. 

A pit opens up in your stomach. You pat your pocket for your phone, then turn to where they await your reaction. 

“I didn’t catch your names.” You ask, cringing internally at how straightforward you seem. You have to remind yourself that it’s better to be blunt, to scope this situation out before you’re in too deep. If it takes playing oblivious, then so be it. “I’m embarrassed I don’t know. You’re being so kind, after all.” 

“Johnny. John Mactavish, if ye wanna be proper.” The Scotsman beams, stepping forward to take your bag off your hands, that which you tentatively. The other one merely stays still, peering out on you from above his fabric mask. You shift from foot to foot, waiting. 

Eventually, he blinks. “Ghost.” 

The pit deepens. You breathe through the nausea climbing up your chest. That’s not a name, you’re tempted to say. Tempted to take your bag back over your shoulder and call a cab. But it’s so early in the morning that you know you’ll have a hard time reaching one. And even if you manage, where would you go? Certainly not home. 

The callous echo of your ex’s voice still bounces around in your skull. It’s just a matter of probability. Risk it here with these perfect strangers, who may or may not be ill-intentioned. Or risk it back home, with a man you know only means to do you harm. 

So, you give them your name. 

(Just the first. Though that isn’t without its precautions, either; later, when you finally tuck in, you’ll be sure to send your location and the name Mactavish off to a trusted friend.)

Johnny’s grin widens, something warm and molasses-thick radiating from the lines it carves into his cheeks. It’s so genuine, so welcoming and hospitable, that you have a hard time imagining him as a bad guy. And however Ghost unnerves you, he’s obviously decent enough to have bagged such a positive force of nature. Decent enough to have offered you a ride, and a place to stay when you were so desperately in need of one too. 

It all tallies up in your head, sand on a scale that dips in favour of one side. Maybe it’s the sleep deprivation, or the pregnancy hormones schooling your common sense into accepting the two, strong men who have demonstrated their willingness to provide – but you’re quickly softening up to the possibility that this is something good without exception. A reward for putting up with so much over the past few months. Some reality where life isn’t looking to beat you down.

If only for the night. 

You blindly follow as Johnny gives you a brief tour. Their bedroom is just to the left of the living space, and he tells you to knock if you need anything at all. 

“Ye'll be staying upstairs, hen. Unless th' stairs ur awfy much fur ye?” 

“No.” You shake your head, stricken by the utter graciousness. “Please. I’m so thankful you’re helping at all. Upstairs is just fine.” 

“Promise?” He demands, eyes wide like a quizzical pup. Ghost sidles up behind him, large hand clasping onto his shoulder, right where his shirt's collar ends to reveal the base of his neck. You stare at that touch, that point of skin-on-skin contact, for what must be too long before you can bring yourself to respond. 

“I- Yeah. I promise.” 

Your room isn't really a room at all, but a loft as large as half the first floor. Three walls and a missing fourth, polished wood railing and opaque curtains offering a degree of separation from the rest of the home. It's all you can do not to flop down on the bed immediately, stripping down to your panties and undershirt before relieving yourself in the attached bathroom.

Despite the modicum of hesitation still planted in your gut – which you doubt will go away until you’re absolutely sure you haven’t made yourself victim to a pair of crazy sexy serial killers – you unwind at record speed. Surprising how easy it is when you aren’t confronted with the burden of your real life. When everything is warm and provided for. When your bed is made with crisp clean sheets, a homemade quilt folded neatly on the edge, and the outside ambience isn’t singing drunks but quiet. 

And of course, once your guard comes down, so too does your strength. A ball of devastation snowballs in your chest. Your sternum burns and your nose grows hot. You hardly remember to clasp a hand around your mouth before you burst into an ugly sob, fat tears slipping off your lash line. Only when a stressed hiccup seizes your frame do you become thankful for your sense; you’d really hate for them to hear you cry after having been so kind. You’re not ungrateful in the slightest, but already you prep yourself for the disappointment of returning home come night. A preemptive grief for the life you can never give yourself.

A chorus of morning birdsong and your own, miserable sniffles lull you to sleep.

if anyone's curious, here's the floorplan i used to imagine ghoap's chalet! (source)

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Thanks to dumbkatsure for sending this gorgeous 1905 granite stone, Chateauesque style house in Fort Wayne, IN. It has 7bds, 8ba, and is listed for $899,900. I'm surprised that it's under $1M. The owner must be anxious to sell b/c it's also been reduced $50K.

Isn't this an unusual entry? There's a foyer, and then it's open with columns on the left, framing the sitting area and wide stairs recessed to the right.

This is such an unusual placement of stairs. They're wide, intricately carved, and the landing is only 3 stairs up. It also has a large niche.

Beautiful dining room has an inlaid floor, coffered ceiling and wainscoting.

A hall has a doorway with columns and then another sitting area with columns, just like the ones in the entrance. The owners have their art collection displayed and described just like in a museum. This layout is so open.

I'm not sure what this room is, but it looks like that's a bar. Another beautiful room with a coffered ceiling and wainscoting. Stairs are visible in the hall. The owners don't have the home set up the way it's intended to be, as you'll see from the floor plan.

In this room, the owner has glass cases with many artifacts on display. It looks like some of the furniture is also a part of their collection. I can see a beautiful fireplace in the corner.

Next comes the cozy kitchen. It's cute, and they've got a matching gothic screen that forms a clever faux closet.

Looks like a cook's stove, but I wouldn't want art over it. I'd prefer a tile backsplash.

Their art decorates the walls going up the stairs, as well as the wall under the stairs. They even got lighting installed under the landing. I wonder why they like leaving doors open.

The primary bedroom has an alcove for the bed. Art with descriptive cards also decorates this room.

Lovely bedroom. It's also quite spacious.

The library has a beautiful fireplace and built-in shelving. There goes another open door.

The attic is beautifully finished. There's an apt. up here with a full kitchen.

A bed is tucked into a perfect space next to an exposed brick wall.

Outdoors, the gardens are stunning. Coming down the stairs, there are hedges, flowers and greenery lining paths to the street.

Beautiful entrance with a porch large enough for a bench.

They got some seating behind a stone wall with trees and a view of the street.

Ivy covered arbor with seating.

Here's another patio with an ivy covered entrance and the privacy of lush greenery.

This ivy covered castle-like home is a stunner and so fascinating.

It's on a .28 acre tree-filled lot. There's also an ivy-covered garage.

You can see the separation of the suburban neighborhood and the city.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/1202-W-Wayne-St-Fort-Wayne-IN-46802/246485632_zpid/

[lunarmango]

Flickering Lights

Demon Alastor x Human reader fic? ON IT. I'm so siked to make this a series and I hope who reads this enjoys this as much as I do. I wanna get into writing. (I don't write, I draw) and I was thinking of making a longer fic, the details were so hard to piece together. I really enjoy the concept of demon Al with human reader. So here we go!

Word Count: 2k

TW: None for now? Pretty mild stuff haha.

Chapter One: Moving in

New Orleans, Louisiana

1946

Where wandering spirits were said to roam, walk and explore more frequently, being an area where people would find it easier to communicate with them, or so you were told. You were convinced it's utter nonsense to be completely honest. The whole notion of spirits was so far fetched you just couldn't bring yourself to even fathom them. Though not opposed to being proved wrong.

It's been years, saving for a house. Your apartment was small, cheap and far too crowded with furniture and items you just can't let go of. From a suffocating apartment to a house. You were practically buzzing from excitement. Like, literally almost shaking.

A new chapter in your life.

When you walked in, you suck air through your teeth in anticipation, the cool air hitting your teeth invigorating you, fingers fumbling with the old metallic keys that jingled in response, finally able to slot the correct one in the door and push open the dark wood hastily, the hinges swinging and the door practically flying.

You winced at the loud thud when it slammed on the white painted brick wall. Taking a few deep breaths, you decided it was best if you didn't wreck your new house on the first day. You think you would actually cry if you did, and you were not willing to test that theory. Checking the wall where the door hit with a small grimace of anticipation, you close the door behind you, relieved to see the wall is fine, your face relaxing again as you take yet another deep breath through your nose.

House tour!

Kicking off your shoes at the entrance, you begin wandering from room to room, you take in the spacious kitchen and living room. Though it lacked a certain homey touch. But you were aware why. There was no furniture after all. You had a vision for the house. Just had to wait 3 days before you could make it happen and the furniture would arrive. You had big plans, that did not pair well with your lack of patience. You already had multiple shitty sketches of how you roughly wanted each room to look. The furniture is all you need, it'll arrive soon enough. Hopefully.

You're going to need to find a way to pass the time.

First things first, you still haven't explored the upstairs! Running your hand gingerly along the wooden railing as you hop upstairs, the hard floor creaking occasionally under your feet every few steps, you take a sharp left and step into the master bedroom. It was massive. You feel a grin etch at your face as you peek your head inside. You're definitely getting a king sized bed. With a nod you left the room, confident you were going to be a pro napper at least a month within getting your new bed.

You open the door to the bathroom. Spacious enough, room for a decent sized tub and shower. Although you never really saw the point in baths if you wanted to get clean. You step out and look into the spare bedroom. Maybe a potential study? That or the attic. You always were sure that the environment can heavily affect the quality of ones work.

Was such a big house going to make you feel small? Possibly alone? You scoffed to yourself. Who cares when you have such a house?! Expensive too. Ho ho you were going to have fun "subtly" showing off this house to your friends.

With a quick, dismissive peek to the spare room you turn on your heels, going up the stairs to the attic with cautious steps, the worn wooden panels making such loud noises in retaliation to your steps that you were afraid that they would give in. Your hand gently opens the rattly metallic doorknob and open the door, squinting only to see a small switch on the side of the door. You flick it on and hear the buzz of a weak warm light turning on above you, fully illuminating the room the best the small warm light can.

First thoughts? Dusty. Very Dusty. Every box, book and the long desk and chair at the end of the room practically black and gray from the abundance of dust. A sigh escaping your lips, realising just how long you were going to be cleaning for, a task you were not mentally prepared for yet. Making your way to the desk, you approached a large wooden desk, most of the surface blocked by a large panel with knobs, switches, dials and little doodads that slide up and down. The sliding doodads having small, mini light bulbs at the top of each. You look at the corners and edges of the panel, looking for an on switch or something.

Nothing.

It was probably unplugged?

Nevertheless, as foreign as the panel seemed to you, a surge of determination drives through you to figure it out. It seemed expensive. Whoever used this probably cared deeply for it, the text of the brand faded, showing the love and use the panel had been provided with. If it was so well used, you had to figure out just why it was loved so much.

To begin, you had to figure out just what it is. Turning it on seemed like the obvious option.

Crouching under the table to look to where the cables lead, you notice a microphone on the floor. Wrapping your hand just above the flat base of the microphone, feeling the coolness of the metal and the sandy texture of the dust between your skin and the metal, you try to lift it. You were suprised to find your hand faltering slightly at the sheer weight of the microphone, dropping forward onto your knees to provide a better position to pick it up in, using both hands to stand up and set it in front of the panel with more ease. It wasn't that heavy. But you didn't want to drop it. Wasn't this supposed to have headphones...?

Once more, you go down on all fours, looking under the desk, when no sign of somewhere to turn on the panel or headphones appears, you circle round to the back of the desk, finding a wire and an unplugged plug. With a small huff that caused far too much dust to fly in the air, triggering a cough from you. Slotting the plug in the panel above you hums to life and flickers on once more. A small hushed yes emerges from you as you slowly stand up, brushing the dust from your knees, then your hands.

You walk back in front of the desk, flipping some random switches for the hell of it, satisfying metallic clicks and clanks as a result of your tampering. Then proceeding to tap the microphone, you blow on it to rid it of the pesky dust, stepping back to let the dust fall.

You took a moment to appreciate just how expensive this radio setup must have been, so big and complicated it made your mind whirl just trying to decipher what each control did. You brush away some more of the dust from the panel, running your finger between the buttons, trying to look for labels, or some sort of guidance, only to find them worn out, white writing so etched and scratched at on the metallic reddish-brown surface that it was unreadable. A soft smile tugging at your lips in realisation of just how loved this equipment really was.

You’ve seen the basics of what a radio setup should look like, without having to remember the separate into bitty details of the control. Panels, a microphone. Where were the headphones? You look below the desk, bending at an uncomfortable angle to the shelves situated under the left of the desk.

Nothing.

Not like you could broadcast anything even if you wanted to. Why do they use the headphones? To listen to the sound of their own voice? How proud and snobby must one be to love their voice that much? An audible scoff from you. You know you wouldn’t be able to put up with anyone of the sort.

Using both hands, stabilising the microphone properly, you pick it up, with a smart smirk, looking at the empty wall you begin speaking to your imaginary viewers, mocking the accent radio people had to use to the best of your ability. “Hello my dear viewers! Welcome back to my boring ass show, talking about shit that probably serves as background noise” A snicker escapes your lips as your smirks stretches wider in amusement, gently putting the microphone back down.

Eager to make your made up show more believable, you move away from the desk, eyes scanning the worn wooden panels of the floor. Remembering you looking earlier you let out a hefty sigh. Were you really going to spend hard earned money for a few minutes of make-believe mucking about like a child?

Oh definitely.

Lost in thought, still staring at the floor, chuckling in thought a distinct noise snaps you out of the haze of your mind.

Click

You look over your shoulder to the direction of the noise, the desk, trying to place the exact location.

Another click

It was from the panel? You turn back to the panel, looking down on the panel as the clicks increase in frequency, switches being flicked, dials turned. A particular pattern caught your eye being the fact that during the abundance of alterations to the controls of the panel, no knob or slide was altered twice, almost if it was altering itself the clicking now a steady rhythm. What a ridiculous idea, as clueless as you were about the technology you were almost certain it wasn’t that advanced.

The clicks slowly come to a stop, one last slider slowly going upwards to a certain line before it stops completely.

“Eager to hear my voice?” You mutter under your breath, a dial slowly turning, one of your eyebrows quirking up in response. Spirits and ghosts don’t exist.

There’s always a what if.

What if they do exist?

What if you’re the first to fully realise this?

What if you’re living a ghost story?

After all, things moving on their own in the dusty attic of an old house was never a good sign.

Yeah no who were you kidding.

But just to make sure.

You bend at the waist, your lips as inch away from the crosshatched metal of the top of the microphone.

“Can you hear me?” You say in a teasing low purr, holding back a laugh in your lungs, helping to alleviate the tension you’re beginning to feel rising up in you, pressing in on the sides of your head. Jokes always help. Well. Not always. However you can’t exactly help it either.

A flicker of the small light bulbs, emitting a warm light above the sliding controls. You couldn’t help but still be sceptical. Your voice now has a newfound edge, the whole situation making you uncomfortable.

“You- can?”

Another flicker from the same small light bulbs.

A nervous laugh rumbling from your chest.

You had to figure this out, because you wouldn’t put going insane past you. Maybe a break from the attic would be good. Probably buy some headphones. As unsettling as the panel is, having the set incomplete irks you unnecessarily, and it was an enigma you couldn’t help but feel determined to figure out.

[heeseungwifey]

Our Honeymoon...

Pairing: Jake x yn

Warning: contains smut!

The wedding was beautiful. Everyone cried and cheered for us as we walked out of the church, getting on our ride to the wedding reception. Jake and I hadn’t enjoyed some time alone until now, enjoying the sudden silence inside the car. 

“You look beautiful. I just told you at the altar but I can’t stop thinking about how lucky I am that you’re my wife now” Jake says as he grabs my hand with both hands and kisses it, looking at me in the eyes.  

“Thank you, it has taken me since this morning at 7 a.m. to look this good, I almost didn’t get ready in time” I growl as I try to accommodate the wedding dress inside the car, getting overwhelmed by the amount of fabric around me.

“I think you have looked gorgeous every single day since I met you 3 years ago. Today you look different though, I guess is the wife glow my friends told me about” Jake grabs my legs and puts them on his lap, getting my shoes off and massaging my feet. I am truly so happy that the best man I know also happens to be my husband.

“By the way I have a little surprise since our flight is tomorrow evening, I booked a Hanok to stay the night. It’s quite big and far away from other houses, so we have more intimacy” I make eye contact with Jake in response to his not-so-subtle comment, his hands grabbing my foot and getting it closer to his lips as he places a kiss on the instep. I’m in for a wild night.

The party lasted for hours, and our families and friends got along playing games with each other, singing karaoke and playing pool. Every time Jake and I made eye contact got more excited to leave, feeling sorry for everyone at the party but also extremely needy for each other.

“I’m sorry everyone but we’re leaving, you can still enjoy all of this for two more hours if the party hasn’t ended for you. My wife and I have plans tomorrow and we need to rest. Thank you to everyone for coming to our wedding, we’re very happy to have such people in our lives. That being said, we’re leaving”

Jake had rented a McLaren 570GT, a sports car, to take us to the Hanok. He looks so hot with his white shirt unbuttoned and rolled-up sleeves, the hairstyle that he had this morning is now messy, a strand of hair falling onto his face. The radio plays jazz music as we’re driving down the road to our stay for the night.

“Thank you so much for everything. We’re a really good team” I put my hand on his nape as he parks the car right in front of the house. Jake opens the car door for me as I come out, walking to the entrance of the house and waiting for him as he picks up our luggage. When we went inside it was a beautiful traditional Korean house with only one floor and a tree that grows in the middle of the yard. 

Jake opens the door and as we walk in, a subtle smell of incense fills my nostrils. The lighting is warm and cosy, making me relax instantly. I drop my bag on a table and do a little tour around the house while Jake is picking a bottle of white wine from a wine cooler. A bathroom with a jacuzzi, a spacious kitchen and a huge king bed in the middle of the bedroom. One of the walls has a big round window with views to the inner yard, the moonlight coming right in. Jake pours a glass of wine for me as he sips from his.

“Do you want to get into the jacuzzi? I can turn it on now so it’s ready when we get changed” Jake is taking his tie off, followed by his shirt. It’s not the first time I see him shirtless, but every time I see him so bare something primal clicks on me. He’s changing into his bathing suit, so I leave the room to get ready too.

Taking my makeup off and putting on a bikini my bridesmaids packed for me since this little escapade was a surprise for me, I walk into the bathroom, Jake already inside it. He looks so handsome, the lighting of the candles he just placed cast light upon his chest and shows all his well-defined muscles. He’s biting his lips immersed in his thoughts, suddenly aware I’m standing at the door.

“C’mere” He extends his hand to help me get in, sitting me right in between his legs. His veiny arms wrap around me and his nose caresses my ear. there’s just silence, the bubbling of the jacuzzi and subtle sighs from Jake. I rest my head on his shoulder and give small pecks to his bicep. We’re both drunk already so everything is a bit clumsy.

“Are you happy to be here with me? Because I think I am the luckiest woman alive right now.” I kiss his cheek as I turn to face him, our mouths so close I can feel his warm breath. He looks at me in the eyes and puts his hand on my cheek, caressing it. 

“I feel like the king of Korea with you by my side. I don’t think anyone has ever been this blessed” he kisses me with hunger, his mouth absorbing mine like I have no power over it, splashing water and my hands holding tight to his shoulders. Every time we kiss it feels like he’s gonna devour me, french kissing that always leads to a night of no sleep.

I get on his lap and take the lead, untying my bikini top right in front of his eyes as I grab his head and push it in between my tits. He looks up and the lewd sound that scapes off my mouth makes him suck on one of my nipples in response.

“Jake… Jake… I need you right now. I’m tired of pretending I haven’t been thinking about your cock this whole day” I whisper in his ear, licking the tip of his nose as I grind on him, feeling his body starting to tense up. 

“I didn’t know I married such a whore, I guess I'll have to wash your mouth tonight” Jake gets on the edge of the jacuzzi and pulls his trunks down and his dick springs out, rosy tip and enticing to my tipsy self. I grab it with one hand as I take it into my mouth, my eyes fly directly to his face, enjoying how his eyebrows furrow and how he bites his lip. I used to hate giving head until my girlfriends told me that it made them feel powerful seeing how men reacted to it, so fragile and sensitive to it you could almost make them do anything for you afterwards.

With my tongue flat I spread saliva from the base to the top, making it easier for me to bob my head repeatedly, massaging his balls with my other hand, his moans so loud and his legs twitching I can tell he´s about to come. 

“No wait… I don’t want… to cum yet, I want to do it inside you” Jake grabs my head and gets me up to kiss my lips, hugging me in the process. Our bodies are outside the jacuzzi, Jake stepping out and carrying me out bridal style.

He lays me on the bed, wet and naked, as he walks to his suitcase searching for something he packed. While I’m laying there I appreciate the decoration, very traditional and elegant, as if we were in some kind of regal chamber. Everything around us just feeds this fantasy that’s turning me on even more than before. 

When Jake comes back he’s holding two things, a blindfold and a ribbon, my imagination taking a wild guess on what Jake has prepared for us tonight. He has put on some boxers and a bathrobe while I’m here in just my bikini bottoms, cold and naked. 

I couldn't care less right now about the cute lingerie set I have in my suitcase or how this night is not going as I planned in my head at all, my man is right on top of me tying my hands with a ribbon as I’m blindfolded, entirely at his mercy.

“you know how you said once we got married we should try to have kids right? there hasn’t been a day I haven’t had the nasty thought of filling you up and breeding you, making you mine and watching how it comes out of that pussy of yours. Damn, even saying it out loud it’s making me so hard” Jake says as he leaves a trail of kisses from my lips to my toes, holding my leg up and kissing my calves. He manhandles me onto opening my legs, my bikini bottoms not covering anything at all.

“Jake, I need to see you, please. Don’t do this to me” I don’t wanna miss a single thing from tonight, his eyes and his movements as if he was my personal gigolo. I want to die with the memory of this engraved in my mind. 

“I’m sorry my wife, tonight you are going to satisfy one of my biggest fantasies” Jake caresses my face as I already feel my bikini bottom sliding down my legs. His hand feels hot and moist from the jacuzzi, making his touch so overwhelming when he traces my pussy with it. I can’t help but moan repeatedly as he draws circles with his middle finger. 

“See, you are actually enjoying this, you know it’s me but you can’t anticipate what I’m going to do. I find pleasure in having you uncertain of the situation” Jake puts his finger in and stretches me out, purring as he coats my entrance with my wetness. He always takes his time pleasuring me, as he finds it entertaining having me lying there moaning and shaking while he does his ministrations. 

With only his fingers I get to come, a blood rush that suddenly gets me up and makes me scream in pleasure. If this night goes just like the others now I’ll be time for Jake to eat me out, my system reacting way quicker to his tongue and going for as many rounds as my body allows us to.

“So fucking beautiful, I can’t believe I’m gonna be the only man who ever gets to see this view” I hear a loud pop after Jake takes his finger out of me and eats all my cum from it, going back for some more.

“Jake, I want you already inside of me, I can’t wait anymore to feel you without a condom. Please just grant me that wish” I would be lying if I said I’m a saint, enjoying my now-husband’s dick a little too much, always wishing to feel him all without anything in between. Today’s a special day because we decided after we got married we will try to have a child, fucking raw being our fantasy all of these years.

“Okay y/n, let me take the blindfold off as you have been such a good girl so far tonight” I feel his hands on the back of my head, suddenly seeing the warm light that paints the room. Jake is right on top of me, his lips plumped and glistening from his ministrations a few minutes ago and I can’t resist the urge to kiss him, our tongues meeting instantly. I put my arms around his neck, getting him closer to me and twisting my legs around his hips, pushing his clothed member against my wet core. 

“take that off immediately Jake Sim or you’re gonna get in trouble” He gets off the bed and obediently takes his boxers off slowly, giving a mini striptease as he makes eye contact with me. Damn, will I ever get tired of this? his dick was leaking precum and as I’m taking the view of his naked body he leaps on top of me, caging me under.

“Are you okay with me going in right now? I can’t wait anymore” Jake is looking at my face trying to read my expression, clouded eyes from desire and heavy breathing. I also can’t wait. “Make me yours Jake, that’s all I gonna want for the rest of my life”

Jake kisses me and pushes his dick inside, my walls opening for him and fitting like it was designed just for his size. Once he bottoms out we take a breath, smiling at each other because it just feels so good. Once a minute passes, he starts moving strongly and vigorously, moans don’t wait longer to come out of our mouths. Every time he gets in fully I feel a heat in my belly that threatens to explode, ending the fun too soon. Suddenly Jake flips me over and gets me on all fours, holding my hair as my face hits the pillow. He’s doing an impressive job until I feel his movements more erratic, his moans more like whimpers and I feel his hand reach for my clitoris, not letting himself finish first on our honeymoon. Surprised by the sudden touch, the repressed feeling in my stomach detangles and I let myself go, falling right before he does, holding my hips so all his cum gets inside me.

We’re laying in bed caressing each others’ faces for what feels like hours. Then one of us would lower a hand and everything would start all over again, with little changes. One of us is blindfolded, tied, sitting down, standing up, on the kitchen counter…

The following day when I woke up I was incredibly sore, everything hurt. It was worth it anyway. But it’s gonna be an arduous flight to Jeju. Jake has already put on his clothes, a brown cardigan with nothing underneath and black chinos, looking like a daydream with his wet hair pushed back.

“Are you up sleeping beauty? I was postponing waking you up, you looked super cute” Jake sits right on my side on the bed, petting my head as I’m still trying to keep my eyes open. His cologne smells incredible, his tan skin bathing in the sunrise light. 

“yes, kinda. The real struggle is to move I think, I’m so sore I feel like a pudding” Jake laughs and kisses me on the forehead, hugging me as he gets up.

“Everything is already packed baby, whenever you feel like you’re ready get changed. I left a cute outfit in the bathroom for you to wear. I’m quite excited about what I saw in your luggage, I’ll have to thank your bridesmaids when you get pregnant”

Jake leaves the bedroom with a cheeky smile and I'm left dumbfounded, not even knowing what it is that has him so excited. Guess I’ll have to get used to this pain because I’m not gonna rest at all during our honeymoon. Not that I’m complaining though.

[pleasanttaleswithkaityb]

🎉 Sims Build Challenge: Redesign Our First House!

Wow! Even with the poll not being up for 24 hours, there’s already so much interest! Y’all are awesome! 💖 (Maybe I’ll think about making requests more often—but more on that idea later! 😉) More details about the challenge are below the cut!

The Guidelines:

I don’t want to restrict anyone’s creative process too much! Just because something isn’t our style doesn’t mean it won’t inspire us! So consider these more like guidelines to spark your creativity!!! 🌟

If someone could upload just a shell of the house (no cc) to the gallery so others (like myself) who aren’t builders can play around and join, that would be awesome and sooooooo appreciated! 🏠✨

My husband and I aren’t flippers or DIY people for major construction on a house. This means we won’t be doing any major overhauls like taking out walls or adding walls. So that would be a restriction in this building challenge. 🚫🔧

Our house definitely has a lot of potential, so feel free to renovate things! If you want an extra challenge of decorating it as is and making an older home look adorable and loved, please do so! We won’t be able to renovate all at once, so I’d love to see what y’all come up with. 🛠️❤️

Feel free to use CC or no CC! Again, I don’t want to restrict your creative process! 🖌️🖥️ I'm personally a fan of no CC homes in my personal gameplay. However, for this particular challenge go ham!

Use whatever iteration of The Sims franchise you would like to participate! I personally will be using TS4, I don't want to exclude anyone who enjoys playing the older version of the games!

Use whatever Sims 4 expansions/packs/kits/etc you have! If you use something I don’t own, well… I guess I have a reason to buy it! 😉

Use the following tags so we can find your home on TS4 gallery and here on tumblr! #PleasantTalesSimBuild #PleasantTalesChallenge and #KaityBsHouseChallenge! Please tag me on any post you make sharing your design!!

Our Home!

Wonderfully spacious and updated 3 Bedroom, 2.5 Bathroom Home with a large backyard and deck. Large living area with an open concept floor plan. The square feet of the house is 2070! 🏡✨

The Exterior - Click me for more reference photos!!!

The First Floor - Click me for more reference photos!!!

The Second Floor - Click me for more reference photos!!!

Interior Inspiration💡:

We both really like nature and natural light. We love minimalism, boho feel, clean, bright spaces with neutral or warm colors, and cozy vibes. Unique or character touches and warm lighting are a big plus! 🪴🌞 There’s a little book nook in the home that I’m very excited about! 📚 My husband is most excited about the backyard and landscaping! 🌳🌸 We have 1 dog and 2 cats! So go ham in making sure they feel the love too! Nova the dog is most excited about the dog door the house comes with (located in the kitchen)! 🐶🐱🐱 If I didn’t include any details that y’all may need or if you have any questions, don’t hesitate to message me! Unfortunately, I don’t have a floor plan of the house; otherwise, I’d include it for y’all!

Happy building and I can’t wait to see what you come up with! 🎨🛠️

[sunnyss4]

PALM LAKEVIEW HOUSE by sunnysims

Welcome to Palm Lakeview House, a tranquil lakeside house nestled in the heart of Oasis Springs' Skyward Palms neighborhood. Originally envisioned for the Caliente sisters but suitable for any family. This charming abode features two spacious bedrooms, each boasting its own ensuite bathroom and private closet. The main attraction of this home is its sprawling patio, offering breathtaking views of the nearby lake and ample space for outdoor entertainment and gatherings. Palm Lakeview House provides a peaceful haven where every day feels like a vacation.

All about this build

Gallery Id | sunny4sims4_

$206,503

2 bedrooms and 3 bathrooms

both bedrooms with closet

patio (with lounge area), balcony, pantry and laundry room

lot size 30x20 in Oasis Springs

unfurnished

used bb.moveobjects on

CC list

Felixandre | Grove (part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4) - Chateau (part 2) (part 3) - Paris (part 1) - Berlin (part 1)

Harrie | Brutalist Bathroom - Brownstone Collection (part 2) - Kwatei Collection (part 1) - The Klean Collection (part 3)

Pierisim | Domaine du Clos (part 1) - Stefan Kitchen

Charly Pancakes | The Lighthouse Collection

Joyceisfox | Simple Live Collection Bathroom

Sundays | Flores Set (part 1)

Lorysims | 2022 Land Rover Range Rover

Max 20 | Poolside Lounge Pack

Ravasheen | Flood Saucer Light - Shut The Front Door Mailbox

NanaeveDesign | Lyne Small Garden Lamp

Notes

enable bb.moveobjects on before placing

please let me know if there's any issue with the build or downloads

floor plans on the download page

these images don't use any reshade/gshade, (only Sunblind lighting mod by Softerhaze)

Thanks a lot to the incredible CC Creators ♡ @felixandresims @harrie-cc @pierisim @charlypancakes @joyceisfox @sundays-sims @lorysims @maxsus @ravasheencc

Please don't claim this build as your own and feel free to tag me if you use!

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[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

Note: what can I say.....

Part 6 of the Halloween fic, direct follow up to part 5.

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5

Warnings: 18+, suggestive, mention of blood, fake blood, very brief mention of knife play, self inflicted pain (for pleasure) and drugs,

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

Summary: Sihtric took you home and you joined him at his friend's party. What could possibly go wrong?

Word count: 3,6k 

Masterlist

'I do not want you in my life, so you best stay away if you know what's good for you.'

'I see the government paid you royally,' you said, gaping at the huge detached house at the end of the driveway Sihtric just pulled up at. 

'Yet nowhere near enough for the shit we've dealt with,' Sihtric mumbled.

You were excited and nervous to see where and how Sihtric lived. You already loved the fact that his house was hidden from the mainroad, surrounded by trees and bushes. The exterior of his modest mansion consisted of white bricks with black wooden beams. The house seemed old but well kept. Once you stepped through the front door you were greeted by a large black wooden staircase, which was the eye catcher in his dark and spacious hallway. You quickly noticed that his entire house had that old gothic look and vibe, which you were absolutely in love with.

Sihtric held your hand and walked you to his living room, where you noticed a large fireplace and huge windows overlooking fields with some sheep, which Sihtric said didn't belong to him unfortunately. Across the ceiling and walls you saw old black wooden beams, and his dark furniture matched with the old gothic vibe of it all. You walked over to a huge oaken cabinet which held various animal skulls, which Sihtric had found in the woods, and you inspected his vinyl collection.

'What do I need to do to live here?' you mumbled, gazing up at the large black chandelier, 'I love your home, it's incredible.'

'Thank you, my darkness,' Sihtric smiled and snuck his arms around your waist, hugging you from behind, 'it didn't always look like this. I made a lot of changes after my divorce to make it exactly how I wanted. It used to be all pretty light, but I painted dark colours over every wall.'

'I think you did an amazing job,' you smiled and turned to face him, 'and I think you are amazing,' you nuzzled his nose and kissed his lips.

'Says the most amazing lady I have ever met,' Sihtric smiled, his hands sliding down to your ass, giving a soft squeeze while he kissed your neck.

'So, where do you keep that pillory?' you grinned.

'In my basement,' Sihtric smirked.

'Your basement or your dungeon?'

Sihtric laughed, 'You can call it whatever you like, but I'm not taking you there right now.'

'Oh, come on,' you pouted and tugged at his hands.

'No, baby,' Sihtric chuckled, holding your hands firm but gentle, 'I already know what poor self control we have, and we can't be doing that right now, we have a party to go to.'

'Fine,' you sighed, knowing Sihtric was right about everything he just said, 'so how are we dressing up?'

'Well, since we don't plan on staying long, I don't even feel like putting in a whole lot of effort,' Sihtric shrugged, 'you already look breathtaking in your dress, so how about we just splatter ourselves with fake blood and keep it simple?'

'So we dress up as ourselves?' you laughed.

'I guess,' Sihtric smiled and pulled you with him as he walked back into his hallway, to the large stairs, 'want to see my bedroom?' he winked.

His dark and high ceiling bedroom was everything you ever dreamed of, and you felt sick with envy. His bed was huge, also made of dark wood, and had a large gothic headboard, and in front of his bed was a large faux fur rug which looked like a wolf's pelt. The walls were painted emerald, like the colour of his bed sheets, and the door to his ensuite bathroom was painted red. The black shelves on the walls held candles and dried roses in coffin shaped vases. On top of his black clothing cabinet were several decorative skulls, and you noticed the wall right across from his bed was rather empty, in contrast to the other walls, and you asked why.

'There used to be a large mirror,' Sihtric said, 'I took it down as soon as I lived here on my own. I've been meaning to put up some framed classic horror movie posters, but I haven't done it yet.'

'Why did you take down the mirror?'

'Mirrors,' Sihtric said, pulling you towards his bed, 'are believed to be portals between this world and the next. You should know about that stuff, little bat.'

'I do,' you smiled and straddled his lap, looking down in his mismatched eyes.

'It is also said that you shouldn't have any mirrors facing towards your bed. It can drain your energy and have a bad effect on your mood, as it creates unbalanced energy. Which has nothing to do with any ghosts or spirits,' Sihtric smiled, 'but I like to sleep well at night.'

'Oh, shit. I never knew that. That's interesting.'

'Mhm. But not as interesting as you,' Sihtric said and kissed your cheek, 'now, let's get ready for that party,' he sighed.

'You act like you don't want to go.'

'I just know some weird shit will happen,' he said, 'and I don't want you to think that these are parties I enjoy. I enjoy a good Halloween party, but Rypere's parties just always end up being random sex gatherings really,' Sihtric chuckled, 'and it's fucking weird.'

'But you keep going?' you frowned.

'Like I said before, only to show my face to my friend. I always get out as soon as I can. Anyway, I'm going to change my clothes.'

You nodded and got off his lap, then enjoyed watching Sihtric undress in front of you, not even in a teasing or sensual way, but just mindlessly feeling comfortable enough around you to do so.

'You have such an impressive body,' you said softly, smiling as you leaned back on his comfortable bed.

'Thank you,' Sihtric chuckled and blushed, 'so do you.'

'Thanks,' you laughed and watched Sihtric put on a tight black mesh shirt. It showed off his scarred muscular torso, as well as the bandage on his chest which covered up the cut from which you had licked his blood last night. He put on a pair of black ripped jeans and tied in his black leather boots before he put a wine coloured belt through the hoops of his jeans. Then he turned to you.

'Too much?' Sihtric asked with a grimace.

You stared at him as he walked over, your jaw slightly dropped, and you chuckled.

'Sihtric,' you said, 'you look so insanely hot and sexy. I need you to drag me to that pillory in your basement right now.'

'Gods,' Sihtric laughed and cupped your cheeks, looking down in your eyes as you sat on his bed, 'you're so eager, aren't you? Hmm,' he hummed.

'I will do anything to please you, sir,' you sighed.

'Fuck, babe,' Sihtric exhaled sharply, 'stop making me so hard,' he pinched your cheek lightly and pecked your lips, 'come, the fake blood's in the bathroom.'

He pulled you up by your hands and led you into the spacious dark marbled bathroom, where he handed you a bottle of fake blood. You asked why on earth he had this in his bathroom, and he told you he only bought them last week, figuring he'll need it for a Halloween party.

'So… paint me red?' Sihtric smiled.

'How much? And where do you want me to put it?' you asked while Sihtric lifted you up to sit on his bathroom cabinet.

'Put it wherever you want and how much you want.'

He then pecked your lips and cheek, slowly trailing his lips down to your neck, sucking and licking your sensitive skin while his hands were on your hips.

'Sihtric,' you hummed, 'you're making it impossible for me to think.'

'I'm sorry,' he chuckled, pinching your skin between his teeth before he pulled away, leaving a bruise on your neck.

You let the fake blood run down from his neck, soaking through his mesh shirt onto his muscular chest, where it trickled further down his body. You smudged his toned biceps and his hands, and lastly his beautiful face. Sihtric followed your movements with his eyes, smiling softly the entire time you decorated him, and he wondered how he had gotten a lady so bewitching as you. 

When it was his turn he gently slipped the straps of your black dress down your shoulders, kissing your skin before he painted your shoulders, clavicles, and your neck with the fake blood on his fingertips. He was careful to not get the red and sweet tasting liquid on your short dress, but you messed that up yourself by pulling him close, being desperate for his kiss. And after Sihtric reluctantly broke the kiss, he dipped his fingertips in the remaining blood and trailed his fingers softly down your cheek and down your arms.

'Would you mind some real blood, my dark angel?' he whispered, softly pecking your cheek.

'I wouldn't mind,' you smiled while wondering what he was going to do.

You watched him open a drawer of the cabinet you sat on, and he took out a small pocket knife. Sihtric brought the knife up to his lower lip and made a cut, drawing blood fast and with a heavy flow. He quickly pulled you in with his hand on the back of your head, kissing you hard and deep.

You moaned against his lips as you tasted his blood, and he pulled away to drag his bloody lips down your chin and your throat, leaving a trail of his fresh and warm blood all the way to your cleavage, where he pressed a gentle kiss to your skin and pulled back. He quickly grabbed a clean towel, which you snatched out of his hands and brought it up to his bleeding lip before he could do it himself, and you applied some pressure to stop the bleeding. Sihtric smiled softly again, his arms circling around your waist as he watched you take care of him, again, unlike anyone else he's ever been with. And he thought about how he would kill and die for you in a heartbeat.

'I love you,' his voice was muffled by the towel.

'I love you too,' you chuckled and kissed the tip of his nose.

'I see it's already busy, we really won't be staying long,' Sihtric said as you both looked at the big Halloween decorated house while sitting in his car.

'Okay,' you agreed and gave him a nervous smile.

'Hey,' Sihtric whispered sweetly, taking your hand and cupping your cheek with his other, 'you belong to me,' he kissed your lips softly, 'you're mine, my dark love. I own you, you are my property,' he kissed you again and then cupped both your cheeks, 'the same way I belong to you. I'm yours, my love, and you own me. All of me. I am yours only, I am your property. Remember that,' he smiled.

You were taken aback by his words, feeling your lower abdomen heat up as your heartbeat quickened, and you pulled him closer, kissing him slow, deep and sloppy. You whispered countless "I love you's" to each other in between kisses before you finally got out of the car and walked up to the house.

Sihtric held your hand and led you through the crowded hallway, where you were already taken by surprise when you saw a couple casually having sex on the stairs, with no one batting an eye. You ended up in an even more crowded living room, and Sihtric led you to the table with drinks. You reached to take a cup with some punch, but Sihtric was quick to take your hand and he leaned in to speak in your ear, making you hear him over the music.

'I don't need to try that to know there's something in it,' Sihtric said, 'don't drink anything here which you didn't open yourself, okay, baby?' He kissed your cheek.

'Are you serious?'

'Yes, but everyone here knows that, it's up to everyone if they want a drink with some drugs in it or not. How do you think those orgies happen?' he laughed.

'Goodness,' you chuckled and took a closed can of sprite.

Sihtric pulled you closer and just looked at you, with pupils so large it seemed as if he was high on drugs without having taken any. He was simply so in love with you, and so aroused to have you in his arms in public, that he felt his heart beating out of his chest and his head spun as he heard his blood buzz in his ears. And you felt the same. The feeling was overwhelming but pleasant.

You ran your hand over his mesh shirt, feeling his muscles while you were breathing hard. You were eager and ready for him, for his love. It almost seemed as if the air was drugged too, but it wasn't, this was just the first time being somewhere together, among people, after your intimate night with Sihtric. After he had claimed you, after you had become each other's property. You had never experienced a love like this, but it felt as if it was exactly what you had been looking for your entire life.

'Sihtric,' you said, breathy, but before you could continue Sihtric already did what you wanted to ask; kissing you deeply and passionately, as if you were the only two people in the room while everything and everyone around you drowned out. There was only Sihtric for you, only the feeling of his strong arms around you and the feeling of his hands on your buttocks, squeezing firmly. There was only the taste of his tongue in your mouth and the feeling of his heavy breathing and soft moans against your lips.

'My darkness,' he breathed, his hands trailing up the sides of your body while you dragged your nails down over his barely covered torso, 'my love,' Sihtric said, stealing another kiss before someone called his name, which you both didn't hear, until the same person suddenly grabbed his shoulder, making you both snap out of the hypnotised feeling.

'Sihtric!' a man yelled as he pulled Sihtric in for a hug, which looked awkward as Sihtric still had his arms around you.

'Oh, shit,' Sihtric chuckled, 'hey man,' he said and slapped the man's shoulder.

'How are you doing? Wasn't sure if you'd show up!'

'You know I always try to show up at least for a moment. But I'm good,' Sihtric smiled, and you figured the man he was talking to was his friend, Rypere, the host of the party.

'Yeah, you look good, man! You look happy, and it's been, what, a century since you last smiled?' the man laughed.

'Feels like it,' Sihtric chuckled.

'So who's this then?' the man looked at you with a friendly smile, 'the reason for your happiness?'

'Yeah,' Sihtric pulled you close again and looked at you, 'this is my queen,' he smiled, 'my love.'

Sihtric introduced you to Rypere and you shook his hand.

'An honour to meet you,' Rypere said, 'good to finally see Sihtric with someone who dresses up with him,' he smiled and turned to Sihtric, 'I'm really happy for you, man. I gotta run now, I was on my way to the bathroom, but couldn't believe my eyes when I saw you making out with someone,' Rypere laughed, 'I'll see you two around, yeah? Oh, by the way,' Rypere said, 'remember that blonde you hooked up with once? Banging body, horrible personality?'

'Worst night of my life,' Sihtric sighed, 'what about her?'

'She's here.'

'Ready to go home soon?' Sihtric asked in between kisses.

'Yeah,' you smiled. 

You had been at the party for a little over an hour. It wasn't that weird yet, except for the occasional couple having sex out in the open, but as before, no one batted an eye and you really only had eyes for Sihtric, who couldn't keep his hands nor lips off you either.

'Sihtric?' a woman behind you called out, making him look up. 

You saw Sihtric's smile fade as his jaw clenched, and he pulled you firm against his chest.

'Sihtric Kjartansson,' a blonde woman said as she walked up to him, 'I thought that was you. Didn't recognize you with the new haircut.'

Sihtric didn't say anything.

'You look good,' she smiled, her eyes looking him up and down, 'really good.'

A feeling of hatred came over you when you watched the woman checking out your property.

'What do you want, Skade?' Sihtric asked, agitated.

'Oh, you remember my name?' she mocked, 'I thought you wouldn't remember me. I left you my number, but you never called me.'

'It was a one time thing only, almost half a year ago,' Sihtric said, his face serious as he held you tight.

'I know there were no strings attached,' Skade smiled, 'but I always hoped you'd call…'

'I had no reason to call you,' Sihtric retorted, 'I didn't even save your number.'

Skade's smile faded, and if looks could kill, Sihtric would've dropped dead right there. Then she looked at you, with her piercing blue eyes, and she grinned.

'Is this your new hook up?' she asked, looking back at Sihtric.

'She is none of your business,' Sihtric spat, 'nor is my life.'

'You're lucky,' Skade smiled at you, insincere, 'at least half of the people in this room want a night with him.'

Skade trailed her fingers down Sihtric's biceps, but before you could react, Sihtric shook her hand off his arm.

'Do not touch me!' he growled.

'Relax,' Skade laughed and clicked her tongue, 'I'm only playing. I remember what you feel like,' she said, trailing her fingers over his arm again.

You huffed and harshly slapped her hand off him this time.

'He belongs to me,' you hissed and stared into her eyes, hearing Sihtric chuckle in your ear as he pulled you closer again.

'Does he?' Skade scoffed, 'did he chain you up too?'

'No,' you gave her a cocky look, 'but I tasted his blood,' you said, leaning closer to Skade, giving her a threatening look, 'I. Own. Him.'

Skade's face turned bitter, full of envy and spite, and she saw Sihtric smile before he buried his face in your neck, planting kisses and gently biting your earlobe. You smiled at Skade as you let Sihtric show his undying affection and love for you.

'I love you, my queen,' Sihtric smiled and ran his tongue over your lips before he kissed you in the sloppiest way possible.

Skade's face twitched with rage and jealousy as she watched him kiss you.

'I could've tasted his blood too!' she snarled.

Sihtric broke the kiss and gave her a confused and annoyed look.

'You?' he scoffed, 'never. You couldn't even finish me off.'

You chuckled at his words and kissed his neck, until Skade suddenly raked her fingers through your hair.

'What the fuck?' you grimaced.

'Keep your fucking hands off her!' Sihtric barked and pushed her away, 'I do not want you in my life, so you best stay away if you know what's good for you,' he then took your hand and pulled you close again, 'come, baby, let's go home.'

'I just wanted to feel her pretty hair,' Skade smiled as she watched you walk out, 'we could've had fun, you know, the three of us. It's your loss, Sihtric!' she looked at you, then back at Sihtric, 'your loss,' she said again.

'Are you okay, my love?' Sihtric asked, leaning over to your seat while you both sat in his car.

'Yeah,' you scoffed lightly, 'that was just really fucking weird. Her whole energy just,' you shivered, 'yuck.' You took Sihtric's face in your hands, 'but are you okay?'

'I'm good,' he smiled, 'but I'm really sorry. If I knew she was here I never would've went.'

'How did you hook up with her in the first place?'

'Rypere's birthday party earlier this year,' Sihtric sighed, 'I was feeling really low and empty at that time. She came onto me and she ended up going home with me. I thought maybe I'd feel better after some sex,' he snorted, 'but I only felt worse.'

'What happened?'

'I chained her up, we had sex, sort of… I mean, she finished in no time, and told me to keep going, so I did,' Sihtric sighed, 'but she gets off by degrading people. She suddenly spat in my face and started to downtalk me. Seeing my history with mental abuse, I immediately stopped and told her to go home. She started to argue, we had a falling out and I basically had to force her out of my house. It was really fucked up, but clearly she had a better experience than me.'

'Sihtric,' you caressed his cheeks, 'baby, I'm so sorry.'

'Shh,' Sihtric smiled and pulled you closer, 'we'll never have to mention her name ever again. Everything is good now.'

He kissed you softly and took you back to his house. You again showered together and Sihtric asked if you were still up for trying something new, but the whole situation with Skade had thrown your energy off, so you told him you just wished to cuddle up in bed, which he happily did.

Skade went home, bitter and angry. She wanted to be Sihtric's love, only she deserved to be called his queen. Not you. 

She lit her candles and sat down. She chanted words and threw the few strands of your hair, which she had retrieved from you at the party, in the flames and she screamed, casting her curse;

'As I do this candle spell, bring my enemy three days of hell.

With this candle black, black as night, I bring her pain and torment tonight.

Dukes of darkness, kings of Hell, make her life all but well.

When three days of torment have passed,

I ask to bring her death and end her pain at last!'

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[moodywyrm]

i just redid my room this week,, and it has me wondering what abby and readers room/apartment would look like !! and if they would have any pets or plants and things of those sorts !!

-🧸

you have just opened the floodgates. I fucking love home decor n decorating shit, I literally went Bonkers when I got to decorate my bedroom in my college apartment.

ok so I drew out a floor plan.

so this is gonna be. a big one. so. jerry spared literally no expense when he got abby her college apartment. sure its one bedroom one bath, but it's got a spacious living room that connects to the kitchen. there's a big ol island in the kitchen where abby got so many stools bc she wanted to fit all of her besties. thinks her washer n dryer are in the worst spot ever, but they're the stacked ones so it isn't as bad as it could be. that lil area next to the patio? her reading spot. she never really knew what to do with the space until she met you, and then it clicked. reading nook. one of your guys' favorite dates was hitting every thrift store you could to find a good coffee table and old armchairs. one green, one pink, one baby blue. she loves them to bits, they're absolutely moving into her next place with her. she literally Made a bookshelf to store all the books you gradually left at her house, and it's become your joint shelf now <3

the sofa is Huge and her dad bought it for her, it's black upholstery. her apartment doesn't have one particular style, just very Abby. I forgot to draw it in but there is absolutely a trophy case in the living room. her medals and old jerseys are on the wall, mixed with your band posters and art prints. her favorite parts are the framed photo graphs of her friends and family, including multiple of you. she specifically picked an apartment with great windows, and this came in so handy when you moved in because the both of you basically have a fucking Jungle of plants. Hanging plants, plant stands, plants on every surface. ur babies. the walls are a kinda neutral white color, nothing super special, but it really doesn't matter when it's covered in so much stuff! plus, you usually have colored lights on (like salt lamps, candles, bluetooth color shifting lightbulbs), that the walls are usually just whatever color you want them to be. the couch is covered in throw blankets, that you brought in. the main living area, bedroom, and closet are all dark oak hardwood-tile, with the softest rugs known to man, especially in the bedroom bc neither of you want to step on ice cold tile in the winter.

the bathroom is a different, simple white tile. the shower has glass sliding doors, that abby absolutely uses to look at u while u shower n vice versa <3 it has a built in tub that u make full use of. the bathroom counter is covered in candles, trinkets, skincare, hygiene products, but all very organized bc it makes abby stress less.

the bedroom. ok. her bed? godly. so fucking comfy. king sized, with the softest sheets ever and the plushest comforter and blankets. satin pillowcases you brought in <3 abby religiously washes her bedding, so it cycles from black to pink to blue every three weeks. the bedroom walls are also covered in art prints and wall hangings, but all of these were picked by the both of you. a lot of it is thrifted or bought from local artists, bc you absolutely drag abby to local craft fairs and the like <3 that chest at the end of the bed holds spare bedding and ,,,, other things ,,,, it is locked. on the wall between the doors to the bathroom and closet is a huge standing mirror, and underneath it is a small table and area for you to do your makeup. gives you top tier fit pics, it is also the mirror abby uses for ,,,, other things. it also! gives u a perfect look at abby while she's working at her desk. above her desk is a huge wall grid/corkboard that she hangs a bunch of shit on. I forgot to draw them in but she also has more bookshelves on the wall across from the bed, specifically four small-medium ones, separated by a dresser that holds a bunch of spare stuff and some of her workout gear that she uses often enough to keep out of the closet.

ok the fun stuff. books fucking Everywhere!!! and cool dishware that you thrifted when you moved in. the kitchen is so well loved and worn in, bc you two love cooking together. the couch is much the same way, well worn n comfortable as all hell, literally one of your favorite spots in the apartment. ur actual favorite spot? the patio. it's beautiful, covered in plants, always burning incense out there, comfortable seating, a beautiful view of the park across the street. u and abby spend your weekend mornings out there, usually bundled up into one big chair while abby dozes and you read, drinking coffee or tea or your preferred morning beverage. the apartment smells so good bc candles and incense and abby's rigorous cleaning. her apartment feels like home for the both of you, carefully curated to be a little sanctuary after long days of classes and practices and just general stress.

this is my magnum opus. I have a problem. I will probably speak more on this.

[somethingkindazainy]

♡ Pairing: Minho x Jisung ♤ Genre: Mafia AU, Romeo x Romeo ♢ Chapter Warnings: foul language throughout, mxm sexual intercourse (suggestive language) ♧ MINORS DNI

♤ ♡ TASTE Synopsis & Chapter List ♢ ♧

<< Chapter 2 - The DLC ♤ ♡ ♢ ♧ Chapter 4 - The Wolf & His Pack >>

Chapter 3: Broken Compass

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Minho steps into his apartment and clicks on a lamp on the side table. 

“You live here?” Jisung gawks at him. “But it’s so–”

“Careful.”

“–homey.” Jisung finishes and Minho can’t help but smile at him.

His apartment has a spacious living area, with large panoramic windows, overlooking a stone walled balcony bordered with various shrubs, herbs and flowers, and expensive and expansive views south over the Han River. In the centre of the room, there’s a black leather corner sofa facing a flat screen television on the wall and numerous bookshelves. The kitchen, all white granite and units, takes up one corner of the open planned space, separated by a breakfast bar and two chrome and black leather stools. His bedroom door, off to the side.

Minho slips off his Gucci shoes and sets them in the shoe rack. Hangs his keys on the hook behind the door. He’s about to take off his jacket when he remembers he’s wearing his knife belt on his shoulder and thinks better of it.

Jisung is crouching at his side, unlacing his boots, before he stands and steps out of them. Without them he’s probably an inch shorter than Minho and—

“What on earth are those?”

Jisung looks down to where Minho is pointing. He’s wearing bright pink socks adorned with lime green love hearts. He wiggles his toes. Smiles up at Minho. “Don’t you like them?”

Minho tries to reconcile this Jisung against the one he’d met at the club; the sexy Jisung. Who became the Jisung who fights as well as he does, who in turn wears ridiculous socks inside combat boots.

“The views from up here are insane,” Jisung walks over to the windows. He looks small and beautiful, backlit by the twinkling city skyline beyond. Minho turns on some lamps, bathing the room in warm yellow light and straightens some of the mint-coloured cushions on the couch. Lifts the legal papers he’d been reading from the glass coffee table and secretes them in a sideboard drawer. Absently touches the leaves of his bamboo plant, and reminds himself to water her tomorrow. 

“You keep flowers?” Jisung says, frowning at the large container with pale pink cosmos. He arches an eyebrow at Minho. “You don’t seem like the type.”

“Judgemental,” Minho says, and he’s smirking, partly at his own wit.

“Touche,” he starts looking around the living space, head tilting back at the high ceiling, then slowly down again, settling on the bamboo at Minho’s side, “and you have house plants,” he’s moving now, head tilted as he reads the titles of the books on his bookshelves, his slender fingers caressing their spines, “you read,” he’s at the kitchen now, fingers walking over his cookbooks, “and you like to cook?”

“Stop compiling your list,” Minho pushes his hands into his pockets. He’s not used to this. Not used to being assessed in this way. Any previous acquaintances he’s had over before were in the bedroom and gone the next morning. They didn’t have time to analyse. Minho preferred it that way.

And Jisung smiles. It’s not the smile Minho has become familiar with, the flirtatious half-smile, it’s an unguarded gummy-grin and it is like sunshine. If Minho thought his smile was pretty before, then this, this is fucking gorgeous. He’s pretty impressed with himself that he hasn’t crossed the room to seize hold of that forbidden waist. You brought him here so he could get cleaned up. Nothing more. You missed that chance.

“And… you have a cat?” Jisung lifts a box of kibble, brandishing it as evidence.

“Soonie,” Minho says automatically.

“Soonie-Soonie-Soonie,” Jisung coos.

“You’re wasting your breath he doesn’t come when—” there’s a tinkle of a bell, small curious cat chirps and Soonie trots out of the bedroom. He merely glances at Minho like, ‘oh, you’re here,’ before trotting over to Jisung, tail in the air.

 The traitorous little shit!

“Oh hi!” Jisung croons as he crouches down into an impossibly small shape, his knees level with his shoulders, his arse almost touching the tiled floor. Minho resolves to not think about Jisungs flexibility. In fact, he is not thinking about it at all. Is absolutely not thinking about it. And he’s definitely not tilting his head at how curvaceous Jisung’s arse is either. He is, though, wondering why someone so fucking pretty, wears ridiculous socks inside combat boots. Although the heels of them are very close to that arse– 

No, no. We are not thinking about that, Minho straightens up.

 Jisung holds out his right hand and allows Soonie to sniff it. “I know, I’m all dirty aren’t I?” Soonie rubs his chin against Jisung’s fingers. Purrs. Like, actually fucking purrs, for someone who is essentially a stranger. The little cat whore. In the thirteen years Minho has had him, he has never, not once, shown a modicum of interest in another human. It’s the one thing they have always had in common. Or so he thought.

Minho makes use of Jisung’s distraction and heads to his bedroom. He removes his jacket and tosses it onto the white bedspread, flicks on a bedside lamp, puts his phone on charge whilst he unbuckles his holster and drops it into the bedside draw. Retrieves the bloodied brass knuckles and drops them in there too.

In the adjoining bathroom, he washes his bloodied hands and face. Grabs an armful of soft white towels from the linen cupboard and sets them on a stool beside the shower. 

Back in the bedroom he pulls a black t-shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants from his wardrobe and sets them on the bed. He drops a pair of boring white ankle socks on top of them. Considers offering up a pair of boxers, but thinks that could be viewed as a bit weird, or is it weirder not offering underwear? Isn’t it weirder to expect him to freeball in a pair of your sweats?

He is still debating when Jisung appears at the bedroom door, Soonie curled in his arms, tail swishing lazily. “You okay?”

Minho blinks. Whether he’s blinking at Soonie contentedly letting a stranger hold him, or at how lovely he looks in Jisung’s arms, or how lovely Jisung looks holding him, he’s not entirely sure. But there’s something… like a déjà vu level of familiarity. He blinks several times. “Uh, yeah. I think these might be a bit big for you, but they’re clean,” he gestures to the small pile of clothes at the foot of his bed. “There’s fresh towels in the bathroom too, if you want to take a shower?”

Jisung smiles warmly, allowing Soonie to jump from his arms onto the bed. Strokes the length of him, from the top of his head to the tip of his tail, Soonie arching into his touch. “Thank you,” Jisung says as he lifts the clothes. 

“No problem,” Minho says, returning to his wardrobe to find a change for himself, or to shield himself from Jisung. He unclasps his cufflinks, sets them in his jewellery tray. He hears Jisung step into the bathroom and lock the door. Until this moment, Minho didn’t know his bathroom door had a lock. He’d never had cause to lock it himself and certainly never had anyone here long enough, let alone use his shower…

He’s still fumbling with the buttons of his shirt when he hears the shower running and tries very hard not to think about Jisung in there. Naked. The water trailing over is skin, down his back, that waist, that arse–

Giving up on the remaining buttons, he wrenches his blood-spattered shirt over his head, drops it into the wash basket and rounds on Soonie, “Explain yourself.”

Soonie sits on the bed, looks up at him and tilts his head, like, ‘What?’

“You know what I’m on about,” Minho hisses at him.

Soonie chirps in a manner that suggests that he doesn’t know and his actions have been nothing but ordinary. He licks his paw as though he’s making a point.

“You’re a traitor,” Minho says but scritches him under the chin because he’s too fucking cute, even when he’s behaving like a twat. 

Minho changes quickly into a pair of navy sweats and a black tank top. Shoves his jacket and trousers into a separate basket he uses for dry cleaning. Gently squeezes Soonie’s ear as he passes.

Barefooted, he pads out into the kitchen, inspects his cupboards and the fridge. Realises that he’s woefully understocked, decides that omelettes will have to do. 

He’s dishing up when Jisung reappears, looking completely alien and incredibly attractive. Minho’s t-shirt looks oversized on him, the baggy sleeves reaching past his elbows. All the makeup he’d been wearing is gone, revealing a beauty mark on his left cheek and softening the roundness of his dark brown eyes. His damp hair is curling at the ends. If it wasn’t for the cut lip, Minho would think this was an entirely different person. Mentally, he ticks off the Jisungs he’s met this evening. Sexy Jisung. Fighter Jisung. Effortlessly attractive Jisung. 

Look at you, making a list. Seungmo would be proud.

Jisung’s holding a bundle of clothes in his arms, “Do you have a shopping or trash bag I can put these in?”

Minho sets the frying pan down, sucks some sauce off his thumb, “Give them here,” he takes them from Jisung, stoops down, shoves the jeans, tank top, boxers (tries not to think about Jisung going commando) and offensive socks into the washer-dryer, and inspects the shirt. Pure silk. He takes it to the sink, drops it in the basin, and starts running cold water. Returns to the machine, adds detergent, kicks the door closed, sets the cycle. Adds some detergent to the basin, turns off the water. Lifts the frying pan and finishes plating his own dinner, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Jisung is sitting at the breakfast counter, chin resting on one palm, his smile very warm, or, at least, making Minho’s ears very warm. “You’re very domesticated.”

Minho scoffs, pushes a plate towards him, “Eat up before it gets cold.”

He pours them each a glass of grape soda, and they eat in silence, forks clinking against plates. Minho, leaning on the counter across from Jisung, can't help glancing at him every so often. He looks like a squirrel eating sunflower seeds. It’s really cute.

Cute. Where did the hot and sexy Jisung from only a few hours ago disappear to? When had he ever considered anyone or anything, other than his cat, as cute?

How many Jisungs is that, now?

“That was amazing,” Jisung says, pushing his plate away.

“It’s only an omelette,” Minho says, but he’s pleased.

“It was a brilliant omelette. I could eat that everyday. And the ham and cheese in it,” he kisses his fingers. “Perfect.”

“You want more?”

“No, thank you, I’m full,” he pulls his phone out of his pocket. The screen is spider webbed with cracks, but the screen is on and it looks, in part, functional. Minho can’t believe it’s already nearly three in the morning. 

“Do you need to call someone?” Minho asks, as he pushes his own plate to the side, “Let them know you're okay or…”

Jisung laughs heartlessly, “They wouldn’t notice if I went missing for a week, let alone one night,” he pushes his phone back into his pocket. “Thanks for the offer though.”

Minho watches him for a moment. He wants to ask a question. But he doesn’t ask questions… he doesn’t have interest in people outside of his very small, very private circle… and yet, “Why wouldn’t they notice?”

“I’m probably being unfair,” he shrugs with one shoulder, “my brothers would probably notice that I wasn’t about, but my mum,” he shakes his head, “I don’t think she’d miss me unless my absence was an inconvenience to her.”

“Same, with my old man,” Minho says absently. “As for my brothers, they’d probably be glad to see the back of me for a week.”

Jisung grins that wide, dorky, gummy-grin and the room brightens tenfold. “How many brothers do you have?”

Minho thinks about this. The honest answer is none, his father would say Minho is one of twelve. The real answer is, “Three. That I count.”

“Huh, same,” Jisung giggles. “Older?”

“No, I’m the eldest.”

“Ah, that explains it.” Jisung leans back on the bar stool, arms folded across his chest, the action causes the collar of the t-shirt to drop a little lower and Minho can see the hollow at the base of his throat. The suggestion of a collar bone.

“Explains what?”

“Why you are so domesticated.”

Minho chuckles, “Based on that assessment, I’m guessing you’re a middle child.”

“Fuck you.”

“Am I wrong?” he arches an eyebrow. 

“No. But still, fuck you.”

Grinning smugly, Minho stacks the plates and brings them to the sink. Sets them down and lifts the shirt from the cold water, “I think this might be ruin—” his sentence is cut off by a pair of arms encircling his waist and the warmth of lips pressing against the back of his neck. 

His breath hitches, because it feels… familiar. He wants to sink into it. Sigh against it. Savour it.

Why does this feel so good? Is it because Minho has been resisting for so long? How long has it been? An hour? Two? A fucking lifetime.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to,” Jisung says, lips still hovering over his skin, arms still wrapped around his waist, the tips of his fingers stroking the fabric of his tank top. “Just tell me to stop.”

Are you really going to ask him to stop when you’ve waited so long?

Minho lets the shirt fall back into the basin. Twisting round in his arms, Minho pushes his fingers through Jisung’s damp curls. His hair is exactly how Minho had fantasised it would feel: soft and lush and thick. And his eyes, fuck. There’s a whole world in those large and beautiful brown eyes of his. 

He tips his head, meeting Jisung’s lips with his own, feather soft as to not aggravate Jisung’s cut lip, and Jisung is kissing him back, soft and long and slow and lazily. It’s like a walk in the park on a sunny Sunday afternoon, and polar opposite to how he’d imagined this would be all those nights he’d laid in his bed imagining it. A month of nights…

“Hmm,” Jisung smiles against his lips. “You’re restraining yourself.”

Unbidden, Minho barks out a laugh because it’s too fucking true. Jisung’s fully grinning now, that silly, dorky grin. Minho’s new favourite. 

“You’re hurt,” Minho let’s his thumb trace the outline of Jisung’s bottom lip.

“I meant what I said before,” Jisung’s breath ghosts Minho’s lips. “Anything,” he says and the word travels down and down and Jisung’s hands are chasing the word, seizing hold of Minho’s hips, pulling his pelvis to his. Grinning again when he can very obviously feel Minho’s desire, and Minho’s smiling back, because he can feel Jisung’s. “Anything.” Jisung says again and his lips are on Minho’s and it’s deep and uncontrolled, their lips sliding and scraping against the other and it’s messy and it’s different from Minho’s fantasies, because this is everything and so much more than his mind could conjure. Jisung pulls against Minho’s push until he is pinned against the breakfast bar, caged between Minho’s arms, and his hands are in Minho’s hair and on his back and his hips and seemingly everywhere and he’s kissing that magical spot below Minho’s ear. 

“I’ll… break you,” Minho hisses, gripping the counter as Jisung scrapes his teeth in the same spot. 

“I’m stronger than I look,” Minho can feel the smile against his neck. “I fought six guys at once.”

New turn-on: unlocked.

“Yeah you fucking did,” Minho says, grabbing a fistful of Jisung’s hair, pulling his head back, exposing his neck. He can feel Jisung's pulse hammering against his tongue and Jisung groans, stretching his head back further, allowing Minho to taste him and inhale that earthy scent of his. Minho’s hands slide down his ribs, to his waist, that forbidden, grabbable waist and it fits perfectly between his thumb and fingers. Minho pulls back to admire his hands gripping it, his thumbs and fingers caressing. He momentarily considers that it’s Jisung who will do the breaking. Because this, all this, is fucking killing him. 

“Take me to bed,” Jisung says and his voice is like velvet, smooth forwards and rough back and Minho slides his hands down over the curve of Jisung's arse to the back of his thighs, pulls him up into his arms. He’s not exactly light, but he’s far from heavy and when Jisung wraps his legs around his waist, grips his shoulders, it only makes it easier. They kiss as Minho carries him to the bedroom, lays him back on the bed, hands sliding over fabric, then under it and Jisung’s skin is smooth, and hard, and soft and warm and Jisung is arching up and into him, making pretty little whimpers—then his eyes fly open and he seizes hold of Minho’s wandering hands. “Wait!”

Minho stops immediately, “I’m sorry, are you— what’s wrong?”

“Where’s Soonie?”

“Soonie?” Minho repeats, the blood supply needed to comprehend what Jisung is saying is directed decisively elsewhere. “My cat?”

“Yes,” and Jisung’s cheeks are reddening. “I can’t — I can’t do this with Soonie in here.”

Minho can’t control the smile that leaps to his face. It’s the cutest thing he’s ever fucking heard. 

Sexy. Fighter. Attractive. Cute. Adorable. 

Chuckling, he rolls off the bed, “Soonie?”

A gravelly purr emanates from the wash basket, and Soonie blinks at him in a manner that says, ‘Who dares disturb my slumber.’

Minho pets him, scoops him up and carries him out to the living room. Sets him on a blanket on the couch, pats his head, “Sorry pal.”

The responding cat chirp sounds a lot like, ‘fuck you’, which is perfectly justifiable.

Still chuckling quietly to himself at the absurdity, Minho returns to the bedroom, closes the bedroom door, turns and hesitates. Jisung smiles warmly up at him from the centre of his bed. His cheeks are flushed, his lips red and swollen, his golden skin seeming to glow against the white of the sheets. He looks so small and so fucking beautiful. Minho crawls up onto the bed to lie beside him and Jisung rolls onto his side to face him and for a minute, Minho allows himself to just look. 

Look at how, his curls fall lazily and elegantly over his brow and into his eyes. How his brown eyes appear almost black and still emanate light. How his soft round cheeks blend into the sharp edge of his jawline. How his narrow top lip is all angles, whilst his bottom lip is a curvaceous invitation. Jisung’s face is all juxtapositions. None of it should work together, but it’s truly beautiful.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Jisung whines, bringing his hand up to cover his face.

Minho smiles, gently pulls his hand away, “You said, ‘anything’.”

Something in Jisung’s eyes soften and his hand slots around the nape of Minho’s neck and he kisses him.

Minho allows himself to be kissed whatever way Jisung wants it, which just so happens to be how Minho wants it. It’s a sunset kiss. A twilight kiss. Deep and longing. Their hands move slowly, pressing and pulling. After seconds or a lifetime, but too short, Jisung pulls away, tugging at the hem of Minho’s tank top, pulling it over his head. Minho makes light work of Jisung’s own t-shirt, and Jisung has a fucking chest tattoo on the right side, and his pecs and abdominal muscles look like you could skip stones off them and… he’s bruised. There are noticeable red and blue marks, the size of fists down the left side of his chest and Minho’s breath catches. God help me if I ever see those men again…

“I’m okay,” Jisung says gently, taking Minho’s hand and holding his palm against his bruised ribs. Minho can feel the heat of his skin, the texture of his ribs moving beneath his hand. “Really, it doesn’t hurt all that much.”

Still holding his hand against him, Jisung kisses him into the pillows and Minho pulls him down with him. He traces the red and black tattoo with his fingers, then with his tongue, Jisung humming appreciation at his ear before biting gently on his earlobe. “More,” he says, as his hand slides beneath the waistband of Minho’s sweatpants and the elastic of his boxers, fingers digging into the flesh of Minho’s arse. Minho returns the action in kind, smiling against Jisung’s groaning mouth.

Now Jisung is sliding Minho’s joggers and boxers down, tossing them off to the side, then his sweats and the socks and they are both naked, their legs scissoring, hands and feet caressing. Minho lets his hands trace Jisung’s outlines, carving the shape of him into his mind, memorising how the curve of Jisung's waist fits under his palm. How his dark hair falls forward over his face. How his full bottom lip curls and his top lip dips. 

Jisung’s hand slides down over Minho’s abdominal muscles and lower—

“Fuck,” Minho hisses through his teeth, as Jisung’s fingers encircle him. Every muscle and tendon in his body tightens, his fingers pressing into Jisung’s waist. Jisung hums, his lips are at that spot beneath Minho’s ear, melting his insides. 

He reaches for Jisung, but Jisung pins his hand against the bed, their fingers interlacing. “Not yet,” Jisung’s voice has a dangerous edge. And again Minho’s mind reels: Sexy. Fighter. Attractive. Adorable. Dangerous Jisung. “I said I would make you beg.”

Yes. Yes you did. And…fuck… I might. Minho fights to stay here. He shuts his eyes, gripping Jisung’s hand and fisting at the sheets with the other.

“Look at me,” Jisung says and Minho obeys and it’s a big fucking mistake. Jisung is a pleasurable assault on his senses. His lip curled in a smirk. His dark eyes sparkling. His hand doing…fucking incredible things and if he doesn’t stop it now, he’s going to have to beg. With a roll of his hips, he flips Jisung onto his back, pinning Jisung’s legs down with his own, capturing Jisung’s wrists with one hand. Jisung’s eyes are round and wide at the sudden reversal, but he’s smiling, his pink tongue at the corner of his lips. Minho smiles darkly down at him, makes use of his advantage (and his ambidexterity), his free hand sliding down… Jisung arches off the bed, a red lip caught between white teeth. Slowly, Minho releases his wrists, kisses him into the mattress whilst Jisung’s fingers dig into his shoulders.

Slowly, Minho backs off from him, retreating towards the foot of the bed, lips and tongue tracing his jawline, his neck, his chest, his belly button and Jisung’s fingers are in his hair, watching Minho who is retreating further and lower, tracing kisses inside his thighs. And he looks up the length of Jisung, their eyes locking, tongue and lips teasing–

“Those fucking eyelashes,” Jisung swears throwing his head back when Minho takes him in. Jisung groans softly, chewing his lip as he watches Minho. His thighs trembling under Minho’s fingers whilst his own knot in Minho’s hair and the litany of curses that spill from Jisung are enough to consecrate the room. “Holy mother of–” Jisung’s fingers are pulling Minho’s hair, and he’s sitting up and bringing Minho’s lips back to his, in a crushing kiss that must be painful on his cut lip, “Irino, I need you.”

Irino. Something about the way Jisung contracts his name makes Minho momentarily giddy. I need you. Drives him wild. “Are you begging?”

“Stop being a fucking tease!”

Minho arches an eyebrow at him. Biting Jisung’s lip and dragging it through his teeth. And the sound that escapes Jisung’s mouth is particularly pleasurable.

“Irino, please,” Jisung says, pressing his lips against Minho’s. Kissing him deeply, hungrily, desperately.

Are you really going to prolong your own suffering? Blindly, Minho fumbles in the bedside drawer amongst his leather holster. He pulls back from Jisung to tear the foil open with his teeth. Jisung, huffing impatiently, snatches it from him, rolls the condom on him, and even that action makes Minho moan. 

Jisung lies back against the pillows, lifting his knees as Minho lines himself up and slowly pushes into him and he’s hissing through his teeth because Jisung is so fucking perfect and arching off the bed, groaning pleasurably and again he’s fighting to maintain himself. Resist a little longer. Give Jisung time to adjust. Inch by blissful inch.

Slowly, they move together, their bodies seemingly, instinctively knowing what the other wants, what the other needs, as though they had done this before in a past life, on another timeline, in an alternate universe. Soon, Jisung digs his fingers into Minho’s hips, encouraging him to move, pulling him deeper and he looks so fucking pretty beneath him, lips parted, his eyes burning darkly up at him, sweat beading around his temples, “You’re not–going to–break me,” Jisung pants, and for a fleeting moment, Minho believes him, believes that he’s unbreakable and his entire body rolls at the words and Jisung gasps, fingers knotting in Minho’s hair, a sound like a growl escapes his own lips when Jisung pushes against his thrust. “Oh! Uh-huh–yes, like that–just–like–that–”

Oh he can fucking take it. Minho stretches forward, kisses him with teeth, swallowing Jisung’s groans which are growing louder with every thrust. Minho kisses over his jawline, down his neck, to his collarbone and back up to his ear, “Let me hear you.”

“Irino.”

Fuck, just the sound of his name is undoing him. Driving him.

“Irino,” Jisung groans and he’s calling to some part deep inside Minho. Some part of his soul. Calling to another Minho in a past life, on a different timeline, in that alternate universe. “My Irino.”

My. “Ji���fuck—” Minho grinds out as Jisung wraps his legs around Minho’s thighs, pulling him closer, urging him deeper, moving him faster, his hands slipping over Minho’s back, fingers digging, breath quickening.

“Irino!”

“Ji— I’m going to—”

“Look at me,” Jisung cups Minho’s head in his hands, fingers digging into his hair, arching up, his mouth parting and eyes watering and he looks like fucking heaven and Minho is trembling and groaning back and seeing stars but they aren’t stars, it’s the whole fucking universe, past, different and fucking alternate in Jisung’s eyes before they coalesce and become a single point of blinding light.

Boneless, Minho collapses forward against Jisung's sticky chest. He listens to the sound of Jisung’s breath, his too quick heart beat.

His giggling.

“What’s funny?” Minho asks, utilising his remaining strength to push himself up and look down at Jisung.

“Nothing,” Jisung kisses him again and again.

Sexy. Fighter. Attractive. Adorable. Dangerous. Great in bed. Minho thinks, giggling against Jisung's hair.

♤ ♡ ♢ ♧

They shower together.

It’s not sexual, but very sensual. And it’s new. Minho has never done anything like this with anyone before. Has never wanted to until Jisung had made the suggestion. He takes his time lathering shower gel into Jisung’s skin. He’s being particularly gentle over his ribs, which are more purple than red now. Smiles when Jisung giggles, “Not there! I’m ticklish.”

Jisung gently massages shampoo into Minho’s hair in between kisses and giggles. It’s odd, just how much Minho is enjoying this. Enjoying the closeness. Enjoying Jisung.

When they step out of the bathroom, hair dripping, towels around their waists, Minho pulls the top sheet off the bed, drops it into the wash basket and Jisung crosses the room to the bedroom door, pulls it open, “Where’s the beautiful boy?”

‘That’s me,’ Soonie chirps as he trots to Jisung, arching against his legs, bell tinkling. ‘I’m here.’

What the fuck is wrong with my cat? 

Jisung scoops him up, carries him over to the bed. “I’m so sorry we kicked you out.” Jisung croons, “I know. We’re mean, aren’t we? Yes.”

“You’re mean,” Minho corrects, lying on the bed and scratching Soonie under the chin. Mimicking Jisung’s condescending tone, “You were all cosy before you got evicted.”

Jisung narrows his eyes down at Minho, “I’m certain that everything that just happened would have been traumatic for the poor boy.”

Minho chews his smile, “He still heard us, Ji.”

And there it is, that pleasant shade of pink spreading up Jisung’s neck and settling around his cheeks. 

Jisung kneels up onto the bed, lays down with Soonie between them. Soonie languishes in the attention he’s receiving from them both. Jisung’s fingers buried in the softness of his orange and white fur, his knuckles purpling and swollen. Minho traces them with his thumb, “Where did you learn to fight like that?”

“I just kind of had to,” Jisung shrugs. “I’ve always been sort of scrappy. If there’s one thing I know, it’s that, to survive, you have to fight.”

If you want something. Fight for it. Fight for it and win. It’s a lesson his Father had beaten into him from an early age.

“I hope the girl is okay,” Jisung says. A small furrow forming on his brow.

Minho cups his head, leans forward, kisses it gently. “I’m sure she’s being well looked after.”

The furrow melts away.

“You can fight too,” Jisung says. “Boxing?”

“Hmm, and mixed martial arts.”

Jisung’s fingers trace the ragged line on his bicep, “You have a lot of scars,” he says. “Who hurt you?”

“That’s from a broken bottle,” he tells him. “I was trying to break up a fight.” He chooses to leave out the part where he’d started and finished it.

“And this?” Jisung caresses the pink scar beneath his left collar bone that his brother Felix gave him after a particularly rowdy night and an honest to goodness misunderstanding. 

“Broken pool cue.”

“And this?” Jisung’s knuckles brush the long thin scar below his diaphragm.

“I don’t actually know about that one. I’ve had it for as long as I can remember.”

“Hasn’t your father told you?”

“He doesn’t know either. I, um… I’m adopted,” he surprises himself by saying this out loud. He’s not ashamed of it. It’s just something he chooses not to tell people. “So my medical history from before is a little vague.”

Something flickers over Jisung’s eyes, but it’s gone and he’s speaking before Minho gets the opportunity to try and understand the look. “Your brothers?”

“We’re all adopted, but I love them as if they are brothers,” he smirks, knowing that whilst this is true, his brothers would vehemently deny that Minho is capable of such affection. “Blood is thicker than water, after all.”

Jisung grins widely at him, “You are probably the first person I’ve heard use that in the correct way,” his eyes burn, and he leans forward, kisses Minho who kisses back and their hands are quickening, fingers digging, towels slipping and—

Meow. 

Jisung pulls away giggling. Minho is less than amused. 

“I’m sorry!” Jisung says, leaning back and petting Soonie, “Are you feeling left out?” he plants a kiss on the top of Soonie’s head. Soonie purrs happily. Little cat cock blocker.

Minho settles down against the pillows. Outside, the sun is rising and the morning twilight plays with Jisung’s soft features. Minho thinks he’s probably the most beautiful man in this, or any other world, past, present or alternate. 

Jisung glances at him, smiles, “What are you looking at?”

“Nothing,” it comes out like a sigh. Minho traces the black and red circle with a white star radiating from the centre. “Tell me about this.”

Jisung smiles, “My broken compass?”

And now Minho can see it, the points for north, east, south and west, but the letters at these points are different; S-T-A-Y. “Why’s it broken?”

“Have you seen Pirates of the Caribbean?”

“No,” Minho says.

“Well, shame on you. You should watch it. It’s a whole thing,” his smile is teasingly beautiful. “But my broken compass is a reminder. A reminder that I’m never really lost. That I’m not really astray. That I can always find myself, if I rely on what my heart is telling me.”

Whatever Minho had envisioned the answer to be, this was not it. He feels a bubble rise in his chest, and poking curiously at it, realises that it’s sadness. He feels sad that Jisung has ever felt astray. He cups Jisung's face, lets his thumb caress his cheek, “Stay with me a little longer?”

Smiling, Jisung cups Minho’s hand with his own, and lays down. “Okay.”

♤ ♡ ♢ ♧

Minho wakes to sunlight blinding him. South facing windows are great and all, except at midday when you’ve had less than four hours sleep. He flinches back from it, rolls away, hand reaching across the bed finding it empty. Usually, finding that his previous nights fuck toy has scarpered fills him with relief. So he’s a little surprised and wary of the hollowness sitting in his chest at Jisung’s absence. Or is it the absence of Jisung? Whichever it is, he’s not particularly fond of the feeling.

Distantly, in the fog of his sleepy brain, he’s aware that Soonie isn’t glaring at him from the bedside table or neighbouring pillow, bopping his nose with an angry paw demanding breakfast, which is his usual morning alarm. He rolls onto his back and drops his forearm over his eyes, listens to the sound of the hum of the traffic and a television. No, not a television. He removes his arm, sits up on his elbows, stares at his open bedroom door. It’s definitely his television.

He rolls out of bed, pulling on last night's sweatpants and pads barefooted and bare chested into his living room.

Jisung is sitting cross legged on the couch, wearing his laundered tank top and jeans and hideous socks and eating a triangle of jammy toast. Soonie is curled into a ball on his lap and they are both staring at the television. On the screen, a pretty woman is talking to a prettier man and after only thirty seconds of listening to them, horror settles into his stomach, it’s one of those fucking dating shows. “You’ve got to be kidding me? You watch this shit?”

“Shush,” Jisung says, waving his toast at him in a gesture to be quiet. Which is fucking cheeky since he’s sitting in Minho’s home. Or fucking cute. By the way Jisung nibbles on his toast, his eyes large and fixed on the screen, Minho leans towards cute, but he’s adding cheeky to his list. “I’ve been waiting for three weeks for him to finally confess to her.”

“Confess what?” Minho folds his arms across his chest, “That it’s a terrible idea to talk about their love life on national television?”

“Shush!” Jisung hisses.

Feeling scolded and chuckling quietly to himself, Minho ruffles Jisung’s hair as he pads over to the kitchen, or what had been his kitchen. The carnage remaining from Jisung making toast is a wonder to behold. It’s amazing there’s any jam on his toast, since a large quantity of it seems to be everywhere else. He’d clearly tried to wash the previous night’s dishes, but didn’t know where to put anything so had them teetering dangerously on the sink. But there’s coffee brewing in the pot, so that’s something. He steps on something hard, curses as he hops on one foot, inspects the other to find a cat biscuit there. Glances down at Soonie’s overflowing bowl.

“YES!” Jisung says. “Tell her! Tell her!”

Meoooow, Soonie agrees.

‘The thing is…’ the handsome man on screen is saying. ‘I never stopped loving you.’

Minho rolls his eyes, pours himself a mug of coffee.

“YES!” Jisung bounces on the couch, hands in the air. Soonie leaps away from him and scampers into the bedroom as Jisung claps his hands. “Finally!”

Music is playing now, the dramatic-romantic type as the camera focuses on the pretty woman’s disbelieving face and then the credits roll. Jisung vaults over the back of the couch, his smile wide and fucking adorable. He does a little happy skip, his fists like paws at his side. “He finally told her.”

“I gathered,” Minho can’t help smiling at him around his coffee mug. 

Jisung plants a kiss on his cheek, “Good afternoon.”

“Afternoon,” Minho replies, setting his mug down so he can wrap his arms around Jisung’s waist. Honestly, his arms are made for this. “Hmm.”

Jisung grins at him, but pulls away and covers his mouth when Minho leans forward for a kiss. “I haven’t brushed my teeth.”

“Neither have I,” Minho says, pulling Jisung closer, breathing on him.

“Oh my lord,” Jisung whines, nose wrinkling as he tries to wriggle free.

Minho plants a quick chaste kiss against Jisung’s lips and at once he stops wriggling, begins melting in Minho’s arms, his hands encircling Minho’s neck, pulling him down, kissing him deeply, and he tastes like strawberries, moaning against Minho’s lips. After seconds that might have been hours, Jisung pulls away. His cheeks are that pretty shade of pink, “Well, that was disgusting.”

“Uh-huh,” Minho says, kissing him once more before letting him go.

Jisung leans back against the breakfast bar, “I fed Soonie.”

“I see that.”

“I wasn’t sure how much to give him.”

“I see that too,” Minho tickles Jisung under his chin. “Good effort.”

Giggling, Jisung rabbit punches his shoulder. Hugs himself. “I don’t suppose you have a jumper or something I could borrow? My shirt’s outside, but it’s still damp.”

“Of course, are you cold?”

“No, not cold, I just, I er, don’t really like my arms out, on show.”

Minho arches an eyebrow at him, “You don’t like your arms?”

“I just don’t feel comfortable.”

Sexy. Fighter. Attractive. Adorable. Dangerous. Great in bed. Cheeky. Shy. 

Minho kisses the top of his head, “For the record, you have very sexy arms,” he says, stepping round Jisung and heading to his room. At the very top of his wardrobe he finds an old, hooded jumper in dark grey, with two white wings on the back. “Is this okay? It’ll be massive on you.”

“It’s cute, thanks,” Jisung says, pulling it over his head, the sleeves hanging low over his hands. And Minho sees the way Jisung’s shoulders relax under the fabric. 

“Better?”

“Much,” Jisung smiles at him.

There is the sound of a phone vibrating. Minho automatically glances at his bedside table where his phone is on charge, but it’s still and silent. 

Jisung pulls his own from the front pocket of his jeans, his face hardens as he scowls at the broken screen, and ends the call. 

“You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m—for fuck’s sake,” he ends the second call. “I have to go.”

“Do you need a lift? I could drive—”

“No. No, that’s not necessary.”

His phone rings for a third time and Minho’s seeing the tightness in his shoulders return. “Do you need to get that? I can leave—”

“No. They can wait,” Jisung steps forward, cups Minho’s head and pulls him down for a kiss and the kiss is going places when his fucking phone starts ringing again. “Fuck, I’m sorry.” Jisung ends the call again. “I had a wonderful time last night.” He looks Minho in the eye, pushing strands of hair away from Minho’s forehead. “A really wonderful time.”

“Me too,” Minho says, allowing his hands to rub circles over Jisung's back. Feels his muscles tense when his phone rings again.

“I really have to go,” he steps back, pets Soonie on the head and stoops down to kiss the spot between his ears. “Be good, beautiful boy.”

Soonie chirps, ‘I will’.

Why are you lying? Minho thinks.

“Ji?” Minho follows him out of the bedroom, Jisung is already at the main door, pulling on his boots, not bothering to tie his laces, just shoving the loose ends inside them. Groaning loudly when his phone starts ringing again. “Ji?”

Jisung shakes his head, unlatches the door, but Minho slaps his palm against it, slamming it shut. 

“Ji, look at me.” 

Jisung takes a shaky breath, looks. His eyes are damp. Any joy he’d had only five minutes ago has been expunged by the person trying to call him. Minho feels a visceral loathing of the person on the other end of those calls. He thumbs a tear from Jisung's cheek, “Who’s trying to call you?”

“It’s no-one,” Jisung lies terribly, which isn’t necessarily a bad trait.

“Your boyfriend?” It makes sense, in the moment, though the word burns in his chest. “Girlfriend?” he hedges, remembering the red and blue girls from the club.

“No,” Jisung smiles tiredly at him, “Nothing like that, it’s,” he sighs, “it’s my brother.”

“Oh, okay,” Minho hears the sound of relief in his own voice. “Are you okay?”

His nose wrinkles as he shakes his head. 

Minho’s unsure who kisses who first but they are kissing, Jisung pinned against the door, his leg around the back of Minho’s thigh, pulling him in, and closer, his hands flattening over Minho’s chest, up and over his shoulders, into his hair and his fucking phone starts ringing again.

“Tell him to fuck off,” Minho growls against Jisungs mouth.

Jisung giggles, dropping his foot back to the floor and gently detaching Minho’s hands from his waist. “I have to go,” he says as he wrenches the door open. Hesitates on the threshold. “Can I call you?”

“You fucking better,” Minho says and Jisung kisses his cheek quickly before he flees out of the door, jogs towards the elevator, takes the stairs. 

Minho closes the door, walks to his windows, heaves one open and steps out onto the narrow balcony. The sun is heating his skin, but his feet are cold on the concrete. He watches and he waits, and finally he sees Jisung, hood over his head, phone pressed to his ear, jogging lightly across the street, flagging down a taxi and scrambling into the back of it. Minho watches as the taxi rolls down the road and disappears around a corner. 

Palming the back of his neck, Minho turns to head back inside when he spots Jisung’s shirt, draped over the back of a chair. He lifts it, carries it inside. 

Purr? Soonie is pacing in front of the door, sniffing the spot where Jisung’s boots had been.

“He’s away,” Minho tells him. “Don’t look at me in that tone.”

Soonie sits down and continues to scowl at Minho as if he was the one who made him leave.

Minho flops onto the couch, idly feeling the smooth silk of Jisung’s shirt between his fingers. He glances up at the television showing icons of several shows of happy, smiling, pretty heterosexuals and the words: Because you watched Exchange: you might also like…

“No I fucking wouldn’t,” Minho says reaching for the remote and turning the television off. 

Jisung: Sexy. Fighter. Attractive. Adorable. Dangerous. Great in bed. Cheeky. Shy. Algorithm wrecker.

“Fuck,” Minho sighs dropping his head back. He’d slept with a lot of people in his time… could remember (maybe) some of their names. Could just about recall what they looked like… but here he was able to recite his list of Jisung’s without any issue.

Meow? Soonie says for no reason.

Another Jisung: Cat heart stealer.

“Fuck.”

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Chapter 1 - Parley

Chapter 2 - The DLC

Chapter 4 - The Wolf & His Pack

[simskittyyy]

Bajo El Sol Villa +CC

Floor plan:

From real house to Sims 4... This house is inspired by PJH's Construction's Bajo El Sol. This two-story villa is located in the upscale gated community of Skyward Palms, Oasis Springs. It has 5 bedrooms and 4 baths (incl. maid's quarters), family/entertainment room, laundry room, garage and a spacious outdoor area with living and outdoor dining, grill, mini bar and pool. The living, kitchen and dining areas are an open-floor concept which provides plenty of room for natural light to flow in. 

About the lot:

Size: 40x30

Value: 170,196 simoleons

Type: Residential

Location: Rio Verde, Oasis Springs

The lot uses the packs: Growing Together, Cottage Living, Snowy Escape, Eco Lifestyle, Discover University, Island Living, Get Together, My Wedding Stories, Dream Home Decorator, StrangerVille, Spa Day and Bathroom Clutter kit.

List of CCs used:

Angela

Garage doors rounded frame

Minc

Tian single door 1x3, double door 2x3

Sunset arch

Vista Arched door V1 4x3

Mutske

Banks door short wall 1x1

Cedar Arch 3x1, 2x1

Lanham window counter 1x1

Pilton Arch single 5x1

Moniamay72

Insta Pastel wallpaper

Nickname

Vaporwave pool ladder

NynaeveDesign

Altara minimalist window 1x1, left end

Erin bedroom, Erin bedroom décor, Erin plants I, Erin plants II

Lyne House Numbers set, Lyne glass panel right & left, Lyne Fences, Gates & Awnings

Haze plants

Pilar

Masala Monsthera

Pralinesims

Grass tile

RVSN

Straight Trellin’ Awning – skinny

That’s What She Bed set

Severinka

Construction Beams 4cell

Valeria Kidsroom part 1, part 2

Vega living room set

SIMcredible

Chlorophyll wall fern, wall fern 2

Dual channel

Flora set

Naturalis Kitchen set, Naturalis kitchenware, Naturalis Office, Naturalis plants, Naturalis skills and hobbies, Naturalis dining, Naturalis dining decor

Vogue dining set

Syboubou

Advent Calendar 2020 Classic Parquet floor & Concrete bare floor

Agnes double bed medium

Cecile office set

Elevatore zigzag railing, zigzag fence

Hotel Plant V2

Intro Set part 1, part 2

Laundry set, part 2, part 3

Millennial bedroom, Millennial décor

Paradis traditional stairs

Plouf curly palm tree V2 (part of set)

Ung999

Black White bathroom

Inside out living, dining

Winner9

Tiramisu living

Wondymoon

Cerium bathroom, decorations

Clematis bedroom, Clematis Study

Flerovium terrace

Magnesium bathroom, decorations

Silver outdoor

Sodium outdoor living, outdoor dining, outdoor extras, outdoor poolside lounge, outdoor bar

Thank you to all amazing CC creators ♥

Thank you xXSarina_27xX for the gallery paintings ♥

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[storiesbyjes2g]

You choose! Vote now!

Hello, gentle reader! As you know, Luca and Ali are teaming up and looking for a new residence. And guess what? YOU get to choose where they live! Yes, you! There is a poll at the end of this post, so please don't forget to vote. There are six lots in my save they are able to afford. I've provided a few pics and a description of each. Whatever lot you choose, I'll redecorate it and they'll move in shortly.

One thing I'd like you all to remember as you're making your selections, this save is very sims, so I don't put the same travel restrictions on them like in The Piersons & Friends. So even though a world might seem far to you, it's not far to them.

ALSO, I keep mentioning room/no room for Alessia. Let me just mention, at this point I have no plans to move her back home. But stayovers are a thing, and I think sims can ask if they can move in now(??). So...consider her in your deliberations or not. The choice is yours.

Let's get to these houses!

1. Sketchy shoebox

If Ali would like to stay in Evergreen Harbor, he could live here. He likes that there is a 3rd bedroom in case Alessia wants to come home, but the rooms are really tiny. Also, the neighborhood can be sketchy at times.

2. Abundant apartment

This is a 3 bedroom 1 bathroom apartment in the arts district. If you guys pick it I'll turn the fake closet in the master to an en suite. This apartment is spacious and very affordable. But Ali isn't sure about city living, and when he dies he won't have anything to leave Luca and Alessia.

3. Spacious oasis

This house is setup for two roommates and will give our guys the privacy they need. It's big enough for them to not be on top of each other, and the office could be converted into a 3rd bedroom. There's only one bathroom though. And this house sits at the top of their budget and will be a stretch. Plus Ali isn't sure he'll like the weather.

4. Copperdale cubicle

This little cottage has the nerve to have two bedrooms lol. The neighborhood is nice, quiet, and close to attractions. But those attractions can get loud.

5. Sans cons

There honestly isn't anything wrong with this property. There's more than enough room for everyone, and if Alessia doesn't come home, maybe it'll be too big for our guys. It's affordable, the neighborhood is nice and quiet, and it has a big yard. The upstairs bedrooms are too small for an adult, so I'd have to reconfigure up there to make Luca comfortable. That could inflate the cost a little but not much. It could also make it cheaper! Just depends on what I do.

6. Cute ranch

I think this house is super cute and possibly one of the best houses Maxis ever made. Even though it's small, the layout won't leave them feeling cramped. The courtyard is cute, and they still have a little yard left. But there is only one bathroom and no room for Alessia.

ROCK THE VOTE!!

[hometoursandotherstuff]

How unusual this 1985 art deco style home in Atlanta, Georgia is. 3bds, 3ba, $750K.

You enter in the kitchen b/c it's considered the focal point of the home.

It has an interesting built-in island. I don't know why, but the new apts. now enter directly in the kitchen. Mine does, and I don't like it, but that's the new floor plan.

I like the black counter.

It's a pretty open area, looks spacious, but of course, it's empty.

Love the curved wall and there's plenty room for a table and chairs.

The living room is separate and features a nice fireplace.

In the living room is a laundry closet.

This smaller shower room is cute. Look at the little sink.

The primary bedroom has a door to a terrace.

This bath has a nice black sink and tub. I don't know if I like uneven tile, it looks like it would be harder to clean.

It looks like all the bedrooms are large.

Each bath is different. This one has natural wood cabinetry.

This is nice, a sunporch on the back that opens to the yard.

This a neat little house. I wonder how it would look in Flamingo pink.

[elinorasims]

Build | Willow Creek | 133 Pendula Dr - Part 2

Second Floor

A spacious landing accommodates three generous bedrooms off the hall: master bedroom with balcony access and en suite with shower over bath, second double bedroom with balcony access, and a third single bedroom. The second floor also comprises closet space, a family bathroom, small home gym/yoga studio, and a music room. Off the landing at the back of the house is a laundry closet with separate shower room and access to a small rear balcony.

Master Suite

Bedroom 2

Bedroom 3

Gym/Yoga Studio

Music Room

Landing / Laundry / Shower

Balcony Front / Back

Second Floor Plan

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[personasintro]

Mimi, this is completely unrelated and maybe a bit weird, but I've been meaning to ask you this for some time. When you though about jk an y/n's apartments did you perhaps did like a little sketch? You see, throughout the entire book I've had difficulties picturing what their houses look like. I even talked about this with a friend who's also reading mh and we both did a little drawing of how we imagined jk's apartment to be like. The results were supper different, and it just got me wondering if you ever thought about it.

On another note, you're doing amazing, despite everything that's been going on. I admire the strength it takes to deal with idiots on the internet, and you certainly have lots of it.

Love everything you write and wish you the best queen 💖

I did a terrible sketch a long time ago on my discord server, I think it somehow became a topic in the chat. I don’t have the picture anymore (not that it’s worth seeing lmao ����).

I think it’s absolutely fine imagining it the way you want to or based on its description, or mix of both! I imagine it having a medium sized entryway, then it continues further down his apartment, to his living room. On the right side, there’s a spacious kitchen. At the end of his living room, there are 3 doors. One on the left side (jk’s office/ y/n’s temporary room), two on the other (bathroom, jk’s bedroom).

Y/n’s apartment is way smaller and has more western style. (I kinda missed explaining that part because I think it would be cool if the reader imagined it based on their home country and how apartment buildings and interior looks there). I imagine it similarly to jk’s house plan minus the office and space hehe.

Thank you bub! Have a lovely day 🩵🫂

[cfierce116]

I Want You Around Part 3

A/N: First things first, thank you for all of the love for the first two parts of the story - greatly appreciated. Secondly, I truly did not intend to take so long to post the final part but between the holidays/going to Survivor Series/getting sick after Survivor Series/work life/home life/personal life time got away from me. However, I'm back and ready to finish out Sefa/Krystle story and hopefully begin another story soon.

*Pairings: Solo Sikoa/OC (black fem)

*Warnings: 18+ & a snippet of smut

*Word Count: Approximately 2800 words.

*

A heavy sigh fell from Sefa’s full lips as he dragged his suitcase behind him, kicking the door closed with his foot. His shoulders sagged with relief as his eyes scanned the dimly lit room, the light aroma of freshly clean linen from the strategically placed plug in air freshener further relaxing him.

It felt so good to be home.

After spending the past two weeks traveling on the road for television tapings to boarding planes to perform at house shows out of the country, the only thing Sefa wanted to do was shower and fall into his bed. However his exhaustion quickly disappeared the moment his deep brown eyes landed on Krystle’s frame which was currently bent over in front of the cabinet underneath their stove.

Their stove. In their kitchen. In their home.

Sefa still couldn’t wrap his mind around how quickly things had progressed over the past few months. The moment he got the text from Krystle agreeing to move in with him, they both sprung into action to find a place they both liked. Sure it would’ve been easier for her to move into his apartment since it was slightly bigger than the studio she stayed in. But they wanted their first place together to feel like something that belonged to them both and not just her moving into her boyfriend’s bachelor pad.

After weeks of Krystle nitpicking every apartment they viewed (she didn’t want to see any inch of carpet because it absolutely disgusted her, she desired more natural light than artificial fixtures, the kitchen/living room combo had to be open concept, and she wanted a bedroom that was bigger than a closet), she came up with bright idea that maybe they should rent a house instead of an apartment.  At first Sefa was hesitant at the idea – in his mind if he was going to live in a house he was going to own it. But the moment the two of them walked into the two story, 3 bedroom & 2.5 bathroom house that cost close to the price that the smaller 1 bedroom apartments they viewed near downtown Orlando wanted to charge them he was sold. Not only did it tick off every single box on Krystle’s checklist it was spacious enough to house the gatherings that Sefa’s family were already planning.  

Sefa’s gaze studied Krystle’s frame which was covered in a pair of short dark black biker shorts that clung to her curves, one of his merch shirts that she cut into a midriff covering her top half. Her curly brown hair was gathered into her signature messy top bun, stray pieces falling down her neck. Sefa methodically walked towards Krystle, his arms wrapping around her torso when he finally reached her. He bit back a laugh as she jumped in shock and quickly turned to face him.

“Sefa, what the fuck?! Don’t be scaring me like that!” Krystle scolded as she playfully slapped his arm.

“My bad I was too busy admiring the view. So this is how you greet your man when he returns home?” he asked as he grabbed the hem of her shirt. He let out a low whistle as his hands dropped from the fabric and rubbed over her body lingering on the slither of skin peaking out from underneath her shorts. 

“Well if you must know I was getting ready to cook when you decided to scare the shit out of me,” Krystle responded as she grabbed Sefa’s wandering hand. “I was trying to be comfortable.” 

“Cook?” Sefa peaked over Krystle’s shoulder towards the stove. “What you got cooking over there?”

“I was trying to cook my man his favorite meal to welcome him back home but he just had to come back early and ruin my surprise,” Krystle said with a playful roll of her eyes.

Sefa smirked as his muscular arms wrapped around Krystle’s waist, pulling her body into his. Her own arms instantly wrapped around his neck as their gazes locked with one another.

“Well I switched to an earlier flight so I could surprise my girlfriend that I’ve been away from for the past two weeks.  But if you want me to leave so you can finish-“

“Stop fuckin around and kiss me jackass," Krys quipped with an exaggerated roll of her eyes.

Sefa chuckled before he lowered his head, his lips capturing Krystle’s. He groaned lowly as their mouths worked in tandem his heartbeat slowly accelerating with each passing second. Feeling her soft full lips on his was euphoric. This was the longest the two of them had been apart from each other and he had dreamed about this exact moment every night before he fell asleep. Having Krystle in his arms made all the stress and aches disappear. He felt a natural sense of serenity that only she could provide him allowing him to finally drop the stoic demeanor that his on screen character displayed and slip into the relaxed and easy going demeanor he showed when he was home chilling with those he loved.

Krystle’s soft moan filled the kitchen as Sefa pulled her body closer into his, his awakening penis pressing against her inner thigh. She was the first one to pull away, her chest heaving with every breath she took.

“If we keep this up I’m never going to finish dinner,” she said.

“Fuck that dinner,” Sefa quipped as he reached for her again.

Krystle giggled as she stepped out of his reach, wagging her finger at him. “I did not spend all this time going to the store to buy these groceries for this dinner for nothing. Lemme finish what I’m doing so we can eat. And I’ll make sure I’ll reward you for good behavior later.”

Sefa bit the corner of his lip as he slapped Krystle’s ass making her yelp. “I’mma hold you to that promise sweetheart.”

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Krystle’s small hand wiped the steam from the bathroom mirror, her reflection quickly appearing. A small smile crept on the corners of her full lips as she tightened the belt of her black silk robe, the valley between her breasts peaking through the opening. She spent the majority of her weekend preparing for Sefa’s return: From going grocery shopping to stock their kitchen with the essentials that would carry them throughout the week (because she had a feeling she wouldn’t have the time to go back later that week) to spending some time with Imani doing some self care activities like getting her nails done and making a necessary trip to her favorite wax center, she was relieved she could sit back and relax with her man. 

In their new house. 

A chill zipped through Krystle’s body as the phrase rolled around in her mind. Their house. She still couldn’t wrap her mind around the fact that they were living together. Of course everybody in her life wasn’t as supportive as Imani was - namely her mother. But she was a grown adult who had to make decisions that would make her happy. 

And she was 110% certain she made the best decision. 

Of course their busy work schedules didn’t give them the chance to enjoy their new living arrangement. Mere days after they moved in, Sefa had to rush off to an overseas tour, leaving Krystle at home by herself for two weeks. Living in a new neighborhood without the man that made her feel safe and secure was difficult for the first couple of nights. But she quickly adjusted and soon found herself falling into a routine of going to work during the day and returning home at night, working to make the house feel like a home. Their own personal sanctuary where they could return to decompress and relax, ignoring the outside world for a few hours. 

Or in this instance, a few days.

The moment Krystle’s eyes landed on Sefa, it took all of her willpower not to tear his clothes off his body. Imani was right - she was dicknotized. But she couldn’t help it. He was the most handsome man she had ever laid eyes on. And after weeks of not feeling his muscular arms around her body as they slept or not being able to feel his lips on hers, she was desperate to make up for lost time. 

After listening to him excitedly recap his experience on his first overseas tour as a main roster star while they enjoyed his favorite meal (grilled Italian seasoned chicken thighs and buttery mashed potatoes), she quickly retreated to the bathroom, as he insisted to clean up the kitchen, to take a quick shower. Her hands reached towards her messy top knot when a quick knock on the door interrupted her. 

“You ok in there?” 

“Yeah, I’ll be out in a minute babe,” Krystle responded as her curly tresses cascaded down her back. She wet her hands slightly and fluffed the end of her hair, separating her curls to create a voluminous messy hairstyle. The bathroom lighting highlighted the new copper brown color her stylist added earlier that week, the hue perfectly complimenting her honey caramel skin tone. Krystle quickly sprayed a Bath and Body works body spray over her body, not wanting anything too heavy before glancing over her appearance one more time, silently approving at her image. 

Krystle slowly opened the door and leaned against the door frame, her arms crossing over her chest as she smirked. “Patience was never your strength Mr. Fatu.” 

Sefa parted his lips to say something as he turned to face her, his words quickly dying on his lips. Krystle felt her heart rate accelerate as his gaze traveled over her body slowly before reaching her own eyes again. 

“What’s this?” Sefa asked, his voice low and heavy. 

Krystle pushed herself away from the door and slowly walked towards Sefa, her fingers reaching for the belt on the robe, teasingly unraveling the knot she tied with each step she took.

“This is how I truly like to welcome my man home,” she replied. She finally stood in front of him and shrugged the robe from her body, the fabric calling to the floor. 

Silence engulfed the room as she stood in front of Sefa. Her body was covered in a sexy red lace bra and matching thong, the slither of fabric disappearing between her voluptuous ass cheeks as her breasts threatened to spill out. 

Sefa wordlessly reached for Krystle, his muscular arm wrapping around her body and pulling her into his frame. His full lips captured hers in a smoldering kiss. Krystle moaned into the kiss as her arms circled around his neck deepening the kiss. Sefa’s large hands roamed over her body squeezing her skin as he groped every curve he could, his touch frantic. His fingers quickly unclasped her red lace bra, freeing her breasts before he unceremoniously those the item to the side. Their bodies moved together in unison as he directed her towards their bed before he gently pushed her down on the mattress. 

Krystle sat up on her elbows as she watched Sefa stand above her, his gaze never leaving hers. She watched as he yanked his t-shirt over his head revealing his intricate tribal tattoos on his arms and his chest. Krystle reached for the waistband of his mesh shorts before he snagged her wrist and stopped her movements.

“We’ll get there soon enough. But I wanna show you how much I missed you.”

Krystle’s arched brow quirked in curiosity as she watched Sefa slowly drop to his knees at the foot of their bed. His muscular arms wrapped around the back of her thighs, yanking her body towards his in one fluid motion. He silently pulled her thong down her legs, the fabric rubbing against her skin. The moment the cold air hit her exposed pussy she sucked in a deep breath as she waited for Sefa to make his next move. His hand spread her legs apart, his large fingers gently splitting her labia lips before he dipped his head towards her core.

“Fuck Sefa!” Krystle screamed out the moment his tongue touched her clitoris. Her eyes rolled towards the ceiling as he expertly tongued her pussy alternating between sucking and licking. Juices instantly dripped onto his tongue making Sefa groan in satisfaction which caused her to moan loudly. Her upper body thrashed on the bed as he continued to eat her out, his annoyingly long tongue slipping inside of her and twirling in circles. Krystle’s body started to quiver and she reached for Sefa’s head, threading her fingers in his blonde hair and pushing him closer between her legs. 

A wry chuckle escaped from Sefa’s lips as he briefly pulled his mouth away from Krystle’s pussy. “Look at you being greedy.” 

“You’re got damn right. It’s been too fuckin long.” 

“You act like you didn’t have any toys to take care of you while I was gone,” Sefa commented referencing to the bag of goodies Krystle had showed him via text one day while he drove to the next town which almost caused him to crash the rental car much to his brothers’ chagrin. 

“It wasn’t the same. I only like it when you make me cum.” 

Sefa quickly glanced up at Krystle, his brown eyes narrowing. He inhaled deeply as he felt his dick straining against the fabric of his shorts. “Is that so?” Krystle nodded in response as she bit the corner of her bottom lip. Unable to hold off any longer, Sefa stood to his feet causing his girlfriend to smack her lips. 

“Sefa what the he-“ Krystle’s complaints fell on her lips as Sefa quickly pushed his shorts down his legs, his thick dick springing free. She quietly whimpered as she watched pre cum ooze from the tip as she reached for Sefa desperate to lick up the substance. However, Sefa was quicker than her and side stepped her shaking his head. 

“That can wait until later,” Sefa said as he wrapped Krystle’s legs around his waist. Her arms instantly circled around his neck pulling him closer to her body until his chest was flush against her sweat covered breasts.  “But I need to feel you now Krys.” 

The couple’s combined gasps filled the air the moment Sefa pushed into Krystle. Krystle’s eyes instantly shut as she silently coached herself to relax despite Sefa’s thick penis inside of her. A tiny smile spread across her lips as she felt him press his forehead onto hers and a soft kiss on the bridge of her nose. 

“You ok?” 

Krystle nodded. “Yeah. Almost forgot how big you are.” 

Sefa laughed softly making her chuckle as well. After a few seconds her eyes fluttered open locking with Sefa’s loving gaze. Her hand traced his jawline before doing the same with his full lips. “I love you Sefa,” Krystle declared softly. 

“I love you too Krys.” Sefa lowered his head and captured Krystle’s lips in a smoldering kiss. As their tongues twisted around one another Krys felt the discomforting ache slowly disappear as Sefa finally nestled his full length inside of her. He rocked his hips back and forth, the slow motion causing Krystle to moan into the kiss. 

Sefa pulled away. “Better?” 

Krystle nodded, silently encouraging her boyfriend to speed up the pace. Not needing to be told twice, Sefa picked up the speed snapping his his hips forward. He bit back a groan as Krystle started to move her own hips to match his rhythm, her pussy fluttering around him as he felt his dick pulsating inside her.  Sefa reached towards her chest and twisted her nipples between his fingertips the move making her moan loudly.

“Sefa I’m..I’m about to cum,” Krystle stuttered as she felt her stomach squeeze uncontrollably and her ass tense up.

“Lemme feel you cum all on this dick babe.” 

Unable to hold back any longer, Krystle released a loud wail as she reached her climax, pussy juices coating her boyfriend’s penis. The extra lubrication made it easy for Sefa to plunge deeper into Krystle as he fucked her through her orgasm making her cries increase in volume as their headboard rammed into the wall behind their bed. The lewd making noises of Sefa’s hips hitting hers filled the room and the symphony of sounds made Sefa’s own eyes roll backwards as he felt himself teetering on the edge.   

“Fuck!” Sefa yelled out as his orgasm ripped through him, his dick shooting cum inside Krystle. He continued to thrust inside of her as he emptied his seed inside of the woman that he love before his body eventually slowed down and stopped its movements. He sighed softly as he felt Krystle’s hands caressing his back while her soft lips peppered kisses on his neck. 

Sefa pulled his dick out of Krystle before falling into the empty spot next to her. He let out another content sigh. 

“That was-“

“Fucking amazing,” Krystle finished. She turned on her side to face Sefa tracing the outline of Sefa’s tattoo with her finger. “I’m so glad you’re home.”

Sefa turned his head to look at Krystle. He felt the corners of his lips lift into an easygoing smile, his heart swelling with love for the woman next to him. He grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles softly.

“Me too.” 

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