#Spacious Layout

[elliaellia-blog]

Retail Space | Spacious | Great Investment

[generic-sonic-fan]

■ for team dark ? :D

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■ -  Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon

Welcome to the Team Dark apartment! This is the layout I use in all of my fics. I've numbered some points of interest here:

1. Omega's spot. Pretty self-explanatory. While he can sit on The Couch(TM), sometimes he prefers to stand, so Rouge moved the end table so that he wouldn't block the view of the TV when he does. The coffee table is so far towards the TV for a similar reason- to give him room to move through or to sit on the floor in front of the couch if he so desires.

2. Shadow's spot. Also pretty self-explanatory. While Shadow does sit on The Couch(TM) sometimes, he prefers to lean against this wall in the kitchen. It's on the edge of the hallway next to his room, providing him an easy escape if he wants it. You'll see him here, leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching the television from afar while Rouge is splayed out across The Couch(TM)

(2.5: Why's it called The Couch(TM)? That's because it's Rouge's from a previous apartment. She found it in the dumpster of a condo complex and she swears it's the comfiest couch the world has to offer. Sonic disagrees; he insists Tails' is better. Rouge thinks that's personal bias.)

(2.7: most of the furniture is hand-me-downs, thrifted, or dumpster-dived by Rouge. Except the TV and related systems- it's relatively new, and that's because it's stolen!)

3. Omega's window. When they first moved in, Rouge originally had this room, as it faced the street and there's at least a decent view of a park not to far from the apartment. However, when Omega moved in, he quickly grew antsy (re: started breaking things) about being in a room with no view of the outside world. Shadow guessed the problem, and Rouge agreed to switch rooms. Now Omega almost constantly has this window open so that he can register the fresh breeze and the sounds of the bustling world below on his sensors. (Much to the ire of his organic teammates in the hot summer.)

4. The bathtub, also known as Rouge's zone. She's pretty much taken over the entire bathroom at this point, but the shower/bathtub is especially choked with all the different beauty products she uses. She takes looooooong bubble baths to unwind when she needs alone time. That's not to say that Shadow doesn't use the shower or any products- he absolutely does, but he just doesn't feel connected to the bathroom space in the same way Rouge is. (Unless Rouge specifically plans a spa night for him!)

And of course, the bedrooms are more personalized to each individual. You can send me asks for each individual member and I can elaborate more :)

[sysig]

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[timoswerner]

boooo we looked at a house today that we thought was going to be THE ONE but it was not

[sol-flo]

good god i need to get my bedroom painted soon it feels like i'm dying in here. doesn't help that i have the exact same layout as i did previously (and no alternate layout possible). i can't bear those moments where i feel almost unsure of where i am

[lesbianherald]

OK!!! the actual furniture/color choices here are very like. early picks but I wanted to get this out there!!!!

the layout of the house is supposed to be a little odd - as if it was an old home that got added on to over the years. in my head, Jayce's old bedroom is actually a converted attic space done by the home's previous owner, hence the narrow, oddly placed stairs.

also yes she's committed the sin of putting the tv on the mantle

I've been re-reading Coming Home for god knows how much already, thank you for your efforts and pouring your soul into it! My question may sound silly, but can you please describe/scribble how Ximena's living room is arranged? Or even slap some furniture in Sims if you are feeling it 😅

There was that beautiful (and soul-wrecking) scene in flashback, and I imagined the whole room VIVIDLY. You cooked it, really! But for some forsaken reason I can't figure out how are everyone seated on Christmas lmao (when there was only one place left for Jayce, ofc near Viktor), seems like my mind just can't comprehend more then 4 people in the room. I may need that for.... art purposes hehe.

oh my god.... wait.... art purposes you say.... ximena's house is next then :)

give me a little bit too cook and I'll get back to you.

sigh... guess i have to play more sims...... DKLFJSdh

[floorpancakes]

wip did my funny layout now to get back to the lineart sigh

[dexaroth]

honestly my problem with making character pages is that i want all of them to have an image background with like. 50-70% of the image visible bc the images give off their vibe so much better than my writing would do (altough this is biased bc im very visually oriented and the more images illustrating the concepts instead of blocks of text the better to me)

so this is the initial idea, a sidebar taking 1/3 and the rest being divided into two other sections for readability and compartmentalization (sidebar image is a placeholder, daron's supposed to be in there)

and this is an edit of an unsplash image that i did for the bg and like. it fucks! i need this to be omnipresent! bc its pretty. but it barely accounts for 10% of the draft up there

but then i either have a bunch of empty space to show for it and have the consequence of the page becoming like 1.5x longer or i use the space well but barely any of the image is showing :<

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[k-hotchoisan]

Yunho smut with his hands? 🥴

Oh god I love his hands I want them around my neck so bad. My choking kink is off the fucking charts whenever Yunho’s hands are present. Here’s something for you, pretty. Enjoy Yunho and his pretty little hands.

Synopsis: what are the odds of getting a tattoo and getting fucked by your tattoo artist because you cannot stop staring at his fuckin hands

Warnings/genres: tattoo au!, mention of needles, slight size kink, choke kink, unprotected sex, hands kink, cream pies, fingering

A/n: I am so sorry for the amount of typos. I fucking swear this isn’t what usually happens omg

You stood before the apartment door, double checking that you got the right address—yeah you definitely did. He did mention that it was a home-based studio. Your first tattoo appointment and you were so nervous because you don’t know what to expect. Hongjoong had assured you to just go with an open mind. You didn’t know much about your tattoo artist, only knowing that his name was Yunho, nonetheless, you did really like his art style, and you soon settled on him with Hongjoong’s advice.

Back to present, you pushed the doorbell, and it echoes through the apartment. There is a silence before the doorknob clicks. The door pulls back, and before you, stood a really tall male. His sharp eyes make him look very intimidating and for a moment your heart races, and you wonder if you stopped into the wrong house.

“You are?” He asks, and rumbles you even more because his voice is so fucking deep for no reason.

You manage to find the voice stuck in your throat, as you reply, “y/n, here for a 7pm tattoo appointment with Yunho?”

His face softens immediately as his eyes brighten up. “Ah right! Yunho’s client! Come in. I’ll get Yunho in a bit”. He ushers you in as you remove your shoes.

You step inside, soaking in the interior of the apartment. It was definitely a shared space—the common areas were spacious, maybe just spacious enough to serve for two people. It was a pretty clean looking, monochromatic layout.

“Oh right, my name’s Mingi. Song Mingi, but you can call me Mingi”, he introduces himself brightly, his smile contagious. “I’m his room mate.” You smile back.

“Please excuse the mess by the way”, he laughs as he leads you through the corridor, and the both of you are standing in front of a wooden door. Mingi knocks the door before saying “Hyung, I’m coming in” with a raised voice. He pushes the door handle down and the door opens. The subtle hint of lavender hits you from the humidifier and it instantly relaxes you.

On the cushioned rolling stool sat your tattoo artist, his frame is as tall as Mingi’s, messy brunette locks tussled on his head. He’s in simple black shirt but he still looks so fucking good. He’s absorbed on his iPad, still sketching out the little details of what seems to be your tattoo.

You feel your heart beat a little too quickly the moment your eyes land on him because you did not expect him to be that attractive.

And you are gonna be stuck with him for at least a couple of hours together.

Mingi raps the door again, and that’s when Yunho looks up, and you take a good look at his face. He doesn’t look like whatever you expected him to look like, well, not that you had any pictures to reference him from to begin with. But definitely, he is pretty fucking good looking. You stay rooted at the entrance of the door, mooning over your tattoo artist in a tight black shirt while he eyes you up and down with a soft smile.

“Oh right! My apologies”, Yunho finally speaks and he sounds like honey, and it suddenly makes you slightly thirsty. “Hey. I’m Yunho. We finally meet”, he greets with a hand up.

His fucking hands. Oh my fucking gods. He has a silver ring cuffing his index finger. Then he beckons you to go over to him. Mingi tilts his head to Yunho’s direction before saying that he needs to leave, giving you a small nod before shutting the door.

You have no choice but to inch closer to Yunho, who’s smiling at you like a fucking golden retriever, and you wonder to yourself ‘this dude is a fucking tattoo artist?’ Yunho beckons you to take seat on an empty stool across him as he mentions to give him a couple more minutes to finish up the design draft. You nod, even if he doesn’t see it since his attention is back on his iPad. You quietly stare at the way he makes his strokes with his Apple Pencil.

And you get a closer look at this long, slender fingers. You’ve never met anyone with such pretty hands before, yet the way he holds the pencil is so gentle, and almost attractive for some reason. It’s especially the way his fingers are veiny and long—his joints are angled in such a way it frames his fingers so fucking prettily. Yunho looks up and catches your gaze, and you flinch slightly, thinking you are caught in the act.

“Eager to see your design?” He asks playfully, a small smile tugging the corner of his lips. Oh thank fucking god.

“Yeah of course. I wonder what you came up with”, you quickly say, pretending to peek over at the iPad.

He brings up the iPad higher to his eye level and it’s the way his fingers curls around the tablet. He flips it over to you and you soak in the design he drew out for you. It’s what you wanted. You also don’t miss out how clean and neatly trimmed his fingernails are.

“Is it to your taste? Got any last minute changes you want before I print it out?” He asks, as he stands up and walks over to the printer. You shake your head slowly, trying not to swoon at how deliciously tall he is.

He beams. “Great! Then I’ll print a couple of sizes out. Take your pick okay? I’ll go grab some water for you.” You nod as he disappears out of the room through the door. The printer starts up and it begins to print out the stencil.

You look around the room. Despite it looking small, it was pretty cozy looking. The room has comfortable lighting, with lamps, which you assume are for the tattoo work. There’s a small space just behind the empty stool you’re seated on, with smaller studio lights pointing towards the wall, which you deduce is probably where he takes photos of his finished products. His tattoo machine sat near to the tattoo bed, which was cling wrapped for sanitary purposes, including the pillows. Finally, a small desktop computer set up was against the wall, perpendicular to the small studio lights, with a printer at the side. The door knocks, a short pause before it pushes open, and it’s Yunho with a drink in hand.

He walks over to you and hands it to you, his fingers brushing against yours and it takes you so much nerves to have any wild thoughts. You take a sip to distract yourself as you hear scissors cutting through the tracing paper. As you open your eyes, Yunho is so fucking near your face that it makes your heart jump.

“Oh gosh! Did I scare you?” Yunho laughs as he takes the cup from your hand. “My apologies.”

You shake your head. “It’s fine. You just move so quietly”, you joke. Yunho smiles in reply as he places the cup on his desk.

“I need you to lift your shirt up for me”, Yunho instructs, staring at your abdomen.

Fuck, for a moment your mind plunges into some unknown territory. You forgot that your tattoo placement was above your hip. You roll the fabric up high enough, and you fucking jump when you feel Yunho’s fingertips brush against your skin, on your waist. “It’s here right? The placement that you wanted?” He confirms, his touch not leaving your skin. “Yeah”, you manage out.

He cuts a piece of tape to adhere the stencil onto your skin before bringing you over to the full length mirror right by the bed to let you confirm your placement. After a few adjustments (and hell of of him touching your waist with his bare hands which was definitely giving you insane haywire thoughts), you came to a placement which you are satisfied with. He sticks the stencil to your skin, much like a temporary tattoo, pulling out the tracing paper and letting it dry, before having you lie down in the bed as he prepared his inks.

“First tattoo?” He asks as he checks his gun.

“Yeah”, you reply, playing with your fingers from the nervousness.

Yunho chuckles. “That placement might hurt a little though. You’re a brave one.”

You only release a nervous laugh—wondering if it is for the tattoo or because of Yunho. He turns to you, tugging against his ring to remove it before snapping black latex gloves on before pushing your shirt higher. You bite you lip.

How the fuck does his hands look even better gloved? The black latex only enhances the length and shape of his hands, which curls around his tattoo gun.

“I’m gonna start now. Let me know if you need a break, yeah?” Yunho assures. You know it’s probably a customer service thing but god, why did he have to be so attentive?

He switches on the gun and it buzzes. He begins tattooing and sure enough, the placement you picked definitely hurt quite like a bitch, but you force yourself to pull through it.

“Is this okay? Does it hurt?” He asks before continuing.

“It does, but I think I’ll be fine”, you reply, thinking of something else to distract yourself from the pain. Throughout the session, Yunho makes conversations with you, making you laugh when you probably shouldn’t because he was stabbing needles at your waist but still. He was amazing at breaking the ice, especially in such a seemingly intimate space. You feel yourself unwind a little, and although it still hurt, you don’t feel so tense anymore. Nonetheless, you could not shake the thought about his hands running down your body every time you glance at Yunho doing your tattoo.

“Yeah, I don’t know why I even wanted to get a tattoo when I have a shit pain threshold”, you say in between soft giggles to cover up the pain and soreness that was starting to sink in.

“But you’re doing so well for me”, Yunho replies absentmindedly with a smile. Your head spins the moment he says that, butterflies were invading your stomach. What the fuck was that even? Now your stomach in twisting into knots when he’s praising you like that.

“We’re almost done. Hold on a little longer for me yeah?” He assures again, as you bear through the pain. It’s over quickly as he smoothes over your tattoo with a final swipe of the paper towel. He moves back a little to admire his work. He looks satisfied. He pulls his gloves off and sits you up gently, your stomach still fluttering as his fingers brush against your skin. He brings you to the full length mirror, and there you admire how gorgeous the tattoo looks.

“It looks amazing” you gasp, turning your side to have a better view of it. Yunho looks proud. He has his phone in his hand now and requests a few photos, which you obliged to of course. He adjusts your shirt before snapping a few pics.

“I really like how this turned out,” you gush. “Thank you Yunho.”

Yunho shakes his head. “Thank you for entrusting me to it, especially as your first tattoo.”

You laugh in response, and you don’t realise that he’s kneeled down at your waist, preparing to stick on the second skin. He sticks it on and instructs you on proper tattoo care before making another appointment for a touch up. You thank him and left the apartment, heart still beating in your ears.

You’ve developed a way too big of a crush on your tattoo artist now.

The touch up appointment came way too quickly than you thought. To be fair, you were still not over it, and as much as the tattoo scabbing and itch , it couldn’t compare to way Yunho’s hands kept brushing against your waist, as he checks on your tattoo. But in the past month, all you think about was Yunho and his fucking hands. Even now, when he’s only taking a look at your healed tattoo, your mind in swimming in the most dirtiest places you wanted him to touch.

You shut your eyes and bite your lip so no weird sound comes out from your mouth. You feel Yunho’s breath right at your waist as it tickles your skin, a soft sigh escapes your lips as your tattoo artist continues to rub against the tattoo.

And it doesn’t go unnoticed by Yunho.

He could very easily just tug your pants down and you would let him because fuck, he’s all you can think about now. Yunho stands up, and definitely notices how flushed your skin is looking, and he decides to test waters. He traps you at the tattoo bed, and you hear your heart in your ears as he inches closer. Now he’s pretty much towering over you as his fingers are tracing against your waist, sending goosebumps down your skin. “Your tattoo healed so nicely”, he says, hooking his index finger and thumb to your chin so you’d meet his gaze. Your gaze travels down to his pretty lips and he takes it as a sign to cup your neck and pull you in for a starved kiss, sending your mind into a fucking frenzy, and fireworks to go off in your eyelids. He tastes even better than you thought. Your eyes flutter open as he pulls back, catching your breath.

“Won’t Mingi hear?” You ask. He shakes his head. “Not anytime soon, doll.” His little pet name making you flush even harder, and it all goes down to your pussy, which is getting wet enough already, no thanks to your little fantasies and the fucking kiss.

“Now, stop thinking about him when I’m here.”

His hands touch your waist again, as he lifts you onto the tattoo bed, the plastic crinkling beneath you. You watch him breathlessly as he tugs against your bottoms, and your clothing articles drop to your ankles. Yunho doesn’t let them touch the ground, instead, he folds it hastily onto the other side of the bed, before turning his attention back to you, or your wet and sopping pussy.

Yunho licks his lips, before stroking your thighs to coax you to spread your legs open, and you do, your eyes following the way his fingers are stroking your thigh, alongside the ticklish feeling it was sending straight to your cunt.

“Such a pretty pussy, doll”, he compliments, his fingers trailing down your slicked cunt, before stopping right at your hole. He hears your little whimpers and cries, and it goes right to his hardened cock that’s pushing against his pants. But he knows being patient reaps the best rewards. He can be patient for you. Yunho’s fingers slowly plunge into your cunt, and your back arches in pleasure, because oh my fucking god, his fingers are long enough to hit a spongy area and it was sending fucking stars beneath your eyelids. Shivers tickle your spine as Yunho’s lips land soft kisses against your skin on your neck. His finger fucking was sending you into the heavens.

A kiss on your cheeks makes your eyes flutter open, and you meet Yunho’s gaze.

“I’ve noticed”, he sighs, slowing down his finger fucking in you. “That you seem really entranced by my hands since our first session.” Then he plunges his fingers in again, another cry leaving your lips as your eyes roll back.

Fuck. He found out.

“You have such pretty hands”, you admit, hiding your face with your arms, wondering what was more embarrassing—the fact that he found out about your fixation with his hands, or that he’s fucking your cunt with said fingers.

“So I should make really good use of it, right?” Yunho chuckles, adoring the way you’re squirming under his touch. He pulls your hands off your face and holds them down, and oh god, he was truly trying to drive you insane. He picks up the pace and every time his fingers press against your g-spot, your moans only grew louder and more desperate, and Yunho is progressively losing his rationale. He wants to fuck you so bad right now, and the thought of him railing you on his workspace only heightened his arousal, because he has never done that before.

Your orgasm only builds up even more quickly when he thumbs your clit after releasing your hands. Your hands are clawing his arms.

“Yunho, please. Oh god. That feels so fucking good. Gonna cum.”, you cry, lifting your legs higher, and that only encourages Yunho to pick up the pace, and the words that leave his lips-“cum on my fingers baby. You know you want to”- and a whimper escapes his lips the moment he feels your walls clench against his fingers, as moans pours out of you when your orgasm floods your senses. Yunho lets you ride your orgasm out, slowly pushing his fingers in and out again, enjoying your cunt squeezing his fingers. He pulls out slowly and you barely catch your breath, as your gaze meet his. His fingers are full of your slick and cream, and plasters it on his lips, giving them a lick before sucking this pretty fingers, covered in your arousal, fucking clean. That does nothing but throw your head into a frenzy, and your cunt clenches at nothing, as you struggle to keep your composure.

But now Yunho is the one starting to lose it, as he haphazardly wipes his fingers on his slacks before hastily pulling his pants down, his cock springing out, glimmering with precum already, very evident thanks to the studio lights. God fuck, as if his hands weren’t pretty enough, his dick is too. Yunho bites his lip, staring at how fucked out you looked, especially since he hasn’t even fucked you good yet. He pushes your knees to bend even more, before lining his cockhead to your hole before sinking his cock right into you. You couldn’t even keep your eyes open at this point. Your cunt feels slightly sore, and your walls are hugging his cock so well that Yunho is fighting not to just fuck you senseless. Yunho groans at the sensation, but he leans in for another hungry kiss with you, before his hand snakes around your neck.

He pulls back. “I’m sorry. I really need to fuck you so bad right now. Fuck.” You can’t help but find that so endearing that he’s holding back. Your fingers tug your folds open more, letting him sink his cock further deeper into your heat, which makes him squeeze your throat. It feels so fucking amazing to have Yunho choke you out like this, and you make it even more evident by clenching around his cock.

He doesn’t hesitate this time, and starts fucking you so deep and good, that you fucking swear you see a bulge below your belly button every time his cock hits your cervix. The sensation of Yunho’s cock stuffing you full every time he thrusts into you paired with his hands around your neck—softly squeezing and letting go—is only pushing your second orgasm to hit you.

“I would have never guessed that you’d get off my hands this much”, Yunho hums, looking at the way your eyes are rolled back as his balls slap your ass every time he fucks into you, your hands grabbing onto his arm, clawing again from the bliss he’s fucking you into. “Do you like them that much?”

You fight every nerve to focus on answering him, eyebrows scrunched. “Y-yeah. Fuck, I fantasise you choking me out like this since that day. I dream about letting you do whatever you want to me with your han-“ getting cut off from a sob as his cock fills you up again—or did he just grow even bigger in you? Ah, fuck, it doesn’t matter.

“Naughty girl”, Yunho mutters with a smirk, his free hand slapping against your ass, the sound rippling through the room, making you arch your back even more.

“Yunho, p-please’, you stutter, the knot in your stomach so taut. “I think I’m gonna cum again”. Now you’re sobbing. This only encourages Yunho to tighten his grip around your neck as his strokes become harder, and you snap—broken sobs leaving your throat as your cunt fucking squeezes Yunho’s cock, the sensation of his hands around your neck only amplifies your orgasm as stars burst in your eyelids, and you cream so fucking much, that it gets onto the cling wrapped bed below you. Yunho immediately loses it, his thrusts becoming straight up ruts. He releases his grip from your neck, and the oxygen returns immediately, leaving your heaving. Yunho is leaning into your ear, as his both hands are now on your waist as he fucks desperately into your overstimulated cunt.

“You’re so fucking adorable, y/n. I’m cumming too”, he grunts, as he ruts a final time before a soft moan hits your ears, then a flood of his warm cum right into your spent pussy, and oh god, did that feel amazing. Yunho stays by your side for a moment, before straightening his back, and pulling out, not missing a beat at the way his cum just trickles down your inner thigh, out of your hole.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry. This is your work space and all”, you panic, taking a handful of tissues that Yunho had offered to clean yourself up. Evidently, that doesn’t get to him because Yunho immediately rushes over the moment he notices the red marks around your neck.

“Shit, did I choke you too hard?” He asks rather frantically, lifting your chin up, rubbing against your neck gently. You shake your head, suddenly wanting to just kiss him again, but you hold yourself back. “Also, don’t worry about this. My next appointment isn’t until 4pm. I have time to clean up. You alright though?”

Fuck, why did he have to be hot and gentle? It was genuinely driving you nuts. “Is it okay if I use the toilet?” You ask, fitting your clothes on. Yunho immediately nods, rushing to the door to leave it open for you, as you gingerly head to the washroom.

You sigh as you leave the washroom, wondering if it was about to simply be a one time thing, because you were falling for your tattoo artist, hard and fast. Your gaze meets Yunho’s the moment you shut the door behind you, and Yunho has cleaning supplies in his hands. Suddenly your face flushes again, thinking at the mess the both you made.

Yunho’s smile doesn’t falter though, and you see a tint of red colouring the tips of his ears, which you could have definitely missed if you hadn’t noticed closely. There’s a strange air of silence between the both of you, that is, until Yunho speaks.

“My 4pm client is my last one for the day. I’ll text you when I’m done, if you’re down for dinner?” He asks, rubbing the nape of his neck shyly. Oh my fucking god. You laugh softly, because, holy shit, you never expected this outcome, and then you nod. “I’ll be waiting, Yunho”, you reply.

Yunho steps forward to you and strokes your head. “I’ll see you to the door then. And then I’ll see you tonight.”

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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/

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'*•♡Finding Space In Your Heart ♡•*'

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02 - Revved And Ready

Pairing - Biker/Roommate!Bakugou x Fem!Reader

An - AHH! Thanks for so much love on part one, here's the next one, lmk how you like it! xoxox

Summary - After Kirishima moves in with his girlfriend, Mina, Bakugou finds himself in need of a new roommate. He’s on the hunt for someone who can tolerate his loud (and expensive) Ducati, his odd hours at the mechanic shop, and who is fairly tidy and able to pay their share of the rent. After having no luck finding the right person, his long-time friends Mina and Kirishima suggest an old friend of Mina's—enter you, a young professional writer looking for a place to live during your partnership with a publishing company.

Notes/warnings - Qurikless AU, aged up characters, slight flirting, Slow build up (eventual smut).

wrds - 1.9k

01 , 03

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How the hell did I get here? you wonder to yourself.

You’re currently seated on Bakugou’s Ducati, arms wrapped tightly around his waist. Your chest is pressed against his back, feeling the hard muscles shift with every movement. The rumble of the engine vibrates through your body, adding to the adrenaline rush.

He hadn’t planned on taking anyone on his bike tonight, so he gave you his helmet. Despite not drinking, he felt a strange, fluttery sensation in his stomach. The way you were clutching onto him, the way your body pressed against his—it was driving him wild. His initial plan was driven by a raw surge of attraction, a visceral response to your beauty and proximity. His heart pounded, and he couldn’t shake the thought of your body so close to his.

As he revved the engine, you tightened your grip, your fingers digging into his sides. The night air was cool against your skin, contrasting with the heat radiating from his body. Every turn, every acceleration brought you closer, your thighs gripping the bike, the wind whipping past you both.

This ride was supposed to be practical, a simple trip to show you the apartment, but with every mile, the tension between you grew. When he finally pulled up to his apartment, he cut the engine and sat there for a moment, feeling your heartbeat against his back. Reluctantly, you released him and removed the helmet, your hair falling in disarray. He turned to you, his eyes dark with a mix of intensity and something else—a hunger he tried to suppress.

“Ready, princess?” he asked, his voice rough.

You nodded, your own pulse quickening as you followed him inside, knee trying not to buckle at his new nickname for you. The quiet of the building was a stark contrast to the noise of the bar and the ride. The elevator ride to his floor was silent, the tension between you palpable.

When you reached his apartment, he unlocked the door and gestured for you to enter first. The place was impressive—spacious, with an open layout and large windows that offered a stunning view of the city. The decor was minimalistic but stylish, a mix of dark colors and sleek furniture. It was much tidier than you had expected, and you felt a sense of relief.

“It’s really nice,” you said, genuinely impressed. “Definitely better than I expected.”

“Yeah, s’alright,” he replied bluntly. “Spare room’s down the hall. Want to see it?”

You nodded, following him as he led you to the room. It was a decent size, with a large window and a good amount of closet space. You could easily see yourself living there.

“This’ll work,” you said, turning to him. “It’s perfect, actually.”

“Good,” he said, stepping closer. “We can sort shit out later. S’yours if you want it.”

"Thank you, Bakugou," you added sincerely, meeting his gaze. "I mean it. You're really helping me out of a tough spot here."

A flicker of something softer passed through his eyes before he masked it with his usual gruff demeanor.

"Yeah, well, don't mention it," he mumbled, almost uncomfortably. He turned abruptly, leading you back to the living room, but the atmosphere had shifted slightly, now tinged with a new, albeit subtle, camaraderie.

As both of you took a seat on the couch, sinking into the soft cushions, he found himself increasingly drawn to your voice, your stories. Initially driven by a simple physical attraction, Bakugou was now grappling with an unexpected shift in his feelings. The more you spoke, the more he found himself genuinely interested in what you had to say—something he hadn't anticipated at all.

“So, why’d you take this job?” Bakugou asked, his tone still blunt but with a hint of curiosity.

You leaned back, thinking for a moment. “I’ve always wanted to be a writer. It’s been a dream of mine since I was a kid. When this opportunity came up, I couldn’t say no, even if it meant moving and dealing with all the stress.”

He nodded, considering your words. “Better be worth all the trouble it’s giving ya.”

“Yeah,” you agreed. “What about you? Why’d you move here?”

He shrugged, leaning back against the couch. “Needed a change. This place is close to my shop, and the city has its perks. Plus, wanted a fresh start.”

You could sense there was more to his story, but you didn’t push. “It’s a good place for a fresh start.”

“Yeah,” he said, his eyes meeting yours with a fervor that made your heart skip a beat. Each minute spent in conversation with you subtly shifted his initial intentions, replacing lust with a genuine connection that surprised him as much as it intrigued him.

As the conversation continued, you noticed how easy it was to talk to him. The initial tension slowly gave way to a more comfortable, natural flow. You laughed at his blunt remarks and shared your own stories, feeling a connection grow between you. Bakugou seemed to struggle with his words a few times, his rough exterior cracking just slightly as if he wanted to keep the conversation going but wasn’t sure how. You caught him glancing at you, opening his mouth to speak, then closing it again.

Before you could respond, your phone buzzed with a message from Mina, asking where you both ran off to and reminding you of the time. You sighed, realizing you had to leave.

“I should probably get going,” you said, standing up reluctantly.

“I’ll take you,” Bakugou replied, his tone firm but almost disappointed. He walked you to the door, the tension between you still thick and heavy.

As you turned to thank him, he stepped closer, his gaze intense. “Let me have your number,” he paused, then added in a low voice, “Make things easier.”

You quickly swapped phones, entering your contact details. His fingers brushed against yours as you handed the phones back, the brief touch sending a shiver down your spine.

He followed you back down to his bike, the ride home quieter and more reflective. The city lights flickered by, and you held onto him just as tightly, but this time with a sense of anticipation and excitement about what was to come.

When he pulled up to your place, you climbed off the bike, feeling the cool night air once again. You slowly handed him the helmet, not wanting the night to end.

Bakugou looked like he wanted to say something more, but he simply took the helmet. “Thanks for the ride,” you said softly.

“S’no problem,” he replied, his eyes lingering on you for a moment before he rode off into the night.

As you headed inside, you couldn’t help but smile, knowing that this was just the start of something new and exciting.

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In the days that followed, contact between you and Bakugou went from occasional to constant as you discussed logistics and plans for your move. Your conversations, initially about practical matters like furniture arrangements and lease agreements, gradually ventured into more personal territory. Your friends were delighted to hear that you and Bakugou were able to help each other out. 

You packed up your things, taking care to wrap each memory in bubble wrap, and finally shared the great news with your parents. They were overjoyed to learn of your upcoming move and the new chapter it heralded. With their blessing and a few heartwarming encouragements, you felt ready to take this significant step.

The day of the move came faster than you had anticipated. Bakugou showed up early in the morning, his shop’s truck loaded with empty boxes and packing supplies. As you loaded each box, the physical proximity and shared tasks created a pace that made the hours fly by. However, there were moments, fleeting yet charged, when your hands brushed while passing a box or your eyes met and lingered a fraction too long over a shared joke. Each accidental touch sent a jolt of awareness through you, the air thick with something unspoken.

Bakugou, surprisingly adept at handling your belongings with care, made the process smoother than you had imagined. He directed the placement of your bed and desk, occasionally brushing past you, his presence unsettlingly warm. Each time he came close, the scent of his cologne, a mix of leather and something indefinably masculine, seemed to draw you in, making it hard to focus on the task at hand.

Moving into the new apartment was a whirlwind of activity. Bakugou was surprisingly helpful, lifting the heaviest boxes as if they were filled with feathers and deftly assembling furniture with the skill of a seasoned craftsman. He moved with a confident grace that was all too captivating. His forearms flexed as he tightened screws, and every so often, he'd look up to catch you watching, a half-smirk forming on his lips as if he knew exactly the effect he had on you.

The day passed in a flash, with both of you setting up the essential spaces. By evening, the apartment looked more like home. As you both stood in the middle of your living room, a sense of accomplishment washed over you. Bakugou wiped a bead of sweat from his brow and instinctively darted his tongue out to moisten his dry lips. Watching him, you couldn’t help but be captivated by his beauty, desire stirring within you. 

“Couldn’t have done it without you,” you replied, breaking the silence, genuinely grateful for his help. “Thanks, Bakugou.”

He shrugged, a casual gesture that belied the effort he had put in. “Just don’t make me regret it, yeah?”

You laughed, and he cracked a small grin, the atmosphere light and easy. However, the air between you was charged, each laugh and glance weaving a deeper web of intimacy. As you both sat down on the couch, taking in the view of the city through your large windows, the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the room. The transition from being just acquaintances to roommates had begun seamlessly, with each day bringing a deeper understanding of one another. As night fell and the city lights flickered to life, you knew with certainty that moving in with Bakugou was not just a practical decision, but one that might just redefine the path of your friendship, hinting at desires that were becoming harder to ignore.

Exhausted yet satisfied with the day's efforts, you decided to freshen up. Standing in front of the mirror, brushing your hair while clad only in your underwear, you were lost in thought when Bakugou, thinking to offer some towels, inadvertently opened the door, which you forgot to lock. Steam billowed out, enveloping him as his eyes locked onto yours. The initial shock quickly gave way to a smoldering look of desire. His pants tightened at the sight of you, his throat went dry, and although he struggled, he managed to maintain a steady voice.

“Nice panties, princess,” he remarked, his voice low and firm, his intense gaze not wavering. He leaned casually against the doorframe, unabashedly taking in the view.

"Seriously, Bakugou?" you responded, your tone a mix of amusement and mild rebuke. You tugged the door towards you to shield yourself more fully, yet his gaze remained locked with yours.

"Didn't mean to startle you," he continued, his voice now laced with a playful apology and a hint of mischief. "But I'm not complaining. It's not every day I get greeted like this." He flashed a roguish grin, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

Finally, he stepped back, giving you space to close the door completely. His chuckle lingered in the air, a rich sound that echoed down the hall as he retreated. As you closed the door with a soft click, the brief encounter sparked a shared excitement, both of you eager to discover what the future held for your new living arrangement.

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