#renovated bar and home theater

[dustinyellin]

Home Bar Single Wall Mid-sized transitional single-wall image of a seated home bar with a glass-front cabinet, laminate countertops, and an undermount sink.

[yugioh-network]

Home Bar L-Shape

Wet bar - mid-sized contemporary l-shaped medium tone wood floor wet bar idea with an undermount sink

[jimbosplaidshirt]

Transitional Basement Large transitional walk-out medium tone wood floor and brown floor basement photo with white walls

[aerithdaily]

L-Shape New York

Mid-sized modern l-shaped wet bar idea with a medium tone wood floor and an undermount sink

[daisy-source]

Basement - Underground

[kennadeek]

Basement - Modern Basement

[championbuttmaster]

Underground in Cincinnati

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Found this lovely, castle-like Tudor style mansion built in 2002, in Naperville, IL. I was NOT prepared for the interior. What were they thinking, designing a fairy tale brick Tudor with an interior like this? 6bds. 9ba, 10,495 sq ft, $3.888m.

I'm thinking that they renovated it, b/c there's stone under the white paint. Why would you do this to a Tudor?

The beamed coffered ceiling must've been painted over in white and gray. The kitchen is right off this main sitting room, that's completely made of castle-style stone walls and niches.

I wish they had before photos, b/c this wainscoting and fireplace must be wood underneath.

Lots of stone in the kitchen. It looks like the brick oven is now a decorative feature.

Notice all the different colored neon in the ceiling.

Room for a table and chairs in the corner.

When it comes to sitting rooms, this house has lots of options.

Here's another one. I can't get over all the stone they covered in white paint.

The primary bedroom is so gray and cold.

The ensuite is so sterile looking.

The upper floors.

Large empty room.

There's a bed and dresser in the huge space. Maybe it's a guest room.

Going down the stairs, you can see the Tudor style windows.

This is gigantic.

Behind the bar there's a full kitchen.

They've got a walk-in safe here.

This is the coldest home theater I've ever seen.

Shower room down here.

The lot is 1.43 acres with a fenced-in yard.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/1239-Oxford-Ln-Naperville-IL-60540/55495761_zpid/?

[hippielittlemetalhead]

The King Is Dead (Long Live The King): My Kingdom For A Kiss

Long Live The King Prelude (In The Beginning)

For those of y'all who have been liking and reblogging my OLD Punk!Steve AU stuff: Thank you so much?! I am so glad people still like it but I will admit that version, that timeline is abandoned, we're restarting, rebranding that AU, rewriting and revamping. I hope you like this new (I consider improved) version even better and I can't wait to continue creating this world with all of you!

Sometimes Steve actually appreciated the fact that his parents were never home. Times like when he shrugs off invitations to house parties, garage hang-outs or lakeside bonfires to celebrate the end of the first week of the new school year as he walks down the front steps of the school and instead hops into the brand new Beemer his folks had delivered to the house the day before school started and heads out to the edge of Hawkins.

He's got a duffel bag in his trunk with a map of Indianapolis with the route he needs to go drawn over in highliter and a wad of cash from his savings he's accumulated from the last few years of the larger allowance his parents had been giving him to take care of himself and the house. There's an address book in the inner pocket of his denim jacket (after the first few days of school his leather one was just too hot to wear regularly. He doesn't know how Munson does it.) with the names and contact information Val and Bo had given him on a couple sheets of notebook paper back in New York carefully copied down in his neatest handwriting. He had called most of the numbers he'd been given. There were a few he'd avoided because he either wasn't ready for what the name attached to it represented or the guys had left little notes next to them telling him in no uncertain terms to only call those numbers if he was in some shit and needed help.

One he hadn't called because he wanted to talk to them in person.

Benny's is a staple of Hawkins, older than the movie theater and music store and even the library. It used to be called Hawkins' Diner, owned by and named for the founding family of Hawkins itself, before Benny Hammond got his hands on it. He'd inherited it from his father, along with a few other businesses that he'd immediately sold and used the money to completely renovate the diner. Steve used to spend his weekends camping out at the diner's bar counter or getting underfoot 'helping' in the kitchen with his younger cousin Beary. That ended when his mom and aunt (Benny's sisters) had their latest falling out before Steve's freshman year. Lenora Harrington and Matilda Emerson had always been complete opposites of each other and their younger brother was more than done with their childhood feud.

So weekends with Uncle Benny and Cousin Beary ended but Steve still tried to have at least one meal at the diner each week. Usually more when his parents were out of town. The last time Steve had seen his Uncle Benny was a week before his trip with his parents. Uncle Benny had sent his old highschool buddy (James 'Call me Hop' Hopper) who is apparently the new chief of Hawkins' police force to check on him after not seeing him in almost a month. Steve had made his way down to his uncle's diner just to yell at the man. He said things he'd regretted as soon as he got home but then his parents were swanning through the front door, listing all of the -acceptable- social events he was required to attend with them before leaving Hawkins. Then they were in New York for months. He hadn't even called his uncle when they landed in the city or when he made it back home.

Benny's is quiet for a Friday afternoon, empty except for a couple of truckers at the bar counter. They both look up when he walks in the door, looking him up and down before seemingly deciding he wasn't anything of interest before turning back down to their food.

"Is that my sunshine boy?" Steve can't help the smile that overcomes his face as a plump gray-haired woman comes out from the back kitchen, spotting him.

"Hey there Miss Medda."

"Oh honey!" She wraps him up in a crushing hug before he can even take a full step towards her. "Where ya been kid? I missed seeing you skulking around the dining room."

"Dreamin' of your homemade cherry pie. But yeah, I was out of state with my folks. Just got back into town for school."

"Uh-huh. Is out of state the reason behind this new hair?" She smiles as he ducks dramatically to avoid the hand she'd raised to tousle said hair. "And what is that jacket? Are you trying to melt out there?"

"Miss Medda I-"

"Medda, where did you go? The coffee has been just sitting there for ten minutes!"

Medda rolls her eyes and smiles at Steve conspiratorially before turning round to face the kitchen with her hands on her hips. "Benjamin Hammond it's not been a minute since that pot finished and you can wait a darn minute before you get your millionth cup o' jitter juice. Heavens know it'd probably do your heart a favor to miss a cup."

The man who comes out from the kitchen, spatula in hand and stained apron folded in half leaving his shirt uncovered, is tall and broad and Steve has to bite back a joke about his hairline being even farther back than the last time he saw him. He stops, staring at Steve still standing by the front door of the diner.

Steve raises one hand, wiggling his fingers in a tentative wave, "Uh, hey there Uncle Benny." He winces when his uncle just raises one bushy eyebrow.

"Steve. What brings you round here?"

"Uh, I was hoping- Hoping we could talk?"

"Figured you did all the talking you wanted last time we saw each other."

Steve winces as Medda hisses out a scolding "Ben Hammond!" At his uncle.

"Yeah, no I- I'm sorry about that." He takes a deep breath, "I was hoping I could talk to you about something? Alone?"

His uncle sighs, one hand coming up to tug at his beard. "Alright kid. Medda, go ahead and close up for a bit after these gents finish up. Take an extra break or something. I'll fetch ya when the kid and I are done talking."

"Sounds good hun. You boys play nice now."

Both uncle and nephew call out, "Yes Miss Medda." As Steve makes his way back into the kitchen after his uncle. They both make their way back through the kitchen to Benny's small office. It used to be the dry pantry before Benny's dad switched the dry pantry with what used to be the larger office space. Steve remembers setting up camp under the desk that took up almost half the space with his little cousin while he tried to practice reading Dr. Seuss and his cousin used their Uncle's menu drafts as coloring paper.

"So," Benny says, leaning against the old oak desk with a tired groan that Steve makes a concerted effort to not make a joke about. "What did you want to talk about?"

"Uncle Benny, I-" And Steve feels his throat closing up and his hands getting clammy. He has his little black address book burning a hole in his pocket that tells him Benny is one of the good ones. One of the best ones. He's safe and supportive and the type of guy other people wish they were related to and had in their corner. So why can't he say it?

His breathes are coming quick and shallow as his uncle steps into his space. One large hand rests on his shoulder and the other reaches back to grip the back of his neck. "Woah there Stevie, deep breaths kiddo. Whatever it is, it's alright. I'm right here and I ain't going anywhere." The hand on the back of his neck squeezes softly and Steve feels his body relaxing into the touch.

"I- I um. You know how my folks and I went to New York?"

"Yeah, I remember."

"Well, you were right. They didn't really want me there they just wanted to show off to their business friends their shiny show dog and all it's little tricks."

Benny curses under his breath and Steve is pulled into a tight hug. "I am so sorry kid. I wish you hadn't had to deal with that."

Steve sniffs, getting a whif of fry oil and fresh bread and pancakes with the everpresent smell of coffee. "Yeah but I'm glad I went. Made some new friends."

"Friends huh?" And his uncle has pulled back, one hand going up to tug at the bit of hair curled over his forehead before resting back on his shoulder. "That the story behind the new look?"

"A bit. They actually helped me figure some stuff out. Offered to put me in touch with some other friends of theirs in the area."

"This isn't where you tell me you got yourself caught up in some legal trouble is it? Or that you need help getting a young lady to a... certain sort of clinic?"

"Oh God, Uncle Benny no!" Steve can't help but laugh. "They just were good people. Told me were to find others who are... safe."

That makes his uncle stop the pacing he'd started in the small cramped broom closet of an office. "Safe? Safe from what?"

Steve takes a deep breath, "Have Bo and Val called you about Baby, yet?"

Benny completely freezes and Steve can't make himself move either. They both just stand staring at each other a beat longer than Steve is really comfortable with before Benny throws his head back, letting out a belly-roar of a laugh. "Oh, shit kid. They said you'd be an interesting one but my own nephew? Oh those little shits!"

"What, they knew?!"

"Oh knowing them probably figured it out soon as you said your name and that you were from Hawkins." He reaches up to wipe away tears from laughing so hard. "Baby? Really? That was the best you could come up with?"

"Well it was that or Nicks. Like Stevie Nicks."

"Baby Nicks!" And his uncle is off laughing again. Steve pouts at him.

"It's not that funny."

"It's pretty funny kid."

"Well- well you're bald."

"You're a little shit."

"It's a Hammond trait."

"Damn right it is. Now come help me make some more pancakes while you tell me about your time with those two numbnuts."

And they talk. About the places Bo and Val and the others had shown him and the music he'd taken to listening to. He tells Benny about hiding his new wardrobe from his mom even if he knows there's not much she could find fault in about it and about the struggle of finding hair products that let him do his hair the way he wants without falling from the summer humidity. They talk about Val kissing and disappearing from parties with boys and Bo doing the same with boys and with girls. Benny tells him the word is Bisexual. It's not a commonly used word and there are even members of the queer community that might try to tell him it wasn't a real thing but it was just as valid as any other experience of love and attraction if it's what felt right and didn't hurt anyone else.

There's a lot he wants to ask his uncle. So many questions about how he got involved in the world Steve had found himself in and how many others he knew of out there besides the ones in his little black book. There's so many questions Benny laughs and tells him to put an apron on and be useful if he's going to stick around hounding him through the dinner rush. So he does. He hangs his denim jacket up next to Medda's butter yellow cardigan and his uncle's own canvas jacket and grabs one of the extra aprons. Falling in step with Medda and his uncle and the couple of extra hands that clock in while he's doing his best to make himself useful while pestering his uncle is easy. Easier than he thought it would be when his uncle first offered him a summer job at the diner and he'd declined to go across the country with his parents.

Most of the tables he takes orders from are kids his own age who giggle and snicker behind their menus but seem to lose interest when he's obviously unphased. He hears more gossip than he expected there to be after just one week at school but still has his ears perking up as he takes mental notes. It's a few hours into his impromptu shift that he sees the Wheelers and Hollands make their way into the diner. Karen Wheeler is bouncing a baby Holly on her hip while trying to make small talk with Marsha Holland while Aaron and Ted seemed to be dutifully ignoring each other. Baby Holly is on the verge of tears and Nancy's little brother (he thinks she said his name was Mike?) is looking about the crowded diner with a scowl on his little face.

"Hey there, folks!" Steve pastes on his brightest smile as he approaches the waiting party. "Got a whole party goin' on by the looks of it. We all lookin' to sit together or we needing separate tables?"

Karen and Marsha both turn to him with similarly relieved looks on their faces but before they can answer Nancy is stepping forward, her arms wrapped tightly about her middle and looking up at him through her eyelashes in a way that might have been cute if she didn't seem on the edge of being upset. "Steve, what are you doing here?"

He feels his smile drop a little at the bite in her voice but he keeps his voice light as he reaches beneath the hostess stand to grab some crayons and paper. "Just helping my Uncle Benny out some. He and Miss Medda were a bit shorthanded so I aproned up and joined the fray."

"Oh that's sweet of you Steve, helping your uncle out like that." Coos Karen Wheeler as Marsha nods in agreement.

"I forget you're Benny's nephew sometimes," cuts in Marsha. "Family is just so important and it's so good to see y'all keeping the diner in the family like this."

Steve laughs and gives the older women what Tommy calls his 'aw shucks' grin and shrug as Nancy seems to uncoil a bit and Barbara just rolls her eyes. "Well I don't know about all that Mrs. Holland. Uncle Benny isn't going anywhere anytime soon and between you and me, I'm still holding out for another younger cousin. Cousin Beary is too cool to come round these days, I need another baby cousin to think I'm the coolest thing around and help me steal extra cookies from the kitchen." That has even the dads chuckling at him so he takes a moment to check the available seating on the chart and marking where he plans to seat the two families. "Now if you folks will come right this way, we'll get you seated and taken care of right quick."

It's almost too easy, getting both families seated and started on drinks as one of the other waitresses passes by carrying a high chair and asking him to help clear her table. The routine is one he learned by shadowing Medda as a kid when he was convinced he was going to take over Benny's when he grew up and spend his days making pancakes and drinking coffee. That was before his mom and Aunt Matilda had their falling out, before his parents had another miscarriage on the tail-end of another of his dad's affairs and Steve became the only proper hope of continuing the Harrington name.

Steve shakes his head to clear the bitter line of thought that was starting and makes sure he's smiling when he gets to their table. "So what were we thinking tonight? We celebratin' anything or just having a night out?"

Aaron Holland perks up at that. "Oh I don't know if the girls told you they were on the wait-list for Mr. Hauser's class?"

Steve frowns, "Isn't that a Juniors class?"

Marsha Holland nods her head emphatically, "Yes, exactly! But the girl's grades were so good last year they're being allowed to take it this year instead. And not just that. But the advanced course."

He feels himself grin big and bright. He knows he doesn't have the right to but he feels almost proud of Nancy and Holland for this. "No kidding!" He turns to look at a bashful Nancy and a scowling but slightly blushing Barbara, "That's amazing, guys. Hey, when ya'll are ready desert's on me."

Barbara's scowl deepens, "Won't your uncle mind you giving away free food?"

"Nah he wouldn't mind but Miss Medda would string me up by my ears for giving out free food. Don't worry about it, I'll just pay for it from my wages for helping out. Uncle Benny never let me or Beary work for free even if it was a last minute thing. So I'll just take whatever y'all want out of what I'd get paid and everything breaks fairly even."

"Oh no Steve," Nancy turns to him with big earnest blue eyes, "We couldn't ask you to do that with your own money and-"

"Well good thing you're not asking. I'm offering." He grins small and sharp and leans in like he's telling a secret, "Let's call it an apology for the first day of school." Nancy flushes a pretty pink that sits high on her cheeks and brushes across her nose. Her mom and Marsha are eyeing the two of them with amused but worried looks on their faces as Barbara's face is full of just plain suspicion.

"What happened the first day of school?" Little Mike Wheeler bites out, glaring at Steve over his kid's menu and pack of crayons.

Steve had never really dealt with little kids outside of when he himself was one. He tries smiling soft and dopey and unarming, "Bit of a head-on collision in the front hall, Little Wheeler. Your sister was carrying a stack of books bigger than she is and I was trying to figure out just what Munson was yammering about this time and we plumb ran right smack into each other."

The kid still doesn't seem to trust him quite yet but he nods like he accepts Steve's story and goes back to scribbling on his kid's menu. Steve notices that he's not actually playing any of the little games on it but instead writing in the blank spaces.

"Well that's very sweet of you, Steve." Karen Wheeler cuts in, "We'll let you know if we decide to have dessert. So long as you're sure and you won't get into any trouble."

Steve shrugs her off with another small smile and makes his way to the kitchen window with their drinks and starters order. The rest of the evening is a rush as even more people flood in and he's finding himself doing a bit of everything. The Holland-Wheeler party stays long after their food is done and even after they finish the dessert Steve paid for just as promised. They stay until Medda and his uncle are getting ready to switch out with the overnight staff for the diner's weekend overnight hours and shoo him out with the other teens scheduled around curfews. His uncle gives him a pat on the shoulder and a schedule of shifts for the next couple of weeks he's expected to show up for and Steve can't help the grin on his face at the silent message. Medda shoves some leftovers from the lunch rush specials in his arms with a kiss on his cheek as she makes her way out the doors to her own car.

Nancy and Barbara meet him outside while their parents and Nancy's siblings slowly make their way to their respective vehicles. "Thank you again for the dessert, Steve." Nancy almost whispers up at him through her lashes, dainty hands picking at the edge of her cardigan. "You really didn't have to do that."

"Well I know that, but like I said, I wanted to." Nancy blushes with a small giggle and he ignores Barbara's eye-roll. "You guys did something really impressive and that deserves to be celebrated."

"You're not what I expected, Steve Harrington."

"You-" Steve feels his palm going sweaty in his pockets. Images of frizzed curly hair and eerily wide grins flash behind his eyes. But this is Nancy. Not-so-soft, not-so-sweet Nancy that he doesn't think he will ever be able to know nearly enough about. "You're everything Nancy Wheeler."

"Oh pu-lease!" Barbara groans, turning on her heel and walking towards their families as she grumbled about doe-eyed dunderheads.

"Everything huh? High praise coming from 'King Steve' himself."

"Always hated that nickname."

"Ah yes, heavy is head that wears the crown."

"You get it." Another giggle. "Tell me if I'm reading too much into this-" She raises an eyebrow at him as he takes one hand out of his pocket and reaches up to push a strand of hair behind her ear. "But this reluctant king would trade all his kingdom for just one kiss from the fairest maiden in the land."

Her eyes are big and bright and her lips are parted in shock. "What?"

He starts to take a step back. "I'm sorry, I just thought-" and is cut off by a deceptively strong hand grabbing the collar of his jacket and pulling him down for a quick kiss that makes his brain short circuit.

"You're an idiot Steve Harrington."

"Absolutely, whatever you say."

"See you Monday?"

"Or tomorrow? My shift ends at noon."

She smiles up at him like she didn't just rewire his entire brain, "See you tomorrow at noon."

Steve nods silently as she pulls away. He can't stop staring after her as she jogs over to her smiling parents and scowling brother. Tomorrow can't come soon enough.

Taglist:

@heartsong18 @knightofthieves @13catastrophic-blues @nightmareglitter @steddie-as-they-go @sani-86 @lawrencebshoggoth

[whispering-about-the-tmnt]

Well, I have just been smacked in the face by the reality of time marching on...

I mentioned that I originally wrote my Donatello road trip story, Displaced close to thirty years ago, and only just recently re-edited it for AO3, right? Well, I got curious about my dad's old workplace, which was mentioned and shown in the story...

I could just make out a building nearby, and my eyes followed the brick structure's lines upward to where it gave way to a smokestack so tall that it vanished into the night sky. I got dizzy looking up, so I lowered my eyes back to the building itself, and it slowly registered in my mind that I was probably at an industrial park, and that what I was looking at was most likely the power house.

I went on to describe the inside of the place, as well as the character of Jim, who was based on my dad.

But anyway, I just found out that they have turned the old industrial park into luxury apartments.

Seriously...

Nestled between the Chicopee River and Dwight Canal, the Apartments at Ames Privilege combine the historic charm of a mill building with modern convenience for your contemporary lifestyle. Built in 1847 and listed on the National Register of Historic Places, the Ames Manufacturing Company building once produced Civil War swords and cannons. Today, after undergoing restorations and renovations, the building has been transformed into a city-center living community of 149 apartment homes that feature oversized windows, vaulted ceilings, exposed brick walls and massive wood beams. This vibrant community is centrally located just steps from Downtown Chicopee shopping & restaurants, and is minutes from Route 391, conveniently connecting you to surrounding towns and interstate highways. Experience contemporary mill living at the Apartments at Ames Privilege.

The smokestack has been repaired as a "feature", but the powerhouse is gone...

I mean, here it is back in the day...

And here it is now...

And I understand the need to update things and keep old buildings from crumbling to dust or causing harm to people if they go into a damaged structure, but seeing a part of my childhood changed in such a way just makes me sad.

This is worse than when they turned the old Rivoli Theater into a bar and my favorite (and first) comic book store into a smoke shop...

[lisagiaandrews]

Shanghai Bucket List: 20 Epic Things to Do in Shanghai, China

Take a night walk along the west bank of the Huangpu River or take a night cruise to admire the stunning city lights of The Bund.

Climb up iconic skyscrapers such as the Shanghai Tower or the Oriental Pearl TV Tower for a panoramic view of the city.

Visit the Shanghai Museum in Huangpu to learn about ancient Chinese art and history. The museum has a large collection of exquisite bronzes, ceramics, paintings and other cultural relics.

Explore the French Concession area to experience local life and uncover hidden historical treasures.

Explore the world of science at the Shanghai Science and Technology Museum, which is especially suitable for learning and entertainment with children.

Visit City God Temple, in addition to Yu Garden, the surrounding City God Temple is also a popular place for tourists, where there are many traditional arts and crafts shops and food stalls.

Experience the nightlife of Xintiandi and enjoy a night out in Shanghai at the bars and clubs in the area.

Experience the alley culture of old Shanghai in Tianzifang. This is an old alley converted into an art and shopping area, full of literary atmosphere.

Visit Disneyland for a family-friendly trip and a day of theme park fun.

Go to the shopping paradise - Nanjing Road, where you can choose from a variety of products.

Taste the authentic Shanghai food, such as Xiaolongbao, Sheng Jian bao, crab bean curd, etc., to feel the food culture of Shanghai.

Walk along the Suzhou River, where the renovation shows the renewal and development of Shanghai. There are art installations and leisure Spaces along the river.

Watch a Peking Opera or Yue Opera performance and feel the charm of Chinese opera in a traditional theater.

Ride the maglev train, the world's fastest commercially operated train, from Pudong Airport to the city in just a few minutes.

Visit the Shanghai Grand Theatre in People's Square, a modern building that is one of Shanghai's iconic cultural facilities and regularly hosts world-class shows and concerts.

Visit Xujiahui, one of Shanghai's commercial centers, which is home not only to modern shopping malls, but also to historic Catholic churches and museums.

Visit the Expo site. Although the Expo has ended, many national pavilions have been converted into museums and exhibition halls and are still worth seeing.

Visit the Shanghai Ocean Aquarium: Located in Lujiazui, it displays Marine life from all over the world and is especially suitable for families.

Take a day trip to Zhujiajiao, a water town near Shanghai, to admire its canals, ancient Bridges and classical architecture.

Ride or walk around Chongming Island to enjoy the natural scenery and get away from the hustle and bustle of the city.

[designhausinteriors]

Making Your Home Truly Yours With Luxury Interior Design Ivyland PA And Customized Basements

What’s the first thing that comes to mind when you think “Luxury interior design Ivyland PA”? It’s all about creating spaces that feel uniquely yours, with stunning furnishings, elegant lighting, and exquisite attention to detail. Who says luxury has to be stuffy or cookie-cutter?

The best interior designers can help craft rooms that align with your personal style and how you want to live in your Ivyland home. And they know high-end doesn’t have to mean high maintenance. Read on for tips on elevating your home’s design with customized luxury.

When it comes to basement renovations, the goal is likely maximizing unused square footage into functional spaces for your family to enjoy. We’ll cover how to approach basement projects and work with contractors to make your basement vision a reality.

Luxury Interior Design

Work with designers who want to get to know you and your lifestyle first. Tell them about how you entertain, your favorite colors and textures, and what feeling you want to evoke in each room. Bring inspiration photos, travel mementos, even fabric swatches to inform the design.

Trust designers who suggest durable, high-quality furnishings and materials that stand the test of time. Luxury is in the details – unique hardware, custom upholstery, handcrafted lighting. But pieces should also be comfortable, functional and easy to maintain.

If you love mixing old and new, designers can incorporate your existing antiques or vintage finds into the design. Refinishing family heirlooms or flea market treasures gives them new life. Sourcing local art is another way to personalize the look.

Small luxuries like plush window treatments, heated bathroom floors, and automated smart home features make everyday life feel indulgent. Designers stay on top of tech trends and can integrate it seamlessly.

Little personal touches go a long way - display favorite books and travel photos, frame meaningful children's art, arrange fresh flower deliveries. A Luxury interior design Ivyland PA should capture your personality.

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Finished basements instantly add valuable living space to your home. Determine how you want to use the space. A luxe home theater? Playroom for kids? Guest suite? Share your vision with contractors.

Look for experienced contractors

From handling moisture and drainage issues to meeting building codes and safety requirements. Verify they have all proper licenses and insurance.

Quality custom basement renovations Ivyland PA contractors will describe options for layouts, materials, and features while staying within your budget. Request a detailed proposal before work begins.

During renovation, the contractor should keep you updated on the timeline and decisions needed. Be involved in choosing finishing touches like flooring, lighting and paint colors.

Luxury basement additions may include wet bars, wine cellars, saunas, heated floors, and other high-end amenities. But focus first on optimal use of space and needs.

For a harmonious look, work with your interior designer to decorate the finished basement using a cohesive style. But the space can definitely have its own modern, eclectic or cozy vibe.

Conclusion

With the right designer and contractor partnerships, you can infuse luxury into existing rooms or customize new basement spaces to enhance your Ivyland home. Focus on what makes you comfortable and happy. And don't be afraid to make it personal with furnishings, colors and details you love coming home to.

[loverontheleft]

Strip Poker (revised)

Original request: ooo I have a suggestion. So what if b is hosting like a poker night or some sort of game night with his guy friends and the reader is bored watching so she pulls up a chair beside him and then starts messing with him under the table and gives him a hand job? Haha sorry if that’s stupid - O DAMN BUT WHAT IF poker turns into (totally consensual, all parties very much cool with it) strip poker which just makes b hot because he knows he’s the only one who actually gets to touch you, his friends might get to look at you, might even fantasize about you, but it’s his bed you’re in, and goddamn if he doesn’t wanna flaunt that fact occasionally

Brendon x reader.

Warnings: language, dirty talk, arguably public sex, voyeurism, sex.

Word count: 3.8k➡️8.6k

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You’ve had a very long day shopping with your sister and her children at the mall, and while you love them, they’ve exhausted you. All you want now is to curl up in Brendon’s arms. He’s wonderful at taking your stress away just with his presence, plus you love his hands on your body. The way he strokes your hair, caresses your waist and holds you close, or just spoons you on your couch makes any tension melt away.

You can picture your evening now: the two of you intertwined on the couch, Sinatra playing in the background, a bottle of wine and whatever he’s made for dinner on the coffee table, and the way his kisses turn more urgent and his whispers more suggestive before he takes you to bed. You can practically feel his soft tongue working between your thighs and his hands all over you; Brendon gets you so hot and desperate for him, but he always delivers.

“Brendon, love, you home?” You enter your home from the garage, drop your purse on the kitchen island, and listen, head cocked to the side. Your gaze shifts; through the kitchen window, you can see that his car is in the circular driveway behind the house, along with several cars belonging to his friends. You can hear a low rumble of chatter from downstairs now, and you remember: Brendon’s hosting a game night in the lounge of your newly remodeled basement.

It’s a huge space; what used to be one massive unfinished area has been renovated into multiple rooms. The stairwell opens into the lounge and game room, which in turn connects to the hallway with its multiple doors: there’s the theater with a fully stocked wet bar and walk-in wine fridge, three guest suites, a soundproofed recording studio and office space, and, behind a double-locked door in the studio, is the only room that isn’t quite done yet—what Brendon playfully calls your sex dungeon.

It’s a dark, luxurious space, and while you both agree you didn’t really need a separate area designated for sex—because you regularly fuck all over the house—it’s still nice to have an ultra-private retreat that’s dedicated to each other’s pleasure. With the walk-in closet’s shelves for toys and accessories installed yesterday, you can finally start unpacking the dozens of packages strewn across the floor and actually organize the space. Brendon insisted on stocking the room with duplicates of all your favorite things, mostly because he didn’t want either of you to be searching for something, only to realize it was two floors away in your bedroom. Nothing, he’d said, would kill the mood more than pausing to walk up, and then back down, two flights of stairs.

The only thing that’s left to add is the furniture; the rope rigging is arriving in the next few days, and the bondage-friendly headboard and frame should be here within a week. Meanwhile, the California king mattress and box spring are on the floor, waiting more patiently than you. You’ve told him that he needs to be stretched and hydrated whenever the bed is officially assembled, because you will be dragging him to it and keeping him there for many orgasms. You’ve been fantasizing about being cuffed to the headboard while Brendon works you over with a paddle, and you know he’s game to act out any scenario you suggest once the bed is ready.

“B,” you call as you head down the stairs, beaming when you find your husband, Spencer, Zack, Jake, and Dallon gathered around the card table in the lounge. Brendon has a deck of cards in hand, and there’s several empty beer bottles on the table.

Brendon’s eyes light up when he sees you. “Hi, sweetness! You’re home!” He beckons you over, but quickly abandons the cards to meet you halfway as you cross the room. He scoops you up as you fling your arms around his neck; his hands curve under your thighs, and he kisses you longingly. You cling to him, wrapping your legs around his waist and squealing a little when he moves to settle back in his chair with you in his lap.

“I’ve got you, my love. Don’t worry. So happy my sweet girl’s home,” he murmurs against your lips. You love when he holds you and uses his petnames for you around others; it’s just one of the ways he makes you feel special and brings a little intimacy to everything he does.

Once he’s seated comfortably with you straddling him, he kisses you deeply, his hands framing your face and tongue teasing yours, and you both ignore the reactions of his friends. They’re used to how affectionate you two are, and you’re used to their over-the-top responses. They always tease that you two are shameless, while Brendon always retorts that you’ve got no reason to be ashamed.

When he pulls away now, he strokes a thumb over your cheek tenderly while his eyes meet yours. “Damn, you are so beautiful, sweetheart. You had a good day? It’s late—did you all get lunch out? I’ll make dinner later if you’re not too hungry now. Or we can order in. Whatever you’re feeling. How’s your sister? The kids?”

You fill him in on your day, and he leans over to kiss you again, just as intently. “Sorry to pepper you with all the questions. I missed you today, babydoll. Now that this tour has been announced, I feel like I’ve got to take advantage of every moment I’ve got with you. Love you so much.”

You murmur it back to him, resting your head on his shoulder. “I’m glad you’re all breaking in the game table.” You turn to eye the pile of chips. “Poker?”

“We just now started another game. You want me to deal you in?”

“No, that’s okay; thank you though.” You snuggle in closer. You’d wanted alone time with him, but he’s great at making you feel special even in a crowded room, and you get along well with the guys. It’s a change from your anticipated evening, but not a bad one. And after all, they’ll go home eventually, so you can use this time now to work Brendon into a horny mess—you know he won’t mind. “I’ll just watch for now. You need another beer?” You twist in his lap to glance around the table. “Anyone need one?” The guys look at Brendon, and Brendon shrugs.

“If you’re buying.” He grins and swats your ass when you hop off of his lap, making you shriek with delight as you head for the small kitchen in the corner of the lounge.

“My love, I’ll always ‘buy’ for you.” You crack open the fridge, grab five bottles and return to place them squarely in the center of the table for everyone to grab. “As long as we keep the fridge stocked. But the next round will require a trip to the full bar in the theater, because this fridge is now empty. We should really think about putting a full bar in here too.”

Brendon murmurs that he’ll get the next round and talk to the contractor tomorrow, and then he pulls you down into his lap again, one arm draped over your waist with his other hand holding the cold bottle. You settle back against him happily as he kisses your cheek, but then realize you might be blocking his view. “Will you be able to play with me on top of you? I can pull up a chair,” you offer, and Brendon reluctantly nods.

“That’s probably a good idea,” he sighs. “As much as I love having you on top of me and in my lap, playing will require my full focus. I fear having you on me will draw my attention elsewhere, making me crave a different game—one for just me and my pretty girl.” He nuzzles your neck with this comment while his fingers stroke your waist.

Zack groans under his breath at the innuendo, and you grin, standing to grab another chair and dragging it to Brendon’s side. You might not need to do too much work to get him where you want him; his mind seems to be headed there already. “Oh, we’ll play later, don’t you worry. I’ll try not to be too distracting for now though,” you promise, leaning your head on his shoulder and resting your hand on his thigh.

-||-

“Shit,” Brendon groans, and Spencer chuckles, leaning forward to drag the pile of chips towards him. “I really thought that was a good hand.”

“It was a good hand,” Spencer concedes. “Mine was just better.”

“Fair enough.”

You rub your husband’s upper thigh soothingly. Zack and Dallon both folded in the second round, while Jake and Brendon both pressed onward enthusiastically, only to fall short of Spencer’s straight flush.

“Sweet baby, that feels so good,” Brendon murmurs against your hair as he turns to kiss the top of your head. You smile, slipping your hand up higher, pinky pressing along his zipper. You know he can feel it, because he inhales sharply, coughing to cover it up.

“Just doing my wifely duty to cheer you up,” you reply softly, eyes closed as you move closer and adjust your hand to cup him fully. He knows how much you like to tease, and you know how much he likes you to tease him. “Is it working?”

“Oh baby, you know it is. Alright, Dallon,” he sighs. “Deal.”

-||-

“Read it and weep, boys; read it and weep,” Brendon declares, showing his hand, and the others swear as they realize he’s got a royal flush. “You,” he declares, pulling you in for a long kiss, “are my good luck charm.”

You grin against his mouth. “So now would be a bad time to ask to be dealt in?”

He groans, and you laugh, speaking quickly to reassure him. “I’m just kidding; I’m happy to stay arm candy and your good luck charm.”

He shakes his head with a smile. “You’re so much more than just arm candy or a lucky charm. And you’re more than welcome to play. Double our odds of winning.” You nod, standing to retrieve another round of beers for the table, and you’re considering a glass of wine for yourself.

“Wait,” Brendon protests, standing after you and catching your hand. Your fingers now interlocked, he pulls you close. “I said I’d get the next round.” He seems to read your mind, because he adds, “and I’ll get you a glass of wine, doll. That case of the 2011 Malbec you like so much was delivered earlier. But feel free to walk with me; I love your company, and I’ll need help carrying everything.”

You give him a quizzical look, because you have no idea what wine he’s talking about. Instead of giving any clarification though, Brendon just wraps an arm around your waist as he walks you out of view of the table and down the hall.

In the back of the darkened theater, he grabs you by the hips, lifts you easily up onto the bar counter, presses a quick kiss to your lips, and then whirls around to grab more beer from the fridge. “Don’t move, babydoll. I’ll be right back. Let me just get them their beers first, so they don’t come looking and interrupt us.”

“Interrupt us?”

Instead of replying, Brendon winks at you and disappears back to the lounge where the guys are waiting. When he returns moments later, he moves with purpose towards you and captures your mouth in a deep, heated kiss.

“Thank god this is what you meant,” you moan, wrapping your legs around his waist and grinding against his growing erection. “Need you, B. Missed you so much today. I fucking need my man. You promise they won’t interrupt?”

His hands are in your hair, his tongue is exploring your mouth, and he groans your name when you scratch at his back longingly, begging for his fingers. “They won’t interrupt if we don’t take too long, so we don’t have much time,” Brendon murmurs, sliding a hand down the front of your leggings. “My best girl, always so damn wet for me.”

“Always,” you whimper, rubbing against his fingers desperately. “God, I’ve needed this so badly. Want to come all over your hand, fuck!”

Brendon nods and curls his fingers, smiling into the kiss when you whine. “That’s it, baby. All over my hand. Grind on your husband’s fingers; let me feel your pussy when you come for me. You gonna come on my fingers, all hot and wet? Wish I could lick and suck your clit, get you coming on my face and tongue, but—shit, you like that? Can feel how wet that made you. Yeah, you love the dirty talk, don’t you? Be my dirty girl and come on my fingers; let me lick them clean. Want to taste my girl.”

He hisses in a blend of pleasure and pain; you’ve dragged your nails down his back and are biting at his lower lip as you come. You’d apologize, but you know he loves the pain. Your thighs are tense around his hand, and you’re trembling from the way Brendon’s got his fingers still curled and flexing. When you finally go limp and are left clinging to him, Brendon slips his hand from your panties and slides two fingers into his mouth. He winks at you playfully as he shows you his tongue twisting around them, and you groan, scratching at his chest.

“That’s not fair,” you whine, making him laugh. “Don’t tease. My underwear is already soaked.”

Brendon raises one eyebrow, but chooses to say nothing as he finishes sucking his fingers clean. Instead, he helps you slide off the bar and holds you close for a long moment. You relish his warmth and the firm pressure of his body against yours; you’re already fantasizing about getting him alone after the guys leave.

He seems to share your thoughts, pressing his lips to your temple and promising you can have him soon. His hips rock forward a little, letting you feel how hard he is for you. “Soon,” he repeats. With that, he adjusts his erection in an attempt to hide it a bit better, ducks into the walk-in wine cellar, grabs a bottle to pour you a large glass of wine, and leads you back to the lounge.

-||-

You eye the pair of cards you’ve been dealt and consider, glancing at the three community cards. “Call,” you finally declare, nodding at Brendon, and he looks at you with interest as your other hand slips over the bulge in his jeans. He pushes more chips into the center for you, and Jake raises his eyebrows.

“Why are you handling all the chips, Brendon? It’s your wife’s bet.”

Brendon grins, saying nothing; his hips rock ever so slightly when you squeeze. “Y’all are probably being gross. We should do a hand check,” Jake muses and calls as well. You wonder if he has any idea of how right he is. They can all almost certainly see your arm disappearing under the table at an angle, clearly reaching toward Brendon’s lap. One thing you don’t miss about touring is the spontaneous ‘hand checks’ the band implements for you two; the ones that inevitably mean Brendon slipping his fingers from you or you releasing his cock during movie nights and any other group activities on the bus where you can get cuddled up together under a blanket. Fortunately, Jake seems to be kidding for now.

Zack calls too before standing to go to the bathroom, and you know now is your chance. Once the toilet flushes, you quickly unzip Brendon’s jeans under cover of the sound. He glances over at you, and you smile innocently, wrapping your hand around his length through his boxers. Brendon’s hips raise ever so slightly; you can tell he’s enjoying your touch.

Spencer deals the final community card, making you laugh merrily. “That’s a little scary,” Dallon comments, and you give him a wide grin. “That’s not helping. Okay; two pairs,” he states, sounding only somewhat confident.

Jake tips his cards. “Three of a kind.”

Zack laughs grimly. “Three of a kind.”

Brendon looks at you, and you look back; your fingers tighten a little, and you raise an eyebrow. He caves. “Flush.”

You smirk, stroking a hand over his cock to ease the blow. “Four of a kind, gentlemen.”

-||-

At Brendon’s nod, Zack has made a trip to the bar and returned with a large bottle of Jack Daniels and a single can of Coke. That round of strong drinks, plus your glass of wine and the men’s multiple beers, means you’re all more than a little tipsy. Brendon is leaning back in his seat; you’ve worked your hand into his boxers and are stroking a little faster. It’s probably the liquor’s influence, but you’re not worried about the rest of them seeing anything. Honestly, they’ve all been on tour with Brendon, which means, even with their hand checks, they’ve seen much dirtier behavior from you two than a handjob under a table.

Jake and Dallon once found the two of you contorted around each other in an empty storage closet, Brendon’s hand down your leggings as he loudly encouraged you to come on his fingers.

You’re positive they also witnessed The Germany Incident, in which Brendon had been laying naked on a green room couch with you, also naked, reclining against his chest in his arms and on his cock. He’d been fucking you with deep, urgent thrusts; you had your head tipped back to rest on his shoulder while he used one hand to tease your breasts and had the other stroking over your clit while he worked his cock into your wet cunt from beneath you.

You can still hear his voice, telling you to use your man, use his cock, come all over it, all over him, just let go, really soak him and the couch. He’d pinched a nipple then with wet fingers, making you squeal and cling to his arms. It only became an ‘Incident’ with a capital ‘I’ because you’d come hard and promptly lost consciousness—you later blamed the intensity of the orgasm, but also sleep deprivation from travel, plus some mild dehydration.

At the time though, Brendon had naturally freaked out when you went limp on top of him after shrieking his name, and—according to Brendon’s recollection of the Incident—Jake and Dallon had been there almost immediately to help get water, ice packs, and whatever else Brendon could think of—before he’d even had a chance to call for help.

When you’d regained consciousness, you were laid out on the couch, still naked but covered in a fleece blanket from the merch table with an ice pack wrapped in a t-shirt on your forehead. Brendon had tugged on sweatpants and was seated on the floor by your head stroking your hair, and Jake and Dallon hovered in the background. For the rest of the tour, neither could look at you without flushing deep red.

In hindsight, Brendon admitted, they’d probably been watching from the cracked doorway that had a direct line of sight to the couch. This had made you laugh; you’d kissed him hard and agreed that seeing you sprawled on top of him, legs spread wide while he fucked you desperately, noisily from underneath almost certainly had something to do with their awkward behavior.

As for Spencer, he'd walked in on Brendon eating you out in a dressing room post-show. You’d dragged your husband back there, begging for his tongue, and he’d dropped to his knees without hesitation. Leaning against the wall and hitching your dress up, you rolled your hips forward; Brendon had taken the invitation readily. The tip of his tongue on your clit with two fingers thrusting and spreading and curling in you had driven you wild.

You hadn’t seen him in six weeks at that point, and you were climbing the walls with desire. He’d been on edge too: you heard the zipper of his pants followed by the urgent sound of his hand stroking over his cock. Your eyes were closed in bliss, one hand cradling his head as he worked his tongue over you, and the other reaching down to spread yourself for him with two fingers.

Your eyes were still squeezed shut as you came with a sharp cry, your hips bucking and back arched off the wall; Brendon, his face still buried in your pussy and tongue moving frantically, let out a desperate groan that told you he’d just come all over his hand. At that exact moment, you heard the door open, followed by a low swear and the door slamming shut again. The only way you and Brendon knew it’d been Spencer was the set of drumsticks on the floor.

You can’t even pick the filthiest moment Zack has witnessed in your relationship. He’s found you both in various and complete states of undress in bus bunks, hotel rooms, showers, dressing rooms, elevators, cars, and, on one memorable occasion, an inflated lifeboat on a friend’s yacht.

Brendon had been on top of you, his swimsuit tugged down in the front just enough to get his cock out, and he’d pulled your bikini bottoms to the side so he could fill you. You can still hear the urgent squeak of the rubber and Brendon panting over you, telling you how badly he needed to feel you come for him. His low groan in your ear after you came and he finally spilled into you is still one of your favorite sounds. You didn’t love hearing Zack swear when he came around the corner and then mutter, “you fucking perverts,” but Brendon laughing in that exhausted, post-orgasm way of his and rolling off of you to bury his face in your neck is always fantastic, no matter the circumstances.

Now though, here in your basement, they all might get a live and up-close viewing of Brendon coming all over your hand. It’s not ideal, but you have no intention of stopping, of leaving your husband throbbing and in need of release. Brendon bites his lip, and you’re not sure if he’s close or if he’s just reacting to the newest community card. His hips are twitching though, and he’s giving you a long look, as if to ask, ‘how?,’ and also, just as important, ‘where?’

These are things you hadn’t considered when you started this little tease. You really can’t make him come like this; he’s wearing a dark shirt, and the way he’s slightly sunken down in his chair means he’d definitely come all over his chest. You’re pretty sure it has to be in your mouth. Not that you mind—you love swallowing for him. It’s just the logistics of your current situation.

You briefly consider dropping your phone and crawling under the table to let him finish in your mouth, but there’s a few problems with that. It would probably take too long, Brendon probably wouldn’t be able to keep silent, he definitely wouldn’t be able to maintain a neutral face, and it would just generally arouse his friends’ suspicions. Although, and you glance around the table, you can get rid of them temporarily by appealing to their stomachs.

“Jake, I got that French onion dip you really liked,” you say, trying to control your voice. “You and Dallon should head upstairs and get it. I’m too tipsy to try the stairs.” They nod and stand, and you smile to yourself.

“Zack,” Brendon mumbles, his eyes locked on yours, “will you show Spencer the list of new tour locations? They’ve added a few since we last talked. The complete schedule is in my office.” Zack gives him a confused look but nods, and he and Spencer head down the hallway to Brendon’s office and studio.

As their footsteps fade, you slip out of your chair and under the table. Brendon shoves his jeans and boxers down his thighs, groaning and coming the moment your mouth closes over him. “Jesus fuck, that’s it; swallow for me, babydoll,” he grunts, both hands in your hair as you suck greedily; your head is bobbing as you take him deeper and swallow happily. “This is exactly what I needed; goddamn, my gorgeous wife sucking my cock—making me come, yes, that’s it, swallow, honey—fuck, you make me come so hard; that’s all for you—my cock is all for you, it’s all fucking yours. God, you’d better believe I’m gonna eat your pussy later til you’re screaming my name; I need to get your sweet cunt all over my face before I fuck you the way you deserve.”

You can feel his hips tense as he finishes—he’s fighting the urge to thrust in between your lips. Normally you’d gladly let him fuck your mouth since that’s a good way for him to get hard again, but you both know you just don’t have the time. The guys could be back any moment.

Instead, Brendon’s petting your hair and breathing hard; you’re still between his legs, tongue softly licking him clean and your hand stroking his length gently when you hear footsteps.

“Shit,” you hiss, pulling off of him. Zack and Spencer come back just as Dallon and Jake come downstairs with bowls of chips and dip. You crawl out from under the table while Brendon tries to catch his breath. His friends stare between you down on your knees and Brendon, with his head tipped back, his eyes closed, face flushed, and his lips slightly parted. In your mind, it’s pretty obvious what’s just happened, but your pride requires an attempt at a coverup. “I dropped my phone,” you offer casually, wiping at your lower lip with your thumb.

“It’s on the table,” Zack points out dryly, and you shrug.

“Whoops. I’m drunker than I thought. Could’ve sworn I dropped it.”

“Where were we?” Brendon asks the question loudly to distract the group, and they settle back in their chairs, picking up their cards. “Spencer, I think it’s your turn to act on this round.”

He folds, and Zack deals the last card. It’s your turn; you fold. Brendon and Jake eye each other. Brendon ultimately folds too, and Jake turns his attention to Zack, who tips his hand. Three of a kind. Jake sighs and shoves the pile of poker chips to Zack before downing the rest of his drink. You stand and grab the bottle of whiskey, refilling the drinks in front of each of you.

-||-

“Dammit,” You swear as Brendon flips the fourth card. “Shouldn’t have folded.”

Brendon grins and eyes you. “You know,” he drawls, “you can get back in. For a price.” You arch an eyebrow, and he laughs. “Piece of clothing…or a truth. No dares when we’re this tipsy.”

Jake leans forward, rubbing his hands. “Strip poker; excellent.”

Zack snorts, while Dallon sits back in his chair and says nothing, but his eyes are bright. Spencer nudges Jake hard and looks between you and Brendon, who shakes his head a little, clearly amused by the silent conversation happening between the guys.

“I’m not opposed,” Spencer finally says. “I just don’t want…anyone to feel uncomfortable.” He’s clearly offering this to you; Dallon and Zack agree. You shrug, telling Brendon he plays dirty while tugging your hair tie out and freeing your ponytail.

He leans over and ruffles your hair affectionately. “You love when we get dirty together, doll. The hair tie will work to get back in for this round, but just know that if you lose…you owe another piece.” He looks at the rest of the group. “Are we doing all losers or just the lowest hand?”

You scoff. “All losers.”

Zack laughs. “You’re feeling confident, aren’t you?” You nod smugly as Brendon flips the fifth card. Spencer doesn’t react, Jake calls, you call, and Dallon and Zack both check. Brendon studies his hand, your face, and the community cards before calling as well.

Dallon and Zack both have two pairs, while Spencer sits comfortably with his three of a kind. Jake reveals his flush and you grin, showing off your full house. Brendon shakes his head with a smile. “Sorry, sweetness.”

He drops his cards to show his four of a kind. “You can take the truth if you want,” he offers casually, and you glance at him.

“Do you want me to take the truth?” You’re pretty sure you know the answer, but Brendon appears to consider the question as he takes a long sip of his drink.

“If you’re comfortable stripping, then I’m comfortable with you stripping.” He looks at you meaningfully as he sets the glass down, and you nod. You knew he’d say that. What’s left unspoken is that he knows his friends won’t be able to keep their eyes off of you; you both know that the possessive part of him loves when others can’t stop staring at you.

You both also know it’s a little backward, but you love knowing that they’ll look at you, think about you, and even want you —yet, ultimately, everyone at this table understands he’s the only one you’ll take to bed; he’s the only one you’ll ever want. You pull your cardigan off, letting it hit the floor.

The other guys are more modest and each sacrifice a sock, and you roll your eyes. “You’re all lame.”

Brendon laughs, leaning back in his seat. “They’re just starting slow because they know it’s gonna get a whole lot worse for them. Like you with that hair tie.” He throws a glance at you. “But someone feels confident—going right for the cardigan, hmmm?”

You nod, accepting the two cards you’re dealt and wait patiently.

-||-

“Take it off, baby!” You giggle, helping Brendon get his shirt off before standing and wriggling out of your tank top to reveal your blue lace push-up bra. If the guys notice Brendon’s jeans are still unzipped and half-open from your interlude under the table, they don’t comment on it.

“I don’t even mind losing, because you’re getting naked with me,” you say, reaching out to stroke his bare chest while he traces a finger over your bra strap.

“Gross,” Zack deadpans, crossing his arms. He’s won this round, while Jake has lost his other sock at this point, Spencer too, and the rest of you are shirtless. Brendon is gazing at you steadily over the edge of his drink, and you wonder what he’s thinking. Fortunately, you don’t have to wait long.

He sets his drink down and turns to Zack. “You’re just jealous,” Brendon tells him with a smile, and Zack grins, shaking his head. “You don’t have to admit it; I already know. Everything my wife brings to the table and she looks like this? Fuck, just look at my girl. We don’t mind you guys looking. How could you resist? She’s fucking gorgeous.”

You stretch and preen under Brendon’s praise, and he watches you hungrily. “Yeah,” you murmur, “you can look all you want—just remember I’m all his.”

Brendon finishes your sentence. “And more importantly, I’m all hers, which makes me the luckiest guy at this table.”

He beckons you into his lap, cupping your face as you straddle him. “I can’t even say I lost this last round when you’re on me like this,” he murmurs while he draws you in for a deep kiss. You return the kiss eagerly, moaning into his mouth when his fingers start caressing your breasts. “Can’t ever lose when I’ve got my girl half-undressed and on top of me, rubbing against my—shit, guys, go get more beer. I need a minute with my wife.”

“Only one minute?” Dallon teases in a slightly strained voice, but Brendon is already kissing you again, one hand working its way into your bra and the other grabbing at your ass to keep you moving on top of him.

“Go away,” you moan, grinding down against Brendon urgently while flinging a hand at Dallon and the rest of them. “Go get beer or something, and then count to three hundred.”

“You heard the lady,” Brendon mumbles, rocking his hips up to press his cock into you. “My wife needs five minutes with me.”

You hear their chairs push back, and you rise up high onto your knees above Brendon’s lap once they’re gone.

“You’ve got me alone for the next five minutes. Now what?”

“Now I make my girl come.”

Brendon slides a hand down the front of your leggings. “Fuck, your panties match this bra, don’t they? Can feel the soft lace; wanna get you out of them with my teeth and then lick your clit until you come on my tongue.”

“We have like four minutes left,” you murmur, rocking back and forth on his hand urgently. “You know I want you to eat me out, but we’re running out of time.”

“Grind on my cock then, babydoll; come on your man, get off from rubbing your wet pussy all over me. God, but what I wouldn’t do to get my cock in your perfect cunt right now and feel you lose control.”

He slips his fingers from you; you’re moaning loudly into the embrace, tugging at his hair, and pressing down onto his cock throbbing under you. It feels so good, but you both know that in order to come the way you both want to come, you need to really ride him. “Need you in me,” you groan, and Brendon nods desperately, telling you to do it, take whatever you need, he’s yours. His jeans are still open from earlier; it’s easy to grasp his cock and pull him free. You consider just shoving your leggings down slightly, but you know you won’t be able to straddle him as long as you’re dressed. Instead, you slide your leggings and underwear off fully.

Finally, you spread your legs over him again and, grabbing his cock to press it against your pussy, you sink down onto him. You gasp, tossing your head back as you take him inside you, whining as you settle in his lap. You can feel every inch of his cock, and it’s creating the perfect amount of pressure. Moving urgently, desperately, you grip his shoulders. “Bren, tell me—”

“Fuck yes; you’re so damn hot. That’s it, ride my cock, you’re my best, dirtiest—”

He’s cut off by Dallon yelling from down the hall that you have two minutes left.

You’re both breathing hard. “Running out of time,” Brendon groans. “Come for me, baby. Come all over my cock.” Order given, Brendon buries his face in your cleavage, licking and suckling at the exposed skin. You know you both need more, so you abandon his shoulders to shove your bra cups down. Your nipples now exposed, you gasp happily when he closes his mouth over one and starts rolling it with his tongue.

“I’m gonna fucking come,” you whine, grinding down against the base of his cock while he thrusts up into you. “Shit I’m close; right there, give it to me just like—give me your cock, yes, Brendon yes! Fuck me, oh shit, oh fuck I’m—Bren, now!”

He sucks hard at your nipple, and you shriek, tugging his hair and riding out your climax.

“Oh fuck,” you groan, still moving on him as you come back to full awareness. “God, you’re so hard—you gonna come in me, B?”

“Could,” Brendon grunts, gripping your ass with both hands. “Just need—fuck, a little bit more t—”

“Time’s up,” Zack yells, and you both groan. Brendon rests his forehead against yours and lifts you off of his cock. You make a small sound of protest, but you know it’s no use. Brendon gives you a longing look, and you know he’s just as disappointed as you are. You love when your husband makes you come, but you’d always rather come together. “Fix your clothes, you freaks,” Zack adds. “We’re coming back.”

Exhausted, you guide your bra back into place, slide out of Brendon’s lap, and tug your underwear and leggings on. Before you can get both up over your hips, Brendon slips a hand down between your thighs and moans low in the back of his throat. He loves feeling you after you’ve come for him, loves getting you sprawled out in bed so he can explore your body and see all the different reactions he can coax from you post-orgasm. You both know Zack means it though, and you don’t have the time.

Brendon pulls his hand back, you get your clothes back on, and you curl into his side, nuzzling his bare shoulder. He drapes an arm around you, kissing the top of your head affectionately. “To be continued, sweet baby,” Brendon promises in a low voice before sucking his fingers clean.

The guys walk back in, and Brendon gives them a not-entirely-playfully dirty look. “You guys are the worst. Not even a little grace period?”

They pile back into their chairs, and Dallon shrugs. “She came, didn’t she? What else was there to do?”

You roll your eyes and lean on Brendon’s shoulder, fingers grazing over his cock slowly. You love the way he throbs at your touch. “She could’ve gotten her husband off too,” you tell Dallon, who mimes gagging. “He was close, and you all cock-blocked him. But I’ll take care of my man later. Now,” and you direct this at Spencer, “it’s your turn to deal.”

-||-

You glance at the two cards on the table and wait. You don’t really want to fold, but you don’t have a good feeling. Sure enough, you end up with one pair; you sigh, going for the waistband of your leggings. Brendon’s eyes flit between your face and the delta of your thighs, and it dawns on you.

You can feel how wet your lace panties are, which means the guys would probably see how wet you are through them. That’s a little more than you want them to get right now. You make the decision. “I think I’ll opt to answer a question. Does Spencer get to ask it because he won this round?”

Spencer glances around the table, unsure of what to ask. “I yield the floor,” he jokes, and Dallon leans forward to claim the question.

“What were you really doing under the table when we came back downstairs with the snacks? We know you didn’t drop your phone.”

You exchange looks with Brendon, who just grins and shrugs a little. You take it as permission. “Sucking my husband’s cock,” you say casually, and Jake chokes on his drink. Brendon starts laughing, and Dallon points out that Brendon didn’t actually need to come during your five-minute interlude earlier, since you’d already gotten him off.

“I knew it,” Zack says triumphantly, prompting questioning looks from both you and Brendon. “I mean, I suspected. I didn’t know for sure, obviously. Although you did crawl out from under the table, wiping your mouth with that smug smile.”

Brendon keeps laughing and pulls you closer. “I need another, stronger drink,” you tell him, and he nods decisively. “Shots. Tequila, probably,” you add, and he grins, gesturing for everyone to follow him to the bar.

Once in the theater, he situates himself behind the bar, grabbing a selection of shot glasses, a bottle of tequila, and pouring across the glasses.

“Come and get ‘em,” he announces, and everyone reaches for one. The tequila leaves a warm trail down your throat, and you each set your glass down in front of Brendon. “Another?”

When you all nod, he fills them and his own again. You reach for yours, and he shakes his head. “No ma’am,” he says with a teasing finger wag. There’s a longing look in his eyes, and you think you know where his head is at. “You have to earn your second one. Hop up.”

You know exactly what he wants, and you love it. Doing body shots off of each other reminds you of being on tour with him in the early days: sneaking around, fucking in dressing rooms, and generally partying without any care for the consequences. Just as in love, just as wild about each other, but even more uninhibited and reckless in the best ways.

You accept his hand and lay yourself flat out on the bar, smiling up at him. His eyes roam over your body. “Jesus,” he sighs, taking you in with hungry eyes. “You’re so damn pretty, doll. I’m so fucking lucky to be yours.” With that, he reaches for your waist, and you know what’s coming next. If he’s okay with it, you are too. You both like showing off.

Brendon guides your leggings down, revealing your very wet underwear. You glance around the room in amusement. It’s just like being on tour: Zack and Spencer are taking another shot and studying the ceiling, clearly trying not to notice the way your leggings hit the floor, while Jake and Dallon are both openly watching Brendon’s fingers tease your skin.

“Don’t move,” Brendon warns you now, moving the waistband of your underwear down just a little to lick the newly exposed skin between your hip bones.

“Fuck, I love your mouth,” you whisper, squirming. Brendon winks, grabs the salt shaker, and sprinkles the coarse salt onto you, nodding decisively when it sticks to the wet path he’s left with his tongue. You reach down to your side for a lime wedge, placing it between your teeth.

“Don’t shiver and make a mess.” He maintains eye contact with you as he pours the shot onto your stomach.

“Fuck,” you hiss, and his tongue scoops up the salt, his lips suck up the tequila, and his teeth snap at the lime, sucking hard to tug it out of your mouth. Lime sucked and discarded, Brendon’s lips are back on yours, and he’s kissing you desperately. The combined taste of residual tequila and Brendon’s mouth has your head spinning.

“You earned your second shot,” he murmurs, but you’re not interested in just taking the shot.

“Let me take it off you,” you beg, sliding your legs to the side and finding your footing. Brendon grins, tucking your full shot glass into the waistband of his jeans while leaning against the bar.

“Should’ve known my baby would’ve wanted to get her mouth on me.”

“Damn right.” You lick greedily at his collarbone, pour the salt, and pop the lime wedge in his mouth. “You ready?” You hope he is, because you’re ready to make a scene. The two of you perfected the upright body shot during his Vices tour, and even though it’s been a few years, you know you’ve still got it. Even Zack and Spencer are watching you closely now.

Brendon nods, and you run your tongue back over his collarbone before moving down his body, lips closing over the shot glass and pulling it out of his pants, knocking your head back sharply to take the shot. You drop to your knees in front of him and, finally using your hands, set the glass aside. For the last step, you grab his waistband to bring him to his knees too, so you can seize the lime from his mouth.

“Well shit,” Jake breathes, and Brendon laughs, tugging you close and kissing you deeply. He rocks back off his knees and sits, his fingers running through your hair, and you need him.

“More,” you insist, crawling into his lap, rubbing against him. His hard cock is pressing into you through his jeans, and grinding on him in just your underwear is creating amazing friction. “Get your pants off entirely, B. Let me ride you again, get you coming in my hot, wet cu—”

“Audience,” Spencer interrupts, and you groan, pulling your mouth back.

Brendon is breathing hard, eyes dark and locked on you. “I’m gonna kick our audience out so I can fuck you,” he tells you, ignoring the fact that your audience is present and listening. “Poker night is over; I’ll see you guys later,” he mumbles in their direction without breaking his gaze with you, and they head for the stairs.

“Make good choices,” Zack calls, and Brendon flips him off without looking as he kisses you again.

“Once they’re out of here, you’re mine,” he tells you, and you rock your hips against his.

“I’m always yours,” you remind him and he nods, grasping your hair and tilting your head back gently so he can kiss your neck. “Bren, your mouth feels so good, need you to bite my neck while you fill my cunt; give me all your cum,” you moan, admittedly louder than you intended, and Dallon yells back that they’re still in the house. “Whoops,” you giggle, and Brendon grabs your ass, nipping at your skin.

“Bad girl,” he teases in a low voice. “Letting our friends hear you.” Your eyes flutter closed as his lips move over your neck and down to the swell of your breasts in the push-up lace. “They were so damn turned on by you,” he whispers, running a hand up your side to pinch one of your nipples lightly. “Blowing me under the table, sending them away so you could get off on my cock, letting me lick you all over in front of them, watching you drop to your knees for me…fuck babydoll, they’ll never admit it, but they are so hot for you. Their wives and girlfriends are in for such a good fuck when they get home.”

“God, Brendon…you like your friends getting all horny from me?” You’re murmuring this in his ear as you snake a hand down the front of his boxers. He groans, and you grasp his cock, jerking him off slowly with one hand while the other shoves at his jeans. “You like that, B?”

“Yeah, fucking love it. Love letting them see how goddamn sexy you are, letting them see exactly why I’m so fucking wild about you. Letting them see how I’m wrapped around your finger, completely yours—you’re the only one who gets me, and I’m the only one who gets you.” He moves to your mouth and lets his tongue explore before pulling back. “I don’t quite remember when, except that you were in the bathroom— but Jake leaned over and asked how good of a girl you really are.”

You arch an eyebrow in question, and Brendon smirks. “I told them you let me fuck you any and every day, in any and every way I want, and you don’t just let me; you positively beg for it. You say my name so sweetly when you come and then you plead with me to come in you.” While the possessive part of him loves others getting turned on by you, the possessive part of you loves when he brags about your sex life.

His fingers slip down between your bodies, and he groans when he feels how wet you still are. “And you get so damn wet for me; you really want me to fuck you, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you whisper urgently, bucking against his fingers. “Give it to me, Brendon. Fingers, tongue, cock. Anything, just give it to me.” He brushes a hand over the side of your face.

“And you beg so nicely too,” he comments, rocking up on his knees a little bit to shove his jeans down further, arm tightening around you so you won’t slip backwards. “Slide your panties to the side, honey, and ride my cock, bounce on it like we love.” You obey, body quaking when he’s fully in you. “That’s my best girl,” he groans quietly, unsnapping your bra as you work yourself along his length. “Love watching your tits move while you take my cock.”

“Brendon, you feel so good,” you whimper, and he bites your earlobe. You love being on top, because you can control the exact pace and angle; you can make sure his cock presses right where you want and guarantee you’ll come hard. Plus, the look on his face is always incredible—you love knowing he’s feeling that good just from having you on him. However, sometimes you really want him to take charge and take you.

“Want you to fuck me, B.” He nods, understanding. He curves over you with a hand pressed to the small of your back so you’re lowered gently to the carpet and he’s above you. Your hips are still twitching against his, and he kisses you hard.

“Let me take care of you.” He grabs one of your thighs and lifts it over his hip so he can fill you at a sharper angle. His hair has fallen into his eyes and he flips it out of the way, fucking you quickly with short, rough strokes. “You feel fucking incredible,” Brendon whispers, closing his eyes for a moment, relishing the way you meet his thrusts.

You’re breathing hard, panting, and your fingers are digging into his shoulders. “Incredible,” you echo, desperate for more. “Make me come,” you tell him, eyes wide. “Rub my clit and make me come.”

“Not yet,” he groans, taking both of your hands and pushing them over your head. He’s leaning over you, forehead to forehead, and you arch to kiss him. It’s sloppy and dirty, your tongues teasing and moving together, but neither of you are complaining. “You know,” he pauses to grunt sharply when you contract around him, “fuck, your sweet cunt—you know I like to come together. But I’m so close, babydoll; give me a few more moments, and I’ll come for you.”

“Brendon, I want you to come in me.” The words are plain, and you’ve said them before because you always get the same result. He gasps, his rhythm faltering. “Come in me, just let go and come inside your wife.”

“Jesus Christ,” he hisses, thumb rubbing your clit gently until you grab his hand and apply more pressure. “Oh god, baby, I’m gonna—”

“Fuck Brendon, I—”

“Fuck, fuck, fu—gonna take it all?”

“Yes, fuck yeah, I need it, gimme that hot cum, oh my god, oh— fuck!”

“You want me to give your pussy all my cum? You want it filling your cunt, a hot, slick reminder of who fucks you best?”

“Oh fu—you fuck me best; oh shit, only ever you—god, Bren, fuck my pussy, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, yes, give it to me, B, fuck! Right th—oh—!”

“Coming,” Brendon finally gasps in your ear, and you let yourself go with a sharp cry as he comes, fast and hot. The heat spreads through you, and you moan, clutching his back and clenching around him. Your entire body is quivering, and his hips move in little spasms as your pussy milks his climax from him.

“I can’t—Jesus, Brendon. I can’t stop— you’re the only one who—makes me come like—” you kiss him, and he lashes his thumb over your clit. “Again; oh God, oh Brendon, baby, yes, yes, yes!”

“That’s my girl,” he whispers against your lips while you thrash under his touch. “I love watching you come,” he tells you and you tremble, coming down from your high. “You’re so beautiful.”

“The same to you,” you say with a grin, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath while running your hand through his hair. “Love you, Brendon. So much.”

“Love you too, babydoll. So fucking much.” He pulls out of you, groaning your name. “I’m gonna take you upstairs now, and we’re gonna take a hot bath.”

“Mmmmm,” you purr, tracing a finger down his chest. “And then what?”

“Then, tomorrow I’m going to call the contractor to have them add a whirlpool tub to our sex dungeon bathroom so we can clean up and relax there after.”

You raise an eyebrow, and he laughs, gesturing between your bodies. “Want to be able to drag my wife right to the tub after I fill her up with cum and make her soak my cock. Stairs sound miserable.”

“Agreed,” you murmur, clinging to him. “But while you’re on the phone with the—”

“Don’t worry, love,” Brendon whispers against your forehead as he presses a gentle kiss there. “I’ll also mention the full wet bar in the lounge, because that was a great, highly necessary idea. Even if it means we won’t be able to send the guys out of the room or sneak away under the pretense of getting alcohol.”

“No pretense needed. I’ll just tell them I want to ride your dick and I don’t want them to watch, so they need to go amuse themselves in the theatre for ten minutes. As we’ve learned, five isn’t enough.”

Brendon smiles down at you. “My best, dirty girl,” he teases. “So clever. But tonight, after this bath upstairs, I’m going to tease you by licking and sucking every inch of you except your pussy, until you beg for my tongue. And then, I’ll eat you out til you can’t say anything but my name. Once I’ve made you come a few times with my mouth and we’ve made out with the sweet taste of your cunt on my tongue, I’m gonna get you on your hands and knees, so I can give you my cock from behind, just like you like it.”

You whimper, clinging to him and nodding. Brendon strokes a hand over your hair, murmuring, “I know you love feeling me fill you like that, slamming my hips into your ass, working my cock deep into you, rubbing your clit with two fingers and making you lose control.” His soft voice is a contrast to the explicit words, and you love it. “What do you think of my plan, pretty girl?”

“I think you’re the smartest, sexiest, best man I could ever ask for, and I’ll come up with some very explicit ways to thank you for your hard work and generosity.”

“That’s all I ask, babydoll.” Brendon kisses you softly before nuzzling your neck and scooping you up. “Now, let’s head upstairs.”

[generalbytes]

Joe Ricotta gives insight on Best Places in London for Property Investment

This year, prospective homeowners in London must make several important choices, the first of which is how near to the city's center they must be. Nevertheless, the alternatives need not be constrained if the response is "extremely" addressed by "Joe" Ricotta, a real estate developer.

As crucial as the quality of the local housing stock, the variety of transportation options, and the availability of local amenities are factors like a history of excellent price growth—with capacity to expand in the future—and regeneration potential.

1: Woolwich, South-East London

Woolwich is the first place suggested by "Joe Ricotta". Five miles downstream from Canary Wharf, Woolwich is emerging as a viable alternative, with Berkeley Homes' multibillion-pound regeneration of the Woolwich Arsenal, which includes 5,000 new homes as well as bars and restaurants, revitalizing the waterfront, and Crossrail set to improve transportation links in 2021.

British Land is to create a five-acre mixed-use complex on inland Woolwich's run-down high street, while Greenwich council has offered £40 million to adapt a few historic buildings on the waterfront into arts and cultural spaces.

CBRE predicts that Woolwich will have the highest "regeneration home price growth premium" in London, at 7.6 percent each year.

The river, a lot of green space, including Oxleas Wood and Plumstead Common, made Woolwich an attractive site to invest in real estate.

2: Wembley, North-West London

Located in West London, Wembley has a lot to offer, says 'Joe' Ricotta. It is particularly well-known for hosting the England national football team and Wembley Stadium, one of the world's most iconic event sites.

Wembley is continually being renovated and has evolved into a bustling and active neighborhood with a diverse range of retail outlets. It has a posh retail mall with a theater, restaurants providing a wide range of cuisine, entertainment opportunities, and plenty of green space. Wembley has three stations and three subterranean lines, and it is approximately 12 minutes distant from Central London. Because of these attractions, young professionals are particularly drawn to the area, says Joe Ricotta.

3: Hendon, North-West London

Finally, Joe Ricotta suggested Hendon, one of the most vibrant residential areas in North London, is a wonderful neighborhood with several investment opportunities and attractions. Brent Cross, one of London's largest shopping malls, as well as the Brent Reservoir, often known as the Welsh Harp, with its 170 magnificent hectares of marshland and water, are both located here.

Hendon has a diverse spectrum of architectural styles. Modern detached residences costing several million pounds may be found on Brampton Grove, one of Hendon's most prestigious streets. Families may benefit from excellent schools, parks, and restaurants, as well as excellent infrastructure that gives quick access to the rest of London.

[snippydippy]

My friends and I used to walk in small groups of 4-8 and go either to the park outside the library, the skate park, the main river with an accessible strip of sand, or down underneath the overpass by my bf's house.

They were the places we could hang out, and now in the last 12 years, all of them have become off limits to kids.

The park outside the library is right next to where they let inmates out at the jail. This was never a problem when we would go. Sometimes people being let out would come and ask us to use a cell phone (sometimes they'd leave us with their "prison snacks" of chips in exchange.), and they were always nice. Eventually I guess some parents or the cops decided that wasn't safe tho, because now if anyone young sits out there for more than a few minutes, a cop will come over and shoo them away.

The skate park has always been right across from the police station, which was always a bit of a problem. Cops would always be watching our group like hawks, with a squad car that would pull out of their lot just to move across the street to be parked at the edge of the skate park. (This skate park, mind you, was about a 30ft by 30ft slab of concrete with one ramp, a grind bar and a set of stairs. My town has a population of less than 3k.)

If we got even a little too loud, the cop would come out and "make conversation" with us. Ask about what we were up to after this, if we had homework, if our parents knew where we were, etc. Eventually we got tired of it, but when I go back home to visit, I never see anyone there except really young kids and their parents. The place is also borderline unusable since the concrete is disintegrating.

The main river with it's little beach has been fenced off with barbed wire and a "no trespassing" sign. My group had put a rope swing up that everyone used, some others upgraded it to be a tire swing. They cut the tree in half to get rid of its branches before they put the fence up. This river is city property. No one has any real idea who put the fence up.

The underpass by my ex's old house almost always has a squad car passing by frequently. They have a cop using his paid piggy playtime to park his car, and look under the bridge for teens who God forbid might be sitting down there and talking. On public property.

Our movie theater only played a movie every other Thursday and Saturday. As far as I can tell, they don't have a regular schedule anymore. They just make a post on Facebook whenever they have a movie.

The arcade was bought by the new owners of the main casino and shut down. Their renovations to the building included completely walling off the space where it was. The bowling alley that was adjacent to said arcade is only open set hours a week, and almost always reserved by senior leagues. It used to be open every Saturday, all day, and anyone could bowl for five bucks.

It's a shit show, small towns and large alike. There's no where for kids to fucking go.

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Basement Renovation Cost and Bathroom Remodeling in Atlanta: A Guide by Remodel Republic

When it comes to upgrading your home, two of the most impactful projects are basement renovations and bathroom remodeling. These renovations not only improve your living space but also add significant value to your property. If you're in Atlanta and considering these upgrades, Remodel Republic is your go-to partner for expert craftsmanship and cost-effective solutions.

Understanding Basement Renovation Costs

A finished basement can transform an underutilized area into a vibrant and functional space. Whether you envision a home office, a game room, or a guest suite, knowing the costs involved is crucial for planning.

Factors Influencing Basement Renovation Costs:

Size of the Basement: Larger spaces require more materials and labor, increasing overall costs.

Design Complexity: Adding features like a bar, kitchenette, or built-in storage can raise costs.

Structural Modifications: Repairs or reinforcements to walls, floors, or ceilings add to the budget.

Utilities Installation: Adding plumbing, electrical, or HVAC systems comes with additional expenses.

Material Choices: High-end finishes and materials will increase the cost but enhance the space's appeal and durability.

Estimated Costs for Basement Renovation in Atlanta:

Basic Finish: $25,000–$40,000 (flooring, lighting, drywall, and painting).

Mid-Range Remodel: $40,000–$75,000 (custom lighting, upgraded flooring, built-in features).

Luxury Renovations: $75,000+ (wet bars, home theaters, spa bathrooms).

Bathroom Remodeling: Transforming Functionality and Aesthetics

A beautifully remodeled bathroom can become a serene oasis. Remodel Republic offers personalized bathroom remodeling solutions tailored to your needs and style preferences.

Key Considerations for Bathroom Remodeling Costs:

Size of the Bathroom: Smaller bathrooms typically cost less to remodel.

Layout Changes: Moving plumbing fixtures or walls significantly impacts costs.

Upgraded Fixtures: High-end sinks, tubs, and vanities add to the budget.

Materials and Finishes: Premium tiles, countertops, and cabinetry will increase costs but elevate the design.

Bathroom Remodeling Cost Estimates in Atlanta:

Basic Remodel: $8,000–$15,000 (new fixtures, paint, and basic tilework).

Mid-Range Remodel: $15,000–$30,000 (custom vanities, enhanced lighting, upgraded tiles).

High-End Remodel: $30,000+ (luxury fixtures, heated floors, frameless glass showers).

Why Choose Remodel Republic?

At Remodel Republic, we combine expertise, quality materials, and exceptional customer service to deliver results that exceed expectations. Whether you're revamping your basement or upgrading your bathroom, our team is dedicated to bringing your vision to life.

What Sets Us Apart?

Transparent Pricing: No hidden costs, just straightforward estimates.

Experienced Designers: Tailored designs that match your style and functionality needs.

Skilled Craftsmanship: Attention to detail ensures top-notch results.

Timely Project Completion: We stick to timelines without compromising quality.

Start Your Home Transformation Today

A basement renovation or bathroom remodeling project is an investment in your home’s future. Let Remodel Republic guide you through every step of the process, from design to completion, ensuring a stress-free and rewarding experience.

Contact Remodel Republic today to get a detailed estimate for your project in Atlanta. Together, we’ll create a space you’ll love for years to come.