#the entire floorplan and most of the bottom floor are done

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sneak peek of my coastal estate interior

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A New Life

Agent Daddy Whiskey x Female Reader

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Word Count: 6.5k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) dirty talk, praise kink, daddy kink (very OBVIOUSLY), vaginal sex, suuuper sweet Whiskey, mentions of engagement and marriage, tons of fluffies

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A/N: this fic request was sent in by @lucky-pascal and oh my lord is it SWEET AS HELL!!! I love it so much, Daddy Whiskey will always be Daddy Whiskey and that means his fluffy side will always be here too

Also, for those of you who have read Daddycember (and if you haven’t you should take a gander LOL), this fic is happening after that timeline, so Whiskey and Reader are now engaged

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You’d never done anything too extravagant on this day before, whether you’ve been in a relationship or not. Past partners didn’t make the day special for you; you honestly had the most fun on this day when you were alone. Oftentimes you’d order in, rent your favorite movie, and pick up some ice cream, too. You spent the day making sure you felt loved, making sure you knew that happiness wasn’t found anywhere else but within you. For such a long time, the only reason you believed in love is because you were made entirely of it. You have so much love inside you, for so many people and things. Love is out there, maybe it’s just not meant for you.

At least, that was the way you thought before you met Jack. For a few years before him, you contemplated never finding a partner. You weren’t sure if you could ever rely on someone else to make you happy. But with Jack, you didn’t have to just rely on him. Your relationship grew quickly, evolving into a loving partnership where you were both able to rely on each other while still being your own individuals. It’s something you’d never been able to experience before.

The life you currently have with Jack couldn’t be more different than the one you’d had without him. Your small apartment of a home had been transformed into something much more grand. The penthouse at the top of the Statesman building? Well, that’s Jack’s. And now, it’s yours, too. Before, you’d been driving a 2018 Ford Focus, but Jack insisted that wouldn’t do. The man had enough money to burn, and the next thing you knew, you were driving around Kentucky in a blacked-out Wrangler. It looked quite nice next to Jack’s black and tan Bronco. Who would’ve known some random cowboy would eventually come along and change your entire life?

And, as things continued to change in your life, so did your Valentine’s Day routine.

“Jack?” you say, your tone displaying your confusion.

“Yeah, sugar?” he calls out in return, resting on the sofa in your shared living room.

You continue walking forward, the smooth attire dangling in your hands. As your feet pad across the cold, wooden floor, you follow his voice out of your bedroom, down the hall, and finally rounding the corner to the open portions of the penthouse’s floorplan.

“What is this?”

He looks up at the sound of your voice, much closer than before. When his eyes land on the sight of you holding out the dress in your hands, he grins, immediately moving to stand.

“You like it?” he grins, his hands moving to wrap around your hips.

“Did you buy this for me?” you ask, finally putting the pieces together.

You always insisted he don’t go out of his way to do things like this, it always made you feel a tinge of guilt whenever he spent money on you. But at the same time, it was sweet. Jack was always sweet.

“’Course I did,” he chuckles, raising a brow. “You ain’t got any other men out there buying dresses for you, do you?” he chokes grinning down at you.

You nibble on your bottom lip to hold back your rapidly growing smile, giving your head a small shake. You can’t stop the heat from rising on your cheeks, holding the dress a little tighter in your hands.

“So,” he says again, stepping even closer to fully wrap his arms around you. “Do you like it?”

After you express your love for your new dress, Jack’s grin grows brighter, insisting that you try it on. Because of the floor-to-ceiling windows in your living space, you return to the bedroom to change.

It’s a slimmer fit, one that clings to the curves of your body. It is the right size though, and made of an incredibly comfortable, sweat-like fabric. The sleeves are long, going just a little past your wrists, and the end of the dress touches just a little below your knee. The neckline is high, which you’re surprised by. Usually, Jake likes it when you show a little cleavage, but when you get a glance at yourself in the mirror, you immediately understand why. He wasn’t just getting a good view of your chest in this dress; he was getting a good view of everything in this dress. It’s so tight you think you’ll skip out on a bra when you wear it and simply go for nipple coverings instead.

When he sees you walk back into the living room, he huffs out a contented sigh. He even closes his eyes for a moment, a happy smile slipping across his lips. You giggle as you approach him, seeing his blissful expression.

“Oh…” he says, sighing lowly as his hands return to your hips. They do an experimental swipe, just a quick slide of his palms over the curve of your waist. When he lands on your ass, he gives you a playful tap, grinning wide before saying, “Fits just as good as I hoped it would.”

“Yeah?” you reply, curling in on yourself with a bashful smile in reply.

You don’t often wear clothes as tight-fitting as this. You’d been an “early-bloomer” in life, and always felt a bit self-conscious about flaunting said curves. Whenever you wear tight or especially revealing clothes, you’d get looks. Either good or bad, regardless, you’d get looks. But if Jack wanted to see you in something like this, you were more than eager to comply. As long as you got him to look at you, everyone else’s stares didn’t matter.

“Honey, you look gorgeous in this.” He hums, a deep sound that rumbles across his chest and in turn, rumbles across yours. “Now, tell me the truth. Do you really like it?”

You shrug, your smile still on your face. “It’s not something I’d usually wear, but honestly baby, if you like it, I like it.”

He grins, one hand reaching up to cup your face. Jack’s dark brown eyes scan your face, taking in the beauty of your soft skin and pretty hair, your dazzling smile, your kind eyes and flirtatious lashes.

“Well, I’ve got another present for you.” he reveals, brushing some hair off your shoulders, allowing it to flow down your back. “And one you’re certain to like.”

You’re not sure how he did it. The last time you’d checked the wait list for this specific museum, it was upwards of two years. They have exhibits you’ve been dying to see, ones surrounding American art from earlier centuries, specific to romantic literature as well as fascinating mythology. There were also galleries with historical artifacts surrounding the Egyptian and Roman empires, topics that have captured your interest for years! Since moving to Kentucky, and then into Jack’s penthouse, you’d been wanting to visit this museum since you stepped foot in the state. And somehow, Agent Whiskey managed to get in.

When you started asking questions, he continuously gave you vague answers, hinting at the fact that he had to pull some serious strings to get in here. And you didn’t really mind his less than descriptive responses. Him doing this was more than enough.

The dark gray tone of your dress perfectly matched Jack’s own choice of attire, his suit consisting of a slightly lighter gray with black shoulder pads. You accented your outfit with a pair of black heels and a simple, black shoulder bag. You both wanted to look nice because in all honesty, this was by far the nicest gallery you had ever been in.

As Jack leads you through the halls, intent on visiting the café for brunch first, you can’t stop yourself from eyeing him. Jack made everything he wore look extravagantly special, his body and personality truly the most magnificent things you’d ever found in this world. The suit he wears cinches at his waist perfectly, showing off Jack’s slim yet built figure. The fabric splays out across his broad shoulders and chest, the sleeves curling lightly around the most prominent muscles in his biceps. His hair, as always, was combed to perfection, his jawline and mustache trim. Jesus, just looking at him made your insides flutter.

“Here you go, sweet pea.” He says, giving you a kiss on the cheek as he pulls out a chair for you.

You hum happily as you take your seat, giddy as a schoolgirl to even be here. The fact he decided to take you on Valentine’s Day was truly just a cherry on top. Honestly, this was the most special event Jack had conjured up since he proposed back in December. You’d never felt more at home than when you were at Jack’s side.

“Here’s a menu honeybee, what’re you thinkin’?” he asks, handing you the folded list of dishes.

After a moment of silence, he looks up, meeting your loving gaze with a smirk.

“What?” he asks with a small shrug.

“I love you so much.” You breathe out, eyes set on him from across the table.

“I love you too, baby doll. You’re the most precious thing I got.” He returns, giving you a small wink.

The entire café is more gorgeous than any restaurant you’d ever visited before. The brick layout along with dashes of foliage along the ground and walls made the area feel extremely refreshing. Jack had taken you over to a table in the center of the room, claiming it would help show off your beauty best. While other women may find this remark a bit controversial, you couldn’t be more opposite. You loved when Jack wanted to show you off.

To your surprise, Jack takes your lead in ordering a mimosa, too, each of you thoroughly enjoying them when the waiter comes back. The standard mix of orange juice and champagne tasted fantastic.

“I can’t remember the last time I had a mimosa.” You smile, turning the glass in your hand.

“You like it?”

“I love it! It tastes so good!”

Jack chuckles at your overt excitement, a hint of blush running across his cheeks. You’d always been a soft spot for him, his only soft spot, as a matter of fact.

“I’m glad you do, sugar. I’m so glad you’re happy.”

“Baby, I am honestly so thrilled to be here.” You grin, your cheeks burning from smiling so much.

During your conversation, the waiter had returned with your meals. You had ordered raspberry crepes alongside a chicken caprese flatbread, one of your favorites. Jack requested he be brought a smoked salmon and egg salad on a toasted baguette, and the two of you were more than happy to dive in.

All around you, people came and went. Couples and friends enjoyed their meals and drinks while you and Jack continued to enjoy yours. This is paradise to you, the atmosphere calming and light yet completed saturated in love.

“I’ve got another surprise for you, darlin’.” Jack admits, wiping his mouth.

“Really?” you ask, raising your brows. “What else could you possibly have planned?”

Jack grins, reaching into his pocket to pull out a map. You watch as he lays it out on the table, displaying to you his second extremely thoughtful gift.

“I printed out a map before we got here, last week, actually. Circled all your favorite spots, ones I thought you’d be interested in, so we know where to go. Over here’s the hall of Roman culture, down here’s the exhibit for the Egyptian empire, and they also have a gallery of American arts. They even have that one painting you love so much, the one of Romeo and Juliet.”

You gasp lightly, eyes immediately moving from the map to stare up at him. “The one made on oil canvas?”

“That’s the one.” He grins, pride bubbling up inside him. Well, that’s a lie. It was bubbling up inside him when he told you about his plans for the day, now, it was spilling over the brim.

After he’d told you about the exhibits, you eagerly finished off the rest of your meal. Your mimosa was served in a wine glass and was nearly filled to the top, so one was more than enough for you. Jack on the other hand wanted three or four more, but if he wanted to be competent enough to show you around, he figured he’d stick with the one.

“Baby, can we go here first?” you eagerly ask, pointing out the directions to the hall of American arts.

“Sure thing, sweet pea.” He returns, more than happy to take you wherever you want to go.

You loop both arms around his right one, holding onto him tight as you walk the halls. It almost feels like you’re in some fairy tale, having never been spoiled so much. You’re in your favorite place to be, with your favorite person at your side. What could ever be better?

You know you’ll make it to the other exhibits and halls but were more than thrilled to see your favorite painting in person. You’d only ever seen pictures of it, you can’t believe you’re about to see the real thing! Jack’s never seen it before either, only photos you’d showed him. He’s excited to see your reaction when you finally walk into the hall.

“Oh my gosh!” you whisper, stepping into the hall.

The painting you’ve been dying to see is displayed in the very center, and you hurriedly haul Jack over with you to see it. The painting was made in 1884 by the artist Frank Bernard Dicksee and has been preserved well enough to retain very few damages and cracks. It’s a fantastic piece, one that displays the love in the story in all its glory. Romeo sits on the edge of his lover’s balcony, visiting her in secrecy. He holds her in his embrace, one hand behind her back, the other holding her arm as it loops around his neck. Their kiss is tender yet passionate, Juliette’s vintage-white dress displaying her purity in the moment. The detail in the surrounding architecture is astounding, it’s mesmerizing, and you can’t look away.

Jack can, though. In fact, he’s barely looked at the painting since you walked in. Because, of course, he’s looking at you. It almost brings a tear to his eye, the realization of the life he now has, the life you’ve helped create with him. He never thought he’d get this again, never thought he’d find a love as true and passionate as you. He’s never met another person who’s matched him so well, in intelligence and wit, in charm and grace. You have everything he’s ever wanted.

And when you turn around to face him, a bright smile plastered all over your face, you’re met with the awe-struck expression of your older lover. You don’t have to ask what he’s thinking about, it’s clear to see. He’s only a few steps behind you, and you close the gap easily, looping your hands around your neck as if he were your own Romeo in that very painting. It’s natural, the two of you leaning in for a kiss.

“C’mon now,” he rumbles against your lips. It takes everything in him to keep his hands at your hips, refraining from diving further below. “Let’s keep walkin’. Don’t make me too impatient to get home.”

And you did continue walking, Jack took you to all the specific sites you’d wanted to see. He switched from holding your hand to laying his palm over your lower back, thumb rubbing gently along your sides. But when you’d finally made your way back around to the front entrance, you all but jogged outside.

Watching you walk around the museum was torture for him. He honestly thought he’d have a good time looking at the art, but hand to God could not stop staring at you. The way you wore that dress was sinful in itself, your body curving in all of the most delicious ways.

“You look so beautiful in that, sweetheart.” He groans, his hands immediately exploring your body once the elevator doors shut. “You know how much daddy loves your body?”

Jesus Christ, that goddamn word.

“Yes, baby.” You sigh out, feeling his mouth cover your skin. “I know; I always love to hear you say it.”

Jack sighs happily, deeply, upon hearing your words, his gorgeous smile curling along the skin of your neck. Your hands tangle themselves into his hair, pulling him even closer to you. He presses his body against yours, the fabric of his suit beginning to crease but for once, he doesn’t care.

“You have a good time, baby girl? Did daddy make you happy today, honey?” his kisses are heated yet sweet, his hands and lips already beginning to worship your curvaceous form.

“Daddy, you always make me happy.” You breathe out, lifting your leg slightly along his outer thigh.

His low groan of appreciation makes your eyes flutter closed, your hands holding him close.

“Jack,” you huff out, prompting him to lift his head to look you in the eyes.

“What is it, baby?” he asks, one hand lifting to cup your face.

He’s so close, the tip of his nose just barely brushing over your own. Your eyes flicker back and forth between his, dipping down to his beautifully full lips before rising again.

“I love you, baby. I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you.”

“Honey,” he sighs, leaning in for another kiss.

And you wholeheartedly welcome it, wrapping an arm around his neck while your fingers continue combing through his hair. The press of his lips is smooth and sweet, the spice of his cologne wafting through the air and tickling your nose.

“I love you, sugar.” He all but moans out, lips mumbling over yours. “Love you so much. I’m always gonna take care ‘a you, you know that?”

“You promise?”

“I promise baby, I’m not goin’ anywhere.”

You already know this, of course, the ring on your finger signifying this, but you yearn to hear him say it. Because, in all honesty, a small part of your brain still doesn’t believe it, doesn’t believe you’re really with him, doesn’t believe this is your life. It’s all you’ve ever wanted, he’s everything you could ever need. You’ve never felt love like this before, you’ve never felt anything close to this before.

The wonderful thoughts swirling in your mind are quickly replaced by the mischievous little devil sitting on your shoulder, or rather, biting on your shoulder. Jack rolls his hips against you, the lift still climbing the multiple floors of the Statesman building. When his hips connect with yours, you can feel him, your playful actions making him so pent up he’d take you in this elevator if he could.

Whiskey is absolutely enthralled with the mere idea of you, your presence doing something unworldly to him. He knew when he’d seen you across that bar on the night you first met, that you’d be someone who would change his life. There was just something about you, the way you smiled at him and the way you welcomed him into your life with such ease. The two of you co-existed beautifully together, and he wanted nothing more than to spoil you to perfection.

His hands continue roaming your body, squeezing the areas he loves the most, but in truth, he loved every single dip and curve your body made. And just as he’s about to slip a hand beneath your dress, the lift doors open, prompting him to haul you up by the backs of your thighs and guide you to wrap your legs around his waist.

“Oh!” you squeal, giggling in surprise as he carries you through to your front door, his smiling lips never once leaving your skin.

“Baby?” you question just as he begins to let you down. “What… what is all this?”

You’d been too distracted by Jack’s impatient movements to notice the setup in your living space until he’d set you down. On your marble island sits a pail of ice, your favorite champagne stuffed inside. Two glasses sit off to the side, with a wrapped present on the other. Further in you see even more surprises, the pathway of rose petals leading your way.

Jack hums happily behind you, pressing himself against your back and wrapping his arms around your waist. He places his chin on your shoulder, gently nuzzling his nose against your cheek.

“I know it’s a little cheesy, darlin’, but you deserve the best.” He coos, lightly swaying you in his arms. “Wanna make this day special for you, want you to know I’ll always do my best to make sure you’re aware of just how much I love you, babycakes.”

“Jack…” you whisper, genuine tears beginning to form in your eyes. You’re speechless.

“I had it set up while we were gone. I hope you like it, sweetheart. You wanna go see your presents?”

“Baby, I can’t believe you did this for me.” Spinning in his hold, your hands slide up his chest to rest on his shoulders, releasing a light laugh of astonishment. “You’re… you’re amazing, Jack.”

He smiles down at you, squeezing you gently as an overwhelming surge of affection blooms in his chest. There are so many things he’s feeling right now, love, pride, and gratitude being a few. But right now, he just wants to focus on you.

“I’ll do my best,” he says to you, his tone quiet and heartfelt. You can see he’s getting choked up, too, taking a deep sigh before he continues. “I’ll always do my best for you, honey. No matter how long we’re together, or maybe even apart, I promise you there won’t be a day that goes by where you don’t receive my love.”

The small tears forming moments before now pool over your lids, a few sliding down your cheeks as you muster up an overwhelmingly thankful smile. Since Jack had proposed, the only thing you were worried about was his work. Being away from him while dating was painful enough, but to go through that when you’re married? You’re worried it will be even worse. You’re beyond relieved to hear him address that, to have him express his devotion to you no matter where the two of you are in the world.

“I’m so lucky to have you.” you return, whispering to him as your hand moves to cup his face.

Jack returns your grateful grin, leaning in to kiss your forehead. When he pulls back, he jerks his head to the side, grabbing your hands in his.

“C’mon,” he says. “Let me show you your gifts.”

You nod, allowing him to lead you over to the living area on the far end of the room. Jack leads you to the couch, quickly stepping back over to the kitchen island in order to bring over the wrapped gift and champagne. And while he’s doing that, you see a few bags set out on the coffee table, too. Jesus, this man already bought you a ring, how much money was he willing to spend on you? And after that thought, you decide you don’t really care. You’ll never be able to stop Jack from spoiling you.

“Here, baby.” He says, handing you the flat, rectangular gift while he begins pouring the liquor into your glasses.

The wrapping is easily removed, instantly showcasing the most thoughtful gift you’d ever received (aside from your ring). In your hand sits a picture frame, dark brown wood lining its edges. Inside sits a simple, white receipt, slightly crumpled. It’s the receipt from the night you’d first met, the only items on it being your drinks and his.

“Oh my gosh,” you laugh. “Is this really the first receipt?”

“Our first ever receipt.” He chuckles. “Want you to have it. I knew you were my girl the moment I laid eyes on you.”

He’s down on one knee before you, just beside the coffee table, and as soon as he sets the glasses aside, you all but leap into his arms. The two of you hold each other tight, both arms wrapped firmly around the other. One of the best things about your relationship with Jack was the fact that this overwhelming love never faded. It wasn’t due to the honeymoon stage or anything like that. Jack was consistent, and that truly mattered to you.

The rest of the gifts are opened after your loving embrace, each of you sipping on your champagne as you go through the bags. He’d bought you a bottle of your favorite wine and a heart-shaped box of truffle chocolates, your favorite. He also got you your favorite ice cream, which is currently sitting in the freezer. To top it all off, he finally got you that cowboy hat he’d been telling you about for ages.

“It’s time you had one.” He chuckles, placing it on your head for you. He smiles proudly, lifting the knuckle of his middle finger to lightly tap the skin beneath your chin. “My beautiful girl.”

It’s black with a few embroidered patterns on it, the only cowboy hat you’d ever really liked. You grin brightly beneath it, blushing like a fool. After you opened Jack’s gifts, you scampered off to the bedroom to find his.

“Darlin’,” he sighs, watching as you shove the packages into his hands. “You didn’t have to do this.”

“Oh hush,” you scoff, lightly rolling your eyes. “You’re the love of my life, of course I’m going to give you a Valentine’s Day gift. Or three.” You giggle, gazing at his blushing face.

He’s thrilled to find a shoe-shining kit inside one, a new bottle of his favorite cologne in another, and finally, a bottle of his favorite whiskey. Statesman, of course.

“Babycakes, you spoil me.” He grins, leaning in for a kiss. “I’ve really been needin’ this. My boots are outta shape.” He claims, already digging in to the shoe shining kit.

“I’m glad you like your gifts, honey.” You coo, tracing the curve of his nose with your pointer digit.

But just as he’s looking through the polishes and waxes for his boots, he looks up, a slightly worried look on his face.

“You didn’t by chance go into the master bathroom when you got my gifts, did you?”

You frown, tilting your head. “No. Why?”

As if on command, Jack’s face lights up, moving to set his gifts on the coffee table and stand. He holds out a hand for you, which you continue to take.

“Got another surprise for you.”

“Hm…” you hum, an unwavering smile adorning your pretty features. “You perfect man.”

Jack sighs out contentedly, reveling in the feeling of your fingers combing through his hair. His hands rest lazily on your sides, thumbs tenderly stroking your exposed skin. His eyes are closed, head resting back on the edge of the porcelain tub, moaning lightly as you rest above him.

Your eyes scan his naked body, most of him disappearing beneath the bubbles below. But his upper arms, chest, and shoulders are on full display, along with his ridiculously gorgeous neck. The sight makes your stomach flutter, a flustered gasp slipping from your throat when you see him swallow. And while Jack is distracted in his current state of bliss, you slowly shimmy backward, leaning down to lick a gentle stripe up his chest. Another beautiful sigh flows past your lover’s lips, his eyes opening lazily to gaze down at the woman he calls his.

The scene could not be more soothing, the entire master bath lit up with an array of candles set up along the countertop holding each of your sinks. The lights are off, allowing the candles to cast calming shadows along the walls. Bubbles smelling of vanilla and rose fill the tub, the water heated by Jack’s extravagant choice in bathroom décor.

Your tongue traces a path along Jack’s body, taking your time as you soak every ounce of him in. The firm muscles on his chest never cease to draw your attention, his lean biceps and beautifully sculpted neck making your body and mind run wild. His athletic build is suited perfectly for his current occupation, his form powerfully built and more than capable of showing it. The hair sprinkling Jack’s chest always catch your eye, the dark hairs neat and few in multitude. With every deep breath he takes, you can see his muscles flex, can feel them move beneath you.

The softness of your hands trail up his midsection, lightly scraping your nails along his bronzed skin. A few freckles color his shoulders, your fingertips dancing lightly over the brown and copper colorations. You can feel his hands move on your hips as you continue trailing higher, his smile only growing. It excites you, feeling his hands on your skin. They’re incredibly skillful and strong, not only able to read your body like a book, but also able to handle a gun with astounding accuracy. It makes your breaths stutter, the image of him shooting, of him using his lasso or whip. He’s so incredibly talented and hardworking, a man more than worthy of your overt obsession.

Whiskey’s Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, his tongue poking out to wet his lower lip as he sighs once again. His eyes flutter open, feeling your lips as they continue to trail along his skin. He tilts his head to the side, allowing you to travel further up. When he feels you bite into the tawny skin of his neck, his hands wander lower, gripping your backside as you suck your mark onto his skin.

“Sweet pea,” he groans, feeling your smile as it presses against his skin. “C’mere.”

You lift your head, lids heavy with adoration and lust meeting his own. He leans in, brushing your nose with his, a look of complete focus and desire swirling in those dark brown orbs.

“Give your daddy a kiss.” He mumbles, slightly nodding his head.

The space between your legs flutters, the muscles in your thighs tightening as soon as you hear his words. Both of your arms loop around his neck, leaning in to satiate the incredibly hungry desire he feels to have your lips on his. It’s soft and smooth, the two of you moving your mouths in unison as you melt together in this way. One of his hands remains on your backside, the other trailing up to rub soothingly along your back.

“You’re so beautiful baby,” he mumbles, eyebrows furrowing as his intense love for you grows. “The most amazing thing I’ve ever seen.”

You giggle girlishly at his praise, both your eyes remaining closed as you continue to mold your lips together. Jack’s tongue lays out, allowing you to rub your own atop it, licking him slowly before eventually sucking it lightly into your mouth as he moans.

“I love you, daddy.” You coo, leaning slightly to the right to plant a gentle kiss on his cheek. “Love so many things about you…”

“Yeah?” he returns, “What might those things be?”

“Hm…” you grin, hoping he would ask. “I love how handsome you are, how fucking beautiful your face is. Love your mustache and how well-trimmed you always are, love how dark and smooth your hair is…”

You can feel him rising beneath you, his erection steadily growing the second the two of you stepped into the tub. He sighs deeply, his skin washed in waves of goosebumps as you lower your lips, whispering along his neck.

“Love how you take care of me… love your body… so fucking sexy, baby.” You confess, licking along his neck. “You’re so strong, so fucking built, I love it, can’t look away from it…”

Jack groans, dragging his blunt nails across your back. He rolls his hips up against your exposed center, your legs tightening around him as you continue to straddle him in the tub.

“And you know what else I love?”

“What, baby?” he tenderly asks, desperate to hear the answer.

You slide back a bit, now looking him in the eyes as your right hand dips down beneath the water line. As you grip him in hand, you hold his gaze, watching as his brows fold up in the center, a small gasp releasing from his throat.

“This.”

“Yeah?” he asks, his puppy dog eyes absolutely tearing you to pieces.

“Yeah…” you coo, lifting yourself and moving up on his lap.

He watches you with an awe-struck expression, both hands holding your waist as you lift yourself above him. His lips are parted, eyes wide as you move, as you begin to bring his body bliss. Your right hand angles him upward, slowly sinking back down until his hips connect with yours.

“Baby doll,” he groans, pinching his eyes shut and resting his head back.

His hands squeeze your waist, a harsh gasp choked out when your walls flutter around him. You’ll never tire of the sensation Jack brings when he’s inside you, a wild euphoria already bursting in your veins. Bliss shivers throughout your limbs, his own body radiating heat.

Jack’s head quickly snaps back up, one hand rising to cup your face as he rolls his hips up against you.

“Oh…” you whine out, your own lips parting, too.

His tip nudges the most precious spaces inside you, his face so close you can feel his heated breaths.

“Precious thing,” he mutters, eyes scanning your face.

Your hands rise, connecting your fingers behind his neck as the two of you begin to find a pace.

“Daddy…” you whine out, throwing your head back. “Feel s – so good.”

When you do so, your back arches, shoving your bare chest closer to his face. The wanton moan he releases is completely shameless, diving between your large breasts and immediately kissing and sucking up the valley between them.

He nearly cries out when you roll your hips down onto him, the slow drag of his cock against your walls forcing both of you into delirious bliss.

“Come here, baby.” He grunts, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you to his chest, holding you close. “Come here.”

You let him guide you, your warm bodies pressing together as you move in synch, the slow rhythm ushering in a small, gentle row of waves around you.

“My precious thing,” he coos, kissing your cheek. “My beautiful girl.”

“Jack,” you gasp, whining out at the feel of his gorgeous muscles tensing and flexing beneath you.

“Gonna make you my wife, babycakes. I’m always gonna be by your side.” he vows, continuing the heated press of his full lips against your jawline and cheek. “The best thing that’s ever come into my life.”

He gasps before you, holding you even tighter against him. “Honey, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“You don’t have to think about that,” you immediately return, clinging to him just as tight. “You’ll never have to; I’ll never leave your side.”

One of your hands lifts to tangle its fingers in his hair, combing through his brunette locks as you hold him against you.

“You’ve given me a new life,” you express, your heart bursting with love and joy. “The best life.”

He whimpers lightly below you, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. His hips continue thrusting upward, your own meeting his movements in perfect synchrony. An excited shiver makes its way down your spine, sending shockwaves out through your limbs.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, baby. The best thing I’ll ever have in my life. You’re the love of my life.”

“Honey,” he moans, burying his face even further into your neck. He kisses you there, his lips parting slightly against your skin as he speaks. “You’re the one I’ve been waiting for.”

You’re overwhelmed by the meaning behind his words, gasping out lightly as you’re overcome with intense emotion.

“Look at me, baby doll.” he begs, lifting himself from the comfortable space near your neck.

And you do, your eyes immediately meeting his.

“You’re so beautiful, baby, make me feel so good.” He huffs out, his breaths coming out in harsh pants as his hips move faster and faster. “You feel good, sugar? Am I making you feel just as good?”

“Fuck yes. Yes, baby, you always make me feel good.” You almost cry out, the multitude of intense waves becoming all too much. It’s euphoric and emotional, all at once, and you’ve never felt anything better than this in your entire life. You’ll never feel anything better than this, than him.

He releases a quick breath at your answer, a grateful smile forming on his face.

“Baby doll, want you to cum.” He grunts, “Want you to cum with me.”

He holds your face in his one hand, the other staying cemented to your hip. You nod, gazing lovingly into his eyes. It’s clear he’s close, not only by his words but by the expressions on his face.

The peak of your passionate actions is so much, your bodies shuddering as you hold one another in your arms. Jack’s brows fold up, his hips jutting up sharply against you before his eyes roll back, a long groan coming from deep in his chest. You release a high-pitched sigh in response, fingers tightening their hold on his smooth locks as you unfold together.

You breathe through it, your body shaking in Jack’s hold. And even though he’s attempting to ride through his own high, he keeps you in mind, carrying you through yours, too. Both of your hips grind harshly together, his cock reaching as deep inside you as it can get. Before you know it, you’re both crumbling, your body falling back onto his and resting on his chest as your panting breaths begin to subside.

Your head swirls with thoughts of Jack, of the wonderful man beneath you, holding you against his bare chest. His heartbeat thrums below, the steady pulse of it a constant reminder of his strong and unwavering affection. And as you both come down, you rest in the silence, in the aftermath of your love. Because you know it’s still there, it will always be there.

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[crashdevlin]

Another Second Chance 18- Therapy

Another Second Chance Masterlist, Happily Ever Eventually Masterlist

Author’s Note: The final (hopefully) installment of the Happily Ever Eventually RPF series.

Summary: Y/n finds herself a new house and Misha is determined to make it a huge project.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word count: 2993

Story Warnings: past cheating, mentions of FFM threesome, not much in this one

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“It’s pretty, right?” I ask, looking around the open concept of the first floor of this $350,000 house.

“Kitchen’s kinda outdated,” Jensen says, pointing at the fridge. “I mean, that fridge has gotta be from when you were in high school.”

“I could buy new appliances, Jay. Get a natural gas stove set up. Install some cabinet pulls, because I’m not a really big fan of this whole lack of elements.” I gesture at the cabinets. “Probably stain it a little darker to go against the flooring. But it’s pretty, right?”

Jay smiles. “Yeah. It’s pretty...and it’s about twice as big as the one you’ve been living in. Which is what you need.”

“Yeah. Walk-in closet in the master, too. It’ll be a good place to put the security hub.”

“Or you could put the security hub in the closet in the den and put your clothes in the master closet,” Jay suggests, grumpy old man in his tone. "And if you're gonna update the kitchen, you gotta update the bathrooms. Get one of those-"

"I am not getting an automatic toilet!" I laugh. "No one needs that!"

"Of course no one needs it but it's freakin' awesome!"

"Okay, Dean," I tease.

"Dean would agree with me. Automatic toilet, with the bidet and the-"

"Dean Winchester would break an automatic toilet and then complain that it's a damn computer which means he can't fix it without help."

Jay laughs. "He'd still think it was cool."

"He'd be down for the heated seat. I will give you that much."

He smiles as he looks around. "So...are we looking at your new digs or what?"

I bite my bottom lip and run my hand over the granite countertop. “Shouldn’t I ask Nova's opinion? It's gonna be her home, too."

"She's a teenager. As long as she's got her own room, I'm sure she's gonna be fine." He sets his hands on my shoulders and smiles. "But you can show her pictures or bring her by before you sit down with the realtor."

I nod and smile. "It's in the right school district and a bigger room for her and for Mav and the bonus room can be an office. I really think it's the place."

"Then get it," he encourages. "Get it, Baby Girl. We can make it perfect. I'm no stranger to a little reno."

"Please," I start, laughing. "A contractor did the work on your old place. Shush."

He looks a little offended. "I helped. I painted. I installed the sink in the half bath off the kitchen."

"Fine. You can stain these cabinets for me." I wink and step away from him. I'm gonna get this house. "Come on." I walk to the foyer where the realtor is waiting and I smile at him. "Can I put in an offer now or should I wait a few hours?" He smiles brighter than the sun.

"You can make an offer anytime, Miss."

Miss. Still young enough to get 'miss'. "Good. Let's do this."

~~~~~~~~~

"Four bedroom, 2 and a half bath, 3200 square feet with an office next to the master bed. It needs some updating and work...had a contractor quote me $60,000 but that's not bad...covers new appliances, too."

"I could come down and help," Misha offers. "You know, a lot of that stuff you can DIY and I can help with most of it."

"You don't have to do that, Meesh."

"Why would I let you spend that much money on something I could help you with for a fraction of the cost?"

"Misha, you really don’t-"

"I'm not letting you tell me 'no' on this. We'll get together some manpower and get this done for you."

He's really not going to let me say 'no'. "Okay. Well, it's going to be several weeks before the paperwork is finished and all that. I'll let you know when it's mine."

"Good. I'll start looking at HGTV.com." Damn it, Misha. Don't be so extra. "And send me pictures and a floorplan so I know what I'm working with."

"Yeah, okay." Really no point in arguing. It's Misha. If I don't send him pics and a copy of the floorplan, he'll just find the house and get them himself off the internet. "I'll send it to you after my appointment tomorrow, okay?"

"Sounds good. Talk to you then."

"Bye, Meesh." I hang up and sigh. He's gonna make it this whole thing, isn't he?

His house in Washington did come out amazing, though, so he does have some skills that will help in this. Eh, why not? Why not get together with my best friend and make my new home my own?

"So, I get to see this house eventually, right?" Nova says, walking into the living room.

I smile. "Come see all these pretty pictures I took and we can speculate on what craziness Misha is gonna come up with." I pat the couch next to me and she comes over. "This is the view from the street." I start showing her the pictures and she claims a room before I've even finished the digital tour.

"Oh, and you're gonna paint the exterior, right? Like, it's pretty but it's yellow. You're gonna fix that, right?"

"Oh, I'm sure Misha isn't going to let me move into another drab house. You weren’t here the first time he showed up at this house but he had opinions about all of it. I didn't let him talk me into reno last time but this time...I don’t know...maybe this will be the forever home so…"

"It's gotta be custom!" Nova exclaims.

"Exactly."

"Can I paint my walls custom? Or get custom wallpaper done? I know that a lot of people don't like wallpaper but I've seen a few places that got it right and-"

"Yeah, baby, of course. We'll figure out something awesome for your walls." I kiss her forehead. We'll do whatever she wants for her room.

"Yay!"

I love when she's happy.

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It's been a while since I've been in Dr. McCauliffe's office. Life has been in the way...and I guess I didn’t want her to judge me for my involvement with Jensen...which is ridiculous because she's my therapist. She's not going to judge me.

"So." She taps her pen against her clipboard. "What's new?"

"Well...I have been dating Jensen again. I know you saw that in the news."

"I saw it on Mr. Collins' Instagram, actually," she says with a smile.

"Right. The video. Forgot about it for a minute. Um, yeah, like I said in the video and Jensen said in his...spark's still there, we're giving it another chance."

"How's that feel?"

I bite my bottom lip. "Scary as Hell, honestly. I mean, but it's good. I've done pretty good with boundaries and moving slowly. You know, before...we jumped in head first and everything was this intense passion right out of the gate but this time…" I shrug. "I don't know. Maybe we've grown up, or grown old, but…"

"Have you slept with him?" she asks and it's because she knows that sex was a big issue when I was with him before. Sex was all we were supposed to be in the beginning and sex ruined us in the end. I know why she's asking but there's this...well, it's a bit intrusive, isn't it? It seems like she's judging me for being sexually active and I know that's not what it is but my whole spine goes tense when she asks.

"Yes. We dated for about a month before we started getting physical again."

“And how has that been? I don’t need details, of course, but...emotionally, how has it been to be intimate with Jensen again?”

How to answer that?

Really, how am I supposed to answer that? It’s the best sex I’ve ever had, emotionally fullfilling in a romance-novel sort of way. It’s perfect but it does have its scary moments. “Well, we’ve only actually...slept together a couple times this time. His libido is a lot less than it was. I mean, he didn’t have sex the entire time we were broken up, can you believe that?”

Dr. McCauliffe adjusts her glasses and shrugs a little. “I do not. Five years is a long time to go without sex...but you seem to believe it. That’s what matters.”

I never even questioned it. Should I have? No, because he’s been so honest about everything else. “I went years and years without sex after Nate. I believe Jensen did the same after me. He had a lot going on. He was in recovery for alcoholism. He had to be a good father and work on his career and-”

“You just got very defensive, very quickly. Why is that?”

Fuck, I don’t know. I run my hand over my mouth and shrug. “I don’t know,” I respond honestly.

“Analyze it, Y/n. Why would you get so defensive over my disbelief in what Jensen told you?”

“Because I didn’t question it,” I answer after a moment. “Because he told me that the last time he had sex, real full-penetrative sex, was the time that broke us and I didn’t really question it. I took it at face value because we’ve been doing very good about honesty with each other and what if that’s stupid? What if I’m stupid because maybe he’s lying about it and keeping stuff from me and-”

“You said he’s been very good about honesty so far, right?”

I nod. “Yeah. He’s...he admitted to stuff that I never thought he’d admit to and he apologized for stuff and he’s been open about what happened and why. He’s even been honest about little things that he would have lied about before...like I told him about Will and he Googled him. Used to be, he’d keep that kind of thing to himself, never tell me, but he admitted it without even prompting.” I chew on my bottom lip as she starts scribbling on her notes. “I believe him. It might be stupid but I believe him.”

She sets her clipboard in her lap and smiles at me. “It’s not stupid...and he’s likely changed enough that honesty is important to him. You’ve told me that his recovery has changed him. Jared’s told me the same. Now, it’s a bit hard for me to believe that he’s changed so much in the last five years that he would have abstained from sex since the last time he was with you, but...I don’t know the man, do I? You do. Jared does. If you believe him, then don’t let me change your mind.”

“I believe him. You didn’t see the way he looked at me the first time we...‘Reverent’ is the best word for it.”

“What do you think that means for you?”

I scoot back, leaning against the back of the couch. “I think he’s finally got Danneel out of his head.”

“Do you?” she asks and I hate when she asks things I don’t want to answer. “Danneel was a major roadblock in your relationship before, wasn’t she?”

“You know she was. I was so focused on giving Jensen what he wanted...Danneel...that I couldn’t see that I was what he was supposed to be wanting. I wanted to be like her, couldn’t appreciate myself. I know this stuff, Doctor.” I shift on the couch and sigh. “I don’t wanna be Danneel and I don’t want Jensen to be with her. I want Jensen to be with me...I want him to want to be with only me.” I shrug. “Seems like that’s where we are. He doesn’t even talk to her anymore. I talked to her the other day and she didn’t even know why he doesn’t talk to her anymore.”

“You talked to Danneel again?”

“Yeah. We ran into each other at a shop while I was getting Nova a new dress. It...didn’t go well. Nova was very combative with Danneel. I ended up having to...be very honest with my daughter. She knows about everything now...even the night with Danneel.”

“Oh? How’d that talk go?”

“It was...it was good to get it off my chest, actually. It was like the conversation where I told her about, about why her father and I got divorced. It’s like...It was a hard conversation but it was an important one. I don’t have to...hide things anymore and that’s a blessing. She understands why I make the decisions I make now...she understands...the betrayal was a lot deeper than she even knew. She understands that now and...maybe it’ll make us closer, but at least she knows the truth now.”

“And she’s living with you now, right?” I nod. “How did that happen? Nathan doesn’t seem the type to just allow her to do what she wants.”

I snort. “He’s definitely not, but...he fucked up with Jenny, blew up his marriage. I’m actually surprised it took her this long to realize that he was cheating on her, but whatever. Um...Nova didn’t want to be there for the destruction of his way of life and she asked if she could come to Texas. I convinced him to let her come because she didn’t need to see the parade of his affairs that Jenny would bring up. I then used those women to convince him not to fight me on custody when I refiled. It was…” I scratch at my cheek. “It was a low move, but it’s exactly the kind of move he pulled on me, convincing the judge that I was too unstable to care for her. I don’t feel bad about it, especially since she wants to be here.”

“That’s a big change...on top of other big changes.”

“Yep...and there’s more coming. Because I need more room since Nova is living with me, there will be a new home in my future."

"A new home? That's exciting."

"It is. And I am more excited about it than I am scared so that says something."

"I remember how anxious you were about your first house. I remember all the security options you went through."

"Well, security had to be heavy. I had to think about Tom and his crazy-ass fans and the crazier of Jensen’s fans and the paps. There was that one photographer in Vancouver that climbed the balcony outside the condo to get pics of me and Jay, remember?" I shiver at the memory of looking out the French doors to see a man with his camera, snapping away. So intrusive. "I'm gonna have to put up a privacy fence and a coded gate at the new place, too...and, of course, all the security cameras."

"Sounds like a big project."

"Yeah. Definitely. Not even half of it, though. Misha wants to DIY everything."

"Misha isn't your husband, Y/n," Dr. McCauliffe reminds me and I laugh.

"I think he forgets that sometimes. But there's not a lot of use in arguing with him. He's...well, he's right a lot. Like, most of the time, I mean. So, I always cave to him."

"Do you want to do a big DIY project at this new house?"

"Not at first, I didn't but...I dunno. Might be fun. I've never gotten to do that kind of project and knowing Misha, he's gonna make it fun even if it is hard work."

"Well, as long as you can maintain your work as well as this project. How is that coming along?"

"Really good, actually. We started shooting not too long ago...and I hadn't even considered that this project might be detrimental to Midsummer. I'll have to make sure that Misha knows that Midsummer comes first."

"Well, it seems like you've got things under control."

"Yeah? I was afraid you'd tell me I was...going too fast or…"

"Do you think that? You were telling me that you'd done well with boundaries and keeping things-"

"Well, I have! I mean, Jensen was talking about moving in together already and I shut that down and decided to get a bigger place...my own bigger place."

"Jensen wanted to move in with you?" She writes down something on her notes. "And you said 'no'?"

"I said 'no'," I confirm. "I was really proud of myself, Doc. Nova was proud of me, too, actually. Which was...it was interesting and new. I don’t know that she's ever been proud of me for anything and I know that it's supposed to be the other way, where I'm proud of her and I am, of course but Nova being proud of me setting these boundaries and sticking to them...it gives me hope that she'll be able to do the same in her own life, you know?"

"There's nothing wrong with feeling happy that you made your daughter proud and there's nothing wrong with hoping she's going to make different mistakes than you. She's going to do well in life if you keep making the best choices for the both of you." She sets her clipboard on her desk and smiles. "I'm proud of you, too, by the way. Six years ago, you would have jumped at living with Jensen."

"Six years ago, I did."

We finish out our session with a promise to not go so long without seeing her next time. "Mental health is about the maintenance," she reminds me as she opens her office door and walks me to the reception desk. I agree and set an appointment for six weeks out. I call Misha as I start my car, intending to tell him that Midsummer comes before the house project. I haven't even gotten a 'hello' out of my mouth when he speaks.

"I saw the pictures you sent. I have so many ideas!"

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Guess who is back with another build from @gayshitiguess​ ‘s series “From the Bell Jar”! It’s been a hot minute since I built anything from his work, but I started rereading it the other day and got the idea to build the apartments that Molly, Yasha, Beau, and Jester were in at the beginning of “Beware, Beware”. This time instead of just posting raw screenshots of the build I made graphics of them (really flexin’ them first-year architecture students skills aren’t I). This time I also made sims to go with the build because I wanted to add pictures in the apartments. More details about the build and the sims under the cut!

The Building (overall) : I only furnished the bottom floor because I only needed the bottom floor and it would make my game run smoother if I had less on the lot. The building is just a basic block apartment complex that has balconies on the left side. I put a parking garage on the right side of the bottom floor, which is part-way under the ground level. I got done with the whole thing and realized I had no way for sims to get into the building, so I tried to add a door on the side, but it didn’t work because of the split level so I just teleported the sims into the building.

The Parking Garage : This is a pretty small parking garage, but it doesn't function to start with because the Sims 4 doesn’t have cars or bikes or anything. The cars and the motorbike are CC, but I’ve had them for so long that I’ve lost the links to them and I don’t know how to track them down. If I can find them I will add the links.

Molly and Yasha’s Place : I like to think that Yasha kinda took over decorating the living area of the apartment and made it super nice and calming. I used lots of greens and plants and light tones in the living room and kitchen because too me it really just feels like something Yasha would like.

     Yasha’s Room : I kept with the lighter tones in her room with the peach, navy, and yellow color scheme. I placed some pictures of her and Molly and of Beau and Jester on her dresser and a sunflower picture above the dresser that matches with the sunflowers on her desk. I also placed some books on her desk on the side closer to the bed as if it was being used as a nightstand. I’m pretty sure the curtains in her room are the only ones I used besides the one I used in all of the other rooms.

    Molly’s Room : Molly’s room is where I used a darker color scheme in this apartment. I wanted to add a lot more color and clutter to his room but the Sims 4 is seriously lacking in Molly-style decor. The hanging decoration above his bed is CC from a big pack I downloaded a while ago and the peacock picture on the wall opposite of his bed is from one of the game packs. I ended up using a lot of red and black in his room with splashes of blue. I placed make-up, nail polish, and a picture of him and Yasha on his dresser and some candles on his nightstand.

Beau and Jester’s Place : I made the kitchen and living area of their apartment very obviously decorated by Jester. I made it all bright and pink and green with fairy lights and a picture wall of her friends. I made their apartment more of an open floorplan but it still the same general shape as Molly and Yasha’s.

      Jester’s Room : Jester’s room was super fun for me to build (just like in the last build I did for “From the Bell Jar”... maybe that says something about me). I used a lot of pink and yellow. I made a vanity using counters, a glass desk, large mirrors, and bb.moveobjects. I placed make-up, hair products, and a picture of Molly and Yasha on her vanity. I also placed a teddy bear and a picture of her and Beau on her dresser. There is also a shoe rack next to her door that isn’t in the screenshot.

     Beau’s Room : Even though her room is the exact same dimensions as Jester’s it somehow feels much smaller. I think it has to do with how the room is laid out, the dark color, and the one window vs Jester’s three. Beau’s room is dark blue and black with some posters on her wall near her bed that add some color. I placed a clothes rack and a treadmill in her room. I also placed some books and a notebook on her nightstand.

Jester : Jester’s face was SO HARD to figure out and I’m still not 100% happy with it. I have tried to make a Jester sim multiple times in the past (shhhhh, ignore my M9 savefile in my game) and I can never get her face right. Jester is a beauty that can not be captured in a character creation mode. I hadn’t originally planned on using this hair for her, but the color in the ends really sold it for me. Her entire outfit, aside from the necklace, is CC. I didn’t change anything about the body from the random sim I started with besides the skin tone. Her skin tone (and everyone’s) is different than what it looks like in screenshots. Her skin is supposed to be darker but when I looked back at my screenshots it didn’t like it was supposed to and I was very upset. Her outfit is very cutesie and I love it. I was originally just going to do some cute shorts and a tee but I got into CAS and went feral with my new CC. She (and everyone else) has more outfits that I can show later if you wanna see them.

Beau : Beau was the easiest for me to make. If you change her eyes to green than you have 90% of what my other sims look like (I might have a type). I used a CC hair on her that has a lotus shaved into the undercut. I thought it looked more like a Cadeuces hairstyle but it looks so cool that I had to use it. Her outfit is mostly CC besides her boots. The jeans I actually downloaded specifically for Molly (there is a color swatch that is perfect for him) but I ended up using on her. Like I said with Jester her skin is actually darker than what it is in the screenshots and you can’t really see it but she does have freckles across her nose.

Yasha : I hit randomize sim and got pretty much what I imagine Yasha looks like. I had to change a few things like eye color, nose shape, and lips. Her hair is CC that is actually from an Anime pack but I thought it looked very Yasha-esque. Her outfit is all in-game. I tried to use the gender settings in CAS but I couldn’t get them to work with the CC hair so I left them alone and worked with what I had (Yasha is trans in the “From the Bell Jar” AU if I’m not mistaken). The shirts automatically add cleavage even if you have the bust slider all of the way down.

Molly : LEMME TELL YOU HOW HARD IT IS TO CREATE MOLLY IN THE SIMS. Y’all, he took by far the longest. First thing, CC doesn’t work well with the gender settings in CAS. I downloaded so many things to use on him only to get into CAS and find out that it doesn’t matter if you turn off gendered clothing, for most CC if it was designed for female sims it is only going to show up if the sim is female. The jeans I used on Beau were supposed to be for Molly but they wouldn’t show up in CAS when I making him because they are for female sims and the CC ignores when I take off the gender filters. Second thing, most of the eyes for male sims don’t have eyelashes! There are very few that have lashes on them and my CC lashes are broken. Luckily one of the pre-set eyes with lashes I could mess with until I got some eyes that I thought looked like Molly. I am very happy with the sim I ended up with. I wish the purple hair in the sims was darker or that there was a darker purple available, but I still think that he looks very cute. His hair is CC and so is most of his outfit besides the shoes. One of the screenshots of him actually shows him in his party wear (which is one of the outfits you set in the Sims 4 in case anyone was unaware. It can sound kinda odd to anyone who doesn’t know that’s what the category is called). The top of his party wear is CC as well. His skin tone is darker in-game like Beau and Jester’s and he also has freckles on his face and arms but those don’t show up well in the screenshots. (Also those aren’t pecs, both of the shirts you see him in are technically female tops so they add shadow and cleavage and you can’t get rid of it. I started on his body shape and went “okay let's make a twink”)  

Bonus Screenshot : Guess who won in a 1v1 video game match

[jojotier]

This Is Fine

Everything was on fire.

Tsukishima stared blankly at the smoke-filled living room, smelling burning polyester from the only new piece of furniture they’ve been able to bring into this dilapidated hovel of a place. Not for the first time he wondered just how in the hell he ended up here. Dealing with this. Presumably for the rest of his life.

Koito was in a slightly contorted position on the floor, kneeling with one leg positioned slightly to the left, surrounded by claw of newt and various explosive chemicals in a ring where the fire refused to enter. And he had the absolute audacity to look startled at Tsukishima’s entrance.

“Don’t tell Tsurumi,” was the first thing out of Koito’s mouth. Whatever else he said got mangled with satsumaben. Then Koito’s foot, despite being safely held within the circle where flames didn’t reach, caught fire. Not that it seemed to hurt Koito and not that Tsukishima was particularly surprised. It was just... Something that he did. He caught on fire randomly and often and didn’t freak out about it unless it was in his hair. Spontaneous combustion was just one minor inconvenience, but god forbid Koito’s hair be sacrificed.

“I won’t tell Tsurumi.” Tsukishima very calmly said. “... But I’m not hiding it. He’s going to see the aftereffects of this.”

“What! No he won’t!” Koito hastily screeched, getting to his feet. The fire from his foot clawed up his leg slightly as his right shoulder also caught on fire. Tsukishima should probably do something about that. Maybe he’d wait just a few more seconds, though, to make Koito suffer. Maybe it was the beginnings of smoke inhalation, or maybe it was dismay at the fact that the couch they might’ve been able to make off with was going to be singed beyond comfort- but it felt like the right thing to do. Or at the very least, the most gratifying thing. “Tsukishimaaaaa!”

“Just put it out.”

“Tsukishi-maaaaaaaaaaaa!!! I CAN’T.” Koito quickly ran his fingers through his hair, freaking the fuck out as the fire raged around the both of them. If Tsukishima wasn’t used to casual arson, he might have been worried about a bit of rotting wood falling from the ceiling above. “I’m a fire mage!!! I START FIRES, I don’t know how to PUT THEM OUT.”

“We need to invest in a fire extinguisher.” Tsukishima idly said, starting towards the kitchen. It wasn’t advisable to open up the windows and suck the moisture from outside- then all this smoke would start billowing out, and on the off chance someone found this remote hovel, they’d be alarmed. Best to take all due precaution in concealing themselves, possible suffocation notwithstanding. Maybe he’d ask Tsurumi about squatting in a place with a more open floorplan next time…

“DON’T JUST LEAVE ME LIKE TH-”

Tsukishima indeed left him there like that. Just so long as he got some water before Koito’s hair succumbed to the blaze, there was enough time. Thankfully, there was certainly enough time before Tsurumi and Usami came back from their scouting. Just enough for Koito to clean everything up if he were so insistent on the ill-advised notion of trying to hide his little experimental accident.

Plucking an old bucket from a long-abandoned corner of the hallway, Tsukishima dumped the clumps of maggot-ridden meat (that was the fun part about squatting in random houses- the fun little surprises of what was left behind) from it and continued on to the kitchen. They were lucky, this time- this little place didn’t have electricity, but it had a good deal of water still left, easily purified by some of Koito’s fire and his own sorting. Not that the water needed to be particularly pure to be able to put out the fire.

He passed by a kitchen island cut clean in half, wooden sides sticking up from the decaying floor, and turned on the tap. The water that oozed out was slightly thick in consistency, opaque, cloudy grey- and the goddamn smell… but if anything, maybe the disgusting stuff would be incentive enough to keep Koito from repeating this little venture, if only for the duration of their stay here.

Tsukishima made his way back into the room, only to be greeted by Koito, sprawled out over the floor like the melodramatic pile of pipe cleaners in the vague shape of a human being he just so happened to embody, cursing in a horrendous mix of understandable Japanese and satsuma dialect. Koito looked towards Tsukishima slowly, eyes squinted against the light of the fire which burned a few new holes in the floor. “What the hell is that smell…”

Tsukishima said nothing. It was easy enough to separate the pure water he needed from the putrid whole- especially since the second all that moisture left it, the grime congealed on the bottom of the bucket, sticking as fast as rust. Or ectoplasm. Eugh. He just tossed the water in the bucket out over the room, streams breaking off from the clear whole to cover the entire surface area of the room. The flames around the room extinguished, and then there was Koito, laying in the middle of the charred mess, soggy and disgusted. Koito slowly got up, a look of horror crossing his face.

“PLEASE tell me that water wasn’t from where I think you got it from!”

“Okay. This water wasn’t from where you think I got it from.”

“TsukisHIMAAAAAAAA!” Tsukishima wondered, not for the first time and certainly not for the last, how he hadn’t gone deaf yet. Especially since Koito, smelling vaguely like the gross shit from the kitchen sink, screamed directly into his ear while shaking his shoulders, “You’re such a LIAR!!”

“I don’t really know what kind of answer you were expecting,” Tsukishima said, and perhaps this was the moment when his patience was wearing thin. Just perhaps. “There’s only one source of water around here. Unless you’ve found any other alternatives you’re willing to share, we just have to deal with…” Tsukishima was just in the process of holding up the grime ladened bucket to illustrate his point when he realized- it was… strangely lighter, than it was a few seconds ago.

He glanced inside, and the metal exterior gleamed dully back. All the slime was gone.

Hm. Considering the sudden, slight breeze he was feeling- and not from any open windows, of which there were none in this house- Tsukishima could only suppose that this wasn’t good. He stepped back, pulling the moisture from the air around him close as Koito, bewildered, gave him a scandalized look. “Get back here! I wasn’t done yelling at you for-”

There was a sudden pop, bang, sizzle, and a storm cloud formed above Koito’s head. A flash of lightning was the only warning before the cloud opened up, pouring thick, smelly drops of the slime from the bucket directly over Koito’s hair and head. Tsukishima froze some of the water and used it as a makeshift, clear shield- even if there was no way in hell he was getting this gunk on him, there was also no missing the image of Koito, wide-eyed and shaking in rage, as the slime dripped down his forehead.

Twin peals of laughter sounded from the doorway, and Koito very slowly turned to face it. The Nikaidou twins were leaning against each other, gasping for breath as they pointed and laughed at Koito, with his top half drenched in muck which was made of materials that Tsukishima sorely wished to never learn about. Koito made a sound akin to a choking monkey.

“I’m going to KILL YOU-”

“Oh no!! I’m terrified,” Youhei snickered, walking in tandem with Kouhei as they quickly moved to the other side of the room. Kouhei snickered back, raising a hand and blowing a strong gust of wind Koito’s way. That wasn’t the best- Koito’s hands caught fire, and with the new source of oxygen, the flames dropped to the floor and reignited the living room anew. Tsukishima sighed. He just put the fire out in here….

And honestly, he had half a mind to just let it all burn as Koito ran after the Nikaidou brothers, gunk-cloud comically following after him like a living cartoon. Tsukishima was well past the point of being surprised, and as the room slowly became engulfed in flames, he blankly stared at it all.

Not for the first time- certainly not the last- he wondered if it was too late to run away to the mainland and take up. Farming or something. Maybe go indebt himself to a pair of elderly hot spring owners. Literally anything else.

It would beat being here, at this moment, watching Koito freak the fuck out over the slime in his hair catching on fire as Youhei and Kouhei sat back and tried to videotape it. Sighing, he encased the cloud above Koito’s head (because honestly, what were clouds but concentrated moisture useful for fucking with unsuspecting mages?) in a block of ice and pulled the clean water back out to douse the entire room. Then, he set the frozen slab of dirt to chasing the Nikaidous. Not that it wasn’t absolutely hysterical that Koito got doused earlier- but they did lead to Tsukishima having to deal with the second house fire today. He really didn’t want to deal with a third.

Before Koito could open his mouth to say something completely insufferable, which Tsukishima knew in advance would be utterly insufferable by the mere look on his face, the front door slid open.

“Hello boys~ I’m home…” Tsurumi poked his head into the room from the front hall, Usami on his heels. Then he stood and watched, taking in the scene.

The living room was still charred to all hell. Koito froze off the side, staring like a deer in headlights, while both Nikaidous were running around the room from the projectile dirt that Tsukishima had frozen and set about. Off to the side, the couch, the one nice piece of furniture they had found here, was burnt to its springy skeleton. And there was Tsukishima, standing in the middle of it all, looking blank as anything.

“... Tsukishima, is there… anything you want to tell me?” Tsurumi raised an eyebrow, apparently amused.

“Next time, sir,” Tsukishima said, “we need to find a house with a working bathtub.”

(This all is in honor of the beginning of mine and Gaz’s siren au, and the beginning of the main fic, Symphony Ad Libitum! Go ahead and have a look at what Gaz has written, it’s fantastic!)

[homerenovationmadisonwi]

Home Renovations Begin With Design Inspiration

Where do you get the interior design inspiration for your Madison WI home when it’s time for a change? Rooms, fixtures and entire floor plans eventually show their age. In addition your family lifestyle evolves as you age. So, when the time comes to remodel where do you start?

The first order of business is to define your priorities and piece together a vision for the finished project. A detailed plan is vital before additional steps come into play.

The elegance of a relaxing spa provided design inspiration for this up-dated bathroom.

Nothing happens until you can clearly explain your goals and reasons for taking on a significant change. Most people want to change their space to:

Improve its function – open concept kitchens, etc.

Make the home more comfortable – new interior décor, open spaces, additional rooms.

Accommodate lifestyle changes – growing family, “empty nest” or aging in place.

Up-date old concepts to new technology – spa bathrooms, etc.

Expand family living space – finish lower levels, etc.

Convenience – more storage, better organization, a new laundry room, mud room, etc.

Improve the resale value of the home – updating older homes is a solid investment.

In addition, your neighborhood plays a role. Many remodeling projects come from people’s desire to stay in an area they enjoy – good friends, good schools, etc. – while creating new, improved spaces.

Renovation Planning – The Big Picture

Once you have the top reasons for making a change firmly in mind, it’s time to identify project priorities. Why are you taking a renovation?

“I hate my kitchen”

Career change requires a home office

Kids are growing and need more spaces of their own

Create a “forever” home

As your thoughts come together it’s time to make a list – more likely, lists. At first there should be three lists:

Must Have – outline all the things that must change, be up-dated or removed.

Would Like To Have – these are the added attractions that would be nice to have but may not be doable.

If Only – these are the special, unique features on your wish list.

Research using the many publications, websites and TV productions you can access is a big help in getting additional details. These steps may seem trivial but each list is essential when it comes to setting your budget.

Seeking Design Inspiration

A kitchen design to fit the needs of a growing, active family provided design inspiration here.

If these resources don’t inspire you moving forward, look to local professionals. When it’s inspiration you need to bring your renovation vision into focus there’s more to it than hiring a contractor. To insure smooth progress from your basic plan to final walk-through, it’s wise to have your interior design professional in constant contact with on-site contractors. There are a lot of ways key elements in a design plan can get lost in translation. When designers and craftsmen are closely linked you increase the odds of a successful, mistake-free project. DC Interiors & Renovations is deeply rooted in the construction process as well as high-tech creative design. You get the best return from your investment working with a “Design-Build” organization.

Get Off To A Great Start

When you’ve completed your lists and collected pictures and product literature to illustrate your ideas it’s time to get serious. A successful renovation project breaks down to 5 stages:

Consultation and fact-finding

Detailed interior design completion and material selection

Creating a workable budget and timeline

Going to work – construction begins

Final finishing touches – creating décor to match

Step-by-step To Completion

A phone call or email to DC Interiors opens the dialog and begins the first stage.

Stage 1: Consultation and fact-finding

Getting to know you – you’ll have questions for designers and they’ll have plenty for you. Early on you build trust and understanding. Ask for references before making up your mind to proceed.

Getting to know your home – moving the process forward designers from DC Interiors, at no charge, visit your home. They will visualize the building blocks they have to work with, bringing a site vision into perspective. Understanding the space, a reliable budget based on your lists takes shape.

Details – after further discussion you receive a breakdown of the projects scope, a document to formalize your “wish list,” and a proposed contract.

Stage 2:  Expanding upon your plan

Once you agree upon a contract details flow into the plan – additional site visits for specific measurements and photos of all the spaces impacted by the project.

The design vision for the space becomes clear.

DCI designers create and “as is” recreation of the space and then provide 2-3 options for its renovation.

Once a floorplan is final a 3 dimensional graphic will help you visualize the finished space. Here’s where “I’ll know it when I see it,” homeowners appreciate the scope of each project.

Product selection – unless a professional in the construction business, homeowners don’t appreciate the depth of products available to them. Choosing from amongst dozens, maybe hundreds of styles, colors and quality levels makes this a daunting task. Creative designers provide guidance through this maze – offering suggestions and options (many you don’t know exist).

Minimize Delays, No Surprises

Stage 3: The “nitty gritty” –

With the final plan in hand and product options reviewed it is time to figure dollars and cents. Subcontractors and craftsmen walk through the space to determine what they will provide. Following through with accurate pricing. Bringing all the specialists in at an early stage helps to insure a smooth completion with few unforeseen developments.

DC Interiors generates a firm, total-cost budget that includes all your choices.

The final proposal includes the bottom-line price as well as a complete list of all the work to come.

Before moving on you’ll receive a “what to expect” outline of how work proceeds.

Stage 4: Work Begins

The largest segment of the project comes under Stage 4. It’ when all the physical work gets done.

A detailed timeline outlines what comes next – and times for weekly progress reports from project managers are established.

As they say on TV, “it’s demo day.” Out with the old and in with the new – there will be a disruption to your household. Be prepared.

Tradesmen and contractors will be in and out for weeks. Your DCI project manager will be onsite every day to answer questions the contractors or homeowner has. The founder of DC Interiors is a licensed contractor and understands what’s going on from both perspectives.

Stage 5:  Final Countdown

As work nears completion homeowners and designers walk around the new space, considering every derails. Together creating a “punch list” of work yet to come.

Here’s where a designer’s artistic flare shows – placing furnishings, adding accessories and providing all the finishing touches.

Award-winning design Inspiration

Whatever your reasons are, a remodel benefits from the skills of a professional Design-Build team. Interior designers working hand-in-hand with contractors insures continuity as the plan comes together.

There are a lot of moving parts to any project. Elegant spaces do not materialize without teamwork. DC Interiors & Renovation brings its award-winning dedication and skill to every project. Call, email or visit our Madison showroom and see what we’re all about. Or experienced interior design professionals provide interior design inspiration for spaces throughout Madison WI.

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https://dcinteriorsllc.com/home-renovations-begin-with-design-inspiration/

[davidoespailla]

Click, Buy, Build: Could Kit Homes, Now Available Online, Make a Comeback?

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A century before home buyers could open an app and thumb through scores of Colonials, Cape Cods, and Tudors, they could open a printed catalog and thumb through pages of homes for sale, in all different styles. And then they could order them through the mail!

The catch: These homes had to be put together, beam by beam, from more than 10,000 pieces of precut lumber, fitted windows, doors, and a building plan, like life-size Lincoln Logs. Niceties such as indoor plumbing and electricity weren’t usually included. But from the turn of the 20th century until about World War II, inexpensive “kit homes” allowed hundreds of thousands of Americans to become homeowners.

Catalog image and floorplan of Sears Magnolia model, and Magnolia kit house located Benson, North Carolina

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Today, DIY homes may be staging a resurgence as online retailing giant Amazon and other websites are bringing a new generation of build-it-yourself homes, in sizes from tiny to two-story, to the masses. Enterprising wannabe owners, stymied by high home prices, are turning to kit homes as cheaper alternatives for additions, vacation abodes, and even primary residences. And they can purchase them with the click of a mouse for just a few thousand dollars.

But while buying a kit home online may be a snap, assembling one is a whole other challenge.

“Building your own home from a kit is a very quaint and romantic notion,” says Rosemary Thornton, who has written seven books on kit homes. “But we’re not building homes on the prairie anymore.”

Even back then, the packages of materials that came from big retailers such as Sears, Roebuck and Co., Montgomery Ward, and the Aladdin Co. didn’t quite include all that was needed for a home. Buyers still had to procure land, build a foundation, and install plumbing, electrical, and possibly septic systems.

Today’s kit-home buyers need all that, plus a plethora of local permits. And since many Americans aren’t used to putting together anything more complex than an Ikea bookcase, they’d need to call in the pros for the complicated stuff.

This could make a return to kit homes a tough sell. But it isn’t stopping a new wave of companies and some enterprising buyers from giving it a shot.

The ultimate DIY project Rob Jenewein purchased this Allwood Eagle Point kit home.

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Since Allwood Industrials began selling its imported kit homes on Amazon in 2014, sales have tripled, says Tapani Pekkala, owner of the Palm Beach Gardens, FL–based company. This year, he expects to sell about 3,000 total assemble-yourself structures. Of that figure, he estimates about 450 to 500 will be at least 800 square feet—large enough to live in year-round.

(Amazon did not respond to repeated requests for data on its kit home sales.)

Layout of the Allwood Eagle Point cabin

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Most of Allwood’s customers are buying the kits for their vacation homes. As home prices have risen further out of reach for many would-be homeowners, more buyers are interested in saving a few bucks by purchasing residences they can put together themselves.

“Amazon has done wonders for us,” Pekkala says. “We never thought we could sell structures this large with these price tags online.”

Models range from 250-square-foot cabins to residences exceeding1,300 square feet. Prices start around $7,500 and go up to nearly $60,000. In comparison, the average price of a tiny home of 400 square feet or less is about $60,000, as Ryan Mitchell, managing editor of the Tiny Life, told realtor.com®.

“The cabin kits are designed for people who have never, ever built anything. … Some people say it’s like building a Lego house,” Pekkala says. “But when you go past 250 square feet and add that second floor, you probably want that professional crew.”

Those rock-bottom prices are appealing to buyers like medical device salesman Rob Jenewein, 35, who lives in the suburbs of Minneapolis. When he inherited a piece of lakefront property a few hours away in Chanhassen, MN, he wanted to put up a vacation cabin similar to the one he enjoyed growing up. So he called local builders for some quotes.

It was a discouraging process. “I didn’t really want to spend $200,000 to build something,” recalls Jenewein. He envisioned a cabin for hunting and fishing trips and where he and his wife and two daughters could use for weekend getaways.

So he began researching “build-it-yourself cabins” that were relatively cheap to put together. Eventually he found an 1,108-square-foot, two-story, three-bedroom, one-bathroom cabin for about $44,000 from Allwood.

Jenewein estimates he spent just over $100,000 on the cabin, which was finished in May. That included hiring a local builder, pouring a foundation, and installing a well and septic system. The home was also wired for battery and generator power.

“It’s kind of a blind leap of faith ordering something you haven’t walked through,” he says of the finished product, which he’s very pleased with. “You’ve spent $45,000 on a bunch of wood and you don’t know what’s going to come up.”

Kit homes: Sales premium or liability? The original Sears ad for George Lugeanbeal’s home

Of the roughly 250,000 kit homes sold in the previous century, about 90% are still standing—and some of them even come up for sale. Many of these homes were from Sears, which sold about 70,000 kit homes and offered 447 models and prices that ranged from about $500 to over $5,000. A dozen or so other companies offered kit homes during their heyday, in the early part of the 20th century.

Those companies included one started by visionary architect Frank Lloyd Wright. Before his company, American System-Built Homes, was shuttered in 1917, about two dozen of the homes were constructed.

Some of these older kit homes come with a historic cachet, says Catarina Bannier, a Washington, DC–based real estate agent with Compass.

“In more expensive areas, in neighborhoods where people are more aware of history, there’s a certain pride,” says Bannier, a kit home enthusiast. “And there’s a certain premium.”

For example, a two-bedroom, one-bathroom Sears home she listed in a wealthier community sold for 40% over its asking price last year, at about $635,000, and it wasn’t even in good shape.

“The buyer was very into it,” Bannier says.

She sold another kit home—a three-story, five-bedroom, five-bath model from the now-defunct Lewis Manufacturing—for $2.7 million in the DC area.

“[However], in lower-priced areas, sometimes people are insulted,” she says of buyers who view kit homes as lesser than traditional, stick-built structures constructed on site. In these neighborhoods, kit homes will often sell for a discount.

Shipping label for a Sears catalog house

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Some folks don’t even know they own a kit home—and are intrigued when they learn they do. More than a decade after George Lugeanbeal bought his three-bedroom home in Jacksonville, FL, he found a shipping label on the underside of an old floorboard during a kitchen renovation. But it disintegrated before he could get a good look. Later, he discovered another shipping label, this time with a clear address, on the backside of a window. He looked up the address and learned it was for an old Sears shipping yard near its former Illinois headquarters.

Cover of 1922 Sears Modern Homes catalog

Public domain

Initially Lugeanbeal assumed the house, which he bought with his wife in 1992 for $120,000, was simply built with Sears lumber. So he purchased an old Sears catalog to check it out.

“Everything that catalog started showing up as parts in my house,” says Lugeanbeal, 56, an IT professional. He soon learned he was living in a Model 179 Sears home. It was listed in a 1912 Sears catalog for a whopping $939.

“It doesn’t even have a name, which makes it rarer and cooler,” says Lugeanbeal, who has since become a kit home enthusiast.

Lugeanbeal discovered he lives in a Model 179 home, which was listed in a 1912 Sears catalog for $939.

Photo provided by Lugeanbeal

Could kit homes experience a resurgence?

The era of catalog homes began to come to a close in the 1930s, during the Great Depression, when fewer buyers could afford even the cheapest models. But it was really World War II, and the diversion of building materials to the war effort, that was the death knell of catalog homes. After the war ended, homes were becoming more complex, with new electrical and plumbing systems; building codes had tightened; and many buyers simply wanted fancier residences.

For those same reasons, many kit home experts don’t expect them to come back.

“The world has moved on,” says author Thornton. “We have an expectation of central heating. Heck, we have an expectation of central air.”

Rebecca Hunter, who’s also written books on kit homes and buildings, points out that today’s prefab and modular homes are perhaps a more appealing alternative. For these homes, entire walls and even rooms are mass-produced in a factory, simplifying assembly and keeping costs down.

So the new generation of kit homes may not catch on with the mainstream. But they still have fans among budget-conscious buyers looking for a small, simple home.

“I have zero regrets,” buyer Jenewein says of his kit cabin. “I’d recommend it to anyone.”

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