#Kitchen Ceramic Décor

[elipotmysterygifts]

As you embark on your journey of exploring the beauty of handmade ceramic teacup sets, remember that these pieces are not just objects; they are vessels of artistry, tradition, and personal connection. So, go ahead—indulge in the elegance of ceramic teacup sets and discover the art of savouring life's simple pleasures.

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Residential Floorplan Suggestions

New York City: TWO

(CC List + Links)

World Map: San Myshuno

Area: Spice Market – Waterside Warble

Lot Size:  30 x 30

Capacity:

A Dive Bar

An Internet Café

A Pizzeria

A Tattoo Parlor

Bonus: 6 residential rental units floorplans completed – not assigned

Gallery ID: Simstorian-ish

Packs Needed

Expansion Packs

Cats & Dogs

City Living

Discover University

For Rent

Get Together

Get To Work

Growing Together

High School Years

Horse Ranch

Snowy Escape

Game Packs

Dine Out

Dream Home Decorator

Jungle Adventure

Outdoor Retreat

Parenthood

Spa Day

Star Wars: Journey to Batuu

Strangerville

Vampires

Stuff Packs

Crystal Creations

Home chef Hustle

Laundry Day

Moschino

Kits

Castle Estate

Courtyard Oasis

Cozy Bistro

Desert Luxe

Recommended Gameplay Mods

(Please read through what each mod has to offer before deciding if it fits your gameplay style or not.)

Carl’s Dine Out Reloaded

City Vibes Lot Traits

Functional Tattoo Parlor

Functional Venue Lot Traits

Lock/Unlock Doors for Any Lot

Spawn Refresh

Use Residential Rentals shared areas as Community Lots & Create Multi-Purpose Community Lots

Build Mode

CharlyPancakes

Chalk Pt.2 (Tiles)

Felixandre

Chateau Pt. 1 (Stone Foundation)

Chateau Pt. 2 (Doors, Metal Pieces, Tiles, Walls)

Colonial Pt. 3 (Fence 2, Plaster Foundation 2, Railing 2)

Florence Pt. 1 (Fresco Mural)

Grove Pt. 4 (Plaster Column, Plaster Floor)

London Interior (Dining Chair, Stool, Walls)

Paris (Cartouche Large, Corbel, Swag)

Schwerin (Terracotta Female)

SOHO Pt. 2

SOHO Pt. 3

SOHO Pt. 4

Harrie

Brownstone Pt. 2 (Traditional Door Frame – Med, Traditional Door – Med, Traditional Window 2 - Med)

Coastal Pt. 2 (Column)

Klean Pt. 3 (Concrete Floor, Painted Walls)

Kwatei Pt. 1 (3x1 BiFold, Double Arch, Single Interior Door)

Mutske

Stairs Add-on

Lijoue

Louer Collection (Iron Fence, Railing, Stone Stairs)

Peacemaker

Bistro Expanded (Awning 1x1)

Graffiti Mural 01

Pierisim

Winter Garden Pt. 2 (Double Door High, High Window w Bottom x2)

Sooky88

Checkered Marble Floor

English Country Wall Set (Subway Tiles, Subway Tiles w Wallpaper)

Scandinavian Wall Set (Plain w Tiles)

Syboubou

Neighborly 1 (Ceiling Outdoor Light, Mailbox)

Neighborly 2 (Interphone)

Buy Mode

AroundTheSims4

Laundromat (Seating x3 – Metal Base)

Tattoo Parlor (First Aid Kits, Gloves, Ink, Ink Display, Light, Saddle Stool, Tattoo Gun)

Cepzid

Functional Tattoo Chair

Felixandre

Berlin Pt. 1 (Curtain – Tall)

SOHO Pt. 1

Harlix

Baysic (Coffee Table, container, End Table, Kitchen Cabinet, Kitchen Counter, Kitchen Island, Kitchen Sink, Kitchen Trolley, Kitchen Accent Counter 1-3, Sofa)

Jardane (Leather Pouffe)

Kichen (Cabinet, Cups, Glasses, Plant, Shelf)

Kichen 2.0 Pt. 2 (Glasses 2 & 4)

Harrie

Shop The Look 1 (Armchair, Coffee Table)

Shop The Look 2 (Ceramic Side Table)

Shop The Look 3 (Circular Cushion)

Spoons Pt. 2 (2 Tile Glass Pedastal- Short & Tall, Counters, Espresso Bar, Island, Pastry Platter, Pizza Board, Shelving)

Kiwisims4

Blockhouse Dining (Booth Seating)

KKB

The Chilling Home (Module Bar Stool)

LittlleDica

Greasy Foods (Napkins, Salt Shaker, Stalls Door, Stalls Wall, Vents, Wet Floor Sign)

Modern Kitchen Stuff (Soft Breeze)

Rise & Grind (Décor Mural 2, Décor Syrup Bottle, Décor Wall Painting Menu, Dining Tables – All, Wastebun Counter)

Max20

Happily Ever After (Sign of Attention)

NANDO

Fashion Store (Ceiling Lamp)

Pierisim

Coldbrew Coffee Shop Pt. 3 (Menu, Paper Cup, Tea Box, Tips Jar)

MCM Pt. 1 (Simstudio Display)

MCM Pt. 4 (Kitchen Island)

Ravasheen

Shake and Shimmy Dance Floor

Shop Chef (Drink Dispenser)

Severinka

Industrial Light II

Simkoos

Clutter Dump Pt. 2  (Boba Notepad, Boba Stacked Cups V1, Cafeteria Straw Dispenser)

SimspirationBuilds

Toffee Pt. 1 (Art)

Syboubou

Catherine Sushi Restaurant (Wall Shelf 1 & 3)

Contemporary Haven (Armchair, Artworks, End Table, Sofa 3P Left)

Macaron (Counter Display)

TaurusDesign

Lilith Chilling Area Pt. 1 (Bartender Kit, All Drinks, SulSul Sign)

Tuds

Cave (Panel Light 2 x 4)

IND 01

IND 03

Turn Couch

Wondymoon

Fraxinus AIO Computer (DL on Patreon)

DO NOT REUPLOAD MY LOTS.

DO NOT CLAIM THEM AS YOUR OWN.

DO NOT PLACE BEHIND A PAYWALL.

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[whatsnewalycat]

Psychomanteum / Chapter 11

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x OFC (2nd POV)

Chapter 11: Hollywood Forever Cemetery Sings

Chapter Summary: The first day in LA is a mixed bag.

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Word Count: 11.8k+

Content / Warnings: alternating pov, insecurities, mirror, angst, fluff, acting career things idk, video call, awkward/nervous speech patterns, toxic mother/family of origin issues, food/eating/hunger, argument, mentions of: infidelity, addiction, death, and infertility, crying, comfort sex, dirty talk, eating ass, oral sex (both r) face fucking, deep throating, squirting, anal play and sex, impact play, hair pulling, maybe a hint of degradation

Notes: Chapter title from "Hollywood Forever Cemetery Sings" by Father John Misty. Oooo a new banner, who is she?! I apologize for how long this is, it really got outta hand. Thank you for reading!!!

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“Holy shit, Dee,” you breathe, squinting as your eyes adjust from the darkness of the garage to the bright, open home. 

Dieter walks ahead of you, tossing his keys and sunglasses on a glass console table, kicking his shoes off onto the gleaming hardwood floor. Each noise seems amplified in the jarring silence. 

It smells like lemon pine-sol, and, based on how uncharacteristically spotless everything appears, you guess that he has someone come in and clean while he’s away. 

“It’s–I mean, wow–” you stammer, shaking your head as you examine your surroundings. 

The vaulted ceiling’s stained teak backbone stretches from one end of the house to the other, rafters extending from the beam like wooden ribs. On one side of you lies a dining room and kitchen, on the other, a living room and patio entrance. Light pours in through the living room’s floor-to-ceiling windows like giant frames showcasing the greenery of the patio, all lush with palm fronds and waxy-leaved bushes. 

The home’s décor is quintessential Dieter. 

Eclectic. Moody. Maximalist. 

Jewel- and earth-toned furniture, in all different finishes and fabrics, fill the open floor plan. The white walls are cluttered by art, a hodgepodge of creations. Prints and acrylic paintings and black ink illustrations, including some of Dieter’s originals. Plants are scattered around, next to windows and on tables, thriving in their glazed ceramic pots. 

Your fingers twitch, longing to experience every texture this buffet of materials has to offer. You feel yourself getting a little moon-eyed as you marvel at the place he calls home. It’s surreal.

And, if you’re being honest, daunting. 

When Dieter spends time with you in your domain, you feel you know him at his core. A loveable, chaotic, free spirit, who busies himself sketching and “taste testing” while you bake. Which mostly just means he eats cookies off the cooling rack when he thinks you’re not looking, but sometimes he draws pictures of you while he does it. 

You know him as someone who watches shitty TV and shittier movies with you just so you can make fun of them together, someone who theorizes out-loud about existentialism and Garfield in the same breath, who wraps himself around you when you sleep because, even when he’s dreaming, he wants your skin clinging to his. 

You don’t know him as Dieter Bravo, Academy Award Winning Actor. 

No. 

To you, he’s Dee. The man you fell in love with so haphazardly, it sometimes makes you question your own sanity. 

The existence of this other part of his life, with film sets and photoshoots and interviews and stylists and red carpet premieres, all these stringent show pony requirements, so paradoxical to the person you know and love… It makes you uneasy. 

Is he different when he’s here? 

Is Dieter Bravo, Hollywood Movie Star, the same man as Dee, Bubble Bath Connoisseur?

It’s something you’ve largely been able to ignore. 

But, since you’re being honest, you can admit that the disparities between his life and yours make your skin crawl sometimes. 

Like right now, when you’re standing here in the entryway of his gorgeous home, whose property value is probably greater than your lifetime’s gross income, holding the handle of your ratty old carry-on suitcase. Your piece of shit suitcase, with its broken zipper, and this big tear in the side.  

Which, really, has never bothered you before. It’s a goddamn suitcase. It holds things from point a to point b, and this works just fine. 

But Dieter has this ridiculous fucking suitcase with a heavy-duty metallic shell, and 360-degree wheels that glide effortlessly through airports, and a fucking phone charger. A fucking phone charger in a suitcase, seriously?

It’s just so… exactly how you fucking feel standing next to him sometimes. 

And, as if to prove your point, when you release the handle of your piece of shit carry-on, it topples over sideways against his space-age phone charger on wheels. 

All you can do is sigh. Stare at luggage. Try to ignore the voice that bombards your thoughts, telling you he’s obviously out of your league. 

Sneering at you, saying, “Get real, this fucking guy is way too rich to be humoring you.”

Saying, “Louella Rose, once he knows you’re trash, he’ll be gone for good, I can tell you that much.”

“Want me to show you around?” Dieter asks, the low timbre of his voice a butter knife cutting through the thick fog of your thoughts. He steps closer and plants his wide palm on the small of your back. 

You turn to him with a smile you know is flaccid, but nod, “Lead the way.” 

He studies you for a moment, dark eyes darting around your face, no doubt sensing the apprehension you can’t shake, and proves your suspicion true when he asks, “What’s wrong?”

Your throat tightens and you drop your gaze to the colorful entryway rug beneath your feet, shaking your head as you admit, “I—I don’t know. I’m… kind of freaking out, I think,” your voice cracks, and words start to tumble from your mouth, “I just keep thinking that I don’t belong here, like I’m too fucking poor to be doing this, I mean, to be here, and-and I’m so fucking nervous that I’m gonna fuck this up somehow—”

“Hey, come on,” Dieter coos, one hand settling at your waist, the other brushing against your cheek, “Look at me, Lua.”

You do. 

His eyes bore into yours, unblinking and sincere, “It’s gonna be ok. I promise.”

Your brows press together and you swallow hard, then nod. 

“We’re gonna do this stupid interview, which you’re gonna fucking nail–”

You look away. 

He tilts your chin towards his face again, refusing to let you hide, repeating, “Which you’re gonna fucking nail. You know why?”

You just stare at him, half-expecting him to say because you have to or I won’t love you anymore, but instead, he says, “Because you are fucking amazing, Louella. You are brilliant, and gorgeous, and genuine, and hilarious, and capable of fucking anything. Ok?”

His words, so sure and earnest, soothe your inflamed sense of worthlessness. 

A burning sensation works up your throat, then spreads behind your eyes. Hot tears roll down your cheeks. You wipe them away with the back of your hand and croak, “Don’t say things like that to me, it’s too sweet and makes me cry.”

“Listen here, doll,” he cups your face and raises his eyebrows, a mischievous grin playing on his lips, “I’ll compliment you as much as I goddamn please.”

You let out a wet, nasally chuckle and link your hands behind his neck, then sniffle, “Fine. I guess. If you say so.”

“That’s what I thought,” he mumbles. His thumbs work against your damp cheeks as he brings his lips to yours, gentle and soft. 

When he pulls back, he clears his throat and turns back to the vacant house, “Alright, sweet cheeks, let’s give you the official tour.”

The term of endearment makes you laugh and shake your head, “Dieter, I swear to god–” 

He grabs your hand and tugs you onward, ignoring your feigned protest. 

At the tail end of the tour, Dieter swings open the door to his spacious bedroom. You recognize the tall, chartreuse walls and the puffy white linens tucked around his bed. 

Of all the rooms in his house, including the art studio set up down the hall, this is the one that feels the most like Dee. It’s a little messy, but in a lived-in way you expect from him. Relatively no-frills. Comfortable. Homey. It smells like him, not like lemon pine-sol. 

You gravitate towards a chest of drawers that sits opposite his bed, grinning at a pile of rings, lighters, coins, and crumpled up cash. A big, rectangular mirror mounted on the wall above it catches your attention. 

All kinds of paper mementos are stuffed into the mirror’s frame. Your eyes wander along the edge, stopping to study a picture of him, much younger and more angular than he appears now, with a woman whose bright, dimpled smile matches his. 

“Is that your mom?” you ask, pointing to it. 

“Yeah,” he walks behind you and wraps his arms around your middle, tucking your shoulder under his chin, watching you through the mirror as your eyes leapfrog to each little piece of him.

A ticket stub to a Prince concert at Madison Square Garden in July 2004. 

An old polaroid of two dark-haired young boys roller skating. 

“Tomás?” 

“Mhmm.”

You tilt your head and frown, “Can I ask you something?” 

“No,” he deadpans, blinking at you through the mirror. 

“Shut up,” you snort, then ask, “Why the fuck are you named Dieter?”

He laughs at this, throwing his head back to boom at the ceiling before returning to your reflected gaze. 

“I mean, I’m sorry—It’s just so…”

“White?” he smirks. 

“Yes!” you laugh, covering your mouth, “Is that your real name?!”

“No,” he grins, then shrugs, “Well, legally it is. But my parents named me Manuel Diego Soto Flores. Diego is what everyone called me.”

“Stop it, oh my god. You are blowing my fucking mind right now,” you shake your head at the whiplash this information gives you, then pause, “Wait, why did you change it?”

“My agent suggested I use a stage name way back when. Dieter Bravo sounded cool,” he explains, and chuckles a little as he tells you, “I got in an argument with my folks about it when work started picking up, and legally changed it just to piss them off.”

“Wow,” you raise your eyebrows and laugh, “That is… truly petty.” 

“That it is,” he sighs, his smile faltering. 

“So, what am I supposed to call you? Diego? Dieter?” you smirk, meeting his gaze in the mirror. 

“Dee,” he answers, “I like Dee.”

“I can do that.”

You hold his gaze for a few moments, relishing the heat that swells in your chest, then resume your study of his artifacts, squinting to read the faded black ink of a few movie stubs lined up together: Eyes Wide Shut, Donnie Darko, The Departed, Fight Club, Whiplash, Titanic, Toy Story 3. 

Next to them, you spot a wrinkled brown paper square, etched with unruly black ink strokes into a blueberry branch. You tilt your head at it, then glance down at the blueberry branch tattooed on your forearm. 

Your eyes flick to the reflection of Dieter’s face and find him already staring at you. A question creases your forehead, and he answers with a shrug. Tingles spread across your belly. You smooth your hand against his and leave it there. 

“Look, I printed the ones from the elevator,” he chuckles, pointing to a picture of the two of you stuffed into one side of the mirror’s frame, stone-faced, black grease paint and mascara co-mingling with red lipstick, smudged all over your mouths and cheeks. Below that, the shot Dieter took a second later when you both broke, faces lit up with laughter, eyes bent up into barely visible crescents. 

“Oh my god,” you laugh, hand flying to your mouth, “Come on, we have way cuter pictures than those.”

“Those are my favorite, though,” he smiles, kisses your cheek, then tucks your shoulder back under his chin.

You shake your head and sigh, grinning as you tell him, “Fuck, I like you.”

“Yeah?” he snorts, “You think so?”

You nod, rubbing your thumb against his. 

“I like you, too,” he murmurs. 

“Thank god, or this would be really awkward,” you joke as you return your gaze to the relics framing his mirror. 

A snapshot of him, a generation younger, all gaunt and baby-faced, leaning against a high top table crowded with half-empty cups, ice cube islands rising from brown mixed drinks. Two young men across the table from him, his arm draped around a young woman’s shoulders. All four of them glow with a boozy shine, wide and carefree smiles stretched across their faces. 

“Who’re these people?”

“Old friends from my theater days in New York,” he murmurs, “I don’t talk to them much anymore. There’s Glenn, you might’ve met him.”

He points to a tan guy with a brown pompadour and a very punchable face, who’s wearing a baby blue polo shirt and holding up his middle finger. 

You sift through your memory for someone who might have looked like that fifteen or twenty years ago, but come up blank and shake your head, “I don’t think so.”

“He was at Katie’s party that one night, and, uhh… actually, I almost brought him up to your apartment the first time I met you, but he was being an asshole and wouldn’t get out of the car.” 

“Not ringing any bells,” you frown, “Actually, now that I think about it, I don’t think I’ve met any of your friends.”

His tongue clicks against the roof of his mouth, then he mutters, “Well, I would certainly introduce you to them. If I had any.” 

You try to think of a contradiction to this statement, racking your brain for an instance of him at least hinting at the existence of a friend. 

“What about all the people you party with?”

“Haven't done much of that lately. Besides,” he cocks an eyebrow and curls his lip, “Those aren’t friends. Never were. And, uhh… I did a solid job alienating my real friends a long time ago.” 

You look at him through the mirror. 

His eyes are all dull and forlorn. Far away. 

A sharp pain splits your sternum. 

You wriggle around to face him, cupping his cheeks, brushing your thumbs against his patchy beard until he meets your eyes again. Then you tell him, “I’m your friend. Parker’s your friend. You’re not alone anymore, ok?”

His shoulders slump and eyebrows thread together, molding his features into this tender expression that makes your stomach flip and chest ache. 

He doesn’t say anything, just pulls you into a hug, squeezing you tight. You slide your hands to the back of his head to comb your fingers through his soft curls. 

A commotion erupts at the other end of the house. The front door opening and closing. Rustling and conversation. A feminine voice echoes down the hall, calling, “Hello?” 

“That must be them,” he murmurs, and starts away, but you pull him back. You wrap your arms around his midsection and bury your face against his t-shirt. 

“Wait, just… a little bit longer,” you say, closing your eyes to soak up the warmth from his body. It seeps into your bloodstream and feels like sunshine in your veins. He rests his head against your hair, taking a deep breath in, and you feel his body relax again. 

The clack-clack-clack sound of heels against the hardwood floor draws closer, but the two of you just stand there, all wrapped up in the other, until someone crosses the threshold to his room, comes to a stop, and says, “Oh, you are here.”

You part and turn towards the intrusion: A neatly made-up, petite, brunette woman wearing a fitted navy blue pantsuit. 

“Darlene,” Dieter greets, crossing the room to envelop her in a one-armed hug. They press a chaste kiss into the other’s cheek. He returns to your side, palm sliding against the small of your back, and introduces you both, “Darlene, Louella, Louella, Darlene.”

You meet her meticulous hazel eyes and smile wide, outstretching your hand to shake hers, “Hi, so nice to meet you.” 

She reaches out and accepts the invitation. Both your gazes drop to study the contrast of your hands. Hers are dainty, soft, blemish-free; adorned with shiny, blush pink fingernails smoothed to rounded tips. Yours bear the scars and calluses earned by over a dozen years of baking, your naked, short fingernails hosting jagged edges from nervous biting. 

When you step back, heat creeps up the back of your neck. She looks so… unimpressed. Annoyed, even. The barely perceptible twitch of her thin eyebrow cocking, lip curling, eyes flicking around your person like she’s identifying weak spots. Then she plasters on a polite smile that doesn’t reach her eyes and asks, “Do you prefer Louella or Lua?” 

“I don’t care,” you chuckle nervously, “Lou, Lua, Louella, whatever you want.”

You glance at Dieter, swallowing hard. He smooths his thumb against your spine.

“I’ll call you Louella,” Darlene decides with a quick nod, then looks from you, to Dieter, “Should we get started? We have a lot of work to do.” 

On your way to the dining room, you cross paths with a short, curvy woman whose brown, tightly coiled hair bounces around her round face as she hauls two thick garment bags into a bedroom. She peaks over the luggage and calls, “Oh, hi!” when she spots you. 

She spins on the heel of her beige pumps to face you, shifting the bags to one hip, “Louella, right?” 

“Yeah,” you smile and wave at her. 

“Kelly,” her hot pink lips stretch into a bright smile and she shakes your hand, looking you up and down before diverting her dark eyes to Dieter, “Nice catch, Bravo.” 

Dieter smirks at the comment, eyeing her tenuous grip on the bags, “Need some help?”

She just scoffs and raises an eyebrow at him before spinning around and starting down the hallway. Dieter shrugs after her, then ushers you into the dining room, where a frantic looking young man is setting out three labeled mint green to-go boxes on the stained oak table, assigning seats to you, Dieter, and Darlene. 

“Lua, this is Lincoln, my PA,” Dieter gestures between the two of you, “Lincoln this is Lua, my girlfriend.”

“Hi,” Lincoln tucks a strand of dark blonde hair behind his ear and leans his tall frame across the table, extending his hand. 

“Nice to meet you, Lincoln,” you meet his ocean blue eyes as you take it in yours and shake it. Dieter settles into his assigned dining room chair, leaning back against the burnt orange suede. You take your seat next to him. 

“Nice to meet you, too,” Lincoln flashes a quick smile, then glances from Dieter, back to you, “I’ve heard a lot about you.” 

“Oh yeah?” you grin over at Dieter, who’s crossing his ankle over his knee, watching you with amusement, and tell Lincoln, “Good things, I hope.”

“Terrible things,” Dieter teases, letting his head dangle to one side. 

“Nothing but the utmost praise,” Lincoln insists.

A nutty aroma wafts up from the box with your name on it. You recognize the briny sharpness and name it, “Oh, fuck, did you get us pad thai?”

“It’s from that place you wanted to try,” Dieter tells you. 

You wiggle and clap your hands together, reaching for the box as Darlene approaches the table. Lincoln scurries into the kitchen and makes himself look busy. She sits down with a sense of urgency that makes you fold your hands in your lap and sit up straighter. 

“Here’s the plan,” she pushes the takeout box away, leaning over her open notebook, “Interview with DIRT at 4:00 today. Louella, we’ll practice your answers for a bit, then Kelly will help you pick some clothes,” her eyes flick from the notebook, to you, then to Dieter, and she says, “While you’re in town, I think it’ll be good for the two of you to be seen in public together, but I have some ground rules—”

“Jesus Christ, Darlene,” Dieter groans, scrubbing his hands over his face as he leans his elbows onto the table, “What are we, teenagers?”

“Well, Dieter, play stupid games, win stupid prizes,” she blinks at him.

“What the fuck does that mean?” he scoffs.

“It means,” she snips, zeroing in on him, “With all the bullshit you’ve pulled in the past year, you’re not exactly rolling in prospects, are you?”

He doesn’t say anything in response, just clenches his jaw. 

She continues, “It’s a goddamn miracle you managed to land that Mike Flannigan job—”

You turn to him and gasp, “You got it?!” 

This big, giddy smile spreads across his face when he meets your eyes and nods, “Yeah.”

“But he could lose it if this doesn’t go right,” Darlene advises, pulling your attention to her. She shoots a glare from you to Dieter, “So we’re going to follow my direction, right?” 

Your face falls and you clear your throat, then stammer, “Y—yeah, of course.” 

Dieter shifts in his seat, pressing his mouth against his clasped hands. 

“As I was saying,” Darlene continues, raising an eyebrow as she drops her gaze to the notebook, “You’re both to be on your best behavior while in public. No drugs, no parties, no more than a glass of wine, no public fornication. We’re going full Disney rules of conduct, ok?”

When Darlene blinks up at you, you nod, “No problem.” 

“Alright, let’s rehearse some Q&A,” she sighs, turning her attention back to her notebook. 

She runs through questions the interviewer might ask, reconstructing your answers from nervous ramblings into practiced statements. It’s like a mental boot camp the way she attacks this, and, honestly, it’s quite impressive. 

When Darlene is confident you won’t respond to questions like: “How did you and Dieter meet?” with answers like: “We dropped acid in a closet with my best friend,” the drills cease. Just when you think you’re safe to open that mint green box with your name on it, Darlene stands from the table, “Alright, let’s go see what Kelly has for you.”

You have to physically restrain yourself from pouting as she starts off down the hall. 

“Here, quick,” Dieter shoves his open container of pad thai in your hands. You manage to take a few bites before Darlene comes back to see where she lost you. 

“Coming, sorry,” you swallow and give it back to him. 

Darlene and Kelly decide you’re wearing a balloon-sleeved white silk blouse and a high-waisted, billowing, floral skirt that comes down to your ankles. 

Once your makeup and hair are styled, and you're all done up and presentable, not unlike a feral mutt turned show dog, Darlene holds her hand out to you, palm facing the ceiling, and says, “You’ll have to take off your wedding ring.” 

“Oh,” you frown at her, then at the simple gold band on your left hand’s ring finger. With a heavy blue sigh, you slide it off your finger, and drop it in her extended hand. 

When you emerge from the bedroom, Darlene trailing behind you, Dieter is pacing the length of the living room, dressed in a short-sleeved white button-up and navy blue slacks. He spots you and stops in his tracks. A grin spreads across his face, “Oh wow, look at you.” 

“Look at you,” you counter, matching his smile as you look him up and down. 

He wipes his hands on his pants, then strides over to you and kisses you. His lips are eager when they meet yours. You link your hands at the nape of his neck and arch your back into him, losing yourself momentarily. When he pulls back, he presses his forehead against yours and murmurs, “You look like… a sexy kindergarten teacher. I like it.”

You laugh and shake your head, “Oh yeah, this is doing it for you?”

“Fuck yeah it is,” he rumbles, then grips your waist and kisses you again.

“Alright, it’s almost time,” Darlene prods impatiently from a few feet away, “Where’s your laptop?”

Dieter mutters something under his breath, then steps back from your embrace and tells her, “I’ll go get it.” 

As he goes off down the hall, you plop down on the overstuffed couch. Its deep, rich brown leather feels buttery soft against the small sections of your exposed skin. You cross your legs, smoothing the soft fabric of your skirt over your knees, “Is it a video call?” 

Darlene takes a cursory glance in the direction Dieter went, then sits down next to you, her words hushed and serious as they flee her lips, “Louella, his career is teetering on the edge of a cliff right now. One more blow could send the whole thing crashing down. Do you understand how important it is that this goes well?” 

An icy rush of panic floods your veins. You meet her hazel eyes and nod. 

“Good,” she says, searching your face, “Don’t fuck it up.” 

Lincoln and Kelly leave for the day once everything is set up. Darlene stages you and Dieter hip-to-hip in the middle of his couch, then starts pacing behind the laptop, occupying a strip of the living room’s black- and white-striped rug between the glass top coffee table and a black brick-faced wood fireplace. 

Pixelated face pops up on Dieter’s laptop screen. You can make out David Alterman’s egg-shaped bald head and thick-rimmed glasses. He says, “Hello hello, how are we doing today?” 

“Pleasure to see you,” Dieter gives a nod and drapes his arm over your shoulders. You flash a smile to the computer and wave. 

David continues, “I just want to start by saying thank you for meeting with me today. On the phone earlier, Darlene said that there were some things you wanted to discuss regarding your new friend.” 

“Girlfriend,” Dieter corrects, glances at you, then back at the screen, “There was an article by your, uhh… publication speculating who she is. We wanted to go on record and introduce her, get it all out in the open.”

“Fantastic. Well, the floor is yours.”

Dieter clears his throat and squeezes your shoulder.

“Oh, ok—um, hi, my name is Louella,” your voice comes out too loud, and your heart starts pumping heat through your body, up your neck, across your face. You wriggle in your seat and explain, “Sorry, I’m really nervous, I’ve never done anything like this before.” 

David chuckles, “That’s ok, dear. Why don’t you start by telling me how the two of you met?” 

Your eyes flick to Darlene in the background, following her moving form. She gives you a nod of encouragement. You take a deep breath. 

“We met at Katie’s party in February. My best friend, Parker, convinced me to go, and, yeah, I ended up meeting Dee there,” a big smile stretches across your face as you explain, “I remember meeting him, and I felt this connection to him like,” you snap your fingers, “right away. It was fucking bananas—er, sorry, regular bananas. But. It was like I had known him my whole life or something, you know? We—me, Parker, and Dee—spent the night together,” at this, you see David’s bushy brown eyebrows perk up, and your cheeks start burning, “N-not like that, like sexual or anything, we just talked and joked around. Instant friends. It was so much fun. And, you know, it’s funny, because I didn’t even know he was an actor—”

“You didn’t?” David frowns. 

“No,” you chuckle, “The next morning when we were all getting breakfast there was this guy taking pictures of us eating pancakes, which I thought was fu—um, weird, but then Dee and Parker explained… Well, y’know. Paparazzi and all that.” 

“Is that when you started dating?” 

“No,” you shake your head, glancing down to your hands, “We were just friends for a few months before that started. My, um… my husband died about a year ago in a car accident, so I was… not in a hurry to start any kind of romantic relationship.” 

Your thumb rolls along the seam of your finger that’s usually covered by your wedding band. 

“And yet, here we are. What changed?” 

“I fell in love with him,” you explain, flicking your gaze from Dieter, who squeezes your shoulder, then straight into the camera, “You know when you meet someone and it’s like… they vibrate on the same frequency as you or whatever? Like they were made to be in your life? It was like that. I don’t know, it was fucking crazy. Shit, sorry for swearing—”

“It’s fine,” David says, “I’ll edit it out.”

You release a relieved sigh, “Ok. Well, anyway, I wasn’t—I mean, neither of us were expecting this to happen. But it did. So I took a chance on him, on us, and… yeah. I’m so glad I did.” 

“That’s great,” David smiles at the camera, then looks down at his notes, “So you said the two of you met at Katie’s party—Is that Katie Wainwright?”

“Yes,” you answer. It takes all your energy to remain neutral. To keep your body from twitching in discomfort at the mention of her. 

“Are the two of you friends? Do you run in those circles?”

“Oh, no,” you snort and shake your head, “Parker is a drag performer, under the stage name Jackie Lantern, and knows quite a few theater folks in New York. It’s all him. I was just tagging along.”

“I see. And what do you do for a living?”

“I’m a baker.” 

“Pastry artist,” Dieter interjects, leaning forward, “She makes some of the best goddamn pastries I’ve ever had in my life.” 

You beam at this. He gives you an encouraging little wink that makes your heart skip a beat. 

“Oh, you have a bakery?” 

“No,” you say with a little too much haste, then stammer, “Well, not really. It’s not a brick and mortar store or anything. I run it out of my apartment. But, I’d love to—you know, someday, open a bakery.” 

“Sounds like a good investment for your boyfriend to make,” David hints.

“Oh, no, I’m not,” you clear your throat and shake your head, “I want to do it myself.” 

“Independent,” David observes, then looks down to his notes, “Dieter has had a lot of big changes in his personal life this past year as well, with his divorce to Anika, and the scandals surrounding it. Do you worry that those patterns are bound to repeat themselves?”

Dieter’s body tenses beside you. 

You furrow your brow and frown slightly, then glance up to Darlene, whose stare can only be described as a warning. 

Downshifting your face from confusion to thoughtfulness, you answer, “I think… We both have pasts that present challenges in our relationship. It’s not exactly easy-breezy all the time, but that’s the thing with love, right? You take the person, demons and all, and choose to love them anyway?”

David jots down some notes. Your guts twist when you recognize the opportunity to do what you came here to do. 

“And, you know, speaking of which, one of the things I wanted to bring up during this interview is that I—um, I have a criminal record,” you swallow hard and turn to look at Dieter. 

He takes his arm from your shoulder and closes his hands into fists, thumbs pointed upward as he presses them together and draws a circle with them. 

Together. 

Warmth washes over you and you smile at him. He slides his palm against yours and interlaces his fingers with yours. 

“Oh?” 

You turn back to the laptop and sigh, “Yeah. I was arrested in 2018 on drug trafficking charges. I was convicted of a felony—and, you know, I didn’t have to serve any hard time or anything, just probation, thank fucking god, and I’ve changed a lot since then, but it’s still… still a factor,” you drop your gaze to your lap and shrug, “And, of course, the dead husband thing is a considerable amount of baggage. We live across the country from each other. There’s—there’s a lot that’s difficult about this. But I still think that what we have together is so fucking worth it.” 

“It is,” Dieter confirms, giving your hand an encouraging squeeze. 

“Thank you for being so open about this, Louella. This must be hard for you to do,” David says in a monotone voice, not looking up from his note taking. 

“You have no idea,” you release a big, elated sigh, “But, like mentioned Dieter earlier, we don’t want people to think we’re trying to hide any of this, because we’re not. We’re just trying to move forward together.” 

“I appreciate your honesty,” David says mildly, looks down to his notes, then squints up at the computer, clicking around as he tells you, “Now, after DIRT published the article questioning your identity, we received a call. I’m going to play that for you now…”

You glance from Dieter, to Darlene. Their confused expressions match yours. 

“My name is Hannah—”

Your stomach drops to the floor. You whisper, “Fuck.”

“—I hear you’re trying to figure out who this woman is with Dieter Bravo. Well, I can tell you, that’s my daughter. Her name is Louella Rose Friedman. Now I don’t know what the hell she thinks she’s doing with this man, but I do not approve. I mean, really now, her husband died less than a year ago!”

Static tingles in your ligaments and fills your lungs. Your head shakes back and forth in protest, but her shrill voice continues to project across the room, scraping against your eardrums. 

Dieter releases your hand and leans forward, trying to speak over the recording, warning, “Ok, David, that’s enough—”

“And this man? Dieter Bravo? Just like him from what I can tell. And I don’t mean to speak ill of the dead, but—”

Everything moves far away in an instant as your mind disconnects from your body. A high-pitched ringing noise dulls the noises around you. 

From far away, your mom says, “He had a problem with drugs, you know, big problem, had other women, too.”

“Stop,” Dieter grinds out over your mother’s recorded voice.

“Lost his goddamn mind, tried to kill them both—”

Darlene scrambles over to the laptop and turns it towards her, “David, this is Darlene—”

“I just don’t understand what that girl thinks she’s doing getting involved with someone like this again, especially so soon?” 

“No, nope,” Dieter stands, then booms, “This ends right FUCKING now!” 

The sudden snap of him slamming the laptop shut and the dead silence that follows jolts you like a cattle-prod.

You flee the living room, down the hallway, into Dieter’s bedroom, then dial her number. 

She picks up on the second ring. 

“Louella Rose, what in God’s name do you think you’re doing?” your mother’s heavy midwestern accent pierces your eardrum. 

“Are you fucking kidding me, mom? What do I think I’m doing? What the fuck are you doing?!” your teeth grit and and hiss, “Calling a fucking tabloid, really?”

“I only wanted them to know the truth—”

“That is fucking bullshit and you know it,” you growl, crossing an arm over your belly, pacing the floor, “You wanted fucking attention. Well, you’ve got it, congratu-fucking-lations!” 

“I’m just looking out for your best interest. That man is bad news, Louella.“

“How the FUCK would you know?!”

“I know he has a cocaine habit, and that he cheated on his wife, does that sound like anyone else?” 

You clench your jaw and shake your head.

“I’m sorry for caring—”

“You don’t fucking care! You have never fucking cared! If you cared, you would have talked to me, not a fucking tabloid. That shit you told them—” your voice cracks, but you swallow the lump in your throat and continue, “Mom, that’s not your story to tell. It’s mine.” 

An exasperated sigh crackles in your ear, then she says, “You shouldn’t get tangled up in his world, Louella—”

“What I do, who I date, is none of your fucking business. It’s not your decision. I am a grown ass woman.”

“You might be a grown woman, but you’re still my baby girl, and I don’t want you to wind up dead this time,” she clicks her tongue against her teeth, “I’d say you’ll understand someday when you have your own kids, but that’s just another thing Ethan ruined, isn’t it?”

Your entire field of vision floods with red. 

“Mom?”

“Yes?”

“When I hang up the phone, do not contact me ever again. You are fucking dead to me. Do you understand?”

“Oh, come on, Louella, don’t be dram—”

You end the call. 

Dieter hovers a few feet from his open bedroom door. His nerves tingle with anticipation. Hushed sobs call out to him and grip his heart. 

How long does he wait before going in to comfort you? Would you rather have time alone?

Part of him feels terrible for eavesdropping. Well, eavesdropping might not be the right word, considering how your heated words reverberated from one end of his home to the other effortlessly. It’s not his fault the goddamn place is like a resonance chamber. 

Dieter hears Darlene in the living room chewing someone out over the phone. The words “so fucking unprofessional” echo down the hall, filled with venom. She’s in full tirade mode. Out for blood. 

It gives him a smug sense of satisfaction hearing her wield this rage towards someone else. 

If he knows anything about Darlene, it’s that this will take a while. She won’t stop until she’s had her fill, until her belly is swollen and ripe with vindication. Then she’ll lap the sticky blood from her hands, smoke a cigarette, and say, “Here’s what’s next.”

He raps a knuckle against the doorframe and asks, “Can I come in?”

“Yeah.” 

The word is soggy and muffled. He enters the room, closing the door behind him, and finds you sitting cross-legged in the middle of his bed, face buried in your hands. You don’t look up at him. 

He crawls onto the bed behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, pressing his forehead against the nape of your neck. Warm notes of vanilla and macadamia nuts waft off your hair. You feel so rigid under his touch.

“Talk to me, baby,” he murmurs, tugging you closer. 

“Did I fuck it all up?” 

Your voice comes out in a squeak, like you squeezed the words from your throat. Wet sobs bubble up your throat and shake your shoulders. 

“No,” Dieter frowns, “Do you really think that?”

You shrug and release a shattered breath. 

“Absolutely fucking not,” he assures you, “Hey, listen to me. You were fucking amazing.” 

“But—”

“No, no buts. You were perfect. And—and brave, so fucking brave,” he nuzzles into that perfect space between your shoulder and neck and says, “I’m so proud of you, Louella.” 

“Really?” you sniffle and wipe your eyes on the sleeve of your shirt, smearing black makeup onto the luxurious white silk. 

“Holy shit, yes,” he chuckles, pulling you closer, relishing the way your hunched up muscles seem to slacken, “Before the bullshit that rat fuck pulled, you were perfection. Killed it, I swear to god, doll. And—and none of that last part was your fault. David shouldn’t have sprang that on us, and your mom,” he scoffs and shakes his head, gnashing his jaw back and forth as he tries to choose his words carefully, then finally says, “I’m sorry, but that was fucking despicable. You didn’t deserve that.”

“You didn’t deserve that,” you sniffle.

“No, I definitely deserved that,” he mutters, glancing up to the mirror, meeting his own eyes only for a moment before diverting his gaze.

Your hand slides over his and you move your thumb in gentle strokes against his skin, “She’s the fucking worst, Dee.”

He hums in acknowledgment, then inquires, “Was that her on the phone?”

“Yeah,” you answer, and your voice comes out all quivering and squeaky, “I, um… I told her to never talk to me again.” 

“I heard,” he confesses.

“Oh,” you breathe. 

His pulse jumps and he stammers, “I—I wasn’t trying to or anything, I swear, the noise just carries—”

“I know,” you squeeze his hand, “It’s ok.”

Your crying wanes in intensity, but the air around you is still dense and stormy. Dieter kisses your shoulder and asks, “What can I do to help you right now, baby?”

You ponder this for a long moment. When your response comes, it jolts his insides. Sucks the air from his lungs. 

“Fuck me.”

He’s not sure he heard you right, and shakes his head, “Wait, what?”

Then you reach back and run your fingers through his hair. Unravel against his chest. Let your head roll back on his shoulder. 

Dieter cranes his neck to search your face. It’s all tear-drenched, your makeup smeared, eyes puffy and red. He reaches up and squee-gees the mess with his thumb, wiping the excess onto his white comforter as you quietly tell him, “I need to get out of my head. I want—I want you to fuck me. Hard. I want it to hurt. Use me. Please.”

His insides coil and twitch. Your lips part as you scrape your nail along his jawline, beckoning him closer. 

He smooths his palms along your torso, drinking in the heat of your body through your silk shirt. Your mouth draws him in closer: a bright flame, and he’s just a moth. 

That’s how it is with you, Lua, you have to know that by now. He’s just a bug, and you’re this all-consuming fire that could burn him alive and he’d say thank you, my love, thank you for your light.

When your lips meet, his vocal chords crackle. Your mouth, plush and pliable, so delicate, he almost feels bad for the force he uses in response. 

Almost. 

You have to understand how difficult it is for him to restrain himself with you. How the tether between his humanity and deprivation pulls taut when you writhe beneath his touch. 

What you’re asking, to make it hurt, use me, please… it electrifies him. Calls to the part of him that bucks against the restraints. Is that what you really want? For him to unchain that beast?

His teeth catch your lip and you gasp, but you don’t stop kissing him. In fact, you ball his shirt in your fist and kiss him harder. 

You fucking love it. 

He palms your breast and tastes the sweet whimper on your breath when he grips your flesh. Digs his fingers in, squeezes harder. You moan down his throat. Arch your back. Roll your tongue along his, soft and wet and hungry.

“Fuck,” he growls through grit teeth. Grabs your jaw and licks the gasp from your mouth. You grind back against his cock and an intoxicating rush of heat rolls through his body, clinging to his bones, sinking into the folds of his brain, tinging his vision with this thick scarlet fog that makes his heart pound in his chest. 

Dieter buries his fist in your hair and sits up on his knees, ushering you to do the same. His lips hover at the shell of your ear and he murmurs, “Is this how you want it? Want it fucking rough?”

“Yes,” you breathe, and he slides a hand to your neck, spreading the webbing between his thumb and index finger on your esophagus. 

“I wanna pull up your pretty little skirt, and bend you over—wanna play with that tight little asshole—”

You let out this throaty moan that vibrates against his palm. It makes his cock jump. 

“Would you like that?” he rumbles. Clamps down on your earlobe. Grinds the flab between his teeth. 

“Oh my fucking god, Dieter, please,” you whine, hips rolling against him, urging him to make good on his word. 

He shoves your face into the mattress and you just prop your ass up for him, pushing back as he rucks your skirt up to your waist. His hands slide up the soft, warm flesh of your thighs, feeling the weight of your ass in his palms. 

You arch your back, presenting yourself to him, whimpering for attention, silk underwear all damp with want, clinging to your cunt. 

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he rasps, hooking a fingertip around the wet patch of fabric, dragging his knuckle through your arousal, “You fucking love this, don’t you?”

You let out a throaty, delirious laugh that quickly morphs into a moan when he rubs the knuckle against your clit, then slaps your ass with a sharp smack.

“Fuck yes,” you gasp. Your hips roll against his touch, seeking stimulation. But he doesn’t want you to have it yet. Not like that. 

He pulls away, and you whine, going to get up on your hands in protest, but he closes a fist around your hair and pushes you back down, grinding out, “Don’t you fucking move.”

Another airy, depraved laugh. 

Dieter grips your hair tighter, explaining in a whisper as he tugs your underwear down your legs, “You’re gonna stay right here, ass in the air like a bitch in heat, and let me do whatever the fuck I want to you. How’s that sound, love? Hmm?”

“Please,” you breathe. He hears the wet gulp of your throat. The hair between his fingers pulls taut when you nod. 

“Perfect,” he murmurs, releasing your hair, tossing the underwear from around your ankles across the bed. 

He slides his palms over your ass cheeks. Parts them just long enough to gather a pool of spit on his tongue and let it land on your asshole with a wet splat. Rolls his thumb through the spit, smearing it around, making you gasp, “Fuck, that’s good—”

His cock twitches. Electricity writhes around his insides. He licks his lips, then purrs, “Yeah? It feels good when I touch your asshole, hmm? You fucking like that, princess?”

“Yes—”

Dieter spreads you apart, brings himself closer, throat rumbling at the scent of your heat. At the way your swollen, needy cunt is just fucking dripping, coated in a shiny layer of your slick. 

Fucking beautiful. 

He drags his tongue through the arousal pooling at your entrance with a depraved groan. 

You unleash a moan and try to wriggle around on his tongue, still trying to exert control, still not letting go. 

He raises a hand and lowers it on your ass cheek with a smack, talking at your cunt as he holds your hips steady, “Stop trying to run this, doll, let me fucking use you like you need me to.”

The response that comes is a whimper, but your muscles stop working under his grip. 

“Good, that’s it, baby,” he coos, then returns to your cunt, licking along all the soft ridges and valleys of you, savoring your nectar gathering slick on his tastebuds. 

“Oh my fucking god,” you croak, but you don’t rock against his tongue. Doing just as he asked. Heat surges through him, all that pride commingling with lust and love and need. 

He licks up your middle, painting you with short, broad strokes, all the way up to your tight, puckered asshole. Saliva pools as he laps away, rubbing back and forth, in a circle, flicking his tongue against you in wet little slaps. 

All the while, you’re whimpering and moaning, legs trembling, sweat coating your hot skin, damp against his palms. 

He brings the tip of his index finger to the center of your asshole, wriggling and applying pressure until the tight ring gives and allows him entrance. Your choked moan fills his ears and he moves slowly, carefully, letting you adjust to the sensation. 

One knuckle disappears, then another, and when buried as deep as he can go, he ruts it in and out, the hot pool of spit lubricating his movements. 

You start to slacken, your sharp little gasps for air drawing out longer, surrendering to pleasure, whimpering and nodding, eyes fluttering. 

Dieter pauses and wiggles another thick digit against your tight hole, panting, “Fuck, you’re doing so good, baby. Fucking amazing. That’s it, baby, just relax for me—”

It slides past the barrier and he moans in unison with you, burying his fingers again and again, spitting thick, gooey wads of saliva where he fuses with you, making his movements easier, more fluid, while the hot, smooth inside of you grips around his fingers.

“Fuck me,” you beg, “Please—please fuck my ass.”

“Take your clothes off for me, baby,” he sits up straight and begins to unbutton his shirt. You roll over onto your back and start to strip down while he throws the shirt on the floor, then lays back and takes off his pants. 

He reaches into drawer of his nightstand and pulls out a bottle of lube, then squirts a dollop of it into his hand and glances up at you. You're laying on your back, propped up on your elbows, lust-blown eyes glued to his cock. When he spreads the slick along his length, your pink tongue rolls across your lips, stoking the hot coals in his core.

Dieter crawls across the bed to you, murmuring, “Open your mouth for me, baby.”

Your gaze locks onto his as your jaw drops open. He moves up your body and straddles your chest, holding his throbbing, aching cock out to you, “Wanna fuck that pretty face of yours, is that ok with you?”

You nod, threading your brows together, batting your lashes, eyes all half-lidded and hungry, and purr, “Use me like a fuck doll.”

The request makes his cock pulse in his fist. You curl your tongue against a bead of pre-cum hanging off the tip of him and wiggle it around. His head falls back when the delicate touch floods his body with pleasure and he groans, “Holy fucking sh—”

The words evaporate from his throat when your lips pull taught around his girth, the wet heat of your mouth engulfing him. His lubed-up hand falls to the wayside and he snaps his gaze back to yours. You hold eye contact and move at a slow, steady rhythm, taking more and more of him with each renewed bob. 

Dieter moans at the sight of you, lips all shiny and stretched out around him, eyelids fluttering. He brushes the sweat-dampened hair from your forehead, gathering what he can reach in his fist. Tightens his grip. Pushes his hips forward. 

When he breaches your throat, you gag. A hot rush of spit pours from your mouth. Twitching muscles squeeze around him, protesting the intrusion. A wave of ecstasy rushes up his spine and pulls a moan from his stomach. 

“Are you ok?” he rasps, meeting your watery eyes. 

You pull off of him, panting, strings of saliva hanging between your reddened lips and his glistening cock, and nod, “Don’t fucking stop,” before taking him in your mouth again. 

So he thrusts forward again, carefully, every muscle in his body tensing with restraint. Your palms slide up his thighs, around to his backside, where you dig the tips of your fingers into his skin, urging him forward, and he knows now that you fucking meant it: Use me like a fuck doll. 

He nods with understanding, “You want more, hmm?”

The hum of approval from your throat ripples across his body and makes him groan. You bat your lashes up at him, eyes creased like you’re smiling but your mouth is all crammed full of his cock so it’s hard to be sure, but he can tell you’re just fucking loving this shit. Jesus fucking Christ, it’s almost more than he can handle. 

“Want me to fuck that pretty fucking face?” he growls, closing his fist around your hair tighter, rolling his hips, dragging his cock in and out of your mouth. 

You moan and it makes him moan, the vibration of your throat writhing beneath his skin.  

He adjusts his angle, releasing your hair to grab both sides of your head and plunge deeper, down past the back of your mouth, letting out a sharp groan as the firm ridges slide tight around him. His hips work forward in a quick, short burst of wet thrusts that light up every nerve in his body, then he pulls from your mouth. While you gasp for breath, he grips the base of his cock with one hand while the other grabs your spit-covered chin, “Is that what you fucking want? Fuck your face just like that?”

“Fuck yes, just like that,” you choke out, voice all gritted and airy.

“You pinch me when you need to breathe, ok?” he instructs, searching your flushed, messy face, “Pinch me right now so I know.”

This big smile spreads across your swollen lips and you squeeze a chunk of his ass between your fingers, “Like this?”

“That’s it, baby, do that and I’ll let you come up for air,” he nods, “Now stick out your tongue.” 

Your tongue stretches down to your chin, and he slaps his cock against it with a smack-smack-smack before sliding it back into the hot cavern of your mouth. He cradles your skull in his palms and thrusts forward, cramming himself down your throat. Your vocal chords buzz against him, and your mouth emits this sick, wet glug-glug-glug that sets him on fucking fire. You pinch him and he pulls out, both of you gasping and moaning. 

“So fucking good, fuck,” he rasps, waiting a moment for your breathing to be less desperate, then asks, “Ready?”

You hum a little mhmm and open your mouth, welcoming him back to fuck your throat. He can barely fucking stand how hot you look with your face all shiny with sweat and tears and spit, how your eyelids flutter then snap open to meet his gaze, how your body wiggles around beneath him, hips bucking against nothing, thighs rubbing together. 

If he didn’t have you pinned down like this, you’d be touching yourself, he just fucking knows it. 

The ecstasy tingling at the base of his spine starts to spread and you pinch him just before he loses control. He pulls out, but doesn’t dare grab himself this time, for fear that any stimulation will push him over the edge.

He gets on his hands and knees and leans down to press his lips to yours. You throw your arms around his neck and arch your back into the kiss, pulling him closer, rolling your tongue against his as soft whimpers flutter from your mouth. One of his hands trails down your body, between your legs, and he groans at how fucking wet you are. 

You gasp against his lips, throwing your head back as he plays with your clit, working you at a rapid rhythm that makes your face twist and flush, nodding in approval, quick little gasps and squeaks escaping your throat. 

He grins when he realizes how close you are. So fucking worked up from sucking him off, already coiling up, ready to burst. 

“That’s it, baby,” he husks, kisses you, then presses his sweaty forehead to yours, “That’s it, let me see you fucking cum, baby.”

“Fuck fuck fuck, Dee, don’t stop—fuck—”

Your words disappear with a sharp inhale, muscles tensing up, hips arching against his hand. He continues to move against you, fast and steady and firm, until you find your voice and release a choked sob. You collapse into yourself, body shaking violently, legs clamping shut, gasping for air. 

“Holy fuck,” you breathe, and your body starts to slacken, but jumps like a live wire at his slowing touch. 

Dieter slides down your crease, through your arousal, propping himself on one arm to watch how your cum clings to his fingers in thick, heavy strands as he draws his hand away. 

“Fuck, you’re amazing,” he murmurs, licks you from his fingers, then drags them along your warm, gooey seam again, “But I’m not done with you yet.”

Your eyebrows press together and lips part with a whimper, but you don’t appear adverse to the suggestion. In fact, you bring a hand to your chest. Cup your breast. Pinch your nipple and gasp. 

His body surges hot with want. He grazes his nose against your face, rumbling into your ear, “How’d you put it? Like a fuck doll?” 

Your throat lets out a little whine and your lips pout out into an O as he sinks two thick fingers into your cunt. You prop yourself up and watch him slide in and out, whimpering and nodding, “Fuck that’s so good, Dee—oh my god, yes—”

The hunger roiling at his core grows. He adds another finger, stretching you wider, and you release a choked moan. 

“Is this what you want, Lua? Want me to fuck you like a little slut, hmm?” he pants, shifting himself to hover above you, pumping his arm, cramming his fingers into your tight, wet heat over and over again. 

“Yes yes yes yes yes,” you babble, and start moving your hips against him, “Do that thing—”

Dieter smirks, knowing exactly what thing you’re referring to, and pulls his hand up towards the ceiling, rubbing the pads of his fingers hard against your g-spot, “That?”

“Fuuuuuuck yes, baby, just like that,” you moan, “That’s so good, baby, such a good fucking boy, fuck me so good—”

He lets out a groan and wiggles his fingers faster, “Yeah? You like when I make you squirt all over the place? Wanna soak my fucking bedsheets?”

Your response is a strangled noise, but you nod your head frantically, and your limbs start to tremble. And, fuck, the sight of you all shaking and whining, skin slick with sweat, makeup running down your pretty, flushed, contorted face, it’s enough to send his insides fluttering, barreling towards oblivion once again. 

Dieter has to close his eyes, swallowing hard as he tries to reign himself in, forcing himself to fill his mind with mundane thoughts about what to eat for supper, how this disaster of an interview will get resolved, whether or not he’ll wake up early to attempt making breakfast for you, all while trying to ignore the liquid hot squeeze of your pussy around his wiggling fingers.

When he feels he finally has a grip on his pleasure, he snaps his eyes open and moves between your legs. Buries his face in your cunt. Rolls his tongue on your swollen clit. 

“Yes, fuck,” you breathe and anchor your hands in his hair, pulling his curls into tight fists. Your breathing starts to come in shallow gasps. The muscles of your thighs tense and twitch. 

“Don’t stop, baby, don’t fucking stop,” you whimper, and he works you faster, moving his tongue in a circle, tickling the inside of you, groaning as you rub yourself against him, smearing your juices all over his face. You moan when the sound hits you, so he continues, humming from the back of his throat, and it’s just the push you need. 

Your hips stutter and still. A wild, ragged noise tears from your chest. You convulse around his fingers, and he pulls them out, sliding his mouth down to your opening just as a hot wave of pleasure gushes out. It splashes against his face, and he tries to catch as much as he can on his tongue, moaning at the taste of you. Grabs your waist and holds you there, lapping away at your cunt as you gasp for air, body jerking at the stimulation, but unable to move from his vice grip. 

He climbs your body and kisses you, hard and messy, letting you taste yourself. You rake your fingers through his hair, whining into his mouth when his tongue slides across yours. 

His cock aches with neglect. The steady inflow of pleasure burns between the layers of his skin and begs to be released. 

He pulls away from your lips and pants, “Flip over for me, love. I wanna fuck your ass.” 

And, you… fucking hell, Lua, you smile at this like he told you he’s buying you a brand new car. He sits up and you roll over onto your belly, then stick your ass up into the air, “Is that good?”

“Fucking perfect.”

Dieter grabs the abandoned bottle of lube,  squeezes some into his palm, then requests, “Spread for me, baby.” 

You reach back, pulling your ass cheeks apart. He squirts some of the lube on your puckered hole and you yelp, then giggle, “It’s so cold.”

He chuckles at this as he strokes his cock, smearing the slick lube along his length, then he asks, “Have you done this before? Anal sex?”

This isn’t the first time he’s ventured into ass play with you, but only with tongues, toys, fingers. You look back at him and shrug, “Well, yeah, but,” then you drop your gaze to his dick, “You’re, um… a lot bigger than anyone else…” 

The comment makes his ego swell, and he can’t help but grin, spreading the lube across your tight hole with his middle finger. Then he applies pressure to its center until it allows him access. Your eyelids flutter and you whimper, licking your lips, pulling your cheeks apart further. 

“I’ll go slow, but if it’s too much, tell me and I’ll stop, ok?”

“Ok,” you nod.

He wriggles another digit inside you. You gasp and nod, “Fuck, that feels really good.”

“Good,” he purrs, rutting into you slowly, flicking his gaze between your face and ass, watching the way your lips part and eyelids drift closed, feeling the muscles inside you start to relax. 

You arch your back into the stimulation, breathy little whimpers and moans floating from your mouth like music to his fucking ears. Lust pools hot and needy at his center, making his heart thud and his cock ache. 

“Are you ready?” he asks, studying your face as you open your eyes and look back at him. 

“I’m ready,” you confirm, holding his gaze as he pulls his fingers out and brings the head of his cock to kiss the tight, lubricated hole. 

Dieter pushes forward cautiously, pausing when your asshole surrenders to the very tip of him and you let out a sharp cry. After a moment, you nod, “Keep going.”

So he does. The tight ring squeezes the ever loving fuck out of him as he slowly, tediously, makes his way inside you. His forehead breaks out in a sweat, muscles quivering from the effort it takes to move at this pace. Your face pinches up with what could either be pleasure or pain, he’s not quite sure, but it’s accompanied by whimpers and nods, signaling your approval. 

Once the head of his cock is fully engulfed, though, and you adjust to his width, acclimate to the feeling, things start to go faster. He pushes your hands away and spreads your cheeks himself, hissing, “Fuck, this looks so good, baby. Love seeing your sweet little asshole stretched out around my cock—”

“It feels so fucking good,” you breathe, propping yourself up on your elbows, “Give me more.”

The request squirms around inside him and makes his throat rumble. He drives his hips forward steadily, and it’s a fucking vacuum of suction, pulling him in, swallowing him whole. You sputter and moan in reaction, croaking out quiet little whines of “oh my fucking god” over and over again.

“Fuuuuck, you’re so fucking tight, holy fuck, Lua,” he groans, throwing his head back, then starts to roll his hips, still moving at a languid pace, sliding his length along that ring that, even when your muscles loosen slightly, grips him so fucking tight it makes every ounce of sanity flee his brain. 

“Do you like that? Like when I fuck your ass with my fat cock?” he asks through grit teeth.

You whimper and nod, “Yes yes yes yes—”

“Tell me,” he demands, snapping his hips, heart jumping at the moan you choke out. 

“I like it wh—when you fuck my ass—” he snaps his hips again and you gasp, then continue, “with your big, fat cock—”

“Yeah you fucking do, don’t you?” He increases the tempo, moaning at the squeeze of you, how fucking good you feel wrapped around him, and grinds out, “Little fuck doll likes being used, hmm? Just like this?” 

“Holy fuck, Dee,” you groan, raising yourself up onto your hands, pushing back against his thrusts, “I fucking love it, yes.”

The force of your body moving with his, burying him to the hilt inside you again and again, fills him with fire. Sweat drips from his forehead onto your back, heart fluttering in his heaving chest, hands tingling, limbs trembling, ecstasy pooling thick and hot at the base of his spine. 

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me fucking cum,” he warns, but doesn’t let up his pace. 

“Cum in my ass, baby, please please please,” you moan. 

The request tugs at the edges of him, and he wants you closer, wants to feel the heat of your skin against his. 

“Get up here,” he grunts, leans forward and hooks an arm around your torso, pulls your back against his chest, cradling your neck in his palm. Your head falls back onto his shoulder and your mouth is hanging open slack, frantic little moans fleeing your throat as he fucks your ass deep and hard, rumbling into your ear, “Cum in your fucking ass, hmm? My little slut wants her ass filled with cum?”

You bring your hand to the back of his head and grab a fistful of hair, breathing, “Fuck yes, please, Dieter, please—”

“Anything for you, love,” he pants, then you pull his hair tighter, and you start to rock your hips against his, and your whines get all high-pitched and airy, and he babbles, “I mean that, I really do, fucking anything you want, baby—fill your ass with cum, buy you whatever the fuck you want, fucking anything, I swear to god—”

Your lips cut him off, and you’re fucking trembling now, muscles all tight and coiled, squeezing around his cock, and he kisses you back with fire, groaning against your mouth as you whimper, then your breath disappears completely, you let out a strangled moan, and your body shutters from the force of your orgasm. The static buzzing in his center grows wider, deeper, tingling up his backbone, through his limbs, until it washes over him completely.

He thrusts into you one, two, three more times, spilling his load inside you.

His labored breathing puffs hot against yours. You bring your touch to his cheek and draw a circle into his beard with your thumb. He kisses you again, gentler, lips lingering on yours, then murmurs, “I fucking love you.”

A bright, wide smile spreads across your face. You let out this breathless little giggle, kiss him, then say, “I fucking love you, too.” 

Dieter pulls out and falls back onto the bed, stretching out, catching his breath. You follow suit and cuddle up to him, laying your head on his heaving chest. He curls his arm around your shoulders and rests his cheek on the crown of your sweaty head. 

The silence that settles is comfortable, and he notices that the rest of the house is quiet, too. Darlene must have fled sometime while he was fucking you, no doubt disgusted by the noises that were probably not muffled at all by the barrier of his bedroom door. 

His attention draws back to you when you whisper, “Am I doing the right thing? By cutting her out of my life?”

It takes a moment for him to understand what you’re asking. When it clicks, he frowns, “I don’t think that’s a question I can answer.” 

You’re quiet in response, so he inquires further, “What’s your relationship like with her?” 

“We, um… we butt heads,” you shrug and bring your fingertips to his sternum, start drawing little swirls against his skin, “She’s always been so… I don’t know, self-centered? Childish?” you pause here, and he can hear the gears in your busy mind turning. You lay your palm flat over his heart and say, “It’s always about her. She didn’t come see me when Ethan died, or try to console me, or anything. She fucking—”

A frustrated huff of air blows across his chest. You shake your head, then sigh, “She fucking called me all the time crying about it, and posted all this bullshit online about how sad she was, and—and she fucking hated him. It’s like she expected me to comfort her. She never asked how I was doing. It was… fuck, it was just like when Dad died.” 

Dieter smooths circles into your skin with his thumb. Studies the ceiling, waiting for you to say more. Then you do. 

“When I would try talking to her about how much I missed him—my dad, I mean—she would get fucking mad at me. Say shit like, ‘Well, how do you think I feel?’ or—or, ‘You’re not the only one who lost him,’ or—this one’s my favorite, the uses it all the time, ‘It’s not all about you, Louella Rose,’” you pause and scoff to yourself, shaking your head, “So I stopped trying to her about it, and then she would get mad at me for not talking about it, so then I would talk to her about it, and she would either get mad all over again or squirrel the things I told her away to use as fucking ammunition against me the next time I made her upset, and—and, I don’t know. That’s just how it is with her.” 

Dieter’s mind whirs as he sifts through the million thoughts pouring through his brain, trying to find the right one to tell you. It feels like finding the hay in the needlestack, and when his mouth opens, all that comes out is, “Fuck that.”

“Yeah,” you snort, then comb your fingers through his hair and murmur, “I love your curls, they’re adorable.” 

He almost takes the subject change you dangle in front of him, but something lingers at the base of his throat, begging to be known. 

“Look,” he starts, shifting to meet your gaze, and sighs, “I really don’t think you’re making a mistake by cutting her out of your life, Lua. And-and not because she said those things about me, but because she treats you like shit. And, I know it’s not my place to say shit like this, but,” he shakes his head, searching your face, watching the tears pool in your eyes, “She might be your mom, but that’s not family, you know?”

Your face crumples up. 

He starts to fumble out an apology, “Fuck, I’m–”

You kiss him. 

When you pull back, you whisper, “Thank you.” 

“Of course,” he breathes, brushing his hand against your cheek, “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you scoot closer, and he wraps his arm around your shoulder. A few peaceful moments go by before your stomach growls so loud it makes both of you start laughing. 

“Let’s get you some fucking food, huh?” 

[lizzisimss]

Gonzales Family Home

CC used (list below) Garden Essence in Willow Creek 40 x 30 8 bed, 3 bath $276,606

This build is part of the Lizzisimss Save File.

Aira – https://www.patreon.com/airacc

Birdie lamp

Frog incense

Froggy cushion

Ghibli clay 2

Ghibli painting

Heart night lamp

Mushroom plant

Tablet PC

Toast light

Vanilla flower candle

Vanilla recipe book

Woodenland bear holder

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Kitchenrack condiments

Kitchenrack utsensils

Brazenlotus - https://www.patreon.com/BrazenLotus

The trouble with plants

Whatever you want

Steezy Skis

Heavy Metal Shelf

Clean sweep

Laundry Made Essentials

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The Lighthouse Collection merged

Diaper days

Dinna merged

Lavish Merged

M & S Constructions part I merged

Miscellanea Merged

Modish Merged

Munch merged

Smol merged

Soak merged

Tarot posters simblreen treat 1 2020

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Fayun part 2 and 2

Georgian set

Gothic revival interior

London exterior

Greellamas – https://www.patreon.com/greenllamas

KERV

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Orjanic

Bafroom

Baysic Bafroom Merged

Baysic Merged

Harluxe Merged

Jardane

Livin’Rum Merged

The Kichen

Tiny Twavellers Merged

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Brownstone collection complete merged

Brownstone collection part 1 & 2 merged

Brutalist bathroom

Country collection

Octave part 1, 3 and 4 merged

Porto

Shop the look

Spoons part 1

Stockholm

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Blockhouse

Piha

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Citrus Room

KARLSTAD kitchen

leaf motif - https://leaf-motif.tumblr.com

2202 Magnolia Bathroom

Aubrey office

Basil chair

Botanic boudoir

Calliope bathroom

Devon kitchen

Floret grove

Heirloom kitchen

Ivy hallway

Keller bedroom

Little ceramics

Old hat

Simblreen 2021

Starlight crystals

Sunbeam study

Sunny corner

Twee tablewar

Winter village

Patron gift 1, 2, 5 and 7

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Folklore set off the grid

Littlecakes – https://litttlecakes.tumblr.com/downloadspage

Record Player

I want to believe poster

Twinkly lights

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Deligracy merged cottage living update

Countryside cabin merged

Eco kitchen stuff pack merged

Greasy goods merged

Lava lamp merged

Modern rocking chair

Sleek slumber stuff pack merged

Roman holiday merged

Sweet treats merged

Deligracy delicato stuff pack

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Lucky Man Folded Shirts Override

Madlen – https://www.patreon.com/madlen

Kei first aid

Kei plushie

Brizo soap dispenser

Lorens painting

Numi backpack decor

Marvell –https://marvell-world.tumblr.com/download

KC Salt & Pepper

Upcycle books

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Master bedroom

Child dream kit

Classic kitchen

Garden at Home

Poolside lounge

Mechtasims - https://www.patreon.com/mechtasims

Back to School Calendar

Bathroom set

Cyber girl

Desk planner

Essential Clutter

Groovy baby

Wiccan set

Mlys – https://mlyssimblr.tumblr.com/cc-catalog

Pufferhead

Computer emook

Computer mookbook

Deco deskop globe

Mycupofcc –

Colour talk dining stuff

Colour talk kitchen merged

Colour talk livingrm merged

Maple manor the modernist collection living rm

August 2021

Tiny dreamers merged

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Garden stories

Nora living

Riikka

The art room

Zephyr office

Arrie office

Daria bedroom

Dawn abstract

Dawn living

Gale dining

Lottie décor

Moonwood garden

Simmify instant camera

Herbalist kitchen

Simmify part 2

Vanity nook

Networksims - https://www.thesimsresource.com/members/networksims

Max brick floor

Veronique wallpaper

ONI – https://www.patreon.com/oni28

Artist’s old workroom

Kitchen peg board shelf long

peacemaker - https://peacemaker-ic.tumblr.com/TS4O...

Atwood Living

Cozy knits bedding

Creta kitchen

Elsie bedroom

Essa kitchen

Futura merged

Hamptons retreat merged

Hinterlands bedroom

Hinterlands living

Hudson bathroom

Kitayama dining merged

Kitayama living merged

Mid-century eclectic merged

Mina kitchen merged

Moku seating

Phoebe sofa suite

Roarsome kids bedroom merged

Seasons build mode expanded

Strangeville build mod add on

Vara office

Bowed

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Calderone bedroom

MCM part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4 and part 5 merged

Oakhouse part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 merged

The office mini kit

Tidying up

Auntie vera bathroom merged

Coldbrew coffeeshop

Domaine du clos part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4 merged

Living room mini kit

Winter garden part 2

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8 pack holiday penguin

19 pack cute cookies

RVSN – https://ravasheen.com/downloads/

Art attack

Smarts content

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Art van gogh

Chinoiserie round rug

Cottage roman curtain

Crafter shelf

RH bottom bunk

RHshadeB

RHshadeC

RH wall art square DH

Round jute rugs

Rustic rug

Taisho merged all

Vintage country art llb

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Breeze of Greece

Oak&Concrete Kit merged

Artiu

Artz

Home basics

Home Improvement

Home office

Hotel bedroom

Kids room

Luxbath

Retro vibes

Small Spaces

Teen Room

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Iconic album art

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KoT Build Floor Lino V4

Fallout baby

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Bonbon

Galileo

Julie

Laundry

Nathalie

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Cassandra Bathroom

Dina Dining Room

Eliza Walk In Closet

Elsa Kids Room

Jade Build

Lilith Chilling Areas p1 merged

Clutter Cat - https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/thec...

Busy bee 2

Busy bee

Cozy cocina

KawaiiKidz

MellowMini

MellowMoods

PetitsPirates

Xfest22

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2nd wave mergedpat

Beam parte2 v01 mergd

Cross merged

Ema dining room v02 merged

Wave merged

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Apartment therapy inspired stuff v2 merged

Blooming rooms plants merged

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Please consider supporting if you wish :)

[myrontile]

When choosing tiles for your home, there are several factors to keep in mind.

Here are some key considerations:

1. Functionality: Consider the purpose and location of the tiled area. Different areas of the house have specific requirements. For example, bathroom and kitchen tiles should be water-resistant and easy to clean, while tiles in living areas can focus more on aesthetics.

2. Style and Aesthetics: Determine the overall style and design theme you want to achieve. Consider the color scheme, patterns, and textures that will complement your existing or planned interior décor. Keep in mind that tile selection can greatly impact the overall look and feel of a room.

3. Durability: Assess the durability of the tiles, especially for high-traffic areas. Tiles made from materials like porcelain or ceramic are generally more durable and resistant to wear and tear. Consider the tile's ability to withstand stains, scratches, and impacts.

4. Maintenance: Evaluate the level of maintenance required for the tiles. Some tiles may require regular sealing or special cleaning agents, while others are low maintenance. Consider your lifestyle and the time and effort you are willing to invest in tile maintenance.

5. Size and Layout: Determine the appropriate tile size based on the area you are tiling. Smaller tiles work well for intricate patterns or curves, while larger tiles can create a sense of openness and make a small space appear larger. Consider the layout and orientation of the tiles to achieve the desired visual effect.

6. Slip Resistance: In areas prone to moisture, such as bathrooms or entryways, prioritize tiles with good slip resistance to ensure safety, especially when wet.

7. Budget: Set a budget for your tile selection. Tiles vary in price based on material, design, and brand. Consider the number of tiles needed and any additional costs for installation, underlayment, or grouting.

8. Samples and Visualizing: Obtain samples of your chosen tiles and visualize how they will look in your space. Place the samples in different lighting conditions and observe them at different times of the day to ensure you are satisfied with their appearance.

9. Seek Professional Advice: If you're unsure about the tile selection process, consider consulting with an interior designer or a tile specialist who can provide guidance based on your preferences and requirements.

By considering these factors, you can select tiles that not only enhance the aesthetics of your home but also meet your functional needs and long-term satisfaction.

For more details, contact Myron Tile And Stone, a top-rated tile shop in Mississauga.

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[homular]

Charming Cuisine: French Country Kitchen Decor Ideas

Full Interior Design Solutions in Bhubaneswar: If you're unsure of where to start when designing your kitchen in the French country style, start by picturing a simple, rustic French farmhouse kitchen. Imagine periwinkle linens and a huge oak table with sunlight streaming in. Using natural materials and light, airy hues, French country warmth and familiarity are achieved.

Step 1

Pick a paint color. Choose a shade of fresh summer grass, off-white, yellow, light blue, pale terra cotta, or any combination of those. Choosing checkered blue or yellow window coverings is a good idea if your walls are white. Wainscoting and chair rails should either be coated with a clear finish or stained in a light tint; they shouldn't be overly polished. Images of flowers or French cafes in bright, quirky frames should be shown. Simply frame them with black. The backs of your sink and stove should be covered with ceramic tile backsplashes with roosters and flowers.

Step 2

Choose a table with a thick slab of wood for the tabletop that has a rustic appearance. Give it a faint color wash. Chairs might be light wood, painted, or made of cast or wrought iron. Curves in the ironwork and pillows with floral or pattern Best Home Interior Designer in Bhubaneswar help soften this. Tables and chairs can be made of wood that hasn't been stained.

Step 3

Cabinets might be painted off-white, pale blue, yellow, or green or stained in a light color. Despite having rustic accents, a French country Modular Kitchen Design in Bhubaneswar must never be unduly dark or heavy. It is best to lightly stain or paint large hardwood tables and cabinets with light wood accents.

Step 4

Install floors made of brick, stone, or wood, and cover them with rugs made of cotton that are of generous size. To keep the décor French country rustic, if you want a fireplace, construct it out of stone. As a mantle, position a substantial beam over the fireplace. Put some light paint on it.

Step 5

Add off-white plaster in between the beams and install beamed ceilings. Utilize ceramic containers in various colors as decor. The table's centerpiece should be a big green plant in a pale blue pot.

Rakesh Rout

www.homular.in

9853233422

[greenleafgoddess]

these pots are giving me pumpkin vibes! just in time for halloween

on amazon now, link below:

[residential-interior]

Make A Great First Impression With These 10 Interior Design Tips

It sounds cliché, but first impressions last the longest. They are the ones who start conversations and command second glances. However, when designing your home, you must incorporate interior design tips that will help you create the best impressions. You could easily achieve your goal with bold and creative thinking. You can then sit back and relax, watching your guests stare at the incredible spaces you have created. 

To make the best impression, here are some top interior design ideas:

Layouts should flow freely

As you create open, free-flowing spaces, you create visual expanses that are both luxurious and elation. The fewer interior walls mean that you get plenty of natural light and good ventilation, which makes you feel connected to the outdoors. Open-plan living-dining kitchens are common, and there is enough space for entertaining. Metal screens could be used to separate the sections into larger areas. The gold tone of the screens could add a luxe effect to the environment. 

A welcoming entryway

To make a great first impression, create a truly inviting and attractive entrance foyer. However, make sure that your interiors are filled with charm. Geometric pattern flooring, a bold rug, slanting console tables, ornate mirrors or artwork on the walls, and a head-turner light are just a few easy ways to make your entrance stand out You can also add contrasting panelling or wallpaper to create a warm and welcoming atmosphere.

Floors with a luxurious feel

Imagine yourself walking on a gleaming natural stone floor and feeling special. You can also try the same effect on wood flooring and some beautifully crafted ceramic or porcelain floors. This is only possible if you pay attention to the quality and aesthetics of the material used and the craftsmanship involved in laying the tiles. Make your flooring shine also with eye-catching inlays or patterns that are an instant visual impact. 

Walls with embellishments

The walls of walls that speak! The beautiful panels, exotically clad or wallpapered walls keep your attention for a long time. Additionally, they add an extra dimension to your interiors, showing the designer's or homeowner's dedication to carefully decorated interiors. You can also implement these quick interior design ideas - hang mirrors, and art, or display a gallery of photographs, paintings, frames, masks, and wall art; paint the walls in a trendy shade. 

Furniture with a statement

Choosing furniture in a space is not just about functionality and practicality, but also about introducing interesting shapes and forms. You can certainly attract attention from onlookers with the aesthetics of your furniture pieces or sets-up. Use our interior design tips to bring a unique look to your interiors with custom furniture carefully created just for you. Thethekedaar also produces custom-designed furniture in our fully-equipped manufacturing facility. 

Lights that turn heads

Lights that offer a sense of style and luxury, such as the show-stopper, are one of the best interior design ideas. Chandeliers, pendant lights, large installations, and a wide variety of items are available to elevate the interior. Their most visible features of them become a significant attraction. 

Luminous metallic glow

Stunning metallic surfaces and accents do not match the glamour they bring to a space. This is why they remain popular among interior designers. You can also create metallic finishes through furniture pieces, as well as décor accessories. Gold, rose gold, and antique finishes have a luxe edge. The sparkling surfaces and finishes add to the sense of sophistication. 

Let's make it up

Interior design tips for creating a great impact, are incomplete without mentioning artworks, whether there is mural art, painting sculpture, wall art or installations. The interiors are given a certain character by them. With artwork, you could also add colour, texture, movement, and dimension to the spaces. 

Handpicked accessories

Decor accessories such as heirloom articles, antiques, collectables, and items picked up during your travels are essential interior design tips to add the finishing touches. However, these finishing elements do not necessarily need to be taken into consideration at the last minute. Decor pieces that really complement and flatter your design theme will tie everything together coherently and leave a lasting impression if you pick them right from the start. 

Plants of life-size

Greenery is an essential element of interior design for all kinds of places, as it enlivens a space like no other object. By paying attention to the selection of plants, you can achieve great aesthetic results. Plants with large, sculptural plants add an impressive look. Drama is a surefire way to draw attention! 

[casitafallz]

LTRL AU | Actions and Consequences

Dolores lay awake in her room, the sound of the new waterfall in Antonio’s room was out of sync and much lower in it’s rhythmic thudding of water than Isabela’s but she had worked out easily the differences of height from the water drop was a factor to the pitch and there was a pleasantness to it as both were consistent, thumping sounds of the background. Far easier to listen out for.

But she wasn’t listening into Isabela’s room just for her décor sounds, but she could hear the slight unease in her eldest prima’s breathing as she slept but she had waited for it to be a good time to get up. Tia Julieta would be up soon, she could hear the lightness on her breath and more shifting of the bed sheets to know she was entering a lighter sleep pattern.

So she had about thirty minutes to get up, sorted, and back to her room before anyone noticed.

Quietly, Dolores slipped from her room and headed down to the kitchen first and straight to pick up the dry herbs used in her mother and Tia’s teas. She was unfortunate to know how…active both were as loving, affectionate couples but she knew that it was something that was required to make sure that neither she or her cousins had any surprise babies… except Mama that gave them Antonio; he just really wanted to exist despite her mother’s attempts.

But this was a necessity. Isabela could not have a baby in this household with everything so fragile between everyone. Isabela didn’t need the added stress and certainly, that baby wouldn’t need it either so… a preventative was best offered as soon as possible.

Dolores found the pot easily; it was very district with its terracotta ceramic jar, label less with a delicate lid. She plucked out a few herbs, hoping that Tia wouldn’t notice much missing. She set some into a mug and thankfully, Casita had already fired up the kettle to boil so it was done by the time she slipped the rest into a small cup and gently filled it up. The fire died quickly as she padded away but she worried Tia would notice the lingering heat but she hoped Casita would have the fires going by the time Tia got to the kitchen.

There was little hesitation as her feet led the way up the short slight of steps to the front of Isabela’s door and gently knocked upon the surface, wincing a little as it echoed back so loudly against her ear drums that felt like she could wake up the household. Inside, she heard Isabela wake sharply and then groan out in pain as she moved to rise with a fluttering heart rate.

“C-Come in, Dolores,” Isabela grunted softly.

Dolores let herself in though masked her surprise at Isabela’s guess but didn’t think on it too much as she took in her eldest prima in bed. Isabela looked…somewhat of a mess. Her face a little pale, the distinct smell of sweat clung to her and there was a few bruises of a particular nature that lingered just around the base of her throat. It seemed thankful the plants scents masked the rest and Dolores didn’t plan to overthink on it either.

“I brought this, you should drink quickly and get cleaned up.” She whispered, holding out the mug.

Isabela blinked dryly at her then down to the mug, shifting a little to sit up. “What is it? Pain relief?” A hopeful note in her voice as she took it, giving it a quick sniff

“No, our parents use it for birth control” Dolores gave her a soft, patient look though set the other cup down to free her hands “but I figure it’s best to be in a little pain than pregnant.”

The color returned very quickly to Isabela’s cheeks before she felt the girl’s panic as her eyes widened and as she took a heft glug, only to gag but forced it down with tears in her eyes. “Oh that’s not nice.”

“It’s nicer cooler and not that speed. Sip it.” Dolores rolled her eyes, pulling back the bed sheets from the rest of Isa’s body though tried not to cringe at anything else on the sheets. All of it would need to be cleaned. “You bled. We can pass it off as a period, I know you’ve been irregular the last two months so it’ll be easy to mask.” Though she could see some spots of red, there wasn’t a lot which meant it’d stop within the next day or so.

Isabela glanced down and then groaned but nodded though she winced a little as she made to move. Dolores gently held her arm, helping her up as Isa wavered a little.

“Are you still in pain?”

Isabela shook her head softly, “only deep aches.” Her spare hand came to her lower belly. “Soreness.”

Given what she heard before she had shut herself away to dampen the sounds of the world, Dolores wasn’t surprised. “It was your first time, it can ache but as long as the pain isn’t there, that’s good.” Her first time was less messy, but there was aching for her too so she knew exactly how she was hurting.

The soft blush remained though Isabela drained her remaining tea. “Are you going to tell on me?” The note of caution remained in her tone but the heartbeat was increasing with the girl’s anxiety. Fear of exposure but the fact she wasn’t completely losing it was a relief. Last night had done some good.

“No.” Dolores knew the weight of what would happen if she did and it would unpleasant for everyone, more so for Isabela. “You needed it last night. I’m sorry for what happened with…the photo and the presents you made.” She could only imagine what that felt like and to be alone, it was soul crushing and… Mateo was a good choice for her situation. “Also… I felt like I owe you for Mariano so I won’t say anything but… I need you to be responsible here.” She gestured the second cup of herbs she had left “Make your tea in here so your mother doesn’t notice anything missing where the usual stuff is.”

Isabela set her empty mug down, her fingers coming to pick up the herbs gingerly and give them a sniff, her thumb and finger brushing over the leaf a little before she nodded tightly though looked up at her with a calm relief.

“Thank you.”

Dolores smiled softly, her hand coming to Isa’s shoulder. “I know you’re trying and people here aren’t seeing that. You know I want you to be happy as well.”

Isabela’s expression was still soft though she blinked a little in surprise as Isabela’s arms wrapped around her into a tight hug. It took a second to reciprocate and gingerly rubbed her back. It wasn’t about the hug but the distinct smell that only grew in proximity that she wasn’t fond of.

“Isa, as much as I know you want to keep hugging…your mother will be up soon. You should get to the bathroom first and clean yourself up before breakfast. I’ll change your bed sheets.”

Isabela pulled back though not too far to seem offended, though spared a look to the back of her nightgown with a grimace at the reminder.

“You okay with that?”

Dolores nodded softly. “No one else needs to know and I can get away with things more than you can right now.”

-

Antonio had an enjoyable birthday and he loved his gift. He loved each of his new friends and listening to their little stories. Some animals, like Pico and Parce were more there in brains with how they spoke than others and with how they responded to him.

It felt so nice.

But he also felt bad.

It wasn’t a huge feeling except it was a twinge that was in his gut that was there all the time and Antonio tried not to feel it all the time, as Camilo said it was best not to think too much and he shouldn’t feel guilty.

That was what he was still feeling and he didn’t like it. It hadn’t gone away like Camilo had said. He didn’t doubt his brother’s words about him deserving better and he did like the present but that wasn’t what he was so guilty about. It was Mirabel’s ones. One that Isabela had thought had given her and thought she opened it… Mirabel had no idea and Camilo wanted to make sure Mirabel only got the best but…throwing someone else’s present away… it wasn’t a nice thing to do.

Antonio’s animals stayed with him as his Mami picked out his nice new outfit for the day and soon enough they were outside his room for breakfast where the family was setting up. He clambered onto a seat, Parce’s head resting on his lap.

“Can you warm up Abuela’s seat?” He asked brightly to his coatis friends who leaped brightly though there was a minor squabble as their bodies tried to all stay on at the same time.

Though his Papi brought him his plate, his eyes wandered a little though he couldn’t help the gnawing guilt return as he saw his sister with Dolores, Isabela looking tired and pale as she filled her plate with food and sit down with a twitch of her eye like sitting was uncomfortable. He was used to seeing her like that and normally, he didn’t feel bad because he didn’t think he needed to. She hurt his best friend in the world and it wasn’t anything he knew to get involved in when all the adults did.

But she still made a present for Mirabel.

“Mami,” Antonio piped up, tearing his eyes away from Isabela to his Mami who had been about to sit, her head turning to face with him a prideful expression.

“Si, Mijo?”

His mind scrambled to come up with a reason because he didn’t want to make a fuss but…. he wanted this feeling to go. He didn’t want to tell everyone of what happened. He didn’t want Camilo in trouble. “Parce was…telling me about a few things but… I don’t get it but maybe you could…explain it to me better”

The look on his Mami’s face became a little fixed though a slight cloud appeared above her head “What…what has he been telling you?”

Antonio spared a look down the table though she rose swiftly and even his Papi joined and led him away into the kitchen though he felt a little better to be away from so many eyes, he felt nervous still as he stood, Pico grumbling a little about not enough seeds for him to eat in his ear.

“What’s going on?” Mami’s voice turned soft as she knelt down.

Antonio licked his lips, “I think I did a bad thing… I feel bad.” He admitted, “I don’t like it.”

The slight tilt of her head, before her hand came to his cheek. “Oh? What happened? Is it something that needs to be cleared up?”

Antonio shook his head, his guts tensing up though he felt his eyes well up. “Well… well I was here with Camilo and… and he was shifted as Mirabel to cheer me up a bit and…Isabela came in and… gave us a present.” He started, not meeting his Mami in the eye, even as she looked to Papi in confusion.

“Go on?” Papa encouraged.

“Well… she left after she gave them to us and… well she didn’t know it wasn’t Mirabel she gave a present to… and… and Mirabel still doesn’t know.” He spoke quickly though he turned his eyes to the bin where he had seen Camilo drop them off to. “He put them in there because he said we both deserved better.” He pointed. “I’m sorry!” He dove forwards and burst into tears.

He felt the mussel of Parce against his lower back though before the soft patters of rain though the warm comforts of his Mami was nice as she stroked his back.

“Excuse me.”

He barely noticed Isabela come in, clean her plate down and leave without a backward look, watching over his Mami’s shoulder as Papi went to look into the bin.

“What am I looking for?”

-

The soreness hadn’t left even as Isabela sullenly collected her bag of tools and a new bucket of misty water, gravel and pebbles and left. Only it wasn’t entirely water and stones but she had read her personal pond had a colony bacteria in it to help maintain its waters and it seemed prudent to share if their pond outside was to support any fish life.

Her steps followed the familiar path down through the quiet, early morning streets of Encanto but as light as she felt in her head, the sadness had settled well into her heart but the distance between her and Casita was liberating. They were happy without her at the party, they wouldn’t miss her at breakfast either and she had already eaten enough.

Her shoulders relaxed as she came to the familiar pond.

It had been worked on in the few days of her absence. The pond had the plants it needed but it was still very early days and still trying to find solutions to keep the pond alive with what they had. The outside looked very nice now with a neatened border and a rocky edge for where the new bench was to go. Bushes planted looked to be taken well.

Isabela sighed heavily, setting down the tools before taking off her shoes.

Some elements of her gift couldn’t be suppressed; like how Dolores couldn’t stop hearing. She had always had it; knowing where to grow her plants and where they were outside her vision and manipulate with no obvious movement but now, she felt…good and her mind clear that she felt the soft touches of the grass blades under her feet that used to be a light of a small spark of awareness of the plants around her to a bright light of buzzing.

So much more than before.

The information seemed to tickle though like an expansion of her senses. Impulses flickered across the grass, curving around objects that didn’t connect like stones or diverting down into the ground to follow other, more foreign fungal networks and connecting into other roots, like the trees… she could almost feel how they strained with the wind, the rustling of the warming wind… how the sun was pleasant against the hundreds of leaves that filled their ‘hunger’ but there were impulses that seemed to carry a lot more than just impulses of information she could barely read.

Isabela had read vaguely trees had a system designed to transfer minerals and water to help maintain the plant in it’s environment; to change when it needed to… but she didn’t think too much on that as she skated along the root systems of the grass that seemed to an outlay of world map of her immediate surroundings in pulsing lines in her mind but the subtle shifting from the wind’s was easy to tell from the sudden changes of patterns of something else and non-natural over it’s surface.

Imprint patterns.

Four feet.

Two people.

Or one mutant person but two separate seemed most likely.

It took everything to find her way back but it was so busy. The plant life in the pond, she could feel their roots starting to form properly into the soil, healthy but struggling…. They needed help...or more light.

“Isabela?” A touch to the shoulder was enough to jolt her back to her body with a sharp gasp, her eyes flickering around though she saw both Francesca and Mateo hovering in front of her.

Her eyes flickered between the two, “Sorry… I was…elsewhere.” She shook her head, her hands coming to wipe at her eyes though she swiftly slipped her shoes back on to dampen the background ‘noise’. It was immediate, the buzzing was gone and she felt fully present in her own body.

It felt odd, to be able to process that now. Was a new element of her gift unlocked now? Did having sex just open that area open up for her or was it just…how she was feeling that made that difference?

“Your eyes clouded over a little.” Fran remarked dryly, “I won’t ask, but that can’t be good if you’re not aware of your surroundings” She bent down and peered into the bucket by her feet. “So, this will help the water, Si?”

Mateo lingered if a little, his brow creased in concern still. Isabela patted his arm, just to cool his nerves a little though he lingered nonetheless.

“Isa,” Fran called again, “should I toss the whole lot in or be gentle?”

Isabela licked her lips softly though weighed the options. Either would work but she’d rather not crush any of the plants with a random toss. Fran rolled her skirt up and began to wade in she opted not to follow; the water would overwhelm her just as much as the grass would. So much floating…

“Pick out the large rock, and disperse the rest in the middle. Give me the bucket when you’re done. I want to get more clay.” She could put it to some use and clear out an area here and plant a fruit sapling here, or potted fruit plants, there wasn’t too much light filtered down but it would be nice for people to enjoy a snack.

Fran gave a little half sarcastic salute and began to pull out the rocks and settle them into the water happily, the few loose strands that had fallen from her bun almost dipping into the surface.

“What are you putting in here? I thought the pond was done enough to leave and settle down?” Mateo asked, coming to collect the rake from the box of tools that hadn’t bothered to take home, tucked into a crevice of a large tree. It was easier to leave the large stuff here and take her hand tools back to her room.

“Most ponds have bacteria that can help aid the pond growth.” Isabela spoke, “The pond in my room is…full of that so I’m introducing those bacteria here to colonize the bottom of this pond more efficiently than what’s left over here. It should help keep the water clear but… it’ll take weeks for the bacteria to colonize. After that… then we can add fish. It does feel a little sluggish at the moment but we’re on the right track.”

“Oh.” He hummed softly, gently raking up some of the leaves from the edge and back towards the treeline. “How was…this morning?”

“I didn’t pay too much attention. Ate food and left. I’d rather be out here then… at the Casita. No doubt Abuela’s going to be talking about the joys of a new gift in the familia.” Isabela shrugged, though she pulled out her trowel and began to look for her previous dig patch for clay again.

Bending down was fine but it wasn’t until she was kneeling and using her lower muscles that she groaned out softly, taking a second’s pause.

“You okay?” Mateo’s voice carried in concern though she waved him away from getting too involved.

“I’m fine.” She winced as she slipped to sitting but that didn’t help on the uneven floor.

“Do you need help?” Fran’s voice echoed, her steps sloshing out water as she padded out with the half empty bucket. “You didn’t sit on something did you?”

Isabela shook her head, “It’s nothing, Fran. I…overexerted myself yesterday.”

“In what way that’d hurt downstairs? Your period? Do I need to get Chocolate Santafereño?”

“Er..” Mateo coughed a little. “I think…we should let her be. I don’t think…” he trailed off a little though there was a pink undertone rising up from his dark green collar and he clearly didn’t know how to finish but it made Isabela smile he wasn’t trying to spill. It just made him look awkward about the implication Fran was on about.

Fran turned and have him a sour look, “Don’t get iffy with me about the female body talks, you have a sister and you should know by now, Mateito.”

Mateo looked between a rock and a hard place and clearly, Fran looked eager to mess with him either way so Isa decided to step in.

“I’m sore but I’ll be fine, Fran.” She gave her a look, “Can we please not talk about it anymore… It was a bad day yesterday.”

“What could have happened? Did you fall? Get pushed off the balcony? Get lost in the depth of your cousin’s room? Was it a good party, excluding your situation, Isa?” Her question changed and diverted between them two.

Isabela smiled softly as Mateo began to talk, gently pulling aside some topsoil and gently. Of course, the therapeutic act didn’t last long before—

“What?!”

Isabela jumped a little, turning quickly to see Fran fuming, Mateo with his hands up trying to calm her down.

“What short-sighted person didn’t see that happening? Are they purposely being assholes?” The use of langue wasn’t much of a surprise. Though the look of 'help' crossed Mateo’s features.

“Let’s not bring it up anymore, Isa—“

“—should have called them out on it.”

Isabela winced as she pushed herself up again and clawed her way back onto her feet. “I don’t want to tell them, Fran.” She breathed, her hand gripping the front of her skirt. “There’s no point.”

“Like hell, there isn’t. They had a party and a photo that was well known you couldn’t be in. There are ten other people living in that huge, weirdly sentient house and it occurred to no one that a very significant person in their family can’t come in?”

“If I call it out then it still looks bad on me, Fran.” Isabela tried tiredly. “Everything like that wouldn’t be seen as calling out their issues and only highlighting the fact I’m trying to cause trouble or trying to get pity. I don’t…want to go through that and live with it.” Isa begged softly.

“We…should respect that at least, right?” Mate tried. “Please, Fran. I know you love a sense of justice but let’s…keep a low profile.”

Fran gave him a look, her brow dented though Isa held her gaze.

“What are you two hiding?”

Isa blanched. “Nothing.”

“You’re calm,” Pointing to Mateo, “You look a little too serene for such a shit night.” She added to Isabela though after a second, her eyes flickered back and forth then down to how she gripped her skirt before gasping out. “Oh! You two fucked!”

Mateo backed away at her words, his hands coming to cover his crouch with the bucket. “Don’t shout that out!” He hissed cheeks turning pink.

Isabela also blushed, not quite meeting her eyes.

Fran looked crossed between disgusted and surprised before she took a sudden breath and turned away with quiet mutters. Isabela held her breath, watching as Fran seemed to quickly go through the cycle of grief before turning back like a stern mother looking at the two of them like she was disappointed.

“Isa, answer this to me now. Do you regret your night with him?”

“No,” Isa answered, though her cheeks remained ever pink. “I…I needed him.”

“You?”

“Nope. It was a good night.” Mateo agreed, “Are you okay, Fran?”

Fran licked her lips, her expression becoming dry. “Look, I will put more rules here now and I am serious because this is. I don’t care if you two have ‘fun’ in that way but I will not tolerate if you two sour up this group if you avoid the sex topic that you two have started. If you argue, I expect you to make up and become civil until the pond and this area is done. No making this awkward. Establish what you two have going on because I don’t wanna feel like a third-wheeler here. Okay?”

“Will you promise to keep it a secret?” Mateo asked his face draining of color, “My family will kill me if they find out. Isa’s already in enough heat. You know what rules they have her under.”

Fran inhaled deeply, “The fact you have to ask is mildly offensive. Of course, I will. I love secrets.” She still sounded annoyed but it felt like a weight had been lifted off Isa’s lungs a little.

“Don’t call out my family on what they did yesterday as well,” Isa begged, “I don’t want that, even as wrong as they were. I have to live with them at the end of the day” It would be exhausting and she could already imagine her Abuela getting iffy about it. Or her mother on her calling out the unfairness and her just…not understanding it.

Fran looked less impressed, “You are pushing it… but you have an annoying point.” She spared a look down. “Your first time?”

Isa swallowed, “…Si?”

“Parents gave you the talk?”

“They did.”

Fran sucked on her teeth for a moment, her cheeks flushing a moment though looked to be in debate before pointing a finger at the only male of the group. “Mateo, go get us a Chocolate Santafereño each and some snacks, us ladies got to talk if you two wanna keep going at each other.”

“Fran..” Isa groaned though Mateo was practically gone like a coward running for his life.

Lucky bastard.

The silence didn’t last long before she gave Fran a look but she wasn’t having any of it.

“No, this is serious but I am still a doctor in training. I need to make sure you’re safe.” Fran interjected, “No one should have their first time in the wake of distraught. No one should be pushed into that resort to feel good. I am angry but I care about you… and I don’t want you to resort to sex as means of joy and happiness. It’s not healthy.”

Isabela felt like a red bucket. “Fran…don’t ruin last night for me, please.”

“I’m not. You had a good night and you’ve found a reasonable calm. I applauded that. You should enjoy sex but the reasons for why should always matter. You deserve to have a good time for a good reason, is all I am saying. Both of you.” Her face was surprisingly sweet before her hands came to her shoulders. “That is why you should figure out what you want to be very quick. Friends that fucked once in a night of passion, friends with benefits are more casual or would you want to become more serious. A relationship.”

Isabela swallowed thickly but…she could see what Fran was telling her. It was a nicer picture but… she felt uncertain.

“I’ll consider it.”

“Good. No messing each other around.” Fran patted her shoulder, “My younger sister got messed around by her boyfriend last week and you bet I didn’t handle that well.”

“I heard a pan almost got involved.” Isabela sighed out but couldn’t help herself by pulling Fran into a soft hug, though Fran was stiff, she loosened up after a moment. “Thank you.”

Fran hummed softly, “still pissed at your family.”

-

Antonio sat quietly, idly listening to his mother talking with his tia about his brother and cousins though his attention turned as he saw a few rats scuttling away. Curiously, he slipped off his chair and began to follow though he could hear them talking, he couldn't make out their squeaky words with how far they had gone. Small things had small voices but he could tell they didn't know he was there; too focused. Parce appeared behind though also curiously followed as they made it up to the steps and... straight up towards the painting beside his sister's room.

'they're in the walls.' Parce noticed, sniffing around, nudging the frame that moved a little open though Antonio's attention turned to a lingering rat that stood frozen at the sight of Parce as it failed its climb up in time.

"Big. Cat. Eat us!"

"No, he won't hurt you!" Antonio called " He's my friend. Where are you going?" Antonio dropped to his knees, offering a hand out. "Please don't be scared. i want to help you."

'help?' slowly, the rat moved with hesitancy but moved into his hands quickly, eyeing Parce with fear still.

Antonio nodded. "Si! I've got a cool gift and I really want to help. Do you want some cheese?"

"Cheese. Bruno. need cheese."

"Is that your name? Bruno?"

"No. Bruno is Mama. Bruno is your Tio. Bruno hiding. Bruno hungry. We bring him stuff.'

"Bruno is my Tio? Why is he hiding?" but he didn't get the answer before a crack of thunder made him jump, almost dropping the rat in the process.

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BlueTeas – Heron Office (Ceiling Lamps)

BlueTeas – Milano Lounge Chair

CowBuild – Urban Rug

Felixandre – Colonial Pt. 3 (Plant)

Felixandre – Florence Pt. 1 (Piano)

Felixandre – Grove Pt. 2 (Stacked Bowls, Stacked Plates)

Felixandre – Shop the Look 2 (Vanity)

Harlix – Bafroom (Wall Mirror Small)

Harlix – Baysic (Bedding w Blanket, Mirror in Stand, Packs Wardrobe, Short Dining Table)

Harlix – Baysic Bathroom (Modern Flush, Modern Wipe, Towel Clutter, Sink, Shower, Shower Wall)

Harlix – Kichen (Glasses, Olive Oil)

Harlix – Livin’ Rum (Coffee Table)

Harrie – Coastal Pt. 7 (Leaning Mirror)

Harrie – Halcyon (Kitchen Counter)

Harrie – Octave Pt. 4 (Double Light Switch)

Harrie – Shop the Look 2 Ceramic Side Table)

Joyce – Simple Live #5 (Bathrobe, Shower Gel)

KHD – Contemporary Sofa

Kta – Abstract Prints 3 (Mesh Needed)

Kta – Abstract Prints 4 (Mesh Needed)

LedgerAtelier – Stoneleigh Pt. 2 (Faux Wall with Porthole S, Porthole Window S)

Max20 – Ever After (Sign of Attention, Table)

Peacemaker – Hinterlands Living (Fringed Pouffe)

Peacemaker – Kassova Sectional

Pierisim – Calderone (Bedframe)

Pierisim – Domaine Du Clos Pt. 2 (Account Book)

Pierisim – Domaine Du Clos Pt. 3 (Curtains, Suitcases)

Pierisim – MCM Pt. 3 (Narrow Rug)

Ravasheen – Mini Fridge

Ravasheen – Invisible Dance Floor

Ravasheen – Lentil Things (Host Station)

SixamCC – Life in Plastic (Bar, Dining Oasis, Stool, Vanity Chair)

Sundays – Kediri Pt. 1 (Throw Pillow Solids)

TaurusDesign – Lilith Chilling Areas Pt. 1 (Sul Sul Sign)

Tuds – Cave (Panel Lights)

Tuds – Ind 02 (Décor Bottles, Wine Rack)

Tuds – Ind 03

Tuds – NCTR (Fridge, Tray w Cheese)

Winner9 – Yokeda Wall Lamp Triple

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DO NOT CLAIM THEM AS YOUR OWN. 

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[boylesflooring]

Choosing the Perfect Tiles for Your Home: A Guide from West Chester's Leading Tile Store

When it comes to elevating your home’s aesthetic and functionality, the choice of tiles plays a pivotal role. At Boyle's Floor and Window Design, we understand that selecting the right tile can be overwhelming. As West Chester's leading tile store, we are here to guide you through the process of choosing the perfect tiles for your space. Whether you’re looking for durability, style, or both, this guide will help you make an informed decision.

Why Tile Matters

Tiles are more than just a flooring option; they’re a crucial element of your home’s design. They offer versatility, durability, and an array of styles that can match any interior décor. From kitchens and bathrooms to living areas, tiles can enhance the overall look and feel of your home.

Types of Tiles to Consider

Ceramic Tiles

Characteristics: Durable, water-resistant, and easy to maintain.

Ideal For: Kitchens, bathrooms, and high-traffic areas.

Porcelain Tiles

Characteristics: Highly durable and suitable for both indoor and outdoor use.

Ideal For: High-traffic areas and spaces exposed to moisture.

Glass Tiles

Characteristics: Reflect light and add a touch of elegance.

Ideal For: Backsplashes and accent walls.

Natural Stone Tiles

Characteristics: Unique textures and colors; includes granite, marble, and slate.

Ideal For: Creating a luxurious and timeless look.

Choosing the Right Tile Installer in West Chester, PA

Selecting the right tile installer is crucial to ensure that your tiles are laid perfectly and last for years. At Boyle's Floor and Window Design, we provide professional tile installation services in West Chester, PA. Our skilled tile installers will ensure your project is completed with precision and care.

Tile Installer West Chester PA: Our team specializes in various types of tile installations, ensuring a seamless finish for your flooring or wall tiles.

Flooring and Tile Services in West Chester, PA

If you're considering a full home makeover or just a room refresh, Boyle's Floor and Window Design offers a range of flooring options. From hardwood to luxury vinyl, we have the expertise to guide you through your choices.

Hardwood Installer West Chester PA: For those who prefer the classic elegance of hardwood flooring, our professional installers ensure a flawless finish.

Carpet Installer West Chester PA: Whether you’re looking for comfort or style, our carpet installation services cater to your needs.

Laminate Installer West Chester PA: Enjoy the look of wood with the durability of laminate, expertly installed by our team.

Luxury Vinyl Installer West Chester PA: Ideal for high-traffic areas, luxury vinyl provides both beauty and functionality.

Finding the Best Tile Store and Carpet Stores Near You

When searching for the perfect tiles and flooring options, it's essential to choose a reputable store. At Boyle's Floor and Window Design, our tile store in West Chester, PA, offers an extensive selection of tiles to suit any style and budget. We also provide expert advice to help you find the best options for your needs.

Tile Store West Chester PA: Visit our store for a wide range of tile options and personalized service.

Carpet Stores Near Me: Explore our carpet selection for high-quality, stylish choices that fit your home.

Flooring Near Me: We offer a diverse range of flooring solutions, including tile, hardwood, carpet, laminate, and luxury vinyl.

Why Choose Boyle’s Floor and Window Design?

At Boyle’s Floor and Window Design, we pride ourselves on providing top-notch products and services. Our experienced team is dedicated to helping you select and install the perfect tiles for your home. Whether you're looking for the latest trends or timeless classics, we are here to assist every step of the way.

For all your tile and flooring needs, visit our tile store in West Chester, PA, or contact us to schedule a consultation. Let us help you transform your home with the perfect tiles and flooring solutions.

Media Contact : Boyle's Floor and Window Design 705 E Gay St, West Chester, PA 19380, United States 610-429-9773 https://boylesflooring.com/

[lizzisimss]

Eclectic Craftsman-style Home

CC used (list below) Sequoia in San Sequoia 30 x 20 3 bed, 1 bath $122,384

AIRA – https://www.patreon.com/airacc

Décor tablet

House tissue box

Luxury tray

Planet pot

Trash can with stickers

Vanilla flower candle

Vanilla flower vase

Brazenlotus – https://www.patreon.com/BrazenLotus

LaundryMadeEssentials – Clothes Iron

charly pancakes - https://www.patreon.com/charlypancakes

The lighthouse collection merged

Chalk part 2

M & S Constructions part 1 merged

Modish merged

Munch merged

Smol merged

Soak merged

Weeds merged

Felixandre – https://www.patreon.com/felixandre

Fayun part 1 & 2

London interior

house of harlix - https://www.houseofharlix.com

Orjanic

Bafroom Merged

Baysic Bafroom Merged

Baysic merged

Harluxe Merged

Livin’Rum Merged

The Kichen

Tiny Twavellers merged

harrie - https://www.patreon.com/heyharrie

Country collection part 1 & 2

Octave part 1 merged

Kiwisim - https://www.patreon.com/Kiwisim4

Blockhouse

Piha

KKB – https://www.patreon.com/user?u=15789815

Citrus Room

leaf motif - https://leaf-motif.tumblr.com

Magnolia bathroom

Basil chair

Botanic boudoir

Calliope bathroom

Devon kitchen

Ivy hallway

Little ceramics

Sunny corner

Vintage crockery

Winter village

Patron gift 2

Lilis-palace – https://www.patreon.com/lilis_palace

Folklore set off the grid

Intarsia Biedermeier set

littledica - https://www.patreon.com/littledica

Countryside cabin merged

Eco kitchen stuff pack merged

Greasy gods merged

Rise & grind café merged

Sleek slumber stuff pack merged

Deligracy merged cottage living update

Madlen – https://www.patreon.com/madlen

Goth backpack

Kei plushie

max 20 - https://www.patreon.com/Max20

Child dream kit

Classic kitchen

Cozy backyard pack

Garden at home

Master bedroom pack

Mechtasims – https://www.patreon.com/mechtasims

Aphrodite set

Back to school

Essential clutter

Wiccan set

Mlys – https://mlyssimblr.tumblr.com/cc-catalog

Pufferhead

Momo-cc – https://www.patreon.com/MOMOCC

Bake A Pie

my cup of cc -https://www.patreon.com/mycupofcc

ColourTalk DiningStuff

Maple manor part 1

Maple manor the modernist collection living room

August 2021

Tiny dreamers merged

myshunosun - https://www.patreon.com/myshunosun

Bastvik dresser

Garden stories

The art room

Uma living

Arrie office

Daria bedroom

Dawn living

Dawn storage

Freja round fur rug

Gale dining

Simmify part 2

ONI – https://www.patreon.com/oni28

Cottage kitchen sink

Vintage living room lug

peacemaker - https://peacemaker-ic.tumblr.com/TS4O...

Bayside bedroom set merged

Country crafter

Elsie bedroom basics

Futura merged

Hamptons retreat merged

Hinterlands bedroom

Hudson bathroom

Iris seating

Kingston dining merged

Mid century eclectic merged

Paige seating

Province merged

Roarsome kids bedroom merged

Violette seating

Bowed arched lamp

pierisim - https://www.patreon.com/pierisim

Precious Promises

Calderone bedroom

MCM 1, 2, 3, 5 merged

Oak house 1, 2, 3, 5 merged

The office mini kit

Tidying up

Auntie vera bathroom merged

Coldbrew coffeeshop

Domaine du clos 1, 2, 3, 4 merged

Living room mini kit

Winter garden 1 & 2 merged

QICC - https://www.patreon.com/qicc

Evergreen balcony set

simplisticsims - http://simplisticsims4.com

Cottage ice box

Magnolia cottage rugs

RHckstove

RPCcotsworldsrug

Tedbakerwroughtironbed

vintagecountryartllb

sixiamcc - https://imfromsixam.tumblr.com/

breeze of greece

kids room

oak & concrete merged

artz

hotel bedroom

luxbath

retro vibes

SurelySims – https://www.patreon.com/surelysims

build wall plastic slats

deco ceral bowl

SYB – https://www.patreon.com/Syboubou

BonBon

Laundry

Nathalie

TaurusDesign – https://www.patreon.com/taurusdesign

Eliza walk in closet merged

Elsa Kids Room merged

Clutter Cat - https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/thec...

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Busy Bee

Busy Bee 2

Cat milk no 1 reloaded

Cat milk no 2 reloaded

Cozy casita

Cozy Cochina

Japan juice

Kawaii kidz

Mellow Moods

Petits pirates

Xfest22

TUDS -https://www.patreon.com/TudTuds

2nd Wave Merged

Vime closet merged

Waved merged

Awingedllama – https://www.patreon.com/awingedllama

Apartment therapy inspired stuff v2 merged

Paranormal plants all

[merakimix]

Meraki Mix Leaf-Shaped Centerpiece Tray

Elevate your home decor with the Meraki Mix Leaf-Shaped Centerpiece Tray. Perfect for any setting, this versatile tray enhances your dining room, kitchen, or living area. Key features include:

Elegant Design: The leaf-shaped design adds a touch of sophistication to any table.

Versatile Use: Ideal for serving sweets, cookies, dry fruits, and snacks.

Durable Construction: Crafted from high-quality materials to ensure longevity and style.

Perfect Size: Ideal for use as a centerpiece or for everyday serving needs.

Transform your space with this stylish tray, designed to blend seamlessly with any décor while serving practical needs. The Meraki Mix Tray is not just a serving piece but a statement of elegance.