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Crescent Fit is a two-story, 12,600 SF fitness center offered exclusively to employees and tenants of The Crescent for $30 per month. Managed by The Spa at The Crescent, Crescent Fit offers high-end strength and training equipment, group classes and leading-edge facilities, including full-scale locker rooms with showers and vanity areas.

Designed by ENTOS Design with a collection of equipment curated by Fitspace Design, it features state-of-the-art strength training equipment — including REFLEX treadmills by Freemotion, Peloton Bikes and Stairmaster HIIT bikes — as well as free weights for individual training and group classes held in one of the two private workout studios.

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𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝟏𝟖+. 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭.

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

𝐭𝐰 : 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐳𝐳𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐝𝐮𝐛𝐜𝐨𝐧, 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 : 𝟐.𝟗𝐤

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 : 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧, 𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐨 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞. 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃. 𝐈 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐢 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 - 𝐰𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧

Embarrassing. 

That would describe it. The vulnerable feeling walking up the entrance of, happy hotel? Hazbin Hotel?

You didn’t even make it a week in hell. Waking up in this place confused you, you’re not really sure why you’re here. You weren’t a terrible human on Earth, maybe it was lust? Greed? Who knows, but this place makes you sick. You’ve encountered horrors from every corner- robbings, gruesome killings, torture- it just wasn’t your scene. Having to pick yourself up in eternal hell with nothing but the clothes on your back was difficult. 

Until a commercial from the Hazbin Hotel played on a TV while you were walking down the street. 

Would they take you? It would be hell of a lot better to be here than the street. Maybe you could have a chance at redemption… it would be nice to be in heaven. No more paranoia, sleepless nights, or having your soul burn forever. It’d be a fresh start, to flip a new leaf. You could do it, just-

“Why hello there!” 

The abruptness of the front door to the hotel startled you back into reality. 

A tall man resting his hands atop of a cane, dressed in a red suit greets you happily. 

“Hello, I saw your commercial,” you present the poorly drawn hotel poster to him, “I was wondering if you had room for me?”

The man tilts his head to the side, sizing you up and down for a second.

“Splendid! Yes, of course, my dear we have plenty of room for you. I’m Alastor, the host of this hotel, and you are?” The demon stuck out his hand, patiently waiting for you to take it. 

You introduce yourself and shake his hand. Alastors grip is firm and within a millisecond, he eagerly jerks you into the hotel.

“Pleasure to be meeting you, my dear! Quite the pleasure, welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!” 

He gestures to the main lobby with his free hand. 

“We recently underwent some renovations after the extermination. Everything is brand new and in tip top shape. So don’t you worry your pretty little head about an old rickety hotel. You’ll be staying in luxury!” His cane thuds on the marble floor, emphasizing his last word.

The hotel is beautiful, you’ve seen nothing like it. Stunningly high vaulted ceilings with walls decorated in patterned maroon wallpaper, beautiful velvet curtains draping the large windows, golden light fixtures, a push carpet acting as a runway leading up to a giant staircase in the middle of the lobby. A bar to the left, and a common room to the right. Everything is spaced out, but it feels home-y.

Maybe this wasn’t a bad decision after all.

Alastor was a pure gentleman. He was polite, entertaining and a bit of a sweet talker. He gave you a thorough tour throughout the hotel, and everything is much more than the commercial seemed. 

You met the current residents at the hotel as well, who welcomed you with open arms. And the princess of hell, Charlie, was the most ecstatic to meet you. Bringing you into a giant hug, her eyes practically glistened with joy, “We are here to help you, and we are so happy you’re here!”

–

You hit 1 month today.

Walking down the grand entrance stairs you were surprised by all your friends congratulating you on your “anniversary.” 

A poorly made sign (KunGratZ!), most likely made by Nifty, hung over the bar, balloons scattered the marble floor and everyone was waiting for you by the large dining table. In the middle of it, sat a beautifully decorated white and red cake. 

“Happy 1 month today,” Charlie squeals, “you’ve been doing great!”

Despite this being a small accomplishment, Charlie and Vaggie planned the rest of the day in celebration of you. 

Everyone enjoyed games, drinks and some people even gave you gifts. Nifty gave you a handmade knife, “to kill the angels”, Charlie made you a bracelet, Angel got you a lovely pink robe, Vaggie gifted you a pair of stockings. Husk gave you all the alcohol you could want, while trying to teach you how to gamble. You and Angel danced to music played by Alastor’s microphone cane until everyone joined in. By the end of the night, everyone had their fill of alcohol and food. 

You ache with gratitude. 

It was quite a lot for 1 month living here, but this is what they do. It’s only been a month, but it feels like family- your home. 

And by midnight, Husk asked what your goal in hell would be. 

“To be redeemed. To go to heaven and live forever as a pure soul! Thank you for everything you have done for me so far guys.”

“Cheers to that,” he nods, lifting up a glass of whiskey. “To you, dear friend.” 

–

“Alright, goodnight toots, I’m off ta bed.” Angel stretches, getting up from the sofa. You both were engaged in deep drunk conversation for a few hours now. Circling the drink in your glass, you suppose it’s time for you too to get off to bed. 

“Goodnight, Angel.” You smile as he blows a kiss in return before he exits the living room. 

Yawning, you get up from the sofa, almost falling. How much have you had? You’re buzzed pretty bad. 

“Need help, my dear?” The familiar static-y voice lingers behind you. 

“Oh, Alastor-think i had t’much.” You smile and you can feel your flushed cheeks radiate heat. 

“Now, now sweetheart. You’re in good hands. May I?” A gentle hand comes to rest on your lower back. 

You nod, letting him easily scoop you up. Your face cradles into his neck. Feels kind of funny, having the spins and being carried. 

“Did you have a good time tonight?” His voice rumbles in his chest as he talks. 

You giggle, “Keep talking, it feels nice.” 

He hums and it satisfies you. “Everyone is proud of you. Not many people in hell are open to the option of being rehabilitated or changed. You should be incredibly proud of yourself.”

“Did you have fun tonight?”

“I sure did, sweet girl. I loved playing all your tunes tonight. I haven’t heard of most of them, but they were catchy.” 

Your weight in his arms shift as he walks up the stairs. 

“How long have you been in hell?” You ask.

“For quite some time. I could tell you hundreds of stories about how hell was before you got here. Maybe stories before most people got here. The times are changin’.” 

“A lil’ over a month f’me,” you grumble, “I don’t know why I came in the first place.”

“Now darling, you’re at the safest place in hell. Don’t you worry, soon enough you’ll be climbing up that ladder to heaven.”

You sigh.

“Isn’t that what you want?” His ear twitches. 

It takes you a moment to reply, trying to collect all your runaway thoughts. 

“Yes, but, do we know this even works? Does all this work like that? Am I really able to cleanse my soul?” Your chin lifts up to meet his eyes already staring back at you.

Alastors boots click down the hallway and stop at front of your door. Without putting you down, your door clicks and opens. You keep talking to him as he gently lays you down on your bed. Your plush pillows and soft bedding caress you, trying to lull you to sleep in your drunken state.

“I thought souls stay here to burn forever. I never thought a place like this would even exist in a world like…this.” 

Alastor stands next to your bed, red eyes gleaming down on you through the darkness of your room. His figure half illuminated by the moon, microphone at the top of his cane reflecting in the light. 

“Charlie is a dreamer.” He sighs and shrugs his shoulders. “She believes it can be done.”

With your eyes fighting to stay open, you close them and put the emptiness beside your bed. “But do you believe it can be done? Keep talking to me, Alastor. I like when y’talk. You know you were my first friend here?” 

“Darling, you’re a pleasure to be around. Your company brings a lighter feel to a room.” He coos as he settles himself. Your bed dips as he sits. 

“Maybe one day you can come up to heaven with me. Wouldn’t that be fun? We could foxtrot on the clouds.” You giggle. 

“You might need a few more lessons in that before then dear, but yes, I suppose that sounds like a grand ol’ time.”

He waits a moment before speaking again, “You really want to get to heaven, don’t you?”

You mumble a yes to him, “You didn’t answer me before Alastor. About if you believe it can be done?”

He adjusts himself to face you directly. “I know it can be done.”

Your eyes shoot open. 

“Really? How?”

“If it’s cleansing your soul you’re looking for, I can do that myself.” 

“Really? You perk up, “You’d help me?”

He cocks his head to the side, looking down at you through hooded eyes. That cat like grin grows wide. 

“Of course! I’m the radio demon, look at all the things I’ve done to this hotel. All the things I’ve done to protect this place. Now, I don’t go around telling people this, so keep this our little secret,darling would you?” He waits for you to nod excitedly. “I once helped someone get to those pearly gates before.”

A demon like him was able to help someone go to heaven before? Alastor is so many great things, you’ve seen it yourself, but this? This was your ticket. He could do this for you, and he’s always helped you before. He’s never let you down. Alastor has been your tride and true.

The smile on your face shows Alastor all too well that you believe him. He knows your pretty head is filled with trust. He’s never given anyone a reason not to. And he knows how naive you are. A sweet, simple naive little girl. So new to this world… 

“I’ll do the best that I can every day if you can grant me this one wish, Alastor. I’ll work hard and you cleanse my soul.”

Alastors eyes darken as his ears twitch. 

“Make that a deal?” He leans in, extending his hand to you like he did that first day. The first day of your new life in hell. His ears twitch in anticipation, and you take it a second later.

“A deal! Thank you so mu-”

In an instant, you’re pushed down on the bed. 

Alastors body is quick to climb over yours. His hands have an iron grip on your wrists. 

“Might as well cleanse your soul now, right darling? No better time to, no time to waste!” 

You gasp and wiggle in his grip. As if agitated, his knee pushes up and into your leg, making you open for him. The dress you wear slides up to your waist as he does this. 

“What is it? Don’t believe me?” He pouts, fakeness and mockery ooze through his voice.

“No-I,” your brain is hazy from the alcohol. Your mind is spinning a million miles a minute. 

“Good, never doubt me again.” He growls, voice stuttering and filled with loud static. Pushing your wrists deeper into the bed, he places his hips between your legs. 

“You want to see those gates in the sky? You want to leave?”

His hips grind into yours, his cock already hard. The coarseness of his pants hit into every nerve of your clit.

“I-” you begin.

“Don’t I do enough for you here? Cleansing a soul, HA!” One of his hands shoots down between your legs and rubs harsh circles over your bundle of nerves. 

You let out a moan and arch your back off the bed. Unsure of why your body is responding to him like this. 

“You trust me, yes? So allow me to cleanse your soul, by chaining yours to me.” 

Your brain is too busy swirling to realize what you just did, the deal you just made, and the giant loophole Alastor just wiggled his way into. You buck your hips into his touch, your slick coating your panties. His fingers dance over your covered clit, made easy by your juices collecting there. 

His fingers press roughly into your nerves, and you’re becoming an unholy mess. Your eyes fuse shut, feeling every movement he gives you. And it feels fucking good…

“Feels s’good,” you moan. Bucking your hips relentlessly now, silently begging for him to keep going. 

“I’ll play nice, since you ever so graciously trusted me with your soul.” He coos, upping his pace for you. His lips come down to gently kick your neck. 

“Let go, be a good girl and cum for me.” 

It’s torture. His rough hands give steady and hard pressure, rubbing little fast circles, all while his mouth gives you coaxing soft kisses. 

“I’m gunna-”

His eyes are blown wide, a snarl catches his smile as he eagerly watches every muscle in your face as your head lolls to the side. Your beautiful mouth slacks open and your moans play him a lovely song. 

And there it goes, the pressure in your lower belly breaks. You give him everything he wants. Hot pleasure sizzles every corner of your body and you hump his hand through your orgasm. 

He hums as he watches you work your way down until you slowly stop grinding your hips into his. 

“Up you go, sweet girl.” Hands cradle your back, picking you up slightly to position you to the edge of the bed. Always with care as if every movement was thought out and afraid to break you. 

His body now stands at the edge of the bed, hands pressing your knees open and then guiding your legs around his waist. 

“Who do you belong to now?” He effortlessly takes his cock out of his pants. No time for removing clothes. 

You look down to see him. He’s big, you’re not sure you could take that…

A hand grips your face, “I know you’re curious darling, and you’ll have your fill, but don’t ignore me again or I’ll make this hurt more than you want.”

His face is so close to yours now, you can feel the tip of his cock poking at your clit and it makes you melt. 

“Yours, Alastor.”

He gently grinds his cock over your clit. All the way down the shaft to where his balls press against your slick opening, to all the way back up to his tip. He does this slowly, watching your every move like you're prey. His prey, ready to devour you in an instant. 

“What’s mine, now?” He asks, cocking his head to the side. His antlers grow bigger and the grip on your waist now pricks with pain from his claws. 

“My soul, my soul is yours.” His cock sliding up and down your cunt makes your furrow your brows and whimper for him. You don’t care, you don’t give a fuck, you just want him to keep making you feel the way you do right now. 

“Good girl.” Positioning himself to your opening, he dips his tip in just to catch your juices. As he pulls out, he slicks your wetness in circles over your opening, coating himself with you. 

Without warning, he thrusts in with one sharp movement. You gasp, mouth open for him, and he forcibly sticks his fingers in your mouth. His thumb acts as a hook under your chin. 

“You’re bonded to me forever,” he growls. The fingers in your mouth press down on your tongue as he begins a steady and rough pace. Your body bounces back and forth on the bed, sliding yourself onto him over and over again. You give into the sensation and your body goes limp with pleasure. Your knees slack dead weight to the sides, but your feet still link behind his waist. 

“You’re a lovely sight, who knew you were so naive. A pretty, little naive baby who doesn’t know any better.” 

You coat his fingers with saliva, and he’s fixated on watching it roll down his arm and your neck, letting it pool on the comforter.  

“Look at you, I already broke you, ha!” 

His pace begins to quicken. “You’re so good for me. It drives me mad.” 

He fucks up into you at a relentless pace, everytime he thrusts into you his cock kisses your cervix, over and over and over… 

“Is my darling going to take my cum? I’m going to fill your little cunt.” His hand forces your head to nod for him, and you do your best to say yes with his fingers still in your mouth. 

“You’re clenching around me so hard, I know you want my cock to fill you up.” Taking his hand out of your mouth, his wet hand finds your hip. His hands curl around you, claws wrapping around the small of your back, bouncing you back and forth onto him. 

His eyes are wild, his snarl exposes his gums and his ears are flat as he humps into you just one more time until snarling in your ear as he fills you up. You can feel his pulsing cock deep within you as his warmth seeps in every corner of your cunt. 

He grinds into you as he finishes his high. Once he’s done, his grip on you loosens and fingers smooth over the scars he left. 

The smile on his face is dark as he looks into your eyes. 

His toy for eternity. 

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Thanks to Curieously for sending this lovely 1903 Georgian Revival estate in Hinsdale, Illinois. It has 8bds, 8ba, $9,999,999.

Lovely sunny hall enters into a dining area.

I can't resist a pink room and this one has a beautiful bar behind a pink lattice wall.

Pretty pink sitting area with lots of natural light.

What a lovely breakfast room on the sun porch. Love the fountain.

Wow, the gorgeous lattice work is even on the ceiling. It looks beautiful, and I'm sure they must have a staff to clean it.

As is typical of large homes, there is always an assortment of places to sit.

What a delightful blue fireplace and banquette in this dining room.

This gray living room is more formal, even has a more formal lattice ceiling. Every colorful home in this home has a different design.

The large kitchen was renovated has gorgeous dark cabinetry and amazing marble-patterned quartz.

I like this better than the dull white quartz that they always pick on HGTV.

The curving stairs are Georgian, but the decor is Art Deco.

What a delightful floral bedroom.

Here's a home office where they must entertain clients.

Luxurious bedroom with a bed alcove.

Interesting- a retro lounge even has a disco ball.

A round room for music and relaxing.

Plus, look at this- a vintage bowling alley.

2.79 acres of beautifully landscaped grounds.

The patio and pool.

Truly a beautiful property.

Huge home and every room is beautifully decorated.

https://www.redfin.com/IL/Hinsdale/505-S-County-Line-Rd-60521/home/14060312

[roseofdarknessblog]

New beginnings (Levi Ackerman x Reader)

My entry into the Harvest Moon Collab is finally here! Hope you’ll like what I came up with @postwarlevi. The last time I posted a fic was sometime in July and since then I had the worst writer's block ever. So getting this done felt more than amazing, even though it was pretty challenging.

Word count: 1 980

Disclaimer: english is not my first language, I apologize in advance for any mistakes

Summary: You and Levi become the new owners of a property that looks like straight out of the most magical autumn dream… or nightmare?

New beginnings

„So... this is all ours now, right?“ Levi asked when the two of you walked out onto the biggest balcony of your new home. A charming and magical-looking Victorian house in the countryside, which was now yours. The mid-October afternoon was a little cold due to the wind, which was rustling the colorful leaves on all of the trees around the house. All around the house, there were smaller or larger hills, almost perfectly colored in all the most beautiful shades of autumn. „Everything.“

You nodded and held onto his hand a bit tighter, gently running one of your fingers over his gold wedding band. It was truly unbelievable. This place was near and dear to your heart since childhood, but actually owning it felt surreal. You didn’t expect it for another couple of years. However, your grandparent decided to live out their retirement off the land – literally. Only a month ago, they left for a luxurious cruise around the world.

A few days before that, they called you and Levi here and handed you the official papers which made the two of you the new owners of this place. And the reality of that still hasn’t sunk in.

„Everything you see,“ you said in a quiet voice and rested your head against Levi’s.

„What the hell are we going to do with such a huge house?“

„You’ll have fun cleaning it,“ you laughed and kissed his cheek. „And who knows, maybe it won’t be this empty for long.“

Levi furrowed his brows and looked at you. „Something you want to tell me?“

„No, no, no. I’m not pregnant, yet,“ you reassured him with a playful laugh and gently pulled him in the direction of the old stone stairs.

The house was almost a hundred years old but in exceptionally good shape. No major renovations were needed, at least not right away. The roof was almost brand new and the three-story building with stone walls seemed as if it was built not more than maybe a decade ago. Every inch of this place breathed with history – the tall arch-top windows, stone balconies, and stairs, or a little tower that was home to your grandfather’s personal library.

„I’m not sure about this whole place,“ Levi said as the two of you, hand in hand, made your way through the backyard with a huge marble fountain.

When you went up to the fence and looked down into the valley, you could see the town’s graveyard spreading out there in a thin layer of fog. It looked just as mysterious as you remembered it. When you were little, it scared the living hell out of you all the time. And even now you could feel shivers run down your back when you glanced in that direction.

„We just have to get used to it,“ you said finally and looked away, forcing yourself to focus on different, much better things. „We’ll do something about the house, decorate it a little to our liking. It’s up to us to make this place feel like home.“

„Can you even make such a huge place feel warm and cozy?“ Levi asked skeptically, looking back to the house over his shoulder.

Coming to live here meant a couple of things – both of you had to quit your current jobs in the city. None of you were willing to drive for almost three hours there and three hours back every single day. Many big changes were happening in your lives but it seemed that everything was turning out more than well. You happened to find a perfect place in the nearby town where Levi was planning to open his tea shop. It has been his dream for as long as you could remember and now it was finally about to come true.

„We don’t need to rush anything, darling. We’ll move in properly and slowly start changing things we don’t like the way they are now,“ you assured him, leading the way to the big open space behind the house and the garden.

This was your favorite thing about the whole property – the apple orchard, pumpkin patch, and fruit and vegetable garden. When you were little, many hours of every day were spent here. With your grandparents or even alone, just walking around, reading a book, or drawing something in one of your notebooks.

„I used to spend so much time here and I’m excited to have that back. To come here whenever I want and just relax,“ you said dreamily.

„We’ll have a ton of work with the tea shop opening, having a quiet place to recharge is important.“ He leaned over and kissed your temple, squeezing your hand a little tighter. „I already started thinking about a couple of things. But there’s just so much more to do. It’s a bit scary, isn’t it?“

You nodded and opened a little white wooden gate that finally let you enter the apple orchard in front of the property. The pumpkin patch was on the left behind it, and the vegetable and fruit garden was on the right.

„It is but not fulfilling your dreams is even more scarier. And don’t forget that you’re not alone,“ you reminded him and brushed your thumb over his knuckles.

As you were about to say something else a quiet rustling in a tall pile of leaves was heard to your right. When you and Levi looked over there a black cat lazily snuck out and stretched its back. You both stopped and waited for what the cat would do next, not wanting to scare it away.

„You always wanted a black cat,“ Levi said in a quiet voice and let go of your hand. You watched him crouch down and get closer to the cat. „Maybe it will stick around here.“

You nodded with a smile and got a little closer as well. „You wouldn’t let it inside the house.“

Levi shrugged with a tiny smirk. And you knew that something like this could mean absolutely anything. From truly not letting any pets into the house, to having a ton of them over time. It was better to let it unfold naturally and not force anything on him.

While Levi reached out his hand and petted the cat’s head gently, you looked around with a smile on your lips. This place felt like home your entire life. And now it was truly yours. All the apple trees you could see were now yours, all the varieties your grandmother planted many years ago – Red Delicious, Gala, Fuji, Granny Smith, Golden Delicious, Cripps Pink, Honeycrisp, Braeburn, Empire and a couple more. These apple orchards made your grandparents a nice amount of money every single year. Their delicious taste charmed everyone who tried them.

„You okay?“ Levi asked after a moment, still scratching the cat’s head.

„Yeah,“ you smiled at him and stood up once again.

Levi followed your lead and grabbed your hand again, both of you heading down the orchard in the direction of the pumpkin patch. The little black cat decided to join you, walking alongside Levi with its head held high.

You told Levi about all the different kinds of apples, while the chilly wind was rustling the leaves of all the apple trees around you. The sun was hanging low on the sky and ready to dive under the horizon, drowning your surroundings in warm gold and orange hues. The air was getting noticeably colder by the minute.

„How many kinds of pumpkins are there?“ Levi asked while the two of you walked among them, your new cat friend following behind.

„Ten or twelve, I’m not so sure right now. There were almost twenty when I was little and grandma was younger. She loved having as many varieties of everything as possible.“

Ambercup Squash, Autumn Gold Pumpkins, Baby Boo Pumpkins, Blue Prince Pumpkins, Carnival Squash, Jack-O-Lantern Pumpkins, Hokkaido pumpkins and a couple more as well. Just like with the apples, your grandmother wanted to have as many pumpkins as possible – orange, white, green, yellow, or even slightly red. For her own satisfaction and also for another source of income. Not that your grandfather didn’t make more than enough money or had a pretty huge heritage. Your grandmother simply always liked doing her own little things that made her happy – if it provided money, it made her even happier, as she used to say.

„I should send grandma a couple of photos. She always liked how the orchards and the whole place looked during autumn. All those pretty colors, cozy atmosphere, and everything.“

„Good thing that they keep up with the modern world and know how to use all the electronics,“ Levi said, his eyes scanning the pumpkin patch and all the different pumpkins. „It feels so different here now.“

„What do you mean?“

„When we were here in the past it was...“ he shrugged and looked back at you, trying to find the right words. „It felt like a nice little trip. An escape from our shitty work like in the city. Now it feels kind of homey and it gives off that feeling of responsibility.“

„Yeah, now it will be up to us to keep this place looking like this.“

Hand in hand and with the black cat in tow, you took a quick look at the vegetables and fruits and then decided to make your way back to the house. The very last rays of sunshine illuminated your way, bathing the property and the house in the most beautiful color of gold.

The crips evening air made you shiver slightly. „Autumn finally came in all its glory, the evenings, nights, and mornings are really getting harsh and cold,“ you said as Levi wrapped one of his arms around your shoulders.

„And you still love it.“

„I do, this is my favorite season for many reasons, just look around us.“

You both did. Taking in all the different shades of yellow, orange, red, green, and brown was a perfect way to end this long and tiring day. All the trees and bushes were rustling in the wind, making it seem as if you weren’t alone.

„What about the cat?“ you asked, looking at your new four-pawed friend who was still walking beside Levi. „We can’t leave it outside, the night will be cold.“

Levi rolled his eyes but didn’t say anything. Only leaned closer and met your lips in a sweet long kiss full of the purest love one can imagine. „You always know how to get your way, don’t you?“ With a tiny smile, his lips gently pressed to your temple, while he brushed the tip of his nose over your cheek, making you close your eyes for a second and sigh contently. You loved this man more than words would ever be able to describe. He truly was your everything – your past, present, and future.

His arm stayed around your shoulders while you made your way across the garden. You turned your head at the last possible moment and took a quick glance at the graveyard. Now, a much thicker fog was covering it almost perfectly. If you didn’t know it was there, you wouldn’t really know what you were looking at. Only a couple of gravestones were sticking out from the milky white fog, making the whole scene seem eerie and chilling.

„Stop looking, you’ll see something you’ll regret,“ Levi said, his hand traveling up to the back of your head and turning it away from the graveyard.

„So you do believe in ghosts?“ you joked and shoved him into the ribs playfully.

When Levi didn’t answer, you risked one last look over your shoulder before you went up the stairs. It only took a glimpse of a second – a figure stepping out from the fog amongst the gravestones and lifting its hand, waving at you.

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Lionel Messi House in Miami and Barcelona: Cost, Inside Photos and Net Worth

Lionel Messi and his wife, Antonella Roccuzzo, acquired a lavish mansion in Miami after Lionel joined Inter Miami’s professional team in July 2023. The couple invested approximately 50 million USD (around Rs 413 crore) in this stunning property. Situated on a uniquely shaped island, the estate ensures complete privacy for the family. Known for its exclusive location, Lionel Messi’s Miami residence is celebrated as a masterpiece of contemporary architecture. Designed by renowned designer Lori Morris, the modern mansion has garnered attention, even being featured in Florida Design magazine.

source: Miami Herald

Lionel Messi, who shares three sons with Antonela Roccuzzo, an Argentinian social media influencer and model, recently became the proud owner of a sprawling 10,500-square-foot estate. This impressive residence features 8 bedrooms, 9.5 bathrooms, a three-car garage, and a luxurious pool.

source: Miami herald

Represented by Samuel and Donna Simpkin of Compass Florida, Messi purchased the home nestled in a quiet cul-de-sac within the exclusive Bay Colony community. Notably, this area saw a record-setting purchase in 2021 by Patrick Bet-David, an author and social media influencer.

The ultra-modern mansion, occupying less than half an acre, boasts two boat docks, a spa, a fitness room, and an expansive 1,600-square-foot primary bedroom suite. Annual property taxes for the estate are estimated to be around $83,400, reflecting its substantial value and amenities.

source: Miami herald

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Lionel Messi Barcelona House Address

Lionel Messi House in Barcelona address is Passeig de la Creu, Castelldefels, Barcelona, Spain

source: pinterest

The exterior of Messi's house is truly a sight to behold. Elegantly designed, it features beautiful architecture with side stairs adding to its charm. Messi, an avid fan of high-intensity sports, has an enormous yard that reflects this passion. In this expansive space, he practices his skills, constantly striving to break his own records. It’s also where he enjoys playing football with his dogs. Messi’s commitment to his family is evident in the quality time he dedicates to them, showcasing his ability to balance his professional pursuits with personal life.

Lionel Messi's house, located just 12 miles from Camp Nou, is a haven of luxury and convenience. The property features a football field, a swimming pool, an indoor gym, and a children's playground. It offers breathtaking views, including the stunning Balearic Sea.

Messi's residence is situated along the Spanish coastline in the affluent Bellamar neighborhood of Castelldefels. Since choosing Bellamar as his home in 2009, the upscale neighborhood, about 25 kilometers south of Barcelona's city center, has seen significant growth and revaluation.

The football legend initially invested 1.8 million dollars in the property in 2009 and spent an additional 6 million dollars on renovations and personalizations to suit his tastes. Messi's home boasts many open terraces and large panoramic windows that provide stunning views of the beautiful Catalan hills and the Mediterranean shore.

Lionel Messi house living room

More than just a living room, Messi's lounge is a cozy nap corner, often used by him and his toddlers for power naps on the oversized couch. The lounge is tastefully adorned with Mediterranean motifs, enhancing the area’s overall design. A grey patterned rug beautifully complements the dark and light sofas, which rest on chestnut-toned floors. The room features a diverse color scheme with beige and brown tones, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere.

The main attraction of the room is a wall adorned with floral pattern motifs, creating a focal point that separates it from the rest of the house with a stylish glass partition. Mix-and-match cushions add to the sofa's attractiveness, making the space both functional and aesthetically pleasing.

Lionel Messi house: T-shirt Collection Room

Messi's passion for football is unmistakable in his dedicated room for his extensive t-shirt collection. This space perfectly blends black and white decor, showcasing over 50 jerseys from various football legends. Among the prized items is his complete collection of Ronaldinho's shirts, reflecting their strong bond and mutual respect.

The room also honors other great players, featuring jerseys from Gerard Piqué, PSG winger Ángel Di María, and Roma legend Francesco Totti. This impressive display underscores Messi's deep appreciation for the sport and its players. Striking glass exhibits on the floor and ceiling add to the room's overall grandeur, making it a true homage to football.

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Lionel Messi house: playing area

As a football player, Messi is also a huge fan of other energetic sports, and his expansive yard showcases this passion. Here, he hones his skills, constantly striving to surpass his personal records. The yard is also a place where he enjoys playing football with his dogs, combining his love for the game with family time. Messi's dedication to his family is evident in the significant time he spends with them, reflecting his commitment to balancing his professional and personal life.

Lionel Messi house: Gym Area

The mansion boasts a dedicated workout space, a football field, and a swimming pool. For Messi, football alone isn't enough; he emphasizes core strength training with a variety of machines. The standout feature in his indoor gym is the step climber. What makes it unique? The names of his family members are etched into the stairs, and a carved Number 10 at the base, representing the number he proudly wears on his blue and white jersey, adds a personal touch. This distinctive design element not only enhances the gym’s functionality but also symbolizes Messi's deep connection to his family and his sport.

Lionel Messi M-shaped house.

One of the most decorated football players, Lionel Messi, has made significant strides not only on the field but also in the real estate sector. His 2023 purchase exemplifies the luxurious lifestyle he leads. In 2023, Messi and his wife Antonella Roccuzzo invested in another lavish property in Miami.

Purchased for a staggering 50 million USD (around Rs 413 crore), the mansion is designed in an M-shape, symbolizing his name. The interior includes personal touches, such as his signature and name featured in various rooms, making it truly his home.

Situated on a ship-shaped island, Messi's Miami house follows a futuristic concept. This architectural marvel spans three levels and offers complete privacy for the family in an exclusive location. The design and location of the mansion not only showcase modern architecture but also provide a serene and private retreat for Messi and his loved ones.

Lionel Messi Net worth:

According to Forbes' list of highest-paid athletes, Lionel Messi tops the chart with annual earnings of 130 million USD. Of this total, 75 million USD comes from his sports endeavors, while the remaining 55 million USD is earned through endorsements and other business ventures. With a net worth exceeding 600 million USD, Lionel Messi is considered the richest football player in the world.

Frequently Asked Questions:

1. Who is Lionel Messi?

Lionel Messi is an Argentine professional footballer widely regarded as one of the greatest players of all time. He has spent the majority of his career at FC Barcelona, where he achieved numerous records and accolades

2. How many houses does Lionel Messi own?

Lionel Messi owns several properties around the world, including residences in Barcelona, Miami, and other locations where he has lived during his career.

3. What are some features of Lionel Messi's house in Barcelona?

Messi's house in Barcelona is reported to have a football field, swimming pool, and various amenities suited for relaxation and family activities.

4. How many children does Lionel Messi have?

Lionel Messi has three children with his wife, Antonela Roccuzzo. They are named Thiago, Mateo, and Ciro Messi Roccuzzo.

5. Where was Lionel Messi born and raised?

Lionel Messi was born on June 24, 1987, in Rosario, Argentina. He grew up in a modest neighborhood in Rosario, where his talent for football was evident from a young age.

6. What is Lionel Messi net worth?

With a net worth exceeding 600 million USD, Lionel Messi is considered the richest football player in the world.

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[antiquatedsimmer]

Happy New Year!

As the winter frost thawed and the vibrant hues of spring painted the landscape, Eddy and Helena found themselves filled with renewed hope. The arrival of the new year brought with it a promise of great things, and they were eager to embrace the change.

With the joyful news of impending fatherhood, Eddy's heart swelled with a newfound determination. The thought of not only cultivating the land as a farmer but also nurturing his children within the walls of their humble cabin ignited a fire within him. No longer content with a mere living space, Eddy yearned to create a proper home where his children would feel safe, loved, and cherished.

Eddy toiled tirelessly under the bright sun, his brow glistening with perspiration as he worked to transform the modest property. With unwavering determination, he set out to uproot the unwanted dead plants and clear away the rocks that marred the land. Each shovel of dirt and every heavy stone lifted brought him closer to his vision.

In the past season, Eddy had crafted fences and furniture, and with calloused hands, Eddy diligently set to work, driving wooden fence posts into the fertile ground. Each thud of the mallet resonated with purpose, marking the boundaries that would safeguard their garden. The sturdy fences rose, encircling the designated area, forming a protective barrier against unwelcome intruders.

The chickens, once confined to a coop, now enjoyed the freedom of their enclosed roaming space without the looming fear of foxes.

Armed with a sum of money from the sale of his woodwork, he acquired plans and set to work constructing sturdy barns that would serve as a haven for animals in the days to come.

As each beam fell into place, Eddy couldn't help but reminisce about his former life in Brindleton Bay, a life lost to the tumultuous waves of the Silver Panic. Determination burned within him, fueling his resolve to build a future that would not be snatched away.

Amidst their trials and depleted funds, Eddy, Helena, and a large group of working men Eddy had hired in Finchwick embarked on a grand endeavor to transform the humble Bramblewood Cabin into a magnificent southern farmhouse. They labored tirelessly for most of the spring, pouring their sweat and soul into the renovations.

Their hard work paid off as the once-dilapidated shack underwent a remarkable metamorphosis. Walls were rebuilt, roofs repaired, and windows replaced. The sound of hammers and saws echoed through the air as the structure stood tall, proudly showcasing its newfound glory.

As Helena's pregnancy progressed, she embraced her new role as a homemaker, channeling her creativity and nurturing spirit into the art of crafting. With a growing belly and limited mobility, she gracefully shifted her focus from heavy lifting to the delicate art of knitting and stitching.

Helena's nimble fingers weaved vibrant carpets and intricately designed rugs that breathed life into the space, And with a meticulous touch, Helena carefully stitched together pieces of fabric, creating beautiful quilts that adorned their handcrafted bed.

The transformation of their living space brought about remarkable changes. No longer confined to two large rooms, Eddy and Helena now enjoyed the luxury of a small hallway that connected the living room to the kitchen.

In one corner of the hallway, a cozy nook had been created. A simple yet functional storage space housed a laundry basket and a coat rack. Next to the nook, a set of sturdy wooden stairs led to the second floor. Eddy had crafted them himself, pouring his craftsmanship into each step.

The area was kept simple with the spare pot belly furnace that once stood in the living room, now radiating warmth and coziness throughout the top floor.

There were two small bedrooms, each with its own purpose and anticipation. One of the bedrooms remained vacant, awaiting its future use, while the other had been lovingly transformed into a space dedicated to the imminent arrival of their baby.

After the arduous task of moving and arranging their belongings in their newly transformed home, Eddy and Helena found themselves longing for a moment of respite. They nestled together on the plush fabric couch that they had chosen to indulge in, a well-deserved treat after months of sitting on a cold, hard, creaky bench.

Absolute Huge Update for the Doyle Legacy, You have no idea many dining tables Eddy crafted and how many objects Helena knitted to be able to afford this. Here's a before and after of the Bramblewood property :)

Before:

After:

The Bramblewood Property - 1894

[loverontheleft]

Strip Poker (revised)

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

Brendon x reader.

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

Word count: 3.8k➡️8.6k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fair enough.”

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

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

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

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

-||-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Interrupt us?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Zack laughs grimly. “Three of a kind.”

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

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

-||-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-||-

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

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

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

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

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

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

You scoff. “All losers.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-||-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Now I make my girl come.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-||-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck Brendon, I—”

“Fuck, fuck, fu—gonna take it all?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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It’s been a while ^^;;

CRIME SEINE ALBUM part 13 : LE TRAIN BLEU (Visuals for chapter 22: TRAIN BLEU THERAPY)

(above) Up the stairs in the pic: the entreance of the TRAIN BLEU overlooking the hall of the train station Paris - Gare de Lyon. It’s probably going change soon: last time I was there, there was some renovating in the hall going on?

(above) The main dining halls. This is empty, because it was in the morning. Later in the day it’s CROWDED and rather noisy.

More crappy pics from my phone under the cut…

(above) That’s some heavy décor all right ^^;; Aaaah, the time when travelling was a luxury...

(above) The little corridor leading to smaller rooms where Daken and Hannibal relocate for more “intimacy” for their session…

(above) The nice metal rail where Daken leans on before leaving the place entirely.

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Expert Residential Elevator Services in Mohali for Comfort and Style - IEE Lifts

As residential living evolves, homeowners are increasingly seeking ways to integrate comfort, functionality, and style into their living spaces. One modern solution gaining popularity is the installation of residential elevators, a feature that offers both convenience and a touch of luxury. Whether it’s for improving home accessibility or adding an elegant upgrade to your space, residential elevators have become an attractive option for homeowners. In Mohali, where the demand for upscale and practical home improvements is growing, expert elevator services are crucial for ensuring seamless installations and maintenance.

The Rise of Residential Elevators

Once considered a luxury limited to mansions or high-end properties, residential elevators are now becoming a mainstream feature in many homes. These elevators provide an accessible, practical solution for multi-story homes, offering benefits for a variety of homeowners, including those with mobility concerns, aging family members, or anyone looking to future-proof their living spaces.

Residential elevators are designed to provide safe and comfortable access to different floors within a home. This makes them ideal for households where climbing stairs might be challenging for older adults or those with physical limitations. The flexibility of modern elevators also allows for customizable designs that enhance the aesthetics of your home, blending function and style seamlessly.

Key Benefits of Installing Residential Elevators

Improved Accessibility: Residential elevators significantly ease mobility between floors, especially for those with physical challenges or elderly family members. They reduce the strain caused by stairs and provide safer, more convenient access, ensuring that everyone in the household can navigate the home comfortably.

Enhanced Convenience: Beyond aiding with mobility, elevators provide the added benefit of easily transporting items such as groceries, furniture, and laundry between floors. This added convenience can simplify everyday tasks in a multi-level home.

Boosting Home Value: Installing a residential elevator can be a smart investment in terms of increasing your home’s market value. As more potential buyers seek features that support long-term living and accessibility, elevators can make your property stand out.

Efficient Use of Space: Modern residential elevators come in various designs, allowing for installations that optimize space. Compact models can fit into existing homes without the need for extensive renovations, making them an efficient choice for many properties.

Aesthetic Appeal: Residential elevators are no longer purely functional. Many contemporary designs feature customizable options such as glass cabins, wood paneling, and sleek finishes that add to the overall design and feel of the home. These elevators can become a stylish focal point, enhancing both form and function.

Why Professional Installation is Essential

While choosing the right elevator is crucial, expert installation plays an equally important role in ensuring the elevator's performance and safety. Residential elevators are complex systems that require specialized knowledge to install correctly. Improper installation can lead to operational issues, safety risks, and expensive repairs down the line.

In a city like Mohali, where development and modern home designs are on the rise, working with skilled professionals for elevator installation is essential. These experts assess your home’s layout, ensure proper system integration, and make certain that the elevator meets safety regulations. This guarantees both functionality and peace of mind for homeowners.

Types of Residential Elevators

When selecting a residential elevator, it’s important to consider the type of elevator that will suit your home and your needs. Some popular options include:

Hydraulic Elevators: Known for smooth, quiet operation, hydraulic elevators are ideal for multi-story homes and offer high weight capacities.

Traction Elevators: These elevators use cables and counterweights to move between floors. They are energy-efficient and suitable for homes where space is limited.

Pneumatic Elevators: These elevators rely on air pressure for movement and are compact, making them a great choice for homes with limited space.

Machine Room-Less (MRL) Elevators: These elevators don’t require a separate machine room, making them more space-efficient and ideal for residential properties with tighter layouts.

Choosing the right elevator system depends on several factors such as the available space, budget, and personal preferences. Expert guidance is invaluable in making an informed decision.

Maintaining Your Residential Elevator

After installation, regular maintenance is key to ensuring the longevity and reliability of your residential elevator. Routine checks help identify minor issues before they become major problems, ensuring the system operates safely and efficiently. Scheduled maintenance can extend the life of your elevator and prevent costly repairs in the future.

Partnering with a trusted elevator service provider ensures that your elevator remains compliant with safety standards, giving you peace of mind. Regular maintenance also keeps the elevator running smoothly, protecting your investment and ensuring consistent performance.

Conclusion

Residential elevators are a practical, stylish, and value-adding feature for any home. For homeowners in Mohali, the availability of expert elevator services makes it easy to enhance accessibility, improve home convenience, and add a touch of luxury. Whether you're installing a new elevator or maintaining an existing one, professional services ensure your system is both safe and stylish, meeting your unique needs for years to come.

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Best Luxury and Designer Marble & Granite with Karst Galleria

At Karst Galleria, we offer a stunning selection of luxury marble and designer granite to elevate the beauty and sophistication of your interiors. Whether you’re renovating your home or designing a commercial space, our premium marble and granite options are the perfect combination of elegance and durability.

Why Choose Marble & Granite from Karst Galleria?

1. Unmatched Luxury & Aesthetic Appeal

Natural Beauty: Marble and granite offer a timeless elegance with unique veining and patterns, adding a sense of luxury to any space.

Sophisticated Design: Our marble and granite collections feature diverse colors, finishes, and textures to suit both modern and classic interiors.

2. Exceptional Durability & Strength

Long-Lasting Material: Granite is renowned for its hardness, making it perfect for high-traffic areas, while marble offers beauty with strength in more refined settings.

Resistant to Heat & Scratches: Both materials are heat-resistant and durable, making them ideal for kitchens, countertops, and outdoor applications.

3. Versatility in Application

Flooring: Elevate your floors with marble and granite tiles that add a sense of grandeur and style to any room.

Countertops & Vanities: Our marble and granite slabs make for stunning countertops, offering a luxurious finish for kitchens, bathrooms, and living areas.

Wall Cladding: Add texture and visual interest to walls with polished or textured stone, creating a bold, luxurious backdrop.

Types of Marble & Granite at Karst Galleria

1. Marble

Carrara Marble: A classic choice with soft grey veining, perfect for a refined, elegant look in bathrooms, foyers, and living rooms.

Calacatta Marble: Known for its dramatic, bold veining, Calacatta marble is ideal for high-end luxury spaces and feature walls.

Statuario Marble: Featuring striking white backgrounds with deep, rich veining, Statuario marble adds a bold statement to any room.

2. Granite

Black Galaxy Granite: Sleek and sophisticated, this granite offers a rich black background with specks of gold, ideal for modern kitchens and countertops.

White Pearl Granite: Perfect for creating a clean, minimalist look, this granite has subtle white tones and soft veining for a contemporary feel.

Blue Bahia Granite: With its deep blue tones and unique veining, Blue Bahia granite is a luxurious option for statement walls and countertops.

Advantages of Choosing Karst Galleria for Marble & Granite

1. Quality Assurance

Handpicked Stones: Each slab of marble and granite is carefully selected to ensure it meets the highest standards of quality and beauty.

Finest Craftsmanship: Our expert team ensures that every piece is cut, polished, and installed to perfection, delivering exceptional results.

2. Customization & Tailored Solutions

Custom Cuts & Finishes: Whether you need a specific size, shape, or finish, we offer bespoke cutting and polishing services to suit your project’s exact needs.

Design Consultation: Our interior design experts guide you through selecting the right stone and finish for your space, ensuring your vision comes to life.

3. Diverse Applications

Residential: Transform your home with marble flooring, granite kitchen countertops, and stone-clad walls that radiate luxury.

Commercial: Our marble and granite collections are perfect for hotels, offices, restaurants, and retail spaces, creating a high-end, professional aesthetic.

Popular Uses of Marble & Granite

1. Kitchens & Bathrooms

Countertops: Granite and marble countertops offer beauty and durability, combining luxury with functionality.

Vanities: Marble vanities provide an upscale look, perfect for luxurious bathrooms and powder rooms.

2. Flooring & Stairs

Marble Floors: Create an opulent feel with marble flooring that reflects light and enhances the sense of space.

Granite Staircases: Add durability and elegance to staircases with granite, providing both strength and visual appeal.

3. Feature Walls & Fireplaces

Statement Pieces: Use marble or granite for feature walls or fireplace surrounds to create a focal point that exudes luxury and warmth.

Accent Walls: Make a bold statement with large granite or marble slabs, perfect for living rooms, dining areas, and entrance halls.

Transform Your Space with Karst Galleria’s Marble & Granite

At Karst Galleria, we bring the finest materials and craftsmanship to every project, ensuring your space reflects luxury and sophistication. Whether you’re looking to create a minimalist modern aesthetic or a grand, opulent interior, our marble and granite collections provide the perfect solution.

Contact us today to explore our selection and discover how we can bring your vision to life with luxury marble and granite!

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Mobility Equipment & Services for Every Budget

Finding the right mobility equipment can be a sport-changer for all of us needing extra guide of their every day life. But with such a lot of options to be had, it is able to be overwhelming to figure out what’s great for you—particularly while you're on a finances. The suitable information is that Best mobility gadget & services are available in a extensive variety of alternatives, ensuring that there’s something out there for anyone, irrespective of monetary constraints. In this weblog, we’ll explore how you can locate the suitable mobility answers without breaking the bank.

Understanding Your Needs

Before diving into the world of mobility equipment, it’s important to evaluate your unique wishes. Whether you’re seeking out a wheelchair, walker, scooter, or domestic changes, knowledge your daily challenges and lifestyle will manual your selections.

Ask yourself:

What sort of mobility help do I want most?

How frequently will I use this gadget?

Do I want some thing brief or long-term?

What features are vital for my comfort and independence?

Answering those questions will assist slender down your alternatives and ensure you invest in device that sincerely meets your wishes.

Exploring Budget-Friendly Mobility Equipment

1. Wheelchairs and Scooters

Wheelchairs and scooters are of the maximum common sorts of mobility equipment. They are available in quite a few styles, from simple manual models to greater advanced electric powered variations.

Manual Wheelchairs: These are commonly greater low-cost and can be discovered for as little as some hundred dollars. They’re ideal for those with top body strength and who most effective want occasional assistance.

Electric Wheelchairs: While pricier, many 2d-hand options are available, making them extra accessible. Look for refurbished fashions that have been cautiously inspected for exceptional.

Mobility Scooters: Scooters are a remarkable choice for folks who need to journey longer distances. Basic models can be quite cheap, and some stores offer financing options to make them extra reachable.

2. Walkers and Rollators

Walkers and rollators are superb for individuals who need a bit of greater support while strolling. They’re generally affordable, with primary fashions to be had at a low fee.

Standard Walkers: Basic walkers are simple and less expensive, normally priced underneath $100. They offer balance for those with stability problems.

Rollators: Rollators, which come with wheels and a seat, are barely extra luxurious but provide more mobility and luxury. They’re perfect for folks that need to transport round extra freely and take breaks while wanted.

three. Home Modifications

Making your home more available doesn’t have to be steeply-priced. There are lots of finances-pleasant changes you may make to enhance mobility and protection.

Grab Bars: Installing take hold of bars inside the toilet is a easy and cheaper way to save you falls.

Ramps: Portable ramps can be an less expensive answer for folks that need to navigate steps or uneven surfaces.

Stair Lifts: While stair lifts can be pricey, there are apartment and financing options to be had. Some organizations even provide presents to assist cowl the value.

4. Second-Hand and Refurbished Equipment

One of the quality ways to stay within budget is to explore 2nd-hand and refurbished mobility gadget. Many agencies focus on refurbishing used gadget, ensuring it’s secure and purposeful. Buying 2nd-hand can prevent a giant amount of cash whilst nevertheless presenting you with high-quality system.

Check neighborhood classifieds, online marketplaces, and specialized shops for second-hand offers. Just make sure to look into the device thoroughly or discuss with a professional to make certain it meets your desires.

Budget-Friendly Services

In addition to equipment, mobility equipment & services regularly consist of renovation, restore, and customization. These services are critical in making sure your gadget remains in top circumstance and continues to meet your wishes over the years.

1. Maintenance and Repairs

Regular preservation is vital for keeping your mobility device in appropriate working order. Many businesses provide cheap carrier plans that consist of recurring exams and repairs. Investing in a preservation plan can save you cash in the long run via preventing luxurious breakdowns.

2. Customization Services

Customization could make a international of difference in comfort and usability. Whether it’s including extra padding to a wheelchair or adjusting the peak of a walker, customization doesn’t ought to be highly-priced. Many vendors provide low priced customization services that may be tailor-made for your price range.

three. Rental Services

If you simplest want mobility system briefly, renting might be the maximum cost-powerful alternative. Many businesses provide rental offerings for wheelchairs, scooters, and other gadget. This may be particularly beneficial if you’re getting better from surgical procedure or best want assistance for a brief period.

Financial Assistance and Resources

If you’re worried about the fee of mobility gadget and services, don’t worry—there are sources to be had to assist. Many authorities programs, non-earnings groups, and charities offer monetary help or presents to assist cowl the price of mobility aids.

1. Government Programs

Check with your neighborhood government for packages that provide financial assistance for mobility device. In some instances, you could qualify for subsidies or grants to help cover the value.

2. Non-Profit Organizations

Several non-earnings companies offer assist to individuals in need of mobility device. They may additionally provide equipment at a discounted value or even without spending a dime, depending on your scenario.

three. Insurance Coverage

Some mobility equipment may be included by way of your medical insurance. Be sure to check with your company to look what’s protected to your plan.

Conclusion

Finding the proper mobility device doesn’t ought to be a disturbing or steeply-priced method. With a touch studies and making plans, you could discover fine mobility equipment & services that match your finances and meet your wishes. Whether you’re searching out a wheelchair, walker, scooter, or home modifications, there are masses of alternatives available to help you stay independently and easily.

Remember, making an investment in the right mobility device is an funding to your satisfactory of existence. By exploring price range-pleasant options and taking gain of available assets, you may locate the ideal solution without breaking the bank. So move in advance, start your search nowadays, and take step one towards more mobility and independence!

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Custom Flat Pack Cabinets: Affordable Luxury Tailored to Your Space

In recent years, custom flat pack cabinets have become an increasingly popular choice for homeowners and renovators alike. Combining the affordability and convenience of flat pack designs with the personal touch of custom cabinetry, these solutions offer the best of both worlds. Whether you’re outfitting a new kitchen, bathroom, or office space, custom flat pack cabinets provide a versatile and efficient option that can be tailored to suit your specific needs. 

Cost-Effective Without Compromising on Quality

One of the primary benefits of custom flat pack cabinets is their cost-effectiveness. Traditional custom cabinetry can be prohibitively expensive due to labour and material costs. Flat pack cabinets, on the other hand, are manufactured in bulk, which drives down the price. However, unlike generic flat pack options, custom flat pack cabinets allow for personalisation in terms of dimensions, finishes, and materials. This means that you get the look and feel of custom cabinets without the hefty price tag.

Easy Assembly with a Professional Finish

Flat pack furniture is often associated with tedious assembly instructions and frustrating experiences. However, custom flat pack cabinets are designed with user-friendliness in mind. These cabinets come with clear, step-by-step instructions that make assembly straightforward, even for those without advanced DIY skills. Many custom flat pack cabinet suppliers also offer pre-drilled holes and precisely cut pieces, ensuring that everything fits together perfectly. The result is a professional finish that rivals traditional custom cabinets, but without the need for a contractor.

Tailored to Your Space

Another significant advantage of custom flat pack cabinets is the ability to tailor them to your specific space. Unlike standard flat pack options that come in predetermined sizes, custom flat pack cabinets can be designed to fit perfectly into any room, regardless of their shape or size. This is particularly beneficial for those with awkwardly shaped spaces, such as under-stair storage or angled ceilings. 

Flexibility in Design and Functionality

Customisation is at the heart of custom flat pack cabinets. You’re not limited to a one-size-fits-all solution; instead, you have the flexibility to design your cabinets to suit your unique preferences and functional requirements. Need extra deep drawers for kitchen storage? Do you prefer open shelving over closed cabinets? Custom flat pack cabinets allow you to make those choices.

A Wide Range of Materials and Finishes

Custom flat pack cabinets offer an extensive range of materials and finishes, allowing you to achieve the exact look you desire. From high-gloss finishes for a contemporary feel to natural wood veneers for a more organic, earthy look, the options are virtually limitless. This variety ensures that your custom flat pack cabinets not only meet your functional needs but also enhance the overall aesthetic of your space. 

Fast Turnaround Time

Unlike traditional custom cabinets that can take weeks or even months to manufacture and install, custom flat pack cabinets offer a much faster turnaround time. Since they are pre-manufactured and then customised to your specifications, the production and delivery process is significantly shorter. This makes them an ideal choice for those on tight timelines, whether you’re completing a renovation project or outfitting a new build.

Custom flat pack cabinets are an excellent option for anyone looking to combine affordability, convenience, and customisation in their home design. Offering the flexibility to tailor your cabinets to fit your space and style, these cabinets provide a practical and stylish solution for kitchens, bathrooms, and beyond. With benefits like easy assembly, fast turnaround times, and eco-friendly options, custom flat pack cabinets are redefining the way homeowners approach their renovation and design projects. 

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Saturday/Sunday

This weekend we are bikepacking for the first time in many years (Salt Point in 2021 I believe was the last time). We wanted to camp in Big Basin, but ultimately ended up at New Brighton again.

We got our gear packed up the night prior, and decided that I would ride black bike (for the wider tires and the front rack), and Nate would ride Mog.

Saturday: The weather was damp and cold in the morning when we started the ride around 7:30. Nate had a slow leak on his rear tire as we were going up Skyline right outside of the city, but fortunately we were able to continue on after he jammed a Dynaplug in there and hand-pumped it to a reasonable pressure.

The ride up to water tower (what is this thing?? for years I've been referring to it as a water tower but I don't think it is one) was hard, but the descent was harder. I hate that hill. Riding through Pacifica was quiet and cold and straightforward. Then we got to the part where there's a Taco Bell Cantina and the road goes into the woods and to the tunnel? And it said *Road Closed* but we asked the Caltrans employees if we could go through and they said, there's a fatal accident up ahead with lots of emergency vehicles and cranes, but you can probably go through. So we did this and wow I've never biked this section with no cars so it was a little bit of a luxury. Then we got through the tunnel and started seeing all the emergency vehicles and I refused to look directly at that area because it was tragic and scary. Nate said there was a car stuck in the cliff that the crane was gonna pull out. Anyway that was a dark moment of the ride.

A bittersweet stroke of luck

We then stopped at Montara Lighthouse, which is now a hostel. Didn't get a lighthouse stamp, but got a photo of the lighthouse which was cool.

The slope from the 1 down to this hostel was steep. I walked down and biked up.

Next we stopped in Half Moon Bay for bike shop and a breakfast/snack. First we went to Straight Wheel Cycling, where Nate refilled his rear tire sealant and bought some ride snacks (bonk breakers!). Then we went off in search of some coffee and pastries. I was grieving the loss of the Dunkin Donuts which I used to hit up every time I was in HMB (honestly, it was my sole reason to ever stop in HMB), but we got some unfresh pastries at Moonside and continued riding.

Hand pump air refill right before HMB; then SWC.

Our next stop was Pescadero (for bread), but before that, we encountered three small challenging hills. The first one was right after Tunitas Creek Road, where a small group of cyclists led by a long silver-ponytailed asian man (henceforth known as "the sensei") were passed by Nate. I passed 3 of the 4 riders (I never passed the sensei until he stopped to wait for his group). On the second hill, which came after a long descent that I took my sweet time on, I was passed momentarily by one of the riders in the sensei group, whom I then had to pass when he ran out of steam 1 ft into the climb, but then I was passed by the sensei, and all of us were passed by this time-trial bicyclist who was zooming. Nate was far ahead and could never be caught by the sensei. The last hill I don't remember anymore why it was challenging, but nobody passed me. Good riddance! I was grinding, though. The 46x17 on black bike is harder than my usual 47x19 spin on gangster.

Anyway, we finally got to bread, which I was surprisingly underwhelmed by. A billion other cyclists were there; fortunately we staggered our departures and kept going and never crossed paths. Next we stopped at Pigeon Point Lighthouse, which was only 5 miles away. I got my stamp and read a little bit about the lighthouse (1st order Fresnel lens) and we continued on.

Currently under renovation for the next two years, after which visitors can go to the top via neverending stairs!

I remembered this last stretch from Pigeon Point to Santa Cruz to be extremely boring and neverending, and I was correct. There were a few rolling hills that took a small amount of effort, but nothing to dread or fear. It was mostly the boredom that I dreaded. We also had a decent tailwind, which really helped.

Here you can see the weather starting to change from cool and gray to warm and sunny. I enjoyed the cool weather, but the sun was a nice change!

Finally we got to Santa Cruz and I insisted on going to the UCSC Arboretum. In order to get there, I had to climb up a 10% hill, which I physically could not do, and had to walk my bike. The rest of the route was a little hilly but I pushed through the pain. Oh I should also mention that my sitbones were in great agony at this point due to the weird shape of this saddle. Anyway I was very glad to get off my bike and walk around once we got to the Arboretum.

Recently I learned that the font of highway signs is called Highway Gothic.

After about an hour of me exclaiming loudly about how much I loved the Banksia in their collection, we left and continued biking to New Brighton State Beach. The ride was kinda interesting actually! We rode through a non-tourism/boardwalk part of Santa Cruz, where there were a lot of [thrift] shops, movie theatres, stores, restaurants, and other everyday city things, which I greatly enjoyed seeing. Then we biked on Capitola Ave where we admired the residential landscaping, and finally we arrived at Capitola Village which was tourism as usual, and then the campsite. After unpacking, we ate dinner at Margaritaville (same as last time in 2020) and then retired early at campsite.

Made it, with lots of daylight to spare / Next morning

Sunday: Got up and packed up around 8? The morning was once again damp with slight drizzle. We biked to Ugly Mug coffeehouse, where the proprietor noticed I was riding fixed and told me about a fixed gear team that does AIDS LifeCycle. Their coffee cake tasted weird (Nate said kelp).

From there on we rode up Soquel San Jose Road which was 11 miles of climbing, but after that, no more climbing! We switched bikes for about a mile during the climb, which was a great relief to me. I was grinding very slowly up the endless uphill curves. I hate when ascents are curvy and you can't see the crest. I like to be able to see the end.

Up and up and up

Then we reached the descent, where I went very slowly and never used my foot brake. Then we reached Lexington Reservoir, which I HATE! Because gravel is scary to me and I hate it. I keep imagining my tire slipping off a rock that moves causes me and my whole bike to just tip over. This would obviously not happen because I am not stationary, balancing on the corner of a rock. But I am still scared.

Anyway, the gravel also sucked because I felt every single god damn pebble thanks to this saddle that literally I later found out left me with blisters. BLISTERS!

Finally we got to Los Gatos and had lunch at LUNA Mexican Kitchen in Campbell, then rode to SJ Diridon station and went home. It was a little underwhelming but I was fucking tired so I did not care to be whelmed.

Billy Jones Wildcat Railroad in Vasona Lake County park; Del Monte water tower

Right next to the Caltrain: people playing basketball blasting Linkin Park; us stopping for snacks before getting on the train.

Also in checking my personal bests on Strava apparently I did not use Strava the last time I did this ride because I only see a record of the time I rode with Conrad. Anyway who cares I'm slow it's fine.

Strava there and back

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In love with this renovated 1715 canal house in Amsterdam, submitted by Ingek73. It has 12bds. plus  2 baths, 6 showers and 5 toilets.  €5,9M /  $6.382M

Beautiful entrance hall. The first floor can be reached through the basement. The entrance has a beautiful Calacatta marble floor with underfloor heating.

The living room is located at the rear, equipped with a cozy fireplace and has 2 pairs of patio doors to the backyard.

Look at that stunning staircase.

Dining room.

The third floor, also accessible by elevator and stairs, has a spacious living room at the front.

Isn’t this dreamy? It’s a studio apt. with a kitchenette.

Cute loft space.

One of the other bds. and baths.

Access by elevator or stairs to the first floor where 2 spacious rooms are located, equipped with atmospheric gas fireplaces,

Beautiful bathroom with double showers and gas fireplaces.

The second floor is currently being used as a spacious home gym, but again consists of 2 spacious rooms with a bathroom.

Entrance to a bonus space from the garden.

They deepened the basement floor and it can be used for an office or extra bedrooms. 

Beautifully landscaped backyard with luxurious garden house. The garden house is completely insulated, heated and supplied with water.

Lush green gardens.

One of the boats on the canal.

https://www.funda.nl/koop/amsterdam/huis-42116842-prinsengracht-685/

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Upgrade Your Home Experience with Spire Elevators

When it comes to improving the functionality and aesthetic appeal of your home, one innovation stands out: the hydraulic home elevator. More than just a mode of standing conveyance, these elevators blend seamlessly into the design of modern homes, offering convenience, safety, and a touch of luxury. Spire Elevators, a leader in elevator solutions, brings this technology to your doorstep, revolutionizing the way you move within your home.

The Hydraulic Advantage

Hydraulic passenger elevator are renowned for their smooth, quiet operation. Unlike traditional elevators that use cables and counterweights, hydraulic elevators utilize a fluid-driven piston to move the cabin. This design not only reduces noise but also increases reliability and safety, making it an ideal choice for residential settings.

Imagine arriving home after a long day, stepping into your personal hydraulic home lift, and gliding effortlessly to your living room or bedroom. With Spire Elevators, this convenience is no longer a dream but a reality.

Why Choose a Hydraulic Elevator for Your Home?

The decision to install a hydraulic elevator for home use is driven by several compelling benefits:

Space Efficiency: Hydraulic elevators require less space compared to traditional ones. They don't need a separate machine room, allowing for more flexible installation in various architectural designs.

Cost-Effective: The installation and maintenance costs of hydraulic home elevators are generally lower than those of other types. The simpler mechanics and fewer moving parts mean less wear and tear, translating to lower long-term expenses.

Safety and Reliability: Hydraulic systems are designed with built-in safety features such as emergency lowering and automatic leveling. In case of a power outage, the elevator can safely return to the nearest floor, ensuring peace of mind for users.

Customization: Spire Elevators offers a range of customizable options to match the interior décor of your home. From sleek, modern designs to more classic looks, you can choose the perfect style to complement your living space.

A Seamless Integration

One of the most significant advantages of hydraulic home lifts is their ability to integrate seamlessly into your home’s design. Whether you're renovating an existing space or building a new home, Spire Elevators can tailor the installation to meet your specific needs. The compact design and flexibility mean that these elevators can be installed in tight spaces without compromising on performance or aesthetics.

Enhancing Mobility and Accessibility

For those with mobility challenges, a hydraulic lift for home use is more than a convenience—it's a necessity. Spire Elevators’ solutions enhance accessibility, ensuring that every part of your home is within easy reach. This is especially important in multi-story homes where stairs can pose a significant barrier.

Environmental Considerations

Hydraulic home elevator are also an environmentally friendly choice. Modern hydraulic systems use biodegradable oils and require less power to operate compared to traditional elevators. This means you can enjoy the benefits of enhanced mobility without worrying about your carbon footprint.

The Future of Home Elevators

As urban living spaces become more vertical and homeowners seek to maximize the utility and luxury of their homes, the demand for residential elevators continues to rise. Spire Elevators stays ahead of the curve by offering state-of-the-art hydraulic home lifts that blend cutting-edge technology with user-centric design.

In conclusion, a hydraulic passenger elevator from Spire Elevators is not just a practical addition to your home but a transformative one. It brings together space efficiency, cost-effectiveness, safety, and customization in a way that few other home improvements can. Elevate your home experience with Spire Elevators and discover the difference that innovation and quality can make.