#rustic island guest house

[harryspet]

well kept [3] r. cameron

[warnings] dark!ceo!rafe x reader, size difference, billionaire!older!rafe, shy!reader with low self-esteem, reader is a person who stutters, boss x personal assistant, heavy abuse of power, emotional/mental manipulation, DUBCON, little editing, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK 18+

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In which it's your first day working from home with Rafe and you have a new lesson to learn.

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The Cameron residence was fifteen minutes outside of downtown Charlotte and situated in a large neighborhood where hills and huge oak trees hid all the houses. You didn’t really see his house, only what you could tell was large pond, until the driver was at the end of the mile-long driveway.  When you did, you felt woefully underdressed. Assuming that being inside all day meant you could opt for something casual, you’d chosen a cream knit dress. 

Following Rafe’s instructions, you sent him photos of each outfit you tried on, but he hadn’t told you which ones you could return. It was another blow to your confidence. You began to doubt whether he’d even been serious, but the fear that he might mention it the next day kept you from taking any chances.

Stepping out of the black Escalade, your eyes widened as you took in the architectural masterpiece before you. The house was a striking blend of traditional and modern styles, with a light-colored exterior contrasted by dark shutters framing the windows. A stone chimney rose from the roof, and the three-car garage with wooden doors added a rustic touch.

After your car drove away, a tall and impeccably dressed staff member named Anthony guided you up the stone-paved driveway. From your cheat sheet, you recalled that he was the House Manager. Rafe required a full team: Anthony, two housekeepers, a private chef, a driver, a gardener, and now you—his personal assistant. The inside of the house was as intimidating as the exterior. The expansive foyer featured high ceilings and a grand staircase that curved up to the second floor. To the left, you caught a glimpse of the formal dining room. Each room you passed was more impressive than the last. Anthony informed you that there were six bedrooms and eight bathrooms.

“I don’t usually work on Fridays but Mr. Cameron wanted me to give you a tour of the house and show you the ropes of house management. It’ll be important for you to be able to oversee the staff when I’m absent and understand the scheduling.”

Once again, it was all too much to take in. Today was your fifth day working for Rafe, and you’d barely survived until now. 

“I want to clarify that what happened yesterday stays between us. That includes Eleanor. Okay?”

That was all he said about his outburst. There was no apology for groping you, for pinning you down on his office couch, or for taking your virginity. If you were to tell the story, you’d have to mention how your body had betrayed you—not once, but twice. But you had said no. You didn’t want to use the word that described what happened to you. You didn’t want to think about it at all.

And it didn’t happen again—not over the next three days. He continued to be harsh, forcing you to apologize for every small mistake, even those you weren’t aware of.

As you followed Anthony through the expansive kitchen, you couldn't help but marvel at its sheer size and sophistication. The kitchen was a chef's dream, with gleaming marble countertops that seemed to stretch endlessly, state-of-the-art stainless steel appliances, and custom cabinetry in a rich, dark wood finish. An oversized island dominated the center of the room.

At the far end of the kitchen, massive glass-paneled doors stood, offering a glimpse of the world beyond. The porch was furnished with elegant wicker seating with plush cushions. The space was perfect for elegant parties, with enough room to accommodate at least a dozen guests.

Beyond the porch was a stunning infinity pool stretched out towards the horizon. As you walked closer, to the right, you took notice of a garden. You spotted the gardener, Tyler, who Anthony had mentioned earlier. In simple clothes, the young man blended easily into the scenery. 

“This is where Mr. Cameron will typically entertain his guests,” Anthony said, 

The beauty of the outdoor space was undeniable, but so was the control that permeated every aspect of it. You wondered what hand Rafe played in how spotless it looked. You could almost picture him, his jaw clenched and eyes blazing with a harsh intensity, if even the smallest detail were out of place. It was easy to imagine him demanding that every leaf, every petal, every stone be exactly where it belonged. 

Did his staff ever make mistakes? Did he make them beg him forgiveness like he did with you? 

“Shall I show you the study? It’s approaching seven-thirty.”

You nodded, a small smile on your lips. He was kind but part of you didn’t want him to hear your voice shake or your face contort into an uncomfortable position as you struggled to get your words out. 

There would be enough struggling today, you knew that. 

Surprisingly, Rafe’s home office was more quaint than you expected. Dark wood panneling decorated the walls as well as floor-to-celing bookshelves. As you made your way around the room, you took note of the picture frames containing images of what you believed to be his family. Here, it seemed he had a heart. The four of them stood on a dock, sun shining down, and his arms were wrapped a young girl with dark brown hair. His smile was genuine and there was darkness lingering in the blues of his eyes. 

Other than the bookshelves, the room only contained his desk, a set of leather couches and a coffee table. The smaller room still managed to exude sophistication but it was far less imposing than you expected. 

The room almost felt intimate as sunlight trickled in through light colored curtains. You were standing behind his desk, glancing out his office window which faced towards the nearby pond. Beside it, sat a gazebo, although you couldn’t imagine Rafe enjoying it. You wondered if he lived here alone as you saw no traces of the other three people in his family photo. 

“Boo,” You yelped as you heard Rafe’s deep voice. 

You placed a hand over your beating heart as you looked toward where he stood in the doorway. Having been deep in thought, you hadn’t heard the door opened. He knew that much which explained the amused look in his eye.  

Everything flooded back at the sight of him. The air had already left your lungs. You felt his body pressing down on yours, warm breath against your ears, and that pain between your legs. 

The door clicked shut, making you flinch.

“Good morning,” he said, his gaze fixed on you.

It hit you then, you hadn’t greeted him like you were supposed to.

You were taken aback by his appearance. He was wearing gray sweatpants and a plain navy t-shirt, a stark contrast to your heels and carefully applied makeup. You weren’t sure why you were expected to dress up, especially when he looked so casual.

“G-Good morning, Sir,” You crossed the room, his eyes locked on yours. You remembered where he liked you, near the door, ready to greet him and present yourself to him. You hated how your voice always betrayed you, how weak it made you sound. Your only saving grace was that you’d already memorized his schedule for the day, having spent the entire commute looking at your laptop. You recited it to him, including the midday Zoom call he had with Kelce and Topper.

Topper, you had learned, was Eleanor’s husband. Rafe hadn’t ever touched her but the way Eleanor always answered your questions with vague responses made you suspect that her relationship with Topper mirrored your own with Rafe. She hadn’t warned you but now you were suspecting that was because Rafe seemed to always get what he wanted, no matter who got hurt in the process.

You froze the moment his hand reached out to touch you. His fingers curled around your side, hovering just above your stomach but dangerously close to your breasts. His grip was surprisingly gentle as his thumb grazed over the fabric of your dress. You stiffened as his other hand mirrored the first, sliding across to the opposite side of your body. “Eleanor picked this,” he murmured, his brows knitting together as his gaze slowly traveled down your figure. A jolt shot through you as his thumb brushed over your nipple, sending a wave of panic coursing through you.

“Y-You don’t like it?” you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper. 

He clicked his tongue, “Turn around for me.”

You did as he said, “Doesn’t do enough for your figure,” Your heart panged in your chest, suddenly feeling self-conscious of your own shape, “Are you wearing the panties I sent you?”

All you could do was nod. Rafe never commanded you to wear the panties everyday to work but you didn’t risk it. Luckily, they were all comfortable despite the lace and cheekiness. 

“Pull up your dress,” He said next. 

You’d spent the last three days in a fog, trying to make sense of the situation, trying to understand why your body betrayed you. When you were younger, you always asked the universe why you couldn’t speak like the way all your friends at school did. Now you asked the universe why Rafe’s voice made you want to clench your thighs together. Why you had felt empty ever since he’d finished inside of you. Why you wanted to try again, to experience that intimacy again without so much fear. Your life was so simple before but now it felt like it was too late to turn back. 

Your thoughts were too jumbled. Rafe cleared his throat and you realized you were just staring back, “I’m not gonna fuck you, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“Please-”

He rolled his eyes, “Don’t make me ask again.”

You squared your shoulders. “I’m nnn-nn-not comfortable—”

“Just do it.”

You reached down to the edges of your dress, slowly pulling the fabric to your waist. It was nothing he hadn’t already seen and yet you were shaking, “Turn around. Face the other way.” Like a robot, you obeyed. You’d chosen a light pink color today. 

“Good,” You felt him against you. He pulled your hair back over your shoulder and leaned down against your ear, “Maybe I should make you walk around naked while you’re here, hmm?”

You bit down on your lip, wanting to contain the protest that was about to leave your mouth. You wanted to lean into his touch, to embrace the comfort that would accompany the torture. He brushed past you just as you tilted your head back, “Go make me a coffee,” He commanded. 

He made his way behind his desk and you reached down to move your dress, “Did I say to pull your dress down?”

“N-No, Sir,” You moved your hands quickly to your sides.

“I could make you walk around like that, couldn’t I?” He asked, leaning back in his chair.

He tilted his head and you realized you needed to answer. You gave him a painful look. You could say no but what would it cost you, “I . . . I don’t know,” He wasn’t satisfied by your answer, clearly. It was torture to force the words out, “Y-Yes.”

“Right answer,” He said, “Pull down your dress, sweetheart.”

You couldn’t help but see the irony in the fact that despite that you upgraded to a salaried job, you were still making coffee for the rich and spoiled. The opulent kitchen had an even fancier coffee machine than his office. Your movements as you prepared his steaming mug of coffee were precise despite the turmoil in your mind. 

Searching for solutions, your mind landed on the idea of trying to assert your competence. Sure, you could make a great cup of coffee but the whole point of getting a real job was so that you could have real skills to market yourself. You could be perfect at this job, anticipate his every need, and you could more than an object to look at. 

You re-entered his office quietly after realizing he’d begun his first meeting of the day. Carefully, you set his coffee down on the edge of his desk. He was always so intense, so completely absorbed in his work, and that unwavering focus made you even more anxious. Maybe that’s how you should be, more composed, projecting an air of confidence.

Unsure of where you should settle, you made yourself comfortable on one of the leather couches. You checked your email on your laptop, finding several reminders from Eleanor. You found yourself frustrated by how she picked and chose what information to share with you but you balanced those feelings with the fact that she was often your saving grace. 

She gave you a list of tasks including arranging for a delivery of documents that needed to be signed by Rafe, confirming his dinner reservations for the night, and proofreading the notes you took from yesterday’s meetings. You told yourself by the end of the next week, you’d be able to handle things by yourself, and you wouldn’t have to lean on her so much. You’d have a day, eventually, where Rafe didn’t point out anything you did wrong. 

“I was thinking-” Rafe’s voice cut through the silence. You were so focused that you hand’t realized his meeting had ended. He folded his hands over each other, his eyes on you, “From now on, I want you to wear what I pick for you each day.”

“How …y-you’re not happy with what I’ve been choosing?”

“It’s not about not being happy. Now I have more of an idea of what I like on you,” His voice was smooth and authoritative, “You want to reflect my taste, my standards, yeah?”

You mustered the courage to ask your next question, “Can I-I dress a l-little less … formally when I work at home with you?”

“Less formally?” He tasted the words on his tongue, “You mean, like more casual?”

“Yes, Sss-sir. Like more comfortable.”

“We could experiment with that,” His tone was deceptively light, “On my terms though. Yeah?”

You nodded and were grateful that he hadn’t reacted lightly. He seemed to enjoy that you were asking him for permission.

“You’ll have to wear something different tonight though, for dinner. Eleanor is coming by towards the end of the day to bring you your outfit and take you to get your nails done.” 

“Oh,” Your eyes opened wide, “I-I thh-thhought it was more of a personal-”

“I won’t keep you out forever,” He said, “You got plans or something?”

You shook your head quickly, “No, Sir.”

Rafe worked through lunchtime, so you brought him the meal prepared by his chef, Stevie—an elegant older woman with blonde hair. She had made a pesto pasta salad that looked like it belonged in a gourmet magazine, despite your protests and insistence on eating your own packed lunch. Only after delivering the meal did Rafe grant you permission to take your break elsewhere.

You settled on the outdoor patio by the pool, enjoying the peacefulness of the space despite the distant, steady hum of a lawnmower. For a moment, you didn’t feel out of place. Your dress, though apparently unflattering to your figure, was worth a small fortune, and the gourmet lunch you were now enjoying was a far cry from the PB&J you’d packed.

Thirty minutes later, after finishing your lunch and enjoying a lengthy chat with Stevie, you reluctantly headed back upstairs. Hearing Rafe still on the phone, you decided to explore a bit more. His office was situated in the private wing of his house, and as you meandered through opulent corridors, you couldn’t resist sneaking a glance into the master bedroom. It was cozier than you had anticipated, with tall gray walls that gave it a masculine feel and a plush bed draped in navy linen blanket that created a snug, cocoon-like atmosphere.

Rafe ended his call a minute later and the afternoon wore on. You settled into a rhythm, completing the various tasks that you’d added to your own to do lists and ones he’d assigned to you. You spent some time organizing files in his office. His gaze burned into you, even more when you were turned around, and surprisingly, you were starting to get used to that unnerving feeling. 

He waited for you to make a mistake but you used a hundred-percent of your effort to make sure that didn’t happen. 

The clock inched towards the evening, and the day grew even more quieter, more intimate. “I was looking over your notes from yesterday’s meeting with the board members. I highlighted some sections for you to read back to me,” He waved you over, his voice gruff after a long day of talking. You joined him behind his desk and you moved to lean over and get closer look, but he placed a hand on your hip. The gesture was firm, possessive, leaving no room for hesitation. With effortless strength, like a wolf guiding its prey, he maneuvered you onto his lap, settling you on his thigh. You felt the power in his grip, the unspoken control, and all you could do was comply.

“Rafe–” You started, an desperate attempt at a protest. 

“Start with the first section,” He commanded, his grip tightening. 

“I’ve been working on proofreading them–”

“Sweetheart,” He warned, not needing to add that you were making him angry. You could feel it, the heat coming off of him. 

You took a deep breath and slowly tried to read each sentence. Even if you didn’t have a sentence with a small typo, you still stammered over several of your words. He slid the chair closer to the desk and you yelped. 

“See right here,” He pointed to the screen but that only pressed him into you. You breathed slowly, trying not to hyperventilate, “This whole section needs more detail. I don’t want to have to ask more information.”

You were taken aback when Rafe actually began to instruct you on what you were meant to do. He spent at least ten minutes walking you through each sentence, explaining how to word your report, and deleted all the unnecessary details you added. He was surprisingly patient. 

“Now, your turn,” he said finally, leaning back in the chair. For a moment, you thought he was letting you up, but the pressure of his hand on your waist told you otherwise. “Fix it.”

You swallowed, hesitating as your fingers hovered over the keys. Ever keystroke was amplified in the quiet room. Doing your best to actually use your brain, you carefully made the changes he suggested. He watched you closely, his hands first placed on your hips but soon one wandered between your thighs. 

“Good,” He said. You could do it again, you thought, and not be so scared. His touch was teasing, a reminder of what he could do to you, all the pressure that built inside of you a spilled over. You could impress him, you could be beautiful, and not turn into a crying mess when he was inside of you. You could be more than a fragile thing to be broken.

Each word was a small victory. It was a battle you thought you could win until his fingers slipped inside your panties and his other hand grabbed a handful of one of your breasts. It was unbearable, and as he made small circles, you found your fingers slipping clumsily over the keys. 

You pressed your palms into his desk, your body tilting forward. A frustrated sigh left your lips, you couldn’t contain it, and Rafe’s chuckle rumbled from behind you, “Do you ever touch yourself like this? Be honest with me this time.”

“Y-Yes,” You whispered. 

“How do you do it?” He pulled you away from the desk, pulling your torso against his, “You use a toy?”

“J-Just my fff-fingers,” You admitted. 

“Like this? How do you like it?” Carefully, he switched between different approaches. He rubbed circles over your clit, smaller ones and then slower, bigger ones. Then he stroked you up and down, fingers slipping easily into your warm hole as he wandered lower, “You put those little fingers inside of you?”

“Rafe, please.”

“Tell me,” He kissed the side of your neck, “Or I’ll stop.”

"I-I don't usually put them inside… ," you confessed, your voice barely more than a whisper. "I always use my pillow…”

He hummed against your ear. "See how much better this is when you cooperate? You can be such a good little assistant when you try."

You nodded, unable to speak, and let the feeling consume you. He brought you right to the edge, you were seconds away coming undone, but his movements slowed. Before you could register the feeling as disappointment, Rafe was hoisting you off of his lap. 

Moving with sudden determination, your feet were suddenly off the ground and Rafe was carrying you out of the room in his strong arms, “Rafe!” You clutched his shoulders as he carried you down the hall.

You turned your head as he nudged the bedroom door open with his foot, the heavy thud of the door slamming shut reverberating through the room. With a swift motion, he laid you gently on the bed. The softness beneath you was just as you had imagined, but the thought barely registered. You shot him an incredulous look, your face flushed with a mix of pleasure and frustration.

He leaned over you, grabbing a pillow from behind you and placing it in front of you, “Show me.”

You shook your head instantly and moved to crawl away. Somehow, you could let all of his other sleazy behavior slide by but this was an insane boundary for him to try to cross. He’d already been inside you and yet this was a thousand times more intimate. 

He grabbed ahold of your thigh, “You’re so close, sweetheart. I know you want it,” He challenged you, “Probably feels like you need it.”

“Please,” You tried, your voice threatening to crack. His hands found your hips again, slowly positionin you over the pillow. The soft fabric brushed against your most sensitive spot, the familiar sensation making you bite down on your bottom lip, “Rafe.”

“You saying my name like that just makes me want it more,” Balancing on his knees, he grabbed ahold of your face and leaned in to kiss you. You felt the intensity of his desire, how much he wanted this, and it left you dizzy. 

When he pulled back, he looked over you. Your hips started moving in a familiar motion despite your embarrassment. You trembled from the vulnerability, the pounding in your chest, but you chased that high he gave you. It ignited your fire again, and since you didn’t have the full force of his touch anymore, you focused your eyes on him, “Good girl,” He said again and you whimpered, “Look at me just like that.”

You rolled your hips harder, faster, imagining his kiss, his touch, as the tension coiled tighter inside you. His gaze never left yours, his words a constant stream of encouragement and control.

“Doesn’t that feel good?” 

His words all jumbled together. 

“Just let it happen.”

“I want to see your face when you cum, sweetheart.”

“You look so desperate.”

“So needy.”

“You’re gonna make yourself cum, huh?”

“Just because I told you too.”

“Such a good girl.”

“Look at you.” 

The words pushed you over the edge, finally, and you were able to let go. He watched as you rode out that wave of pleasure and his hands found your body again, his grip grounding you. “Fuck,” You heard him say but you couldn’t respond. 

You were too overwhelmed to respond, your mind unable to fully process what had just happened. All you knew was that you felt good, embarrassed, and strangely satisfied that you'd pleased him, all at once. 

When you manage to look at him again, the doorbell rang. 

Eleanor navigated through the upscale nail salon, a palace of white and silvers, with ease, like she was a regular, and this was just an extension of her universe. You imagined this place as an escape for her, from both Rafe and Topper. She secured side-by-side seats near the back of the salon and you followed her lead as she set down her purse and removed her sandals. Her movements were fluid and assured. 

“Have you thought about what color you want?”

“Oh, um, n-no,” You tried to make yourself comfortable in the pedicure chair, “What d-do you think Rafe would like?”

“Maybe something pastel. You can’t go wrong with a soft pink.”

“Is that what you’re getting?” You asked, unassured, as you glanced around the luxurious setting. It wasns’t like other nail salons you’d been to where the technicians and customers talked at whatever volume they liked. It was quiet and each technician wore matching black uniforms. 

“I’ll tell them you want ballet slipper on your nails and white on your toes.”

You nodded, grateful for her guidance, “Thank you.”

As your pedicures began, the warm lavender-scented water soaking your feet, two technicians took their places by your sides, working silently as they filed your nails. 

“How are you holding up?” Eleanor asked.

“Fff-fine,” You said, “I’m trying to . . . t-to understand him, I guess.”

“You’ll go crazy doing that,” She laughed lightly, flashing a look that said “poor you”. 

“How d-did you meet Topper?” Her face tightened at your question, “I mean, y-you didn’t say.”

“I’m from the same town as them, Rafe and Topper. Not really the same town, my parents didn’t have money growing up. But I worked at the country club they all went to. That’s how I met Topper.”

“And you started dating?”

“Something like that,” She made a small shrug, “I owe everything I have to them.”

You nodded, sensing the weight of her words despite the lack of detail. Another piece to the puzzle you were trying to put together. Maybe the two of them had an attraction to girls struggling to get by.

“It’s not so bad, is it?” She asked and it made you pause.

Your instinct was to mirror her shrug, but you hesitated, wondering if you could trust her with your thoughts. If anyone could understand what you were going through, it had to be Eleanor.  “I-I just ffff-ffeel like I’m doing everything wrong.”

“If it makes you feel any better, I’ve only heard good things.”

“A-About me?” She nodded and your lips parted in shock. 

“Yes. I know you feel uncertain right now, but I think you'll be glad if you can stick it out. Topper… he’s a bastard, but he takes care of me. Rafe likes you too. Maybe he doesn’t know how to show it, but…” She paused, her eyes flickering with something you couldn’t quite place. “He’s filthy rich. That would be enough for me.”

In that moment, her brutal honesty felt almost like reassurance. You weren’t sure if Eleanor truly grasped the extent of Rafe’s inability to show affection, that his pleasure came from humiliating you, from making you cry. Just as you couldn’t fully know what she endured with Topper. Her words weren't necessarily comforting but at least they felt real.

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Good Graces

A little late to the Thanksgiving game . . . ☺️ Nevertheless, here's something sweet. I am a bit rusty returning to writing, so feedback is appreciated as always. Enjoy! 💛 (18+)

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A serene quiet graced the home. The boisterous laughter and elated chatter had departed with the last of your guests. The lingering scents of cinnamon and firewood enveloped the home in warmth, a pleasant reminder of the meal shared with the most beloved of family and friends.

The lights had been dimmed throughout the house, casting shadows along the walls as you worked silently putting your house to bed. The leftovers had been packed, the pumpkin pie eaten, and the dishes had been loaded into the dishwasher. While Joe cleaned the kitchen counters, you worked across from him, tidying the rustic dinner table.

A few taper candles remained lit, wax dripping down their sides. Glass vases were spread in expanse all over the table, the light casting rainbows along their rims. In them, meticulously picked red and white flowers dipped their stems in water. An assortment of faded red, yellow and orange pumpkins had been placed amongst the decorations. You stacked the untouched china, working feverishly as if the slightest bit of strength may shatter them within your hands.

Too engrossed in your task, you had yet to notice the way your lover had become immune to anything else but you. Joe, in his ever so handsome state, leaned back against the exquisite white granite island counter. The tedious frosted tips of his hair no longer remained, a sign that Summer was long gone, and Winter only neared. His larger frame was adorned in a white cotton and wool shirt, which was now unbuttoned, exposing only his neck and the slightest of his chest.

There had been an ease to Joe tonight. The tempestuous season had taken a toll on him, leaving him awake many nights in bed, wondering where he had gone wrong. As the days grew shorter, so did his courage. The man held every ounce of pride in his craft, but beneath all the pressures and constraints tied to his name, there had arrived a time of epiphany - there was only so much within his control.

What he could control, was focusing on his wife, his newly wed bride whom he had eloped with in a small town during the Summer. His bride. His girl. You. After all the years spent together, all the years passed as you grew with each other, Joe was impatient to pair the engagement ring with a wedding ring.

For Joe, there was an undeniable simplicity with the domesticity of life with you. Beyond the fame and the outlandish lifestyle, he often desired the feel of a normal routine. It was in moments like this where you played house effortlessly.

It was in moments like this Joe seemed to forget all constraints and pressures that arrived with the expectations tied to his name.

You moved seamlessly around the table, tucking chairs with each step. You hands were gentle with the china plates, the stunning diamond on your left hand sparkling underneath even the faintest of light. Joe wallowed in the way your hair enveloped your face, the clip unable to hold the thick perfectly curled jet black hair he adored so much. The powdered blush had faded from your cheeks, your natural rouge creeping from within. The lipstick placed so delicately on your plump lips long gone. It was not until a shaky breath escaped his lips, at the sight of your dress tightening around your breasts with every forceful exhale and bend of your hips did Joe finally catch your attention.

From you spot, you could make out the darkened state of his electric blue eyes. You caught the glimmer of golden on what was exposed of his chest. He had a coy smile on his lips. You wondered if he noticed the way his shirt clung to his biceps when he brought his hand to run through his fair. A dish towel sat idle in the grasp of his free hand, presumptuously from drying his hands after loading the dishes into the dishwasher. His sleeves had been rolled up to his elbows, veins prominent even under the poorly lit kitchen.

As you drew closer he stood straighter. His fingers brushed yours as he grabbed plates from your hand, obeying your silent order as you stretched your neck over to the cabinet above his head. Effortlessly, he placed the dishes in their spot, shutting the cupboard, concealing them away for the next Thanksgiving. Washing your hands at the sink next to him, you reached for the dish towel.

A fatigued haze fell over your chocolate brown eyes. The taste of red wine lingered in your mouth. There was a lull fading across your body, an urge to lay in bed with Joe against you. The clock on the stove signalled midnight.

Catching his eyes again, you felt butterflies erupt in your stomach. His eyes had darkened, the same dark blue that craved you in all ways possible. It was the dark blue that ignited a fire inside you, prepared you for an unfathomable consumption of lust. Catching you by surprise, he tugged on the dish towel, drawing you near. His arms encircled around your frame, hands finding territory on the granite on either side of you, your lower back pressed into the counter. He had you caved in, and you would be a fool to say you did not hope for him to lead the way.

He loosed the clip from your hair, letting it fall freely along your back. His citrus-like and woody scent consumed you. You wondered if he could hear how wildly your heart was beating, as he gazed at you endearingly, forgetting that anything else in the world existed.

"We should get to bed."

You whispered words filled the silence surrounding you. By the crave in your eyes, Joe knew undoubtedly your fatigue held no power against what your heart desired. He could read the shift in your chocolate brown eyes to an intense darkened shade. See the way you unknowingly bit your lip, your breath hitched, the innocent flicker of your gaze to his lips.

"Not yet, we forgot to do something."

It was the first words he had spoken in just under an hour. You felt the gruffness of his voice, the way the words fell effortlessly from his mouth, like velvet against your skin.

Leaning down to your level, your eyes closed as his lips kissed your cheek. He travelled lower, underneath your jaw, along your chin, lingering on your neck. He inhaled your scent. It was an intoxication of vanilla and jasmine. He held himself strongly, his demeanour calm as he spoke against your skin.

"We never said what we were thankful for."

Confusion spread over your body, suddenly replaced with a chill when his cold hand wrapped around your waist. The thin fabric of your cream-coloured dress adorned in dainty red flowers could not withstand the pressure of his touch, the way his large hand fit perfectly along your waist, trailed to your backside and rested at the bottom of you back.

"Your mom led the chain, we all did. Remember?"

His kisses trailed up again. Underneath your jaw, along your jaw, and then your cheek. They hovered dangerously over your right ear. You fingers fumbled with the untouched buttons on his shirt, wondering if you could be as smooth as him in making your crumble against his touch.

"None of that sugarcoated shit babe, I mean one thing your're thankful for. In this room of course."

He pulled your flush against him, your arms wrapping around his waist as your eyes met. His free hand trailed along the side of your thigh, scrunching the fabric of your dress as he rode it higher. With each passing second, your heart fluttered, his touch against your skin like a million butterflies fluttering their wings against it.

Your mouth went dry when his hand curved around your backside, fiddling with the lace garment concealing your most intimate spot. His fingers fiddled with the thin garment, his fingers digging into plush skin.

"Gotta tell me, otherwise we'll be like this all night."

HIs voice was taunting, the smirk lining his lips all too inviting. His arms hooked around you, leaving you dissatisfied with the loss of contact of his fingers to your skin. The hem of your dress fell into place. Lifting you effortlessly, he situated you on the granite counter, the cold seeping through your dress.

Even at this elevation, you gazed up at him, his frame still towering yours. He raised his eyebrows, impatiently waiting for your answer. Brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear, he left his fingers linger in your hair, massaging the sweet spot just below you earlobe.

When the answer finally arrived, it was a breathless barely audible whisper. "It's you."

He nodded, his loving gaze taking you in entirely. He spreads your legs, inviting himself in. Instinctively, you tighten your hold around him, tugging at the collar of his shirt.

"And what about you?"

He responds with a boyish shrug, exhaling loudly. His hands dance up your legs, riding your dress higher and higher.

"I can't tell you . . ." He begins, pulling you close. You lips inches apart as your eyes bore into one another. You feel your chest tighten, the anticipation build in your stomach.

"But I can show you."

Ever so even, ever so cool. It is the affirmation in his tone that sends a thrill up your spine.

His lips against yours are like butter, smooth and silky. He meshes against you so well. He is a drug, an all to encompassing drug that you crave so desperately. You feel limp, simply because you become all to consumed by his presence.

Wrapping your arms gingerly around his neck, your fingers dance with the hair at the nape of his neck. You feel his hands travel up your back, along your neck, and then to the back of your head, where they get lost in your hair. You legs tighten around his waist.

You gasp softly, feeling him against you. When his teeth gently dig into your bottom lip, you groan, barely audible but soft and musical.

You pull back first, breathless. "Will I feel it to? What you're thankful for?"

It's the way your voice is so timid, but teasing. It has taken every ounce of you to ask such questions, cheeks burning red as you drop your gaze. Joe knows you inside out, and he cannot help relish at the way he pulls you into ecstasy with the simplest of actions.

“I'd be a failure if you couldn't" Again, it is the mere calmness of his voice that sends you in a frenzy.

This kiss is deeper, it speaks volumes of his love for you. You shudder when he draws his lips back, an intoxication for one another evident in the other's eyes. An airy breath leaves from between your lips as he kisses your neck. It is not until you feel his teeth graze your sensitive skin do you shift, instinctively drawing his hands to your hips to hold you in place. His hair tickles your skin as he kisses lower, your chest rising and falling in rushed paces. His name falls from within you, a whisper so quiet, he almost misses the way you drag his name in uncontainable desire. He breaks the kiss to undo the buttons against your sternum.

Joe is achingly slow when he begins to draw the dress lower. It is the soft kiss, the bite of your lip, and the way his fingers dance along your skin that drive you insane. He locks your gaze with his own, and observes how you decompose before him. His touch travels down your neck, along your collarbone, down your shoulders, and finally hits fabric. The places he has touched are warm and tender. He pulls your dress down slowly exposing more skin. You groan in dissatisfaction when he draws back. An airy chuckle escapes from his lips, a satisfied look plastered across his face.

"I've got you, easy now, huh?" You nod, obeying entirely.

You slide off the counter, arms wrapping around his neck as your body becomes flushed against his. Your lips mold into one, his arms holding you firmly by the waist. His fingers dig into your sides, earning himself a groan from the back of your throat. Before you can comprehend, he lifts you, carrying you with ease towards the couch.

The lamp in the corner casts a golden hue about the room, the smell of fire burning wood still evident in the air. He sits down, your knees embedded in the cushion, your sex resting against his muscular thigh. Your hands cling to his collar, whimpering as he shifts in his spot, the movement of his thigh against your delicate sex sending electrifying sensations up your body.

"I love you." His words are rushed, as if finding the opportunity to remind you before he unravels your before him completely.It is a brief second, but it is soft, as he cups your face, mumbling words of encouragement as you tell him you love him back, your hips still moving rhythmically. He marvels at the innocence etched on your face, the pink tinge to your cheeks, and the way your body begins to shudder. When your head falls back and sweat glistens on your neck, he holds you, keeping you upright, letting you ride out your first high.

The room fills with the faint moan you expel, the sound bouncing off the walls. Your head falls against Joe, finding comfort in his neck as you catch you breath. His hands trails along your back, whispering sweet nothings in your ears.

With the profound intensity of the moment and the uncontainable shifts of your hips, your dress has fallen past your breasts, revealing pink lace adorning. You sit up, watching as Joe becomes awestruck at the site before him. Love bites litter your neck. Your chest rises and falls profoundly. Lips pink and eyes on fire. You're nodding in approval as he silently seeks permission to rid you of your dress entirely.

As he guides you beneath him, you whimper as his hips press into yours. The fabric of his clothes brushes across your skin, and you pull at his shirt, which soon finds a way to the ground. The skin to skin contact embraces you like a blanket. The fabric of his pants is rough against your legs, but just as you're about to undo his belt, he fulfills the distance between you.

His lips devour yours in a hungry kiss before pulling back. He watches you wither against him, cheeks flushed as his lips trail you neck, along your sternum, and all the way to your navel. You whimper, the sound becoming a faint exclamation of his name, as his fingers travel between you thighs, his eyes burning into yours as he gentlly brushes his fingers against lace.

He works you through slowly, whispering endearing terms and guiding you through a pleasurable high. When your legs begin to shake, your nails dig into his shoulders, and the sounds of your moans and whimpers dance off the walls he knows he has you exactly where he wants.

The rise of your hips draws his fingers to the lace concealing you. He exposes you with such fragility, watching you wither before him. You pull at his hair, knees bent as he find solace between your legs. It is the first sensation of his mouth on you that sends you in an undeniable state of euphoria.

And he shows you, makes you feel, just how thankful he is for you.

[johnwickb1tsch]

bittersweet ~ a yandere!John Wick x fem!reader sunshine/grump coffee shop AU... Part 5 all chapters

-You take him home, and you can't help but stare in awe as you go through the gate. The Wick residence is quite the cabin-style manse, a behemoth in dark painted wood and stone and massive mirrored windows.

“Do you...want to come in?” he offers as you park in the circle drive. “Dog would love to see you.” 

You look at him, not sure if that is code for he would like you to spend more time with him. It’s so hard to read this man. It doesn't seem like he's hitting on you though. Just…being nice? You know he must be lonely, and you truly have nothing better to do. 

“Ok. I can stay for a little while.”

The mudroom leads into the kitchen, which is dark cabinets and black marble countertops. Dog trots up to you immediately upon entrance, snoofing your outreached hands and leaning heavily on your legs. “Hi sweetie,” you say, scratching his side.

“How about a snack?” John offers, opening the refrigerator. “I’m always hungry after a hike.”

“Okay.” 

“Want some coffee? Tea?”

“I can make it, if you show me where your stuff is.”

“No, it’s your day off. Let me take care of you. You always take care of me.”

You're a little dumbfounded, standing in this man’s kitchen who by his own admission, you barely know. Never once have you been invited by any of the wealthy visitors from the coffee shop into their homes. Why would you be?

You aware again of how he towers over you. It makes your very bones weak, when he looks down at you with those shining dark eyes. He does not look away from you, holding your gaze. You don't know why, but you feel a little like a butterfly caught in a spider’s web. 

“Have a seat,” he directs, nodding towards a leather-upholstered stool at the island.

 “Ok...”

You are not used to being taken care of. You’ve been on your own for so long.

You feel a little out of place, and cautiously slide up onto the stool, looking around. It’s an open plan, you can see into the recessed living room with its cavernous ceiling. The house is painted in dark shades, masculine, but very stylish. It's classy but comfortable, with large windows to let in the light and the natural beauty from outside.

Then you watch with more than a little fascination as John sets up a kettle and a French press, then starts putting together a little charcuterie spread on a wooden board. His hands are poetry in motion, and like when he’d helped you with your burn, you cannot look away. He slices artisan sausage and cheese, expensive locally crafted treats from the grocer you can never afford on your ramen budget. They look delicious.  

You feel like quite the honored guest. The kitchen fills with the heavenly scent of coffee as he pours the hot water into the carafe, and you relax slightly.

“You didn’t have to do all this for me, Mr. Wick,” you say as the selection on the charcuterie board expands to sliced apple and herby crackers, still a bit mortified.

 “Call me John,” he insists, looking at you through his hair. Your heart does an extra hard tha-thump in your chest. “And it’s my pleasure, really.”

With sundries in tow you go to the living room, where there are soft leather couches and a rustic walnut wood coffee table. He turns on the gas fireplace, lending the room a warm glow. You notice there are bookshelves flanking the fireplace that rise almost to the ceiling, completely full. This place is incredibly cozy, and as you settle into the cushion you regret already that you’ll have to leave.

Dog clambers up on the couch with you, practically climbing into your lap. You laugh, hugging the affectionate canine as he licks your face, but John gives him a funny look. 

“Is he not allowed on the couch?” you ask, feeling sheepish. 

“Not usually, but I'll let it slide.” He says it with a slight smile, looking at the animal bemusedly. “It's not often we have company.” 

Dog offers a canine smile, undoubtedly well aware that he is getting away with something this special day.

You take a sip of your coffee, and sigh. This is the good stuff. “God. You make better coffee than I do. Why do you even bother to come into the shop when you could just stay here all day?” You could just sit and read in this room for hours, you reckon. Look out the window. Watch the fire, and forget the outside world even exists.

“The shop has its perks,” he says quietly, looking at you out the corner of his eye. As usual, you're not sure if he's talking in double speak. In the end you decide it’s all in your head, and you relax a little more.

After snacking on tasty tidbits and sipping a bit more brew, you look around more. A wrought iron staircase leads up to a landing. You can tell the house sprawls a long way further back than just what you can see. Before you can stop yourself you blurt out, “Do you really live here all alone?”

You’ve never noticed a wedding ring, but then, he’s missingthe appropriate finger.

“Yes.” He looks off into the fire. “I was married once, but she passed away.”

Shit. You and your big fucking mouth.

“Oh. I'm so sorry.”

“Thanks. It seems like it was a lifetime ago now.” He frowns, clearly still deeply pained about it, and you feel so terrible for bringing it up. But sometimes once the scab is open, it's best to remember something good.

“What was her name?”

“Helen.”

“How pretty.”

“Yes. She was...a lovely woman.”

“What was she like?”

He smiles then. It's slight, and completely to himself. But you feel some validation in your train of inquiry. “She was smart, and funny, and she lit up any room she walked into.”

His total opposite, it sounded like. There’s a reason opposites attract, to make a whole. 

He sighs, a forlorn sound that squeezes your heart. “And, I loved her with all my heart.” 

“What a lucky woman,” you say before you can stop yourself. 

You absolutely feel the weight of the sidelong look he pays you this time.

“We had some luck, before she was diagnosed. But when you love someone like that...eternity wouldn't be long enough.”

You're not sure why there are tears in your eyes for someone you never met. 

“I wouldn't know,” you admit. 

No one has ever loved you so much. 

“You're young yet. You will, someday.” You can still feel him looking at you, out the corner of your eye. His gaze has such weight to it, a heady, heavy thing that is like a hand on your skin. 

“I’m not sure I want to,” you admit frankly. “It sounds…terrifying.”

“It is,” he agrees. “But when it hits you...you don't really get a choice.” 

Before you can think of an answer to that, somewhere in the house a phone rings. With a little frown John gets up to answer it. “Make yourself at home,” he tells you. It sounds a bit like an order.  

You take an impossibly soft blanket and drape it over you and dog, snuggling up in the cozy warmth. You don’t really mean to fall asleep, but you close your eyes, and you ae done for.

You dream that someone is gently touching your face, tracing the curve of your cheek ever so lightly.

You only wake up when there's a small noise, and you find John cleaning up what's left of the charcuterie board. 

“Sorry,” he whispers, glaring down at the cheese knife that dared roll off onto the table. 

That he would apologize to you, when you're the one who fell asleep in his house, is pretty absurd.

You sit up a little. The weight of dog has made one of your legs go numb. 

“I'm sorry,” you counter. You are mortified as you wonder if you were snoring. Waking up early for your shift at the coffee house tires you out so badly. It can be hard to have a real life, when you wake up at four in the morning. “I didn't mean to doze. It's so warm and comfortable here.”

He frowns again, but you don’t realize it’s because he’s wondering if you are warm and comfortable in your own tiny apartment. He holds up a hand when he sees you struggling to get free of the blanket. 

“It's alright. Stay as long as you like.” 

He takes what little is left of the sundries back into the kitchen. 

You manage to get up, and stretch, reawakening your limbs. You join him in the kitchen. The sun is hanging low in the sky. It will be dark soon. You have sooo overstayed your welcome, or so you think.

“You might as well stay for dinner now,” John says. As usual, you can't really tell if he's joking. 

He’s not, in fact, but he is being careful about how he handles this delicate thing between you. Seeing you snoozing contentedly on his couch with his dog moved him to his toes, and the notion of keeping you there with him is becoming harder and harder to resist.

It would be so easy, he thinks, just to keep you.

Fat snowflakes have started to fall outside. 

“I think I've imposed on you enough for one day. Thank you, this was nice.” 

He looks out at the snow, which is falling even more heavily now. 

“Sure you want to go out in this?” 

“Right now? Yes. In two hours, probably not.” 

He nods at that, seeming to think on something. “Will you...text me that you've gotten home safe?”

You are finding out that this outwardly stone-faced man has a protective steak that is totally endearing. You never would have guessed from his prickly exterior. 

“Sure. What's your number?”

He tells you, and you punch it into your phone. “Alright. See you later, Mr. Wick.” 

He doesn't correct you, and is it just you, or do his pupils dilate when you call him that? 

Hard to tell, with eyes so dark as his.

There is a pregnant moment between you, in which you wonder if you should offer him a hug, or if that would totally ruin the balance of your companionship. You briefly wonder what he would do if you stood on tiptoe, steadied yourself with a hand on that muscular chest, and kissed him on the cheek, before you decide you need to go.

Later you text him a funny string of emojis involving a house, snowflakes, the wide-eyed smiley, and a penguin, imagining how they would make him scrunch up his brow. 

Does this mean you're home safe? 

Yes, Mr. Wick.

Glad to hear it. Good night, y/n.

[hometoursandotherstuff]

This 2022 home in Acworth, GA is colorful and in the short time since the current owners moved in, they managed to paint and wallpaper nearly every inch of it, but the 7bd, 9ba, 10,348 sq ft home has a pending sale for $2.3m + $267mo HOA. What do you think of the decor?

The entrance to the home is unusual. There's no foyer, hallway, or drop zone, and you immediately see the mezzanine above.

The main living area has a completely open concept layout. There's a fireplace with a rustic mantle to match the ceiling beams.

Between the living room and kitchen there's a large dining table.

However, there's also a separate formal dining room.

The kitchen is quite large. I like the big island and tons of storage.

In addition to all the kitchen storage, there's a pantry.

In this hallway, it looks like a place for outerwear, etc.

And, have you ever seen a livelier laundry room?

The huge primary bedroom soars up 2 levels and has a sitting area in front of a fireplace.

Look at the size of the shower in the en-suite.

There's a big dressing room, also.

The home library has lots of shelving and an interesting light fixture.

Here's a very lively guest powder room.

Up on the mezzanine you can see the front doors below.

Look at how cute this big bedroom is. It's a children's bedroom and each has a cubby.

Lovely soft pastel bath.

The bedrooms are all so large.

There are 10 very colorful baths in the home. I like the turquoise tile.

This child's room has a cute mural behind the bed.

This is the children's playroom.

Downstairs there's a very large rec room with a fireplace and a full kitchen.

This is a cool room- it's got a sunken hot tub and looks like a spa.

There's also a sizeable home theater.

I don't know if this setup will convey.

Behind the house there's a pool and 2 levels of covered patios. 2.29 acre lot

Look at the golf course.

Plenty of tennis courts, too, plus a clubhouse.

https://www.zillow.com/homes/4944-Oglethorpe-Loop-NW-Acworth,-GA-30101_rb/337341748_zpid/

[midnighthazee]

Greenridge ABO Series

Greenridge Aesthetic/Pics of Inspo

I'm a very visual person in case you couldn't tell...🙈 so I thought I would add some pictures to help you see what I envisioned for the Greenridge pack house! I've started showing more of the house so now you can get an idea of how it looks. Hope you like!

Obviously the pics aren't exact but I found as best I could. Thanks to Pinterest and the AI feature on Canvas!!

Series Masterlist Masterlist

As you've seen before, the back of the house. 3 Stories, walk out basement leads to the backyard and full property. Basement level includes med room, living space with a bar, a guest bedroom and bath, and an exercise room. Main level has a Chan's room, kitchen, dining, living room, Chan's office. Upstairs is the rest of the bedrooms. Massive house lol

Basement living area and bar space. Doors lead out to backyard. Behind the camera view is the stair case and other rooms.

Med Room and Exercise room in the basement.

Living Room. Fireplace like so - framed by windows. Just add a flatscreen above the mantle. Couch like this facing the fireplace, back to the kitchen.

Kitchen. Let's mix the two pics. The kitchen is white with the wood ceiling, bright with a big window and has a large island. But like the right pic, the barstools are on the outer side of the island, and it faces the living room like so. And the dining table is on the side of windows, facing the view.

BEDROOMS! This was really fun!

*These are all my opinions on what fits each character. Pls don't attack me lol*

Chan's Bedroom and Closet. First floor and immaculate. Large and spacious, his bed is huge. Has a fireplace and sitting area on the side. Lovely view of the property with private balcony. Vaulted ceiling. Closet is fancy and organized!!

Chan's Bathroom. Custom work for his master ensuite. Spacious and usually pretty clean. Double sinks, private toilet room, and this lovely stone shower and standing tub. (The depth seems off so it's probably AI but use ur imagination)

Minho's Bedroom and closet. I feel he's very clean. And he gives rich vibes so I know his closet is pristine. Usually yelling at Jisung for his messy room.

Minho's Bathroom. Like a master en suite, he's got the full tub and a shower. Also kept very clean.

Changbin's Room and closet. I feel like his closet would be organized and low-key fancy. IDK why this pic just seemed to fit him lol

Changbin and Jeongin's Shared bathroom. They share since Changbin is Head Beta and Jeongin is a new alpha.

Jeongin's Room and closet. I feel like he would keep his surroundings slightly messy but not as bad as Jisung. He's got enough on his plate to balance to worry about his room okay. As for his closet, he's gotten more into fashion so he takes care of his clothes.

Hyunjin's Room and Closet. I feel like he would have a clean room and organized closet. Doubt he would have a tv in there tho, so replace it with your fav piece of his art ;)

Hyunjin and Jisung's Shared bathroom. Jisung usually leaves a mess when he's done and Hyunjin yells at him.

Jisung's Bedroom and closet. Just make his room also messy since he's confirmed that's usually how it is LOL.

Felix's Room. I feel like he would have a pretty color and not too messy of a closet. The ray of sunshine also needs a big window to enjoy the sunshine.

Felix's and Seungmin's Shared Bath. No tub. They do a good job of keeping it clean.

Seungmin's Room and Closet. He gives me modern vibes so his room is decorated more modern than the others. His closet would def be organized as well.

Y/N's Room and closet. Rustic feel but still super cozy. Was a guest bedroom and will be more personalized as you nest. Light colors to make you feel safe and free.

Y/N's Bath. Small and simple. No tub just a shower. Maybe one of the boys will let you use their tub ;)

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[recitedemise]

𝗚𝗮𝗹𝗲'𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘄𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀. Nestled along the coast of Waterdeep, it is both sunlight and the insistent cling of salt that Gale's grown to find exceedingly soothing. It is the bastion of his comforts, outfitted with a grand assortment of a thousand enchantments. Charmed, it is far larger on the inside than it appears on the outside, and nestled in its rooms wade about a million secrets. A wizard's tower, after all, should be as much an enigma as the mage themselves.

Entryway.

Upon entering Gale's home, one would be welcomed by a sectioned off room, the house separating its guests from the rest beyond this point. It is nondescript, all deep woods with the warmth of a far away fire, sure, but plainly put, is not what one expects from a wizard's home. There is a mirror by the door, and before it, a little end table with an aging candelabra. There is a thick, fine drape that rests snug at the arch walling off the tower's entryway, and there is a plush, old rug sat in front of the door. Framed, there hangs a painting of a garden by the right-most wall. The decor is dated, speaking of an aesthetic veering on 'dark academia' and here, there is an enhancement Gale placed to thwart those not explicitly welcomed--hold person, in the rug, can hold you still.

But at least the shy smattering of hanging plants can keep you company.

The first floor: Entry way, living room, kitchen, and washroom.

After exiting the entryway, one would at last enter a hall, short, that leads to a cozy and admittedly half-cluttered room. Here, there is a coffee table, some leather seats in a shade of hemlock-green, and a winding staircase--fit with a red stair runner-- that goes, up, up, up (again, enchanted, some time manipulation steeped in the runner to shorten walk-time). In fact, should one look up, one would think Gale has furnished twelve floors at least, the ceiling like a pinprick with rich deep-gold tiles. It's evident this floor's hardly used, however, beyond the kitchen that is sat snug and half-walled off from the adjoining living room. The seats seem seldom used, not a crack or wrinkle in their delicate upholstery, and the cups lines in Gale's kitchen never used beyond the one. There's several books splayed about, a knitted blanket Morena had made him some decades ago--purple, his favorite, shade, of course--thrown about the sofa, and a myriad of paintings lined on the walls. There's a hanging light in the fashion of some brassy armillary. In the built-in shelves in the paneled walls, there rests even more books with some decanters of whiskey. There rests a wide circular window fit with an alcove right at the center wall, too, with a darling view of the waters with some hanging candles.

Beside the living room, the kitchen--again, very frequently used--waits, charmed with a fire that seems always to burn (safely, of course). At all times, something fragrant lingers within it, be it darling, spice-fruit tartlet or a succulent rack of ribs or lamb. Here, the fashion is a touch more rustic in nature, more dark-red bricks and taupe woods. Over his oven--black iron, a simple cast wood stove--rests an overhang of herbs, dried and half-self grown with the pots by his open windowsill, and the other half purchased from the ladies at the markets. He's a sizable coldbox charmed with a suspended chromatic orb of frost (it pulses, giving perpetual cool to the contents inside), beside countertops filled with all manner of jars. Gale makes his own jams, his favorite being a delightful, tart raspberry, and it with its fruity sisters and brothers rests bottled up with delightful cloths. Gale spends much time in here, and it's plain to see he lavishes it with love. Always, there is something delightful set up by the island counter that looks off into the rest of the living room--like a cake stand piled generously with something exquisitely vanilla. With a door nearby, Gale would explain it leads to his little pantry of hundur sauce. There, one will find, too, his notable collection of both red and white wines. An evening with Gale Dekarios is an evening with a five course meal.

The washroom set off by the staircase is humble, a tap of flowing water charmed to flow and stop when you so wish it. There is an ornate mirror, some suspended flowers there for a spot of freshness, and lit candles for ambiance. The small of something earthy and not too overbearing hangs everywhere, steeped in the towels and the wood of the little medicine cabinet.

The second floor: Two bedrooms, with their own personal bathrooms.

Here, you will find Gale's bedroom, and beside it, a spare. To note, no one ever uses that guest room considering, well, one would need guests to start off with. All the same, no would-be over-night stay would find themselves wanting. The guest room, adequately sized, opens up to face a wide, stained glass window-modestly so, just to allow some shades of gold to lick along the floors. A thick curtain dresses it up, its color a burgundy wine that pairs well with the dark woods and surge of white in the bedding. The best itself is a four post one, no veils yet to hang off of them. The large dresser is empty save for some spare things Gale has put in for Tara (spare collars, for example) and a couple of blankets he's never once used. It has its own bathroom as well, its tub charmed to, again, spill water and stopper it whenever you so wish. It's everything you need should you ever stay here, but admittedly, stripped just a bit of any personality.

Gale's room, however, is ride with personality. Here, you will find all manner of trinkets and wide-eyed wonders. It's dark wood again, and lived in, is effectively cluttered. There are books strewn everywhere, laid out on the floors despite two of four whole walls filled completely with tomes. He's a window at the one wall, opening to the scene of the city clamoring just beyond, its windowsill decorated with cups of wine, tea tins, and some pots of terracotta for when he deigns to play gardener. He's a large armillary in a state of perpetual spin, aligned with the real-time turning of the stars. His bed is large, a bed tray usually atop of it with smattering of peeled fruit and his read for the morning, sheets a dark, rich brown with the bedposts taken in dark-green curtains. There's a bed for Tara, too, laid there by one of his growing stacks of ancient reads. His carpet is patterned, a sliver of white to help brighten the space, with some cat toys strewn here and there and an armoire that's charmed much larger on the inside. Beside his bed, there rests Gale's private bathroom. It's impressive, tiled beige with dark woods that border on chestnut black. He's a whole array of bath salts, lotions and creams and shampoos and conditioners, everything combining to capture ascent of sage and jasmine sweetened just a sliver with a persimmon hue. His tub is actually dipped into the floors, a standing shower merely an overhang spout in the space beside the tub. There is incense here, too, that wafts at times with the hot steam of his usual luxurious baths--Gale, let it be known, a sucker for a spot of finery.

The third floor: Dedicated solely to Gale's office and study--dressed up with a terrace. Inside the study, Gale keeps his inheritance and riches.

Going up the stairs this floor has no landing. In fact, it's only a passing door before one continues traveling up towards the rooftops. The door is unassuming, something old and ancient with brass knockers as handles. However, belying its normalcy is the swell of magic and light that glows from crystals within.

This room is what we are most familiar with: it is, as we have seen in game, Gale's study. And yes, it is by and large, Gale's most favored room--kitchen notwithstanding. Here, Gale's study is less a study and more a keep of ancient texts. His walls are littered with them, the copious amount of shelves not enough to cradle their wealth. Stacks of loose tomes can be found crawling up, up, up for the ceiling everywhere, and each one, he'll tell you, is one he's read once before--evidently not faking it like every other bookworm. He knows where each one seems to lay by heart, even the four hundredth manual in an uninspiring shade of brown. He's a crackling hearth, one he's charmed to run forever on and on, with a single chair and a sofa-too-many. He's a statue in a wait-high sizes dedicated to Mystra. He's spent more hours than he'd confess to kneeling before them, a memory he's no rush to indulge in again with any delight, both scrolls and flowers wreathing it like humble offerings. He's a piano he's manipulated to play when he desires, something of a tune that runs very soft and relaxed. At times, Gale himself will even pluck away the keys, the piano chair before it housing some rough compositions.

In this study, one will find a door, locked, to what houses whatever is of Gale's inheritance. Beside that door, one will also find the double doors to his brilliant terrace, outfitted with plants, a rug, and sun-warm sofa. Here, Gale likes to idle away his time, Tara in his lap and some wine on his tongue. In his year in solitude, he would rest here often, looking over the lullabied waters and its quiet ripples... Half mad, half yearning, and entirely wistful.

One can find some empty bottles of wine here with a heavy heart.

The fourth floor: A smaller room, something like an observatory.

Humble but absolutely dazzling, the top floor opens up to a darling observatory of sorts--not a proper room, no, but a mere floor with a railing that looks down to the lower, three-most levels. Here, the ceiling--again, those rich tiles of brown and gold--rest above your head, wide and unobscured of even a hanging light. Instead, there are candelabras set up about this book-littered room (with pillows, too, and a nice rug set up for casually laying) that flicker and whisper with its crackling song. Laid down on this floor, one would look up to that so-bare ceiling...and when Gale so whispers it, says those magical words, the ceiling seems to suddenly disappear, replaced with a ripple of the view of the stars. Here, Gale can trace the course of the twinkling cosmos. Immediately, the shine of the stars come to pale the combined wash of the candles, the atmosphere impossibly drusy and gauzy like silk. Gale likes it up here, relaxing in the majesty of the moon. Sometimes, he will find Tara flapping her wings here, a little trapdoor to the rightmost wall for her to come and go from when she desires. They will cuddle up together as she speaks about her nightly escapades of feline devilry. Gale, in a nest of pillows, will patiently listen.

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Made some notes on Monkey King's new house cause I think it's neat.

The outside:

the house sits on its own island, separated from the bigger island (broken off more like, but he did it very carefully)

it's connected to the mainland by a magic chain so that the island doesn't float away

the house itself is on the higher part of the island and is very difficult to reach if you dont know how to climb and/or fly, though there is a path upwards that is hidden from view

the big gate at the end of that path is never locked but there is a magic seal on it that prevents everyone other than him, his monkeys, and some other monkeys (and one angel) from entering. everyone else gets blasted away when they try to open it

behind the gate there is a courtyard (see pic. 2 for reference)

and a small house (see pic. 3 for reference)

4 bedrooms, 1 bathroom (inside), 1 bathroom (outside)

The inside:

the inside of the place is very rustic, most of the furniture looks handmade (and probably is)

not a lot of things in general, at least not in the main rooms

does have a TV and a game system

lots of plants

LOTS of monkeys in and around the house

his own bedroom has another seal that doesn't let anyone in except him

his bedroom has a LOT of sentimental junk in it. ask me about his sentimental junk

and a hammock bed, hung above a regular bed. he uses it when there are no guests sleeping over

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Silence. The absence of sound, the lack of noise, the dreadful quiet that had taken her home hostage. Behind the guest room door lie a motionless beast who has not awakened in days. What will happen when his eyes finally open? Will he obliterate everything in his path immediately? Scenarios of all kinds would flood the mind during those dark nights, unable to sleep, knowing he could move at a moment's notice. She prayed he would never wake, to be sealed behind that door forever. And yet, the very notion of conversing with the cicada at all was enough to take him into her house from the start.

As more days pass, the exhaustion of waiting has finally caught up with Honeydew. Unsteady hands run across her complexion, having dropped a glass of water that had listlessly slipped from her fingertips. Upon reaching for the dustpan did she overhear the sounds of footsteps, so unusual and precisely taken. In a cold sweat did she eventually turn to face him, the Bio Android standing just an arm's length away. She forced the quake of her body to settle down, mustering the courage needed to utter the only word that bubbled from her mouth.

“...Hello?”

A blank expression was all he could offer, at least at first. It was as if he was processing what was said to him, to connect with the idea he was being spoken to. He hastily jerked his neck to crack it, nearly causing the farmer to leap from her own skin.

“...Hello.” He muttered, making direct eye contact with the woman. 

She hasn’t the faintest idea what he could be thinking, which is all the more frightening-- but he doesn’t appear to be hostile. Lost for words, she almost forgets to pick up the glass that scattered the wooden floor below. A swift clean up, she would cautiously guide the cicada towards the rustic kitchen table to be seated across from herself. A familiar silence gripped their throats, Honey would soon be the first to cave by stating who she was, what she does for a living, and how she found him on that beach.

Although he hadn’t made his frustrations obvious, his fists would ball tightly as he tuned her out. Cell is his name, and it's all he has left. So alien and meaningless, but it is the only true connection with his past. Like an unfinished book, symphony, or a painting, Cell instinctively yearned for completion. To be whole again, but how? Where to begin? This babbling human is already a bit irritating, but he hasn’t the option to be picky. As far as he’s concerned, she’s the only real help he can get.

Dawn slowly crawls to dusk, having spent the majority of the day simply talking. Cell barely assured he would not kill her outright if she assists in his recovery. In turn, Honeydew agreed to let him stay at the farm, so long as he could lend a helping hand on the island. A begrudging compromise for both parties, but one that was necessary for mutual benefit. 

Over the next 2 months, things have become far stranger than either could have ever anticipated.

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The property is obviously intended with numerous generations in mind. The two-storey cottage is roomy, with a number of dissimilar spaces for groups to hang out in. Upstairs, there’s the beautiful open plan kitchen and lounge which supervises the stunning Spring Lake. We stayed in autumn when the trees that lined the shores. Were an attractive array of autumn colours ruby reds, vivid golds and burnt oranges.

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With 18 staying under one roof, things could get a little hectic, but the project of The Bunkie guarantees this is unlikely to happen. In addition to the many spaces, the property’s high ceilings and floor to ceiling windows mean the property senses spacious, while the state-of-the-art design retains it cosy, warm and near.

As is the case with most rooms at The Bunkie, the master bedroom comes with a spectacular lake sight for guests securing FIFA World Cup Hospitality Tickets and so does its contiguous bathroom. The interior here is modest and, quite rightly, lets the sights outside do the talking.

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After a day on the lake, a cosy campfire calls, surrounded by wooden chairs and piles of logs to burn. It is a picture-perfect setting to toast marshmallows and tell fireside stories. If you’re looking to explore the local area, a number of spectacular Provincial Parks await. We drove to visit Arrowhead Provincial Park, which more than full our desire for hiking and traveling.

Here, you can walk along the scenic paths, go biking, or take a leisurely stroll to relish the vibrant autumn colours. Whilst there we were lucky sufficient to hear wolves loud and see symbols that we were sharing the trail with local bears Don’t worry, you’re not likely to meeting one in person. Built in 1888 as a lavish stop on the lately created railroad, the Fairmont Banff Springs still upholds its reputation as Canada’s Castle in the Rockies for guests securing Canada Hospitality Tickets.

FIFA World Cup Hospitality Tickets: Fairmont Chateau Lake Louise Heritage Meets Modern Luxury

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How to Choose the Right Villa in Corfu for Your Holiday Style

Choosing the right Corfu villa depends on what you want. Families might look for pools and beaches. Couples might want quiet spots with sea views. Corfu has everything from old estates to modern beach homes.

Start by thinking about what your group needs. Match your needs with what Corfu offers.

Key Takeaways

Corfu’s villas suit families, couples, and luxury travelers alike.

Location matters: coastal areas offer beach access; countryside villas provide peace.

Check reviews and amenities like pools or kitchens for comfort.

Budget options exist without sacrificing quality or scenic views.

Book early for popular villas during peak seasons.

Discovering Corfu's Unique Charm: Why Villa Stays Excel

Corfu’s holiday homes, like the ones from Prestige Luxury Villas, are more than places to stay. They open doors to the island's heart. You can dive into local culture or find peace in the quiet. Each villa, from old stone houses to new escapes, mixes comfort with true island life.

The Authentic Greek Experience

Villas in traditional villages share Corfu's rich history. Owners tell tales of the island. Guests can cook with local foods and find secret beaches.

Seasonal rentals come with staff who know the best spots. They help you enjoy an authentic Greek experience off the beaten path.

Privacy and Freedom: The Villa Advantage

Leave behind the noise of hotels. Private villas offer:

Private pools and gardens for quiet time

Chefs or concierge services for your taste

Flexible plans for dining and exploring

Seasonal Considerations for Your Stay

Summer is warm and full of festivals. But, shoulder seasons (April-May or September-October) are cooler and cheaper. Winter is quiet, perfect for couples or small groups.

Every season in Corfu has its own charm. From olive harvest tours in autumn to sunset dinners in summer. Plan ahead to enjoy the best of your stay.

Luxury Beachfront Villas in Corfu for Sea Lovers

Corfu's coasts have many luxury seafront homes for everyone. You can find villas by the sea, in quiet coves, or by harbors. These Corfu coastal properties mix beauty with being close to the ocean.

Northeast Coast: Sophisticated Retreats

Villas in Kassiopi and Agni on Corfu's northeast coast are peaceful. Luxury seafront accommodation here has infinity pools and private areas. You can eat at harborside restaurants with views of the Ionian Sea.

West Coast: Sunset-View Properties

West Coast oceanview villas in Paleokastritsa and Glyfada offer stunning views. Watch the sunset from places like Tifonas, where pools seem to meet the sky. These spots are great for couples or those wanting peace.

South Coast: Family-Friendly Beach Escapes

South Corfu's beaches are perfect for families. Villas here have paths to private beaches, great for kids. Beachfront villas in Corfu like Fortouna have pools with jacuzzis and are close to Alonaki Bay Taverna. Maid service adds to the comfort without losing privacy.

Looking for sunset views or family-friendly beaches? Corfu's coastal villas offer amazing stays. Look into Fortouna for the best mix of luxury and location.

Countryside Escapes: Rural Villas for Peace Seekers

Places like the Ropa Valley or near Mount Pantokrator offer more than views. You'll find private pools, gardens, and wellness areas. Families and couples can explore:

Hiking trails through olive groves

Traditional village markets

Wine tastings at local vineyards

Wake up in a stone-built olive grove villa with terraced hills views. Adventure lovers can mountain bike or go on guided walks. Evenings are for village tavernas with fresh cheeses and honey.

These Corfu countryside villas offer a deep dive into Corfu's culture. Visit villages like Krini or Gastouri for history and tradition. Check out curated options for a mix of comfort and rustic charm.

Family-Friendly Villa Features to Look For

When choosing family villas in Corfu, look for places that make your trip easy. A good child-friendly accommodation means everyone is safe and comfy.

Pool Safety Considerations

Make sure pools have safe fences, depth signs, and villa pools with safety features like alarms. Non-slip floors and shallow areas are key for little ones. Many villas have special safety gear on request.

Multi-Room Configurations

Multi-bedroom villas should fit your family's needs. Choose ones with rooms that connect for little kids or private areas for teens. Villas with bunk beds, separate dining, and extra bathrooms make life easier.

Entertainment Options

Find villas with entertainment facilities like table tennis, board games, or outdoor play. Smart TVs and good Wi-Fi keep everyone happy. Some villas even have kids’ clubs or activity kits.

Proximity to Family Activities

Choose villas close to child-friendly accommodation spots like Lefkimi’s beaches or the Achilleion Palace. Being near playgrounds, bike paths, and family restaurants makes your stay better without travel stress.

Romantic Hideaways: Intimate Villas for Couples

Corfu has romantic villas perfect for couples. They are great for honeymoons, anniversaries, or just to reconnect. The island's villas are designed for two, making every moment special.

Secluded Settings with Panoramic Views

Find couples retreats in hidden bays or on hilltops. Many villas have views of the Ionian Sea. You can watch the sunrise from terraces or infinity pools.

Private paths lead to secret beaches. Private gardens keep you hidden away.

Luxury Amenities for Two

Luxury villas for two have private pools and outdoor showers. Suites have king beds and premium linens. Some have private terraces for stargazing.

Staff can set up in-villa spa treatments. This adds to the romance.

Proximity to Romantic Dining and Experiences

Budget-Conscious Options Without Sacrificing Experience

Planning a vacation doesn't mean you need to spend a lot. Affordable villas in Corfu offer privacy and charm at a lower price. Look for off-season deals in May-June or September-October. Prices are lower, and the weather is still nice.

Many budget-friendly accommodation options have private pools, terraces, and local flair. This means you get a lot for your money.

For a budget-friendly stay, head inland. Find economical holiday rentals with all you need. Smaller value villas near villages or a short drive from beaches save money.

They still keep the authentic feel. Families or groups can split costs by booking larger properties. This makes stays even more affordable.

Book early for off-season deals—some villas offer discounts up to 50%.

Look for villas with full kitchens to cut dining costs.

Consider self-catering options—many value villas include cooking essentials.

Forget cramped hostels. Even mid-range budget-friendly accommodation in places like Lefkimi or Krini Gorge offers shaded courtyards. Local markets are nearby, and coastal attractions are easy to reach.

Prioritize what matters most—sun, space, and savings. You don't have to sacrifice comfort.

Securing Your Dream Corfu Villa: Booking Tips and Timing

Planning ahead is key when booking villas in Corfu. Popular spots sell out 6–12 months before summer. So, start early to get your dream villa. Check Corfu villa availability in shoulder seasons for better prices and fewer people.

Early villa reservation tips include comparing prices. Look on Airbnb or local agencies for the best deals.

Timing is everything: book 9–12 months in advance for the best villas. Direct bookings offer personal service, while agencies help during your stay. Make sure to ask about payment, cancellation, and what's included.

Always check secure villa payment methods and read reviews to avoid scams. Look out for red flags like unclear policies or bad photos. Last-minute deals might pop up 2–3 weeks before, but being flexible helps.

Good communication with owners or agents is key to avoid surprises. A well-planned booking makes your Corfu trip perfect, whether it's a romantic getaway or a family vacation.

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4 Luxury Modular Kitchen Designs That Will Elevate Your Home in 2025

The kitchen is no longer just a space for meal prep; it’s the heart of the modern home. A sophisticated kitchen design can elevate the aesthetic of your entire house, creating a balance between luxury, functionality, and personality. Whether you're renovating or building your dream home, modular kitchens offer the ideal blend of style and practicality.

From sleek finishes to smart functionality, modern modular kitchens have transformed the way we think about this essential space. They embody innovation while providing seamless integration with contemporary lifestyles. Below, we unveil four luxury modular kitchen designs set to define 2025, catering to every taste and need.

1. Sleek and Minimalistic High-Gloss Modular Kitchen

Design Features:

Simplicity meets sophistication in a high-gloss modular kitchen. With clean lines and a streamlined aesthetic, this design is the epitome of minimalism.

High-gloss finishes for a reflective, polished look 

Hidden handles for a seamless appearance 

Neutral color palettes like white, black, and shades of gray 

Premium materials, including lacquered glass and acrylic

Benefits:

Thanks to its modern layout and premium materials, this kitchen design doesn’t just look chic but is also highly functional. 

The smooth, reflective surfaces are easy to clean and maintain, perfect for busy households. 

It maximizes light reflection, making even smaller spaces feel bigger and brighter. 

Its minimalist approach creates a clutter-free, organized space. 

Best For:

This design is a perfect fit for contemporary homes that lean toward minimalist interiors. It complements open-floor plans and sophisticated living areas. If you're an urban homeowner looking for simplicity with a luxurious edge, this is for you.

2. Open-Concept Modular Kitchen with Island

Design Features:

This layout emphasizes functionality and sociability. 

A central island equipped with built-in appliances or extra prep space 

Open shelving to keep essentials on hand while adding visual appeal 

An integrated flow between cooking and living areas for a spacious, unified aesthetic 

Benefits:

Promotes social interaction, making it a go-to choice for those who entertain often. 

Efficient space utilization with its balanced design of storage and open areas. 

Multifunctionality allows the kitchen island to double as a workspace, dining area, or serving station. 

Best For:

Ideal for spacious homes and open-floor plans where the kitchen flows effortlessly into the living area. This design is especially suited for family homes or those who frequently entertain guests.

3. Luxury Modular Kitchen with Smart Appliances

Blending technology with luxury, this kitchen design belongs to those who appreciate efficiency and innovation. 

Integrated smart technology, including refrigerators with touchscreen displays, touchless faucets, and voice-controlled lighting 

Custom storage solutions for a clean, clutter-free environment 

Durable, high-tech materials like scratch-resistant smart countertops 

Benefits:

Enjoy ultimate convenience with automated processes and intelligent appliances. 

Ideal for tech-savvy homeowners, this kitchen keeps pace with the latest innovations. 

Its energy-efficient appliances not only support environmental sustainability but also reduce long-term utility costs. 

Best For:

Smart kitchens are perfect for busy households, tech enthusiasts, and eco-conscious homeowners. Opt for this design if you prioritize both functionality and cutting-edge aesthetics. 

Explore the latest trends in luxury design with modular kitchens tailored to smart living needs.

4. Rustic Luxury Modular Kitchen with Natural Elements

Design Features:

For those who enjoy a cozy, welcoming ambiance, rustic kitchens offer an earthy charm combined with a touch of elegance.

Use of natural materials, such as wood, stone, and even polished concrete 

Open shelving, exposed beams, and vintage-inspired hardware for a timeless appeal 

Earthy tones like rich browns, warm greens, and neutrals to create a cozy ambiance 

Benefits:

Adds an element of organic warmth while maintaining a high-end feel. 

Blends contemporary functionality with rustic aesthetics. 

Offers timeless visual appeal paired with customized modern solutions. 

Best For:

This design is ideal for homes with a country-style or rustic-chic aesthetic. It’s also perfect for anyone looking to balance luxury with a strong connection to nature.

Why Invest in a Luxury Modular Kitchen? 

The kitchen is the focal point of modern homes, and an intelligently-designed modular kitchen enhances its aesthetic and functional value. From saving time in meal preparation to spending memorable evenings with guests, these luxury designs don’t just meet your needs but exceed them.

Incorporating a modular kitchen not only enhances your home's functionality but also boosts its overall value, making it a smart investment for future resale. Whether you’re drawn to high-tech innovations or a rustic charm, modular solutions can be customized to perfectly suit your lifestyle.

Plan Your Dream Kitchen Today 

Are you ready to bring one of these stunning modular kitchen designs to life? Our team of experts is here to help. Whether you're curious about luxury modular kitchens or need professional insights into interior design in Chennai, we've got you covered. Contact us today for a personalized consultation and start crafting your dream kitchen for 2025.

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Would you spend $3.295M on a VERY rustic estate? It was built in 1810 and originally redone for singer Johnny Cash in Hendersonville, TN. Sycamore Homestead is currently the home compound of master builder Braxton Dixon. Main house, 2 guest homes, barn, tea room and smoke house reconstructed from pre-civil war log structures were relocated to this property. 6bds, 5ba.

It has sort of a broody type of appeal.

Open concept main floor includes the kitchen.

Look at the size of the dining table attached to the island.

Kitchen's okay, but not terribly impressive. The slate floors were mined from the site.

Another, less formal sitting room.

Stairs to the bedrooms.

Beautiful etched glass on the door to the primary bedroom.

Display loft above the bed.

Looks like the bath has folding doors to close off the window when you're using the toilet.

This room has nice shelving plus a loft. Like the fireplace and closet doors.

This room also has a nice fireplace and a built-in corner cabinet.

The sky is blue, so I don't think it's the weather, but the place looks dreary.

Guesthouse on the property.

This is a nice place. I'd rent it out.

I like this one better, it's more interesting.

It's smaller, but unique.

The largest one is very cool.

It has some cool features like a grindstone in the wall.

Beautiful ancient fireplace.

Lovely details.

The bath looks medieval.

Covered bridge leading up to the property.

The property measures 5.84 acres.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/42394403_zpid/

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best beach resorts in havelock

Havelock Island, officially known as Swaraj Dweep, is renowned for its pristine beaches and vibrant marine life, making it a sought-after destination in the Andaman and Nicobar Islands. The island offers a variety of beach resorts that cater to diverse preferences and budgets. Here are some notable options: lets discuss about best beach resorts in havelock

1. Sandyy Wavess Beach Resort

Located near the famous Radhanagar Beach, Sandyy Wavess offers luxurious accommodations with modern amenities. Guests can enjoy beachfront views, an in-house restaurant serving local and international cuisines, and easy access to water sports activities.

2. Silver Sand Beach Resort

Nestled amidst swaying palms, Silver Sand Beach Resort provides elegantly designed cottages and villas. The resort boasts a private beach area, a multi-cuisine restaurant, and organizes activities like scuba diving and snorkeling for its guests.

3. Blue Island Beach Resort

Situated on Beach No. 5, Blue Island Beach Resort offers rustic cottages that blend seamlessly with the natural surroundings. Guests can relax on the private beach, indulge in local seafood delicacies, and explore nearby coral reefs.

4. Barefoot at Havelock

This eco-friendly resort is located near Radhanagar Beach and offers cottages made from sustainable materials. Barefoot emphasizes a harmonious blend with nature, providing guests with yoga sessions, Ayurvedic treatments, and guided nature walks.

5. Munjoh Ocean Resort

Munjoh Ocean Resort offers spacious villas and suites with personalized services. The resort features a private beach, an in-house dive center, and organizes fishing trips, making it ideal for adventure enthusiasts.

When planning a stay in Havelock Island, it's advisable to book in advance, especially during peak tourist seasons, to ensure availability at these sought-after resorts.

hope this blog about best beach resort in havelock island will be helpful for you.

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How Sunshine Coast Builders Tailor Homes to Your Needs

Building a new home is an exciting yet challenging process. It’s about turning your dream into reality, from design and planning to selecting the right materials and final touches. On the Sunshine Coast, home builders are experts in crafting unique spaces that reflect the region’s laid-back lifestyle while catering to individual needs and preferences. Whether you're building a family home, a luxury retreat, or a modest beach shack, Sunshine Coast builders can tailor your home to perfectly suit your vision.

In this article, we’ll take you through how Sunshine Coast home builders go beyond standard designs, offering tailored solutions that suit your lifestyle, tastes, and budget. You’ll learn why opting for local expertise is key and how experienced builders here make the journey stress-free, while keeping that 'Aussie' warmth at the heart of it all.

Why Customisation Matters

Every person or family has unique requirements when it comes to their living space. This is why opting for tailored construction rather than picking from a generic set of pre-designed houses can completely transform your experience of owning a home. Here are some of the most important reasons why choosing custom designs with Sunshine Coast builders makes a real difference:

Reflecting Personal Style: A custom-built home allows you to incorporate your personality and tastes. Whether you’re passionate about clean minimalist designs or prefer a rustic coastal cottage, your builder will bring your ideas to life.

Optimising Space: Builders don’t just create homes—they create functional, comfortable spaces that will work for you. This might mean custom cabinetry for your kitchen or altering floor plans to accommodate specific lifestyle needs.

Future-Proofing Your Home: A tailored home offers you the flexibility to plan for future changes, whether that involves adding another room for a growing family or integrating more sustainable features for long-term cost savings.

Sunshine Coast Builders Understand the Local Lifestyle

Living on the Sunshine Coast is a dream for many Australians, thanks to its glorious weather, beaches, and vibrant community. But to truly live in harmony with the surroundings, your home needs to blend well with the outdoor, beachside lifestyle.

Here’s why working with builders who understand the local scene is vital:

Beach-Inspired Designs: If you’re building close to the beach, materials and design need to cope with saltwater exposure. Sunshine Coast builders know the most effective ways to ensure your home stands up to the coastal weather, ensuring durability and style.

Indoor-Outdoor Flow: Living on the Sunshine Coast is all about outdoor living, so your home should have plenty of open space, seamless transitions between indoors and outdoors, and designs that encourage natural light and ventilation. Builders know exactly how to incorporate large windows, glass sliding doors, and covered decks to maximise views of the coast and hinterland.

Eco-Friendly Living: The Sunshine Coast region has made great strides in supporting sustainable and eco-friendly living, and builders here are adept at integrating energy-efficient designs, solar power, water tanks, and sustainable materials, which all help reduce your carbon footprint and running costs.

Tailored Floor Plans and Designs

Every family has different space requirements. Some need multiple bedrooms, a dedicated home office, or a playroom for the kids, while others might require open-plan living and huge kitchen islands for entertaining guests. The flexibility of custom builds means your builder can deliver the most fitting floor plan according to your needs.

Whether you have a large block of land or you're working with a smaller plot, Sunshine Coast builders will create designs that maximise space while ensuring optimal flow from room to room. Here’s a breakdown of how they adjust to meet your needs:

Larger Families: Builders will design spacious floor plans to accommodate your entire family comfortably, with larger living areas, additional storage, and multiple bathrooms.

Retirement Homes: Builders can customise designs to suit people looking for a quieter, more low-maintenance lifestyle in a retirement home. Think wider hallways, easy-to-reach cupboards, and low-step showers for easy mobility.

Smaller Homes for Singles or Couples: Not everyone needs large spaces. Builders on the Sunshine Coast can easily design compact but stylish homes that make full use of space and still pack all the charm of a larger residence.

Open-Plan Living Areas: Open-plan designs are becoming increasingly popular for modern families. Sunshine Coast home builders can design kitchens, dining areas, and living rooms in a way that feels both spacious and integrated, perfect for family gatherings and entertaining guests.

The Role of Materials and Quality Craftsmanship

Building a dream home goes beyond just a custom design—it’s about the materials used and the craftsmanship behind every wall and surface. The Sunshine Coast’s unique climate requires materials that can handle the heat, humidity, and in some areas, the salty ocean breezes. Experienced builders will be able to suggest materials suited to the area while balancing your design ideas with durability.

Whether it's timber, steel, or composite materials, your builder will know what works best in this environment. Builders also understand the importance of quality craftsmanship, ensuring everything from plumbing and electrical works to paint and fixtures is done to the highest standard.

Durability and Maintenance: Builders suggest materials like treated timber, coastal-grade steel, and hard-wearing flooring that require minimal upkeep and can endure the harsh coastal environment.

Insulation and Energy Efficiency: Sunshine Coast home builders will ensure your home is well insulated for year-round comfort. With proper insulation, your home stays cool during the hot summer and warm in the winter months.

Sustainable and Local Materials: Builders use materials that align with the local climate and sustainability goals. Eco-friendly builds are gaining momentum, and builders make it a point to suggest materials that support green living.

The Experience and Expertise of Sunshine Coast Builders

There’s no substitute for experience when it comes to designing and building a home that will stand the test of time. Sunshine Coast builders have the local knowledge and expertise that make them ideal for custom home builds in the region.

They’re familiar with the Sunshine Coast’s weather, regulatory requirements, and local vendors, helping streamline the entire process. They know what to expect from local councils, ensuring your home meets all the necessary planning regulations.

And with a network of trusted suppliers, builders can also provide cost-effective options for quality materials and finishes. The entire process becomes simpler and more reliable when you're working with local experts.

Stress-Free Project Management and Timely Delivery

Building a home should be an exciting journey, not a stressful one. Reputable Sunshine Coast builders offer end-to-end services that manage everything—from the initial consultation to obtaining the necessary permits, and from sourcing materials to liaising with contractors.

Builders provide transparent communication, regular updates, and clear timelines, ensuring you’re involved every step of the way without any unwelcome surprises. If there are any adjustments to be made during the project, you’ll be informed ahead of time, ensuring a smooth and stress-free experience.

Build Your Dream Home with Coast Life Homes

When you decide to build your home on the Sunshine Coast, working with expert home builders like Coast Life Homes ensures your experience is as seamless as possible. With a focus on custom designs tailored to your needs, the highest-quality materials, and a commitment to superior craftsmanship, they’ll create a home that truly reflects your lifestyle and preferences.

The experienced team at Coast Life Homes understands the importance of building a home that suits the region's climate, with floor plans that maximise functionality and beauty. Whether you're looking for an eco-friendly oasis or a sleek, modern design, Coast Life Homes is there to help bring your vision to life. Contact Coast Life Homes now to begin the exciting journey of building your dream home on the Sunshine Coast. Let them handle all the details and create a space that feels like home, from the very first brick to the final coat of paint!