#attached gym to master bedroom

[iamcharlieg]

Traditional Home Gym Seattle An illustration of a small traditional carpeted home yoga studio with beige walls and a beige floor.

[mazikeenhyde]

Oh Baby, Pain is Pleasure - Part 3

POLY JUDGMENT DAY X READER (WRESTLER) 

Y/W/N – Your Wrestling Name 

Y/W/N/F – Your Wrestling Name Finisher

WARNING – THESE WARNINGS COVER ALL PARTS OF THIS FICTION- THEY MAY NOT BE SPECIFIC TO THIS PARTICULAR PART!- 

SMUT,  GIRL X GIRL, MAN X MAN, POLY RELATIONSHIPS/SEXUAL, BDSM, BLOOD, SPANKING, VIOLENT REFRENCES, INJURY, ABUSE (CONSENTUAL) CHEATING, STALKERS/ STALKING

I’m going to apologize to you all now, and prewarn you in advance, this is an absolute rollercoaster of a storyline! Shits about to get REAL messy! 

TAG LIST - @babybatlover

Oh Baby…Pain is Pleasure – Part 3

Late afternoon had seen the sun burn the remainder of the clouds from the sky, leaving a beautiful blue horizon view from across the backyard. Flocks of birds gathered as they headed over the break line, waving in and out of the smoke coming from our BBQ pit. 

I sat, gently rocking my feet back and forth on the chair egg swing we had attached to one of the older grand oak trees in our yard. It was all I had wanted when we moved in, somewhere calm and content where I could just exist. Enjoy my time, enjoy my life, and admire the world around me. Ponder life’s big questions… 

‘LOCKER WITNESSES’ 

I re read that message repeatedly in my mind, who was it from? witnessed what? 

I had deleted the other text from my phone, I wasn’t going down that road. 

The sounds of two men’s deep voices bought me back, looking over to my lovers I could see Finn & Damien adorned in their matching ‘TOP CHEF’ aprons and cooking utensils with a beer in hand, either chatting away or debating about how best to cook the chicken. 

Whilst further down on the sun loungers, Rhea had stripped down to one of her thin black bikinis with the metal skull clip fastenings, she was catching the last of the sunrays to her already perfect Sunkissed skin.  Christ, how did I get so lucky as to be a part of this incredible love…. Pentagon? It’s a five-way love triangle, let’s leave it at that.

When we had been initially searching for a house to buy, one to really call home that is; we had all had something in mind we desperately wanted as a feature. We knew it needed to be a big house, one with a master bedroom where we could assemble out two King size beds that had been custom made to attach in the middle, I cannot begin to tell you how comfortable and comforting it is being held close and safe by the four people you love more than anything in the world. 

The guilt though…

Still, obviously Rhea & Finn were dead set on having a large garage/ open internal space to set up the home gym. Of course, whilst on the road we still used a lot of public gyms and one-off hotel workout rooms here and there, but when we are at home, in each other’s company, away from the world, the fans, all that attention. It is so lovely knowing we don’t have to leave our little safe haven.

Damian had specifically made it clear he wanted a huge kitchen, open planned that backed into a dinning area. When we moved in, he had taken the time to build up a barista style coffee corner and a breakfast station on the central island. Then with Finn’s help, they worked on a D.I.Y project together to design and create a full bar set up next to the table and chairs where we ate. They had eventually given in and allowed Dom to help with the painting of the bar, because he wanted to be a ‘DIY Man’ too. 

The boys always referred to it as the lad’s corner, a custom-built wooden bar that was painted a deep tranquil green and black with illuminated LED letters on the wall; ‘ALL RISE, ALL DRINK’.   That however did not stop Rhea and I from emptying some of those back bar bottles on one of many messy nights! For some reason, whenever Rhea breaks out the Tequila, we always end up playing strip twister… Odd. 

Dominick, of course… wanted a gaming room. Not just any gaming room mind you, a ‘Mens” gaming room. 

*Sigh* 

Problem is he is just so adorable at times, and we all give in, he had been granted his request of course! Although Priest put his foot down when Dom had asked for an indoor arcade style basketball hoop game, he was allowed a hoop outside but that was it. We had all seen enough broken windows during the season when Finn had tried to teach Damien and Dominick how to play golf. 

It still makes me laugh when the boys talk about how they would feel guilty that they were off spending time together, while Rhea and I would miss out? Ha. Little did they know when they buggered off to do ‘man’s stuff’ we girls would high tail it upstairs to the family bathroom and strip off into the bathtub for some… girl’s time. *Wink Wink* 

I remember one morning; Rhea and I were standing in the arched doorway at the crack of dawn waving the boys off as they set out on an early start to play a full days Golf. Leaning into her chest I rubbed the sleepiness from my eyes as she bent her head down and nuzzled her lips into the crook of my neck. 

“I tell you now Y/N, I would rather run the risk of drowning when we get in that bathtub, and I bury my face deep in your pussy… then stand in a damp field hitting a stick at a ball.” Her teeth nipped at the skin of my ear lobe and my entire body melted at her touch. 

Christ the things that woman does to me. 

A loud crash had bought me back to reality, Dom had been trying to carry a tray of drinks out to the garden for us all but had tripped over some excess weigh plates we had left outside, sending the poor lad flying arse over tit. 

“Shit! God damn it, ow fuck!” Dom pulled himself up to his knees, swiping the drinks tray away in frustration before noticing blood trickling down his arm from the glasses that he had smashed across the decking. He was quick to freeze, unable to process what to do next or how to stand up safely. 

Rhea was quick to make her way over to him from the sun lounger, followed by Damian who handed Finn his spatula and beer before rushing over to help the poor lad. 

I know, I know I should have been focused on the fact that the boy I loved so much needed some help, some TLC, compassion, and support… 

But I am only human. 

And Rhea Bloody Ripley…. 

Running….

In a mini black laced bikini…

Slightly wet from the heat of the sun touching her skin, God how she glistened. How she got my motor running and…

Finn had noticed my distraction and whistled loudly, gathering my attention. 

“Aye! Lass, enough of that! Go... Take a lap!” He gestured, pointing to the end of the field in our garden. The yard stretched about 1/4 of a mile down and was cut off by the woodland. One of my favorite things about this house was the nature that came with it. It all felt so…natural and back down to earth compared to the chaos and mayhem at WWE. 

Pointing his BBQ tongs and Damian’s spatula at me, Finn raised his eyebrow. 

“No distractions, ya hear!” 

I tried not to laugh at his remark, turning my face away to hide my snicker and rolling my eyes. I was still wearing my gym gear from before; except I had nabbed one of Dominick’s merch shirts on the way to the garden from the drying rack, I was self-conscious about my stomach, and I liked to hide my body where I could. 

“Did you just roll your eyes at me?!” Finn sternly questioned me as he put the utensils down. 

At this point Rhea was taking Dom inside through the double doors, whilst Damian stood back up and turned in my direction. 

Fuck… they are hot when they get all dominant. 

“Mi Vida, did you roll your eyes?” Damian’s words were colder, flat, and prominent. I could tell he was almost looking for a reason to get me upstairs into the bedroom. Christ I was half tempted to give him a solid reason. 

Put me across your lap Papa Priest, let me feel the strength between your thighs and lay it into me Goddamn it! 

The devil on my shoulder sang its heart out at the idea, but I remembered earlier when Finn has spun the actions back against me. Leaving me alone and sexually frustrated I thought better of the situation. 

“Me? I would never…” I said quite obnoxious/sarcastically and smiled that cheeky brat look at them before hopping up off the tree swing. I could see Damian trying not to break or give in… but a slight smirk crept into the corner of his lips.  

“I’m going to take a lap!” I stated and grinned before making a run for it, heading down and out of sight from the lads. I had a much better plan in mind to deal with my frustrations when I got in the shower later anyway. 

I was out of breath by the time I got back towards our street, less than a ¼ mile to go! I had decided to go for a proper run to clear my mind. A good few miles should do the trick, that’s what Rhea always said! With my headphones in and a decent playlist on, nothing was going to stop me! 

One foot after another I pressed on, sweat dripping down my neck I desperately tried to Shake off all that nervous energy I had built up now that WrestleMania was less than 2 weeks away. I had been on edge at times, and it showed when I trained in the ring with Rhea and Dom. Running back-to-back moves, counters, pins, and submissions, it was like every time I thought I had learnt it someone would come along and wipe my slate clean, and I knew nothing again. 

Maybe I wasn’t ready to be a champion? 

Maybe I was out of my depth? 

Rhea should be in this match not me. 

Me? Y/W/N? Was I really cut out to be a champion? 

I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket as I continued running. I tried looking at my smart watch as I ran, though it was tricky to focus on a smaller screen. 

I could see a couple messages from Finn stating the food was ready, one from Damian also telling me the food was ready, one from Dom telling me he was going to eat my hot dog if I didn’t hurry up and one from Rhea telling me she wasn’t going to let Dom touch my food. 

Honestly this lot, I love them so much. 

Turning into our street I could see our house gate entrance just up the hill, with a little spring in my step I pushed on feeling like I was picking up speed. I felt energized, I felt incredible, maybe I could do this after all! 

With the gate just in reach and the sweet smokey smell of the BBQ lingering in the air I put my head down to push those least few feet… 

But within a split second I felt something behind me. 

The music cut out as my headphones were launched to the floor and my arms locked in tight by a strength I hadn’t ever had to match. Kicking my legs out I felt them rise off the floor and before I could even fathom the mental capacity to make a sound the feeling of sticky back plastic tape suckered its way in across my lips. My eyes pooled up as the bag went over my head and my vision became darkness. A hard and cold metal floor was met with my body weight as I was hurled inside, my heart beating out of my chest the fear became all too real as I felt the ground under move away at speed. 

A hot breath came down my neck, raising every last hair on my skin to react. The voice was muffled, as if speaking through a mask. 

“You did this Y/N…” 

“You did this… and now you cannot handle the monster you created.” 

The silence in between each word was deafening, but it was the next voice that bought the fear of God into my soul. 

“ Told you I’d find you...miss me?” 

TO BE CONTINUED

[milkteabinniechan]

♡don't go insane♡

Bf Binnie x !subby female reader

Summary: You just want to be a good pup for your boyfriend, Changbin. And he loves spoiling you.

Contains: pet play, collars, praise kink, puppy play, fucked out expressions, creampie, aftercare implied!

"Binnie.." you squeaked. "You look so good." You sat on the bed watching him, propped on your knees, hands in your lap, waiting.

His hair was shaggy now. Growing out and fall all over his perfect face. He'd pull it back every once and a while. He'd let out a frustrated gruff whenever the hair tie would snap or pull. He looked so fucking good with long hair. Especially when he had just gotten home from the gym.

You had been waiting for your boyfriend to get home from his daily workout. He was standing in the doorway of your bedroom, one arm resting on the door frame.

"Phew, that was some good reps today," Binnie wiped his brow. "I'm sweating so much." He peeled off his black tshirt and threw it on the floor. Next, the pull of the drawstring of his sweatpants. You noticed his path towards the bathroom and jerked yourself forward. "Wait!" You chimed. "Don't shower yet... Come here first." Your index finger gesturing him closer to you.

Changbin laughed softly as he made his way over to you. His skin still glistening from his intense workout. He looked delicious. You wanted to lap up every inch of him. You could feel your skin growing hot as he made his way over to the bed. His eyes scanning you, devouring you.

"look at you, bunny..." Binnie purred. He bit his lip. You smiled. Eyes wide and eager for praise. All you wanted was his hands on your skin. Grazing against your body, making you shake. You knew he could see it.

"Binnie, please..." Your eyes motioned over to the nightstand by your bed. "Tonight? Can we...?" Your eyes were pleading with him now. The corners of his mouth turned up. He loved when you got like this. So needy. So desperate. It made him so fucking hard.

"well, that all depends bunny," his eyes darkened. "Have you been good?" His eyebrow arched. His hand now on your chin, propping your face up to his. You were giving him your best puppy dog face. You nodded your head in response. He licked his lips. God you looked incredible like this.

Changbin reached for the nightstand drawer to reveal a pink dog collar adorned with the studded word bunny on the front. The inside of the collar was lined with a soft cotton material, with a large metal clasp on the back.

You squeezed your thighs together at the sight of him unhooking the back of your collar. You bent your head down slightly as you had done many times before. Binnie placed the collar around your throat, soft lining caressing your sensitive skin.

He attached a long, pink leash to the collar , you watched with wide eyes. Thanking him with each lick of your lips. And he could see you waiting for the next command. He grabbed your face roughly. "Look at me" he said under his breath.

You nodded your head in perfect submission for him. His thumb grazing your bottom lip then prying your mouth open. You splayed your tongue out and closed your eyes as you felt his thumb now stroking and grabbing. Your tongue involuntarily squirmed at the sensation as pools of saliva began to cover Binnie's fingers.

With his other hand, he twisted and wrapped the leash around his fist. Tightening his grip and bringing you closer to his chest. "Mm.." you moaned, mouth now full of his strong fingers.

"You're doing so well, bunny. So patient for me. Waiting all day for your Master to come home. You deserve a treat." Binnie's smile was ravenous now. His eyes watching your tongue swirl and flick around his fingers.

"Lay back, baby..." Binnie whispered in your ear. You complied and slowly leaned back onto the bed, propping yourself up slightly on your elbows. You didn't want to look away. You wanted to keep looking at him. He followed you and climbed onto the mattress, resting on his knees, lifting himself momentarily to slide off his briefs to reveal how badly he wanted you. He was so thick. The shaft itself being too much for your mouth to take, let alone your cunt. Every time he entered you, he filled you. Your walls drenched at the sight of him, but your legs slightly trembling.

The tip already glistening with precum. Binnie began to stroke the full length of his cock. Veins pulsating just for you. He leaned forward and lightly smacked your inner thigh. You had come to learn that that meant "spread your legs". When Binnie went nonverbal, you knew he was going to give you exactly what you needed. When he went nonverbal, your cunt would squeeze and release in anticipation.

You lifted you're legs up in submission. Ready to be filled. All your holes filled. Your knees pressed against your chest. Binnie's free hand now tightening his grip once again around your leash.

"Binnie please... I've been so good." You pleaded. Hair falling in his face. He was determined. He yanked the leash lovingly and slammed his mouth into yours. The timing was sinful. The moment your lips pressed into his, his cock was sliding inside of you. The stretch unmistakable.

"Mmm... Innie...." You moaned into his open mouth. Your upper body being held up by the collar and leash, your thighs hugging around his thrusting hips. He always filled you completely at first, letting your dripping cunt adjust to his girth. He always loved to hold himself there for a few moments. To feel the pulsating walls of your core surrounding him.

Changbin grabbed the leash harder, bringing you even closer to his body. His other hand squeezing your thigh, nails digging into your plush skin. His tongue continuing little flicks and laps into your mouth that was just hanging open now. Your brain quickly becoming fuzzy to the rhythm of Binnie's cock slamming into your sweet cunt.

He loved this fucked out look on you. It just made him increase his speed. He couldn't help himself. He was someone different now. The sight of you with this collar on, your tongue slipping in and out of your mouth, he was a feral animal now. You were the only one that could bring this out of him. You were the only one he wanted to fill like this.

"m'gonna cum" you whimpered. Binnie grabbed both your legs and covered your body with his. He was deep now. So deep that the tip of his cock would sweetly kiss the spongey parts that made your climax inch closer and closer. With a hand on either side of your head, Binnie watched you reach your release. His own close behind. You grab his hair, handful of it's long, shaggy length. The pull making him finish inside of you. Painting your walls. So full. So goddamn full.

"God you're so beautiful, bunny." He whispered with a kiss.

[jaegeraether]

Sunsets and footballers (Part 57)

Alexia Putellas x Character (17)

Masterlist (other parts here)

((** Mentions of Lucy and YFN | 4.1K **))

Alexia POV

Alexia’s heart dropped as the door clicked shut. Her emotions boiled over and she let the tears slide down her cheeks. The past few weeks since her injury she felt lonely, weak, cut-off. She did do some of that herself, truthfully. She’d cut herself off from the team to not lay her burden on them. And now it seemed that on top of that, nearly a year of desperately pining over Ridley, she’d also walked away.

Alexia was strong, though. She wiped the tears away. She was used to be alone.

She bent down to do what she always did when upset, put her headphones on and listen to music and then; she explored.

The next hour or so she let herself wander through the penthouse, her mind putting even more pieces of the puzzle together that was Ridley. Neat. Modern. Exceptionally maintained. Obviously created by a very, very good architect and she imagined that Ridley would have been very close to the project in it’s entirety.

Downstairs was the kitchen, the vast living area, laundry, three large bedrooms with ensuites and a sunken theatre room at the far end which was soundproofed. She shook her head at the enormity of it all. She’d stayed in some nice places over the years, but this was something else. She took her time, her hand gliding across surfaces as if they’d speak to her.

She walked outside to the balcony which ran the length of the penthouse, with an outdoor lounge, barbecue area, and a spa attached to a lap pool that beckoned her. She bent down and swiped her hand through. Warm enough to swim and still workout. She’d be coming back to that later.

She moved towards the indoor stairs, that spiralled upwards, her fingers gliding along the perfectly polished wood of the handrail. Upstairs she turned right where there was only one room. Double doors opened to the master bedroom and Alexia hesitated on the doorstep, feeling like she was overstepping. She leant forwards, seeing the large double bed pressed up against the wall, its bedding all different shades of black. She pondered at the bedframe and her thoughts went to Javier’s and his private rooms upstairs where the beds were made for bondage and such. She couldn’t see very well from where she stood, though she did wonder if it had the ability to do just that. Knowing Ridley, the answer was yes. Of course it could. Her mind shifted to how many people had been in that room being pleasured by her. Being adored by her. Being fucke-

Alexia caught herself and her jealousy. No, she wouldn’t let herself go down that path. She turned to the right which was an open bathroom, the bath and a little bit of the shower on display. Two shower heads. Did she used to date someone? Is that why-

No! She scolded herself. Stop. Alexia, stop.

She pulled the bedroom doors closed and made her way to the rooms on the other side of the staircase. One was a gym, a large area with an array of different work out equipment and a large mat in the middle that she assumed was for martial arts. She wondered if she could use it for her rehab with the physio Lucy had suggested. And then her mind shifted to wondering if Ridley would teach her some self-defence there…

There was a library and work office together in one room, separated by a large archway without a door. Somewhere she could zoom into Jonatan or the Barca physios if she needed. One wall was purely glass ensuring it was hit with the perfect amount of sunlight and it had a door leading out to another balcony which ran down to the master bedroom.

Past those two rooms and at the end of the hallway was a dark door which she opened to a pitch black room. Her hand felt around for the light switch and felt the familiar feel of soundproofing. As she flicked the lights on, she realised it was a music studio. Ridley and her love of music. Alexia had never attempted to learn an instrument before, always too busy with her other hobbies. Saying that, she loved music. It was her life, it lifted her when she was sad, calmed her when frustrated and even prepped her for games. She couldn’t live without it.

She felt the guitars and wondered which was her favourite, or if perhaps it was the piano sitting alone. The studio was set up well with a sound booth as if to properly record music and she wondered if she had. She went back out to the control room outside the sound booth and looked through the music on the shelves. There were vinyls, she smiled at the CD’s – how millennial of her – and then sat down at the desk in front of the Mac.

Although Ridley had said she was welcome to anything and everything, she did feel a little like she was intruding. Regardless, she made her decision and clicked on the touchpad. The screen lit up. There was no password, surprisingly, it just went straight to the desktop. Alexia searched around hesitantly, hoping to find some music, any music. At least that’s what she tried to convince herself. Really, she knew what she was looking for. And… she found it. A whole file of it. Ridley’s music.

She hesitated again, her mouse icon hovering over the first file. She connected her headphones to the computer and clicked on that first file. And then there it was, the sound of an acoustic guitar softly being played. She closed her eyes and leant back into the chair, listening to the gentle way Ridley was playing the instrument, as if expressing her emotions from the deepest part of her. Alexia could feel her mind calming, her body relaxing and then… her voice. Like she’d never heard it before. She’d heard her playing loudly for crowds at Javier’s with a band. She’d heard her do covers. But she’d never heard her like this. Vulnerable. Passionate. Almost whispering. Her voice husky with emotion. She sung in Spanish and again, Alexia found herself crying and feeling everything Ridley was at the time she’d recorded it. Oh, Ridley. Was music her only escape?

The song ended and Alexia was a mess, sitting in the darkened room, her eyes red and puffy from the tears she’d allowed to escape. Or rather, the tears that Ridley’s voice had drawn from her. She moved her mouse icon to the second file and went to click when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

Alexia yelped and jumped in her seat, getting the shock of her life. Ridley?

She spun to an older man looking guilty. He spoke, but she couldn’t hear. She pulled her headphones down and stood.

“I’m so sorry,” he apologised in Catalan.

“You….you’re…” she hastily wiped her tears away.

“I’m one of the housekeepers, Benjami. Lovely to meet you, la Reina.”

“Alexia, please. Lovely to meet you.” They shared a Spanish hello as another man entered the room.

“Alexia, this is my husband, Richard.”

“Hello, ma’am.” He responded in slightly less comfortable Catalan as he smiled.

They were adorable. Ridley had mentioned they were a couple, but not a gay one.

“You’re both Catalonian?”

Benjami shook his head. “No, I am, however Richard is English.”

That explained Richard’s limited Catalan.

“He move here for I,” Richard explained.

“Oh…” She didn’t know what to say. She felt like she’d just been caught, and that she had too many questions to ask. “Where did you meet Ridley?”

“In Barcelona,” Benjami explained. “My sister and her husband are housekeepers of her home in the city. Richard and I lived there for a long time, and decided it was now fair to spend time in his home too. Ridley offered us this job a few years ago and it’s the best thing that’s happened to us.”

Ridley… how on earth did she think she was ‘not good’? She was the definition of good.

“I’m so sorry for interrupting you. I didn’t see your headphones.”

“No, it’s okay. It’s my fault. Thank you for both speaking Catalan. I miss speaking it…”

“Ridley said you would prefer that.” Benjami smiled.

“Her Catalan is very better than me,” Richard admitted.

“We can speak Spanish or English if you prefer?” She offered.

“No, I want a practice! I am happy for Catalan, thank you!”

“Also I didn’t know which room to put your suitcase in,” Benjami admitted.

“Oh, that’s okay.” She said, smiling thankfully at the older gentleman. “I haven’t chosen yet.”

“I suggest the far one on the left, it gets the best morning light.”

“Okay then, sounds perfect.”

“Would you like dinner?” Benjami asked. “Ridley suggested classic Catalonian for you tonight as you’re already too out of your normality of Barcelona. I know how that feels.”

Ridley was looking after her even when she wasn’t there. “That would be lovely, thanks.”

“Perfect! It’ll take a while as you know, so you have a few hours to keep exploring. It is quite large! We’ll leave you to it.”

They left then and Alexia was stood, not knowing what to do but suddenly grateful she had company. She left the music and went to pick out a bedroom.

Alexia’s suitcase was in the corner bedroom when she got downstairs. She unpacked, even though she didn’t know how long she was staying for, and the first thing she did was use that gym. She pushed herself for a good 45 minutes, feeling guilty that she wasn’t training everyday like the others. Her knee was painful, but she pushed through it, doing her weights and telling herself it was all in her head.

She was warming down on the treadmill when her knee went and she yelped in pain, hopping off and falling to the ground, clutching at her knee. Her mind immediately went to panic. Had she done her meniscus? Her ACL?

She knew it was neither, though she couldn’t stop those being her first thoughts. The pain went away gradually and she sat up, stretching it and massaging it out. Her workout was done.

She limped her way back down to the bottom floor and didn’t bother to change before falling into the pool. That sweet relief. She was a water baby, being Spanish, and felt the immediate ease of tension that was weight on her knee.

Swimming had always been a nice reprieve for her. One of her favourite types of rehabilitation for her knee. She swam a few slow laps before getting out and showering for dinner.

She shared dinner with the older couple who had made several typical Catalonian dishes done very, very well. They chatted, laughed, spoke of home and helped Richard with his pronunciations. They spoke of Benjami picking her up the next day to go to Lucy and Blau’s, organising a time. She said she didn’t know how long she’d be there, but it wasn’t an issue for him. He always found things to do.

Although they insisted she didn’t, she helped them clean up and made sure they took some food home with them as they left.

Alexia settled into bed, full and warm besides the icepack Richard had wrapped up for her knee. She stared at the ceiling wondering again why the fuck she was in London. It was so unlike her, and although Ridley wasn’t there, she seemed to still be taking care of her from afar.

Her protectiveness. Her resilience. Her strength… her voice… her whole aura. The way she protected Blau. The way she truly saw her. Brought them a surprise. Cared for Chiquito. Loved her music.

The way she’d gripped her neck that night, and she hadn’t wanted it to stop.

Alexia’s breathing became ragged as her hands found her neck where she’d been holding and drifted down to tease her nipples through her shirt.

The way she looked at her.

Her fingers trailed down her abdomen and one slipped under her shirt, feeling across the skin of her body while the other drifted lower.

The way she’d leant over her at lunch, her arm and leg warm against her own.

Although they were her own fingers, she still drew in a sharp breath as they slipped through her wet folds which betrayed just how much she liked the Australian.

The way she’d brushed up against her in the plane and asked if she were going to behave.

“Good girl.”

Alexia’s fingers circled her clit with purpose, drawing that legless feeling out of her, and whimpering at the sensations.

The way she’d guided her through fucking another woman, her body against her back as she ate her out. As Ridley had lined their fingers up and pushed them inside of the women together.

Alexia pushed two fingers inside of herself, moaning at the feel and wishing they were Ridley’s. She’d know exactly what she wanted. Her spare hand moved to the other nipple, flicking it. Exciting it. Pinching it.

She thrusted into herself a few times, enjoying the feel of her body mindlessly clenching and unclenching as she pulled her wetness up to her clit and covered it, rubbing herself mindlessly. Needlessly.

The way she’d slipped her hand down and touched her, expertly fucking her as she tasted another. Ridley’s way of keeping that distance between them. She’d touched her like she knew her body better than herself. She’d never entered her, just expertly teased her clit and drawn that ecstasy out of her like it was easy. It was never easy for Alexia, but right now, and with Ridley, it was.

Her spare hand moved up to her throat and choked herself as Ridley had, her back arching off of the bed as she rubbed her bundle of nerves to the point of no return.

Ridley. She’d made her come in just a few minutes, her front pressed warmly against her back; her breath tickling her ear as she murmured encouragement while she came.

She was unable to stay silent as she moaned, whimpered, gasped her name again and again. Ridley. Ridley. Ridley. With her back arched tighter than a bowstring, Alexia came to her memories of the smell of her, the feel of her, the heart of her. And she heard herself let out a pained cry of ecstasy as her body locked up and spasmed.

Ridley’s POV

Ridley hadn’t slept. How could she? She’d suggested Alexia come to London and then left her to be alone. She could offer everything, make sure everyone was checking up on her, but it would never be enough. She didn’t realise just how much she didn’t trust herself around the footballer. Not until the plane.

She was in a meeting and grudgingly entertaining the opinions and suggestions of those around her only because they were key stakeholders, though, she had no plans to go ahead with any of them. It was her company. Her decision. Not a board. She was the majority owner. Her company which was world-wide. The one she’d created from the ground up to provide training to pilots, make recommendations of candidates for piloting positions in the militaries, passenger liners and general aviation around the globe. Her company which covered that large gap in the market and made sure people were adequately trained, resourced and prepared. There was nothing her company couldn’t do when it came to aviation. Provide flight reviews for airlines around the world. Provide appropriate type-rated pilots to fill gaps for the larger companies. Training and type-rating. Liaising with aircraft manufacturers to ensure better ease of use and functionality in the flight decks. It was growing exponentially every year, and always, people had something to say. To suggest. To beg her for. And regardless of any of that nonsense, she was zoned out thinking about Alexia Putellas.

Her lips and her hazel eyes and that hair she was so obsessed with. She could control herself most of the time, but not when it came to pushing the hair from her eyes or tucking it behind her ear.

She knew she could have her right now. She could walk into that apartment and crash their bodies together and Alexia would happily accept it. It would be the most incredible, mindblowing sex. She knew that.

She didn’t need to staying in the hotel in town. There was no reason for her to. She just wanted to provide that distance to avoid any interactions like that. Any possible slips of discipline on her part, not that it wasn’t rare to happen. There was so much good in her, so much happiness. She needed that and Alexia wouldn’t find it in her. Because the good in her, the part that deserved to be loved, died the day her family did.

“And the US navy would like another ten recommendations of…”

The voices drowned away. She knew her colleague was taking notes scrupulously as he usually did. Never missed a beat, that one.

Her body was feeling cold and empty. Nothing could fill it. She thought of calling up one of her regular London benefits but she didn’t because she knew there would be no point. It wouldn’t take the ache away. She was so mad at herself for being so weak, and yet that madness was overcome by that feeling of longing. She needed to make sure she was okay. To know how she was doing.

“I’m going to make a phone call,” she said loudly to the room.

“We’ll wait,” one said quickly, knowing she was the one with the power in the room. It was incredible how submissive powerful men became when they knew they needed her. Which was always.

“No, don’t. Keith is all over it.” She refused and flashed him a wink as she left the room.

She walked out of the conference room of the hotel and found a quiet spot in the bar area, ordering a drink. She pulled out her phone and called Blue.

“Hey Riddles!”

She always loved hearing her say that.

“Hey baby Blue, how are going with everything?”

“Checking up on me are you?”

“Don’t sound so surprised.”

“I’m not, Lucy just looked offended. I’m great, it’s difficult to do daily tasks but we’re managing. I’m more worried about Lucy’s knee as she carries me everywhere.”

“She’ll be okay.”

“How’s work?” She asked sceptically.

“Oh you know, little men begging.”

“Ah, so you’re having a fun day then.”

“Yeah…”

“What’s up, Riddles? You’re not sounding yourself.”

She took a sip of her drink that had just arrived. The waitress winked as she walked away. “I’m okay.”

“Talk to me…”

“It’s nothing, Blue. How’s Alexia?”

Blue paused, understanding immediately as she usually did. “She’s… good.”

“She’s happy?” At this point, she couldn’t even care how obvious she was being.

“I mean… yes. We’ve been having a fun day.”

The way she spoke made Ridley realise she was probably sitting right next to her, and she would be unable to walk away for privacy with her injuries.

“Doing what?”

Blue laughed. “Well we played a board game and made some lunch and right now I’m being interrogated…”

“And after lunch?”

Blue sighed, probably at her persistence. “Lucy is going to the park with Alexia and Narla to kick the ball around later on while I work. And then Alexia has a rehab session with Meg tonight.”

“Okay.”

“Would you like to co-”

“No. No, I was just checking in.”

“Hm.” She could practically hear her thoughts telling her to just message Alexia.

The thought of her sitting next to Blue and knowing she was checking up didn’t sit well with her.

There was a pause. A moment of silence. She knew Blue wanted to talk, to offer advice but she couldn’t because she was right there. And Ridley… Ridley didn’t know what to say. She was too conflicted.

She knew she should have hung up, but she didn’t.

“Is she happy…?” She asked again.

Blue sighed softly and Ridley could feel her looking at Alexia. “She’s lonely, Riddles.”

Ridley knew she was, but it still didn’t stop it hurting. And the fact that Alexia had heard her say that. Blue was trying to encourage her to get out of the hotel, to spend time with her. But she couldn’t. Her pride wouldn’t let her.

“Thanks for inviting her over,” she murmured.

“It wasn’t for you.”

“I know.”

Ridley hung up, downed her drink and went back to her meeting feeling even more terribly than she had before she’d left.

Alexia POV

The physio, Meg, was attractive. Very attractive. She and Alexia immediately fell into sync with each other and it was just so natural to flirt. She was 100% Alexia’s type, and suddenly, she was back to her dominant self.

Meg hadn’t found anything wrong with her knee, she believed it was performing well and suggested that it may be a mental barrier rather than a physical one. Alexia had also wondered about it, almost wanting to push her knee… to test it to the extreme to see if it would handle the pressure. Meg was patient though. Kind. Caring. She’d massaged her in all of the right places, and relaxed it more than it had been in a few days. The girls had been right, she was fantastic. As her fingers kneaded her upper thigh she thought back to the night before and how she’d touched herself. She quickly pushed the thought of Ridley out of her mind and instead thought back to the last time she’d had sex. She almost gasped when she realised that Ridley was the last to touch her. It had been that long. She hadn’t let anyone touch her since. Part of her wanted to stay that way… and part of her said she needed sex to try and distance herself from her emotions. Maybe that’s why she couldn’t stop thinking about her.

And so Meg flirted, and Alexia flirted right back. Shamelessly. She left the rehab session, having barely made it out without fucking her right then and there. God, she was sexy.

“I’ll see you tomorrow…” she murmured, looking to Alexia’s lips and back.

The only thing stopping Alexia was that they’d only met an hour ago.

“See you tomorrow,” she flirted, flashing her a grin that Meg trembled under.

Meg leant in so close that Alexia’s heart skipped a jump as she slid something into her jacket pocket and whispered. “Message me.”

Benjami was chatty as he drove her back to the penthouse, talking about his day with Richard. It calmed Alexia to listen to it. How could it not? Two people very much in love and excited to share their day with her. They had again planned a dinner for the three of them, having agreed to it after their fun the night before.

Richard greeted them with a far off call from the kitchen as they entered and it smelled like home. So, so good. She hung up her jacket and kicked off her shoes as if she’d been living there for years.

“Ten minutes!” Richard called.

Dinner was almost ready. It was much, much earlier than she ate in Barcelona but she didn’t mind. Benjami started towards the kitchen to help when he snapped his fingers and turned to Alexia.

“Sorry… I forgot to mention the gifts in your bedroom.”

She tilted her head in question, though he didn’t answer, just giving her a soft smile instead as he moved towards the kitchen.

Alexia made her way to her bedroom, wondering what they’d bought her, or rather what Ridley had asked them to buy her. Was it because Blau had said she was lonely on the phone that day? Alexia’s heart had dropped at the honesty of it when she’d said it and Blau had immediately given her an apologetic smile. Alexia knew it was her way of telling her friend to be better.

She entered the room, and the first thing she saw was the easel. Her eyes followed it to the blank canvases, all different styles. Pencils. Paintbrushes and paint. Her favourite hobbies. Her heart skipped a beat. Ridley.

She took the note off of the easel and read it, her hand beginning to tremble.

Your first gift is to pass the time.

Your second gift is for company.

She was confused, wondering what the second gift was. Her eyes wandered the room and fell on her bed. She took a sharp breath in as she saw his little grey body curled up, fast asleep.

It was Chiquito.

[razorfst]

Mafia Verse - Andrei Lupei's US Mansion:

Andrei bought the mansion several months after he arrived into the United States. It was a search that took some time, he wanted to find somewhere that gave him enough space from the city without being too far but just enough to give him peace. A place to escape. His home here is only known to those in his family, to those he trusts. No one outside knows it exists and if they do? Well, it's because they either followed him without him noticing or he had someone betray this knowledge to another. It is guarded by a gate and walls around the property with a security booth at the entrance to make sure only those who are approved get let in and no one gets too close to the front door. Andrei and anyone else who drives in with him, with his blessing, is let in without question. It is a large property, containing the three story mansion with a front to park multiple cars if he has an event, gardens, and a pool. It is impressive from the outside, easy to see its size alone by looking at it. However once inside, one is welcomed to a large foyer that has a large winding staircase as well as marble floors to take in the rest of the house. One side leads to the living room and the kitchen. Nearby is the large dining hall so as the chef Andrei employs does not have to go far with the food. On top of that the first floor leads out to the pool and gardens as well as contains the impressive at home gym that contains a boxing ring for him to spar or shadow box in. His office is also not too far from the gym, a large home office for him to conduct all kinds of business should he choose to not go into the city or the compound. And to end it on the first floor there are three half baths, one near the living room, another near the dining room, and another near his office and gym. The second floor is less busy in a sense. On there, he has the at home movie theater where he obviously enjoys watching some of his favorite films like Gladiator and Warrior but also plays some video games with his up to date consoles. There is a half bath connected to the movie theater as well. Aside from the theater, there are three other rooms. They are guest rooms with a full bath attached to each. Of course they can be guest rooms when he needs them to be but for the most part one is somewhat storage when he needs it to be. The third and final floor is what is his mostly. That is where the master bedroom and master bathroom are. Of course connected so he doesn't have to leave the double wooden doors. All of that on one side of the floor where the other half is more guest rooms, four with their own full bathrooms as well. His dog, given to him by his father before his passing, prefers to stay up on the third floor when Andrei isn't home and he doesn't need to go out or eat as that is his space. Most will call him with a whistle and he will respond, hearing his paws down the hard floors and stairs. He runs fast when he knows it's Andrei calling for him. His house is run by staff, those that clean and cook along with security and those who work late are able to stay in the guest rooms on the second floor. If your muse is taken there, then he trusts you a lot. That is one of his inner sanctums, it is where he can just be and one of the last remaining pieces of his father is in his dog, Razvan.

[richriah]

Moriah pt 1/3

PART 1: THE BASICS

What is your full name?

Moriah Celeste Marcel.

Where and when were you born?

HCA Florida Mercy Hospital, in Florida on September 5th, 1998. 

Who are/were your parents? (Know their names, occupations, personalities, etc.)

My parents are Michael Marcel and Victoria Hampton, they are not married but have been committed since the birth of their first child. Michael is the current owner of his own seafood restaurant. He is a laid back person, mostly but can be easily agitated and known as aggressive. Victoria is the co-owner of the seafood restaurant, but her main focus in interior decorating specializing in event decorating. She is a soft spoken person majority of the time and is also known as alluring. 

Do you have any siblings? What are/were they like?

I have four siblings, three sisters Cymone, Phaith and Kiyana and a brother, Rhyan. Cymone is very attentive and virtuous she also is very bossy. Phaith is a straightforward/candid person. Kiyana is very gregarious and jovial. Rhyan, was a very virtuous person  who tried to see the good in every person. 

Where do you live now, and with whom? 

Describe the place and the person/people.

I currently live in a penthouse in downtown LA. The penthouse is a two bedroom, one and a half bathroom. The master bedroom includes a large queen size bed with a canopy bedframe, a stripper pole that has been installed in front of it and floor to ceiling mirrors. The second bedroom was converted into a storage/workout area although the building has its own gym attached. Include is also a wrap around balcony extended off of the spacious living room area with a large black couch and a 70 inch tv spread across the wall in front of it. The living room is connected to the large kitchen with multiple black cabinets, an upgraded LG fridge, a gas stove and other updated appliances. Throughout the penthouse there are pictures of myself and some of my family displayed on the wall but also on the coffee table and shelves along the hall and in the living room. 

What is your occupation?

I am an exotic dancer/entertainer looking to venture into other businesses. 

Write a full physical description of yourself. You might want to consider factors such as: height, weight, race, hair and eye color, style of dress, and any tattoos, scars, or distinguishing marks.

I am 5’3 and weigh around 160. I am African American and have black curly hair, brown eyes and around twenty tattoos. There aren’t many distinctive marks on me visible to the eye but I do have scars on my forearm that aren’t heavily visible and scars on my chest and stomach. As for tattoos, on my forearm I have a remembrance tattoo of my brother a portrait of one of my favorite pictures of him, under that is a portrait of a cockatoo which represents freedom. Next to those two is a quote that reminds me what I live everyday for. On that same arm I also have a seeing eye tattoo and a “My brother’s keeper”. Below those, I have another portrait of Nefertiti. The inside of that arm I have a Carpe Diem tattoo. On my shoulder I have my birthday in Roman numerals and on my upper chest I have a heart, and heart beat attached to the time my brother died. My other tattoos consist of small doodles such as hearts, flowers and the name of my ex which I am currently working on getting covered up or removed. 

To which social class do you belong?

Middle Class/Upper Class.

Do you have any allergies, diseases, or other physical weaknesses?

I suffer from severe seasonal allergies and am allergic to pine. 

Are you right- or left-handed?

I am ambidextrous.

What does your voice sound like?

My voice is a lower tone, but not deep and can be described as slightly raspy. There is no heavy Miami accent that plays off my  voice that I know about. 

What words and/or phrases do you use very frequently?

“Girl.” “You straight.” “What?” “Oh hell.” 

What do you have in your pockets?

My phone. 

Do you have any quirks, strange mannerisms, annoying habits, or other defining characteristics?

I like to roll my eyes a lot, I am constantly fixing my lipgloss and/or applying it. I have a bad habit of chewing and popping gum. 

             PART 2: GROWING UP

How would you describe your childhood in general?

Basic, my siblings and I were always fighting and my parents did their best. I was constantly fighting although I had my siblings there to defend me, I was defending them. 

What is your earliest memory?

Being in Kindergarten and having a “crush”. 

How much schooling have you had?

I finished high school and dropped out of college my first year. 

Did you enjoy school?

I enjoyed the social aspect of school more than the academic part. 

Where did you learn most of your skills and other abilities?

From my siblings and mom. There wasn’t much for my dad to teach me after I was taught to defend myself. 

While growing up, did you have any role models? If so, describe them.

Tyra Banks because she was a model turned actress turned tv host.  

While growing up, how did you get along with the other members of your family?

Yes, I had an aunt that I am very close to. My siblings and I were all very close. I am/was closer to my mom than I have been to my dad. 

As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?

An actress/model.

As a child, what were your favorite activities?

Dancing, playing in makeup, playing with dolls and dressing up. 

As a child, what kinds of personality traits did you display?

Everyone always told me I was loud and ‘fearless’ but my mom would always say I was very aggressive and sassy. 

As a child, were you popular? Who were your friends, and what were they like?

I wouldn’t say popular. I was picked on, but I did have friends aside from my sisters. They were funny and liked to do makeup which helped me become better at my own. 

When and with whom was your first kiss?

My first kiss was at my 9th grade dance with my crush. 

Are you a virgin? If not, when and with whom did you lose your virginity?

No. I lost it when I was 17 with my boyfriend at the time. 

 ��                       PART 3: PAST INFLUENCES

What do you consider the most important event of your life so far?

Moving to LA. 

Who has had the most influence on you?

My Brother held the most influence over me, but I’m trying to move on from his passing. 

What do you consider your greatest achievement?

Being able to start therapy and break the bad habits I had before. 

What is your greatest regret?

The way I handled my brother’s passing. 

What is the most evil thing you have ever done?

I’ve falsely posted that my ex had STD’s for the public to find out and called to get his car towed after he cheated on me. 

Do you have a criminal record of any kind?

Yes. 

When was the time you were the most frightened?

When my father was in jeopardy of losing his business right after my brother’s passing. 

What is the most embarrassing thing ever to happen to you?

While one of my first nights dancing, in a packed club full of ballers I fell off the pole when I was at the height of it. I injured myself badly and almost wanted to cry. 

If you could change one thing from your past, what would it be, and why?

The length of time I was mad at/not talking to my family. It was a hard time for all of us and if I had realized that it could have helped me manage my feelings better. 

What is your best memory?

When I finally was able to move to LA and get rid of what I left in Miami. 

What is your worst memory?

Waking up in the middle of the night to the call that my brother had passed. 

[adalwolfgang]

Die Society

Chapter 1 : Ricardo Zizi

Warning: Smoking, Curse words, Ricardo being Ricardo

It's been a whole month since you've made your move to Los Angeles, California. Moving has allowed you to be introduced to incredible opportunities regarding your lifestyle and career. After finishing college, you decided it would be best to travel. Decide what you want to do with your life.

So far, no luck has come with getting a stable career, but you were able to find a fitting lifestyle and routine.

The apartment you had rented out was rather nice. One master bedroom, a single guest bedroom, a kitchen, and a decent size bathroom.

Some neighbors from your apartment complex recommended going downtown where most business's looked for help.

A neighbor down the call of the apartment building recommended trying out at a gym that wasn't far down the road. You took your time, strolling down the street and taking in the new sights. After asking around, a group of locals told you where the studio was. Upon arriving to the front of the building, nothing seemed to stand out, apart from the large sign saying, "Zizi's Spin Class". When walking in, a strong smell wafted through your nose. Burned Tobacco. The bell chimed notifying the receptionist. She glanced up at you for a second before speaking.

"If you're a member, you're late for the spin class and if you're new. You're still late for the spin class.”

Before you could respond a man walked around a wall connecting to what could only be the workout studio. The man was tall with long dark hair, round glasses, and a Versace outfit.

"Hello, welcome to my private spin class. My name is Ricardo and I'll be your instructor this evening." The man said before grabbing your hand and giving it a quick kiss. 'Awkward' was all you could think of as he led you to a group of people sitting on spin bikes while explaining that you can participate in the class and get a membership afterwards, if you want too of course.

He sets you in the front row, claiming it was the only one left. Once he got on his bike, he informed everyone to warm up first, then the class would start.

Time Skip...

Ricardo started to clap randomly, making peoples little side convo's quiet down. Once the claps got softer, his eyes glancing in your direction, he leaned forward and began talking.

"All right...Is this working?" he said as he tapped a microphone attached to the front of his bike. "Hey everyone, how are you doing? Welcome to another silent spin class with me, Ricardo Zizi. Now, I see a lot of new faces here which is great. I'd like to take this opportunity to thank you for coming along for a new type of spin experience and to explain a little bit more about what we do in these sessions. So, if you look to your right, on your bike you got some headphones. And these headphones are connected to radio, streaming services and this little doodad right here" he explains while motioning with his hands as he lists off all the things the headphones are connected to.

"The idea of silent spin class is its either silent in which case you can just switch off the sound or you can just concentrate on the sounds you want to hear." He keeps eye contact with you for a few seconds before looking away and adjusting himself on his bike.

"Now it's a full body spin workout so I hope that you remember that the winner takes it all because we are going to be working those, abdominals, making those obliques look fleek and just having a good time." He pauses for a moment before continuing.

"Now before you begin, because not everyone is as good as you, reset your machine by pressing the button and holding it on the left." Everyone does as they're told, you doing the same.

"Mhmm.. Everyone ready? Let's begin." As he continues talking everyone through the process, his attention seems to shift toward you again. You raise an eyebrow at him, all he does is smirk in return.

"Now, I'll be keeping my voice fairly quiet, so that I don't suprise you or make you swerve into another cyclist, right?" A few people laugh at his joke, while others are already in concentration with cycling.

"But I want you to be mindful at the kind of speed we're going here today. So, we're looking at about 35 kilometers per hour, and by the end of today's session we should have burned off about 300 calories. Now I don't want you worrying about being able to keep up. Go with your pace. Remember if it was a race, we'd be on the road but we're all here. Static. Burning calories together and enjoying each other's company." He shoots a wink your way before continuing his little speech.

"Right, so on your display you can see the time. We've already done a minute; it wasn't that easy."

"With your hands, if you place them on the diodes on the left and right you will get a heart reading. This is your heart so pay attention. Make sure you don't push it too far, okay? I'm looking at you, yes right Joey I remember. Now we've also got lots of other information, the calories burning, the distance, all the fun stuff. On the front of your bike, you also have two resistance bands to make a delightfully relaxful sound. We're going to be using those in conjunction with the cycling in general to ensure that you get a full body work out." As you process his words, you do start feeling the burn in your body. Small droplets of sweat already forming on your skin.

"Okay guys, we're up to almost two and a half minutes. Another two-and-a-half-minute mark we are going to start using the resistance bands. I'm not going to say much, just follow my lead. I'm going to start by working the obliques. Pulling and turning to the appropriate side." As he talks, he demonstrates what to do.

"All right, how's that sound" he says as he leans forward again on his bike while smiling and staring at you. You just raise an eyebrow before shifting your gaze to the wall behind him causing him to chuckle under his breath as he gets back to talking.

"Oh, now just before I forget when you arrive, please make sure you sign in at the reception in case there's a fire or something. We got to make sure everyone's accounted for. All right, so if you want to warm up go ahead and do that." Right as he finishes his sentence, he proceeds to talk directly to you.

"Hey, as you can see, I'm wearing my Versace, so you better have brought your game face, right?"

After saying this he starts smiling to himself before ending the discourse conversation.

"Let's do some quick exercise's" He points at you, "You got this, don't worry."

"Remember, concentrate on your breathing, keep it regular. If it helps breath in on pull and out on when you let go. But when you pull remember to control the return. Thats where the strength comes in. Alright let's do both. Test those pecks." He continues the exercise 2 more times before talking again.

"Now you'll notice on your bike there is a resistance setting, by default set this to five. All right? You can turn it down if you want. The only thing you need to worry about is yourself. Don't look left, don't look right, hell don't even necessarily look at me. Concentrate on yourself. You don't have to race, ok? And if you can tense your muscles a little. Your abdominals, not traditionally work out on a bike but what you can do is lift yourself while riding. Tense up real good and push." He proceeds to grabs both sides of the bikes seat and lift himself to show everyone who is watching.

"Let's do some bicep and triceps' work. Grab both the resistance bands and lift." He continues this a few more times before leaning closer to the front of his bike.

"How are we feeling? Good. Hey, new face, front row, enjoying it?" You simply respond that you are starting to feel a sweat on your head.

"Oh yeah, you'll be working up a sweat all right. Don't worry." Before you can make a comeback, he starts calling out someone in the back.

"Joey, Both feet dude."

As everyone continues cycling, Mr. Hotshot starts talking to no one in particular on stretching as he stretches his muscles. The thing is, as he is doing it, he keeps direct eye contact with you and just smirks every time you happen to make eye contact with him. This guy was starting to weird you out.

"Now we are approaching the eight-minute mark. Now as regulars know at about the 15-minute mark, we go into solo mode. Now this is where even I put on my headphones we emote. We concentrate on the music, listen to it. It becomes our rhythm as we cycle. Today I'm listening to something, and I want to see if you can work out which song by the way I choose to emote. And I want to see emotion from all of you. Every. Single. One. You got that? No, Lip syncing is imperative. You must Lip Sync or you're out of the class. All right?" Everyone just nods before getting their choice of music ready, some people already having their music playing.

"I don't want to hear it, Joey." He says this as he points to the man from earlier, then goes back to as if nothing happened.

"All Right, so remember that we're feeling pretty relaxed, and the good news is we're just about to hit 100 calories burned. We're approaching the nine-minute mark. Let's do some pecs." Again, he demonstrates the exercise four more times while keeping eye contact with you.

"How are we all feeling? We should be maintaining a rough 35 to 40k. It's ok if you're not but I don't know about you. I'm starting to sweat, which is no bad thing. So, make sure that you are drinking plenty of fluids. I want to see each of you with your water, taking a sip whenever you need to, okay?"

He goes on to walking through with everyone on the exercises for about, 3 minutes before leaning forward and talking to you again.

"You are doing really well. I'm very impressed." He fixes he glasses before trying to ask you a question.

"Would you come- Sorry microphone right." He adjusts his shirt before continuing.

"Okay, we're coming up to the 15-minute mark which is emote territory, so I need you to emote. We are almost hitting 150 calories, which is great. You've all got this. You are all impressing me. You are all a testament to the success of the silent spin." He does a few more movements before speaking again.

"All right, halfway. Nearly halfway at 15 minutes you're going to hit 150 calories. This is two burgers you ate, Jill. You should be feeling the heat now.

Feeling little drip drops of sweat down your forehead. You don't know where you are going, but you are getting there in style. You are getting there on a bike, without wheels, like the angels of old.

Behold spin." You just look at him with a hesitant look. 'This man is weird in the weirdest way' was all you could think to describe him.

"All right. Cynthia, I want to see better posture.

Much better. I'm very impressed. Good. Very good..." As he points and praises at you, he shoots another wink your way. Smirking like some lascivious fool.

"You, what's your name? Andrew. Andy Pandy. Pudding pie. Rode the bike. And made them die. Okay guys, headphones on. It's Emote time." After saying this everyone including yourself put on your headphones. Ricardo grabs his phone from the upholder on his bike and starts looking for the song he wanted everyone to guess.

After you find your song of choice, you start lip syncing. Everyone starts doing the same, but what make you question this instructor even more was him dancing. Not your normal head movements to certain lyrics but actually dancing, as if he was in some night club. This went on for about six to seven minutes if you had to take a guess. Soon the silent emote or whatever he calls it was over, he threw his headphones to the right of him and started talking again.

"Okay, apologies if I got a little...carried away there. It's a favorite of mine. And-phew makes me sweat. Hey. Andrew. Great work on the emoting. You are definitely invited." This made you even more confused. Invited to what? Was doing exercise a test for something?

"We are now 20 minutes in. You have all done incredibly well. We're going to do a few more minutes, okay?" He looks at you before speaking again. " How are you feeling? You, okay?" You simply nod. "Good." He continues to work with the resistance bands a few times before speaking again.

"I don't know about you guys, but I feel like we've done a pretty good workout today. How are we feeling? Joey. Cynthia. Carl, I didn't see you. Hey buddy. You're rocking out to the crew? Of course you are. We are coming up to 216 calories burned. That is indicative. About 23 minutes of us cycling together. We've been varying our speeds between 30-35 kph. Okay I want all of you to feel proud of what you've done today. That was some serious spin. Really, really impressive stuff but I think we'll call it a day for now. So slow down, slow down, that's it. Okay, now we don't want to be like those other people before us, do we? So, we reset the machine when we step off of it. I want to say, well done, again. Let's do some breathing exercises to cool down. You ready? Okay so breathe in, and out(×4). All right, well, if you guys are anything like me. You got sweat in your eye. Your shirt is soaked, and you could use some food so all of you make your way out, but you!” He points toward you.

"Newbie, can I just talk to you for a minute? Once everyone else is gone?" You slowly shake your head yes as he smiles at you. You watch as people leave, and Ricardo starts bidding people out.

"Okay, see you Gel. Yeah, say hi. She going to come next week. Her funeral? Man." He slowly exhales before picking up some things and putting them back in their original spot. As he does this you ask him if somethings wrong.

"Ye, just two minutes. Hey. So- Oh man. Hey I... I hate to be that guy, but can I grab one of those?" He points at your pack of cigarettes peaking from your chest pocket. You question why he asks for one in a studio, but you reluctantly get one out and hand him one.

"Oh, thank you." You ask him if it's okay to smoke inside but all he says is, "Oh it's my studio, don't worry." You still feel skeptical with smoking and ask again to make sure. "Oh yeah, yeah, Mhmm." As he also uses your lighter, he thanks you again.

Soon the tension and awkwardness starts to build back up again so you try and make small talk.

"Oh, thanks for coming, yeah, it's a cool class huh. Yeah, I wanted to do something a little bit different. You know? All these spin classes are so noisy." You start asking him small questions like why his name is Ricardo.

"Ricardo Zizi. Yeah...It's Italian. My folks are from the old country. Yeah, I'm a little bit more...Modern. Yeah, erm this place is owned by...Hugo Hoffman. Heard of him?" You remember seeing billboards about someone with that name.

"That's right, real estate. I work for him. This? No, this is just a side gig. I'm into entertainment. I'm a Dj of course. Who isn't right?" He laughs at his own joke before taking another drag from the cigarette.

"You know...I can't get over this feeling that I've seen you somewhere before. This is a long shot, but you could work..." Before he can finish you already start panicking thinking he is going to ask you to be involved in something illegal . He must have noticed your panicked expression because he quickly interrupts.

"No nothing like that! Party work. Mr. Hoffman. He has these big 'top secret' shin digs. All you have to do is hand out some Hors D'oeuvre, maybe chat to a few guests, or some drinks. 300 bucks. What do you say?" You contemplate for a moment before asking if there is a catch because right now this seems too good to be true and sketchy all at once.

"There is one weird catch. He's a... hm... he's an eccentric guy. You know? Yeah, weirdo. Most super rich people are, don't you think? But anyway, he has dress requirements. Not just clothes but makeup. Things like that. Hairstyles. And he likes to see staff before he lets them into the party." You ask him a few more questions since you have no idea what you need to look like or what to wear.

"If you're still interested sure. Well look, why don't I take your number" He hands you his cell phone.

"Just pop it in there. Mhmm. Give me a sec." He starts tapping on his phone before your own phone dings.

"That's me. Ricardo Zizi. Spell it how it sounds. Two z's. I've just texted you two of my friends' numbers. The first one is Valencia. She's this crazy…women. She's going to do your makeup. Just how Mr. Hoffman likes it, okay? And the other number is for my friend Elissa. Well, she's my girlfriend actually." This both shocks and confuses you. This dudes been flirting with you the whole time while being in a relationship? What a prick. "But don't tell her I told you that- Anyways. She's a photographer so she'll take some snaps for you to share with Mr. Hoffman. All being good, Ill text you again letting you know it's cool and I'll send you the address." You still feel skeptical, but 300 dollars is a lot and would help with things. As if he can see the hesitation in your eyes he continues.

"It's one night, 300 bucks, easy money huh?"

Finally, you nod your head and thank him.

"It's the least I could do for the smoke. Oh! one more thing before I forget. You don't need to worry about that right now just go home, get cleaned up and then tomorrow go see Valencia. Then in the afternoon go see Elissa. Just text them before. They all have socials so it will be fine. But there is a bouncer on the doorway. I forget his name. Real grumpy guy but this kind of a 'eyes watch shit' type deal. You know what I mean so you're going to have to give him a password. The password is... Hel-..Hill...Hilarious...I think. Ill text it to you before the event regardless." After processing all this new information, you thank him again before getting ready to leave since it does seem like it's getting late, and you still need to do other things.

"Well, hey, it's been great to meet you" He shakes your hand. "Thank you for coming to the class. It's a lot of fun, right? Kind of goofy. I always get lost in that song. Probably says something about me huh. Good luck. It's been a real pleasure meeting you and all being well I'll see you tomorrow night and you'll be 300 bucks richer, and I'll be in the bosses' good books for getting someone who actually knows what they're doing. All right, well, I got another class starting up soon, so I better get ready. I'm caked in sweat. But thank you. I look forward to working with you. Ciao bello."

You walk out of the studio, looking down the the text message with both numbers sent to you. Oddly enough, the Los Angeles sun seemed to be going down so you start making the walk back to your apartment. You still couldn't get that negative thought out of your mind but you were able to push it to the back of your head. Til tomorrow.

[dreamsallalongthewatchtower]

CH. 3 House Rules

Summary: The daggers get a look into Maya's life. Rooster is filled in on a little secret. Jake and Maya go past the point of no return.

Notes: SMUT!! Cursing and mentions of alcohol. 18+ MINORS DNI!!

Word count: 3 k

The drive to the edge of Vegas was filled with Bob and Fanboy in the back seat talking about work. While in the front Jake and Maya were stealing glances at one another. Before long Maya pulled up to a house that was in the middle of nowhere. “This is your place?” Fanboy asked. “It’s more like a rental from a friend. You’re lucky she isn’t here; you boys are all her type. But you would have to be gentle, she has a bad hip.” Maya said parking the car in the driveway. Maya was the first one to exit her car, she walked over to the cab driver and waited for him to roll down his window. “Thanks, Arturro. Here’s fifty for coming out here.” Maya said, handing the cab driver two twenties and a ten. “Oh, miss Maya, you know I can’t accept that.” The elderly driver protested. “Well, that’s too bad. Say hi to Arturro jr. for me.” Maya shot back dropping the cash in the vehicle. Walking up her driveway to greet the daggers, Maya couldn’t help but feel nervous, this was her sanctuary, the place where her and Judy had many heart to hearts, it was her creative space, and she was about to let a bunch of clean-cut military personal into her and Judy’s eclectic world. She stopped at the front door. “Before I let everyone in, remember this is not officially my house. It is my friend Judy’s house; she is away for the time being. Please make yourselves at home, but anything destroyed or ruined is on me. Understood?” Maya prompted the daggers. Everyone nodded their heads. Maya unlocked the front door and let the squad into her home.

“Before everyone else gets here, let me give you a tour.” Maya said, shutting the door. Setting her purse on the counter she got in front of everyone. “So, this is the kitchen, pantry is out in the garage.” She said pointing to a door off to the side of the kitchen. “This is the living room slash dining room; out back is the patio. There is a pool and a hot tub. Down this way,” Maya continued. “Are some of the spare rooms, there are four with two beds each. We have a bathroom on this side as well. At the end of the hallway is a small gym workout area. Down at the other end are a couple more spare rooms, those only have one bed per room. There is also a bathroom, as well as a half bathroom. There is also the master bedroom with the master bath attached.” Maya said taking the daggers through the house. Walking everyone back to the main area Maya stopped in front of a door along the wall. “This leads to the basement; the washer and dryer are down there. As well as my room and the music studio. That is the only part of the house that is off limits. If you are invited then that’s fine, but it is by invite only. In each room the closets have clothes, they are unisex so just find something that fits, and you can wear it. We also have shorts in the gym for anyone who wants to go into the pool.” Maya finished. There was a knock at the door. Maya walked over and opened it up to find some of her other friends arriving. “Hey guys, come on in!” Maya said, opening the door to a larger group of people. Soon, the living room was flooded with people. The daggers went to pick out rooms and change. Maya sat on the sofa texting a couple more friends. Waiting for the daggers to reemerge. Fanboy, Coyote and Payback wasted no time joining Maya’s friends in the back. Bob wasn’t so sure, so he hung back inside in his clothes. Rooster and Jake were talking in the kitchen.

Phoenix finally emerged from her room. “Ashes! Do you have anything I could wear for the pool?” Natasha asked. “Yeah, let’s go to my room and find you something.” Maya said, leading her friend down to the basement. Entering her room Maya crossed the room to her dresser. “Wow.” Phoenix exclaimed. “You really are going to leave this all behind?” Phoenix asked her friend. “You know me Nix, I can’t stay in one place for too long. Besides, Judy said I can come back anytime.” Maya said grabbing a bikini for her friend. “Here, see if that fits you.” Maya said, throwing the swim suite on her bed. Maya grabbed an oversize t-shirt, spandex shorts and a pair of grey sweatpants for herself. “So, there is something I have to tell you. A little birdie told me that Rooster likes you. I think you should go for it to be honest.” Maya said pulling her Clash shirt over her head. “No way! Who told you?!” Phoenix asked. “Your friend Hangman.” Maya replied. “First off, he is not my friend more like a rock in my shoe and second; he can’t be trusted, he’s always trying to pull something I wouldn’t be surprised if he said that to rile you up. You didn’t tell him I liked Rooster, did you?” “No, he just said Rooster likes you and he thinks you two could be good together.” Maya replied. Phoenix let out a sarcastic laugh. “I don’t know how true that could be coming from Jake. Let’s not think about it, let’s go continue this party!” Natasha yelled. The two friends made their way up the stairs to rejoin everyone else. When they emerged from downstairs the only three men in the house had gone silent at the sight of Phoenix in the pale blue bikini, she borrowed from Maya. The two women laughed and made their way to the backyard. Phoenix jumped in the pool and joined the group of guys that were talking to Fanboy and Payback. Maya sat at one of the tables watching her friends all mingle. Bob, Hangman and Rooster made their way outside too. Rooster sat with Maya at the table. “Maya what was Natasha like when you two were young?” Rooster prompted. “She was a little kooky, she was the one my parents deemed a bad influence for a while.” Maya replied. “I would have never thought that.” Rooster said. Both were watching the group in the pool. A few of Maya’s friends pulled Phoenix out of the pool, and they started dancing with her. Rooster let out a frustrated sigh. Maya watched as Rooster started to clench his fist. “Relax Bradley, those guys mean nothing to her. I’m going to ask you something and I just need a straight answer. Do you like Natasha?” Maya asked. Rooster took a second to answer. Searching Maya’s face, he finally answered. “Yes, but she only likes me as a friend. So, I don’t want to get my hopes up.” “What if I told you I know for a fact she feels the same way? What if I told you that she is also afraid you won’t reciprocate and her putting herself out there would ruin your friendship?” Maya threw out. Maya watched as Rooster’s eyes began to widen. “You’re serious?” He asked. “I don’t play around when it comes to Phoenix. I suggest you make the first move though; she’ll be too concerned about ruining the friendship.” Maya said. Her eyes now drifting to Bob who made his way to the table. “Hey Bob, how’s my favorite ginger ale drinker?” Maya asked. “I’m okay, how are you, Maya?” Bob responded. Maya didn’t respond as she looked over Bob’s shoulder as saw Jake making out with one of the girls that had showed up. Maya couldn't hide the displeasure on her face. Bob noticed this and turned around to see the same sight that made Maya upset. “Maya are you okay?” Bob asked. “This is unbelievable. I kissed him less than an hour ago and he wanted to ‘do it right’ Maya said with air quotes. “But here he is with his tongue down that girl’s throat. I’m going to the studio. You can come if you want to.” Maya said extending an invite to Bob. “Sure, I’ve never been in a music studio before.”

The two walked into the house past Jake and the girl that was hanging on him, down into Maya’s studio. When Maya opened the door Bob was blown away by the size of it. “How did you manage to get this put in?” Bob prompted. “Judy had it put in for her grandson, he uses it when he comes through town, but for the time being it’s mine.” Maya replied. While the party was going on upstairs Maya walked bob through the process of making a song. They played with the soundboard on a couple different songs. Then Maya showed Bob how recording a song was played around with. “Come in here and I’ll show you a few simple notes.” Maya said. Bob walked into the recording booth and took the seat Maya was sitting on. Maya handed Bob a guitar and stood behind him. “Okay put your fingers here and play that note.” Bob followed Maya’s instructions and played A minor. “Good, now move your fingers here and play.” Bob once again obliged and played an E major with a raised fifth. Soon Maya had taught Bob how to play Stairway to Heaven by Led Zeppelin. “This was fun, maybe you can show me some other songs.” Bob said. “But I think for now I’m going to go to bed. Thank you for showing me the studio.” Bob said putting down the guitar. “Good night, Maya.” Bob called out. “Night Bob!” Maya said back. Maya sat in the booth playing around with different riffs when she heard a knock at the door. “I thought you were going to bed?” Maya said not looking up to see Jake was at the door. “Not yet.” Jake said. Maya whipped her head up. Her blood started to boil. “This is an invite only and you’re not welcomed here. Besides don’t you have a Barbie upstairs to make out with?” Maya asked sharply. “Yeah, she isn’t really my type.” Jake said still standing in the doorway.

“I find that hard to believe.” Maya shot back. “No really. I like long dark hair and blue eyes. Someone who is a little shorter than I am and isn’t afraid to say what’s on her mind or put people in their place. Someone who loves bourbon. That’s my type.” Jake finished. Making his way from the doorway to the soundboard Jake stood with his hands in his pockets looking at Maya. Maya looked at Jake for a second before she set down her guitar and left the sound booth. “Look I don’t know what you want but, I don’t want my feelings played with.” Maya stated. Making her way over to Jake. Jake stood in silence. “I’m not someone who can just hook up with someone and not feel anything. I don’t play any ga” Jake didn’t let Maya finish as he closed the space between them and kissed Maya. When she tried to pull away Jake grabbed her by the back of her neck and deepened the kiss. Maya thought about trying to pull away again, but she loved how Jakes lips felt on hers. To Maya’s surprise Jake pulled away. “I would never play with your feelings.” Jake said before he pulled Maya back in for more kisses. When Jake’s hands started to roam Maya could feel a tight feeling building up in her stomach. She hadn’t been intimate with a man like this for some time. Slowly Maya pushed the flannel Jake was wearing off his shoulders and arms onto the floor. Jake followed and lifted Maya’s shirt over her head revealing her bare body. Jake took a second to admire Maya. “Let me shut the door.” Maya said walking away from Jake. After shutting the door Maya turned around and finished undressing herself. Standing in nothing but her blue lace panties Maya felt the tight feeling coming back as she watched Jake strip down to just his boxers. Jake once again closed the space between them and feverishly kissed Maya all over her chest and shoulders. Jake’s hands found their way onto Maya’s hips. Squeezing both sides released a moan from Maya. Spinning herself and Jake around Maya led the way to a couch so she and Jake could move forward. Maya pulled away and laid on the couch waiting for Jake to follow. Jake got on top of Maya. Just as Maya went to pull off her panties Jake grabbed her hands. “No leave them on, I’ll just push them to the side.” Jake commanded. Just as he promised Jake used one hand to push aside the lace panties and started rubbing Maya’s clit. The small circles caused Maya to arch her back. It felt so good to have a man touching her. Before long Maya felt the tight sensation building and building. “Oh fuck, don’t stop, don’t stop.” Maya breathed out. “Yeah? You going to cum already?” Jake asked. Before either one could react the building sensation finally came to a climax. “That’s a good girl. Think you have one more for me?” Jake questioned pulling off his boxers. Maya just nodded her head.

Jake took her answer and started rubbing his cock along her slit. “I can’t believe you already came for me.” Jake said continuing to rub himself against Maya. “Don’t tease me.” Maya whined. Jake slowly inserted himself into Maya. “Fuck, you’re so tight!” Jake let out. Starting at a medium pace Jake couldn’t help but think to himself that Maya was the sweetest little thing while under him. “Oh god!” Maya cried out, breaking Jake from his trance. “You can get rougher; you won’t break me” Maya said. Jake just smiled down at her. He leaned down and started playing with Maya’s nipples. Squeezing one between his fingers while biting the other one and flicking it with his tongue. He began to slow his pace but was slamming himself into Maya. Wrapping her arms around Jake she began to claw his back out of ecstasy. Jake let out a moan as Maya dug her nails into him. Picking up his pace Jake wrapped a hand around Maya’s throat and leaned into her ear. “I want you to taste yourself.” Jake said not giving Maya a second to think. He pulled out of her, letting go of her throat, Jake leaned back on the other end of the couch. Maya followed and wrapped her lips around Jake’s cock. At first, she started slow and took every inch like it would be the last thing she had in her mouth then she wrapped her hand around the base and moved it in unison with her mouth. Jake threw his head back and moaned for Maya. This is when Maya pulled out all the stops, she quickened her pace not taking in Jake’s full length. “Oh Fuck!” Jake let out as he ran his fingers through Maya’s hair. Maya then swirled her tongue around his cock and plunged all the way down to the base filling her throat with Jake’s cock. Holding herself there Jake couldn’t help but let out a series of moans and fucks. Coming up for air Maya jerked Jake’s cock for a second before she got up and situated herself in reverse cowgirl on Jake’s cock. “Holy fucking shit!” Jake moaned as Maya bounced up and down. Jake couldn’t help himself, he wanted to be the one in control. He grabbed a fist full of hair and pushed both bodies forward. Slamming into Maya, Jake could feel Maya tightening around him. “You have to beg me to cum. Do you understand?” Jake stated. “Yes” Maya let out. Jake smacked her ass and pulled her up a little. “Yes what?” Jake growled. “Yes sir!” Maya cried out. “That’s a good girl.” Both were now slamming into each other quickening the pace. Maya felt the tightening feeling build up again in her. She knew she was close. “Please can I cum? Please?” Maya cried out. “Not yet!” Jake moaned as he could feel himself building as well. “Please sir! Please I need to cum!” Maya cried out again Jake slammed into Maya over and over again trying to catch up to her. “Yes! Cum for me baby, cum all over my cock.” Jake snarled. As if on command the tightening sensation snapped in Maya and a wave of pleasure washed over her. She slowly stopped rolling her hips but could still feel Jake slamming into her. Another second and she could feel Jake cumming in her. Jake fell back onto the couch breathing heavily. “Oh, fuck Maya.” Was all Jake could say. Maya herself out of breath got up and proceeded to put her Clash shirt back on. “Hey,” Jake called out. Maya looked back at Jake. “Just know when I’m serious about something I don’t play games either.” Jake threw out. Maya didn’t know what to say. She grabbed his clothes and walked to the door, opening it up. “Maya?” Jake asked, trying to get a response from her. Maya threw up a finger signaling for him to wait. She didn’t hear any noise upstairs. The party must have died down. Then she walked the short distance to her bedroom door and opened it up. “Come on let’s go to bed.” She finally said to Jake. “That’s all you have to say?” Jake asked. “Shh, you can either go to your room or you can bunk with me.” Maya suggested. Jake didn’t give the offer a second thought. He jumped up and put on his boxers following Maya to her room. Not another word was spoken between the two for the remainder of the night.

[itsohh]

Together in the Rain

A/N: G/N reader, this was asked over a month ago when I first announced I was doing Christmas ask. I wrote something for this ask and just hated it. All this time I’ve kept it for when I eventually rewrote it and now I have. I’m pretty happy with this outcome. It’s a lot more fluffier and softer compaired to all the pure smut and angst stuff I write. It’s a nice little change.

Word count:  3303

Warnings: NSFT, Smut

AO3

The first thing that you noticed as the pair of you arrived at the airport was that it was cold. Like really cold. Freezing cold. Timur had been practically buzzing on the flight over. While you slept most of the flight, he had been awake and alive dragging you around.  Almost immediately he had given you one of his large jackets, a jacket that you refused to give up as he took you to the place he called home. His home surprised you, it was so… normal.

 An apartment in the middle of town, surrounded by other apartments. It was decently sized. It opened to a kitchen leading to the combined living room and dining room in an open floor plan. To the left side was a hallway that branched off. The first room to the left was a small standard bathroom, and the room next to it was a workout room; a gym. On the opposite side of the hallway was a larger room, one that housed his painting station. At the very end of the hall was the master bedroom, a private bathroom attached to it, one that had seen far more usage than the one in the hall. 

 Timur didn’t bother turning the radiator on, much to your displeasure. He didn’t give you much time there at all actually. After the tour of the house, admittedly brief, your bag was left next to the side of his bed, and you would eventually unpack later. His hand in yours he was quick to drag you out of the apartment. “I hope you slept well.” He was practically glowing as the pair of you headed towards the lift. It wasn’t too often you saw him like this, so peaceful and happy.

 “Where are we going? Timur slow down.” You held no negative feelings about the situation, you just wished to know what was going on. In the lift, he seemed to slow down a bit. 

 “When I was young, I always wondered what it would be like to bring my partner home." His fingers interlaced with yours and this thumb stroked over your knuckles. "At the time, admittedly I didn't think of anyone from outside of Russia, the city was closed to outsiders at the time you see." The elevator soon opened and you were pulled out into the cold once again, light rain in the background. "I had dreamt where I would take them, lavish dates and whatnot. But now that you're here, my mind is very far from what I had thought as a child."

 "Oh?"

 "I want you to see this place the way I see it. Or at least glimpse a small part of where I call home." He grinned and turned forward, pulling you along. 

 "Where are we walking?" 

 "Wait and see." Through the streets Timur took you. It wasn't dead in any matter, people passed you and others carried on in their own lives. Timur was quick out to point out places he knew even with the smallest of stories. "That place there, do you see it?" He pointed across the road and you nodded. There were shabby-coloured lights on the building. If it was like that for Christmas or all year round, you couldn't tell.

 "One-year Alexsandr had borrowed my couch for a break, back when he was still with his wife. He had to get away from her you see, didn't want to go home. Well, there's the bar that I took him to."

 "I've seen Alexsandr outdrink Jordan with ease."

 "Jordans a lightweight." You let out a huff at Timurs playful jab. Jordan was not a lightweight in any manner. "Anyway, that night Alexsandr outdrank four people and eventually got us kicked out.

 "Oh god, what did you two do?" 

 "Ah, you think we aren't the most model citizens?" 

 "Timur…"

 "Frankly we didn't do much at all. People got pretty pissed when Alexsandr won the bet. It wasn't so much that we did anything, that they lost a few chairs against Alexsandr's back." 

 "You got into a bar fight?" 

 "More they tried to fight us and he was a brick wall." You grinned at the story and the thought. How a civilian could ever go again Alexsandr amazed you, that being said alcohol did make people do dumb things. As the pair of you reached the end of the covered area, a large umbrella appeared over you much to your surprise. In the rush of Timur pulling you along, you didn't notice he had grabbed one.

 "How long have you been living here?" You asked as the pair of you continued your venture in the rain. 

 "All my life  It's where I grew up, I've had to of course move away at times for work and study but I always find myself coming back to this city." The pair of you eventually neared a school, it seemed to be empty. Children at home for the Christmas break. 

 "Is there where you went to school?" 

 "No, no. I went to school at a place on the other side of town."

 "Ah and how was young Timur? I bet you were an adorable kid."

 "My father would certainly agree with that statement. I think I was pretty normal, a bit of a trouble marker as my teachers would make me out but nothing serious."

 "And what did little Timur get into trouble for?"

 "Not starting fights if that's what your wondering."

 "Nor finishing them?"

 "Not that either, I'll have you know I stuck to my own lane. It was more of not paying attention or being late more than anything. Though one time…" Your brow raised as his eyes became a little distant at the memory. "I was, still am, good at climbing. But when I was a kid I wasn't the best at getting down."

 "Oh no."

 "My school had this massive tree on the field. I got stuck in it. Then when people tried to get me down I climbed up further. I started to throw sticks at people down below, other children, and teachers. I hit them too. Not hard."

 "How did you get down?"

 "I fell. I fractured my arm. I was lucky, the people I landed on not so much." He grinned and you couldn't help the laugh that stuffed from your mouth. "We weren't allowed to climb trees after that. Or at least I wasn't."

 The sound of the sea soon filled the air around you as the pair of you neared the docks. Boats occupied the rough waters as people continued to work. The scene was by no way pretty. A scene of industrialism and people hard at work. It certainly wouldn't normally be a scene for a date. "I spent a lot of time here when I was younger. My father would get me things and I would meet him here." He pointed over to a small block of shops just down the path. Three buildings in need of a good paint, all their signage in Russian like the rest of the country but you could tell exactly what the one Timur pointed to. A food joint. 

 "He would take me here for dinner, just the pair of us and we would watch the waves together." Timurs face glowed at the memory and you could tell it was one of his favourite ones from when he was a child. "My father wasn't around too much, he worked a lot but those days were certainly the best." As the pair of you started to approach the old building you realized that's what his plan was, to replay that same experience but with you. 

  There was a single person behind the desk with a wall of text above them. “Timur, I can’t read any of this.” You leaned over, slightly embarrassed by the situation. Yet, he didn’t fret, his hand tightened in yours for a reassuring squeeze. 

 “Don’t worry I’ll order for you.” He knew you well enough to do so. There was an older woman there, one who seemed delighted to see Timur. The pair of them dived into a conversation and her eyes soon fell on you. Timurs hand untangled from your own and handed you the umbrella, now closed as he went to pay. There were a couple of seats in the front of the joint, a waiting area of sorts. He sat next to you and the woman disappeared into the back room. “I’ve known her for a very long time, she was saying it was nice to see me again. Thinks your cute.” Timur let out a small laugh as you coughed out, hitting him lightly with the back of your hand. 

 It was calming, seagulls in the background while the roar of the sea and machinery continued working on. The rain added to the environment, and the chilly air nipping at your face was soothed by the hot air coming from inside the eatery. Content in the moment, the ten minutes went fast. Soon the pair of you had your food and Timur was saying goodbye to her, a goodbye that you attempted to join in on with broken Russian. The woman seemed to appreciate the thought and waved you goodbye. 

 The umbrella up in your hand, sheltering the pair of you from the rain, Timur led you out towards the docks. An empty old wooden chair lay in wait. With his coat covering your body and one of his own, the wetness of the seat didn’t bother the pair of you when you sat down. It was rather stable and didn’t show any sign of protest. The food was warm and he had that same smile on his face while he look out to the ocean. So calm. “In English…” He paused to take a small bite as your attention was drawn to him, your eyes on his blue ones. “You say I love you so, carelessly.” you raised a brow at his words and he frowned. “No, I would say it's more common, more freely used.” He let out a deep breath, putting his food on his lap, leaning his arm on the back of the chair while he turned to face you. 

 “To me, I feel it doesn’t properly express how I feel about you- it's too weak of a saying.” His brows pressed down and swallowed. “I know you do not understand but ya lyublyu tebya fsyei dushoj.” In silence you stared at him, you didn’t know how to respond. Not because you hadn’t declared your love to him before, no the pair of you had expressed yourselves many times before. This time, it felt different. Your heart roared inside of you louder than the ocean beside you, louder than the rain that fell from the skies above. Yet he didn’t seem to mind, not a bit. His hand gently reached forward to touch your face after a few moments. The touch snapped you out of the frozen state you had been in, staring at him. 

 “Your crying.” He explained as he wiped away the tears. Were you? You hadn’t realised. You blinked a few times and used the palm of your hand to pad your eye ducts. 

 “Oh fuck, sorry I ah.” You laughed it off and his hand caught yours, bringing it to his face he cradled it in his hand before pressing his lips against it. 

 “No need to apologise, I doubt those are tears of anguish.” He held your hand there against his face, the warmth radiating off your hand mixing with his face. The moment was soon cut off by a partially large wave crashing over the edge and drenching the pair of you- and the food in your laps. He let out a sound of surprise, one that echoed with your own. “Ah, I remember why we would only sit here when the sea was calm.” He laughed, picking up the two packages with one hand. The umbrella now closed in yours, the pair of you couldn’t get any wetter. Timur led you with your hand off the chair. Now soaked there wasn’t much care for the weather as the pair of you started to make your way back to town. The remains of your meal were disposed of while the rain came down forever harder. 

 The streets became ever emptier as the sun set, its orange hue hidden by clouds. Completely drenched, water dripped off the pair of you as you made it back to his apartment. The door unlocked and Timur immediately went to turn on the radiator, allowing it to warm the apartment. Meanwhile, you shrugged off his coat from your body, its thick layer had protected you from the water, only the bottom of your pants and shoes getting really wet. Timur took the coat from you and placed it with his on the coat hook. “It shouldn’t take long to warm up, the apartment's pretty small.” It wasn’t small. 

 “Thanks for taking me out Timur.”

 “I intend to show you more, but we did arrive today and well, it's better not to overwhelm you yet.”

 “Yet?”

 “I assure you, by the time we are done here you shall know every nook and cranny of this old town.”

 “You say it like it's a threat.” You hummed, hanging your arms around his neck. 

 “It's a promise.” He closed the gap between the pair of you, his forehead resting against yours, his nose barely touching yours. In a second that felt like forever, his lips your against yours. The kiss was slow, gentle as if you would break if he pressed too hard. His lips were so warm, full of life and comfort. Yet, something was wrong, you could tell when he pulled away, his lips turned downward. 

 “Timur?” 

 “Your cold. Too cold.” A sigh of relief had your shoulders drop and you pressed your lips against his again, your nose next to his. How he had managed to keep his face warm actually amazed you quite a bit. He did run warmer than most people though, the cold never really bothered him. 

 “Then warm me up.” You breathed out as his sweet lips parted from yours. The blue of his eyes met yours under hooded eyelids. Catching onto your playful words, he nipped at your bottom lip. Too quickly did he pull away, his hand dragging you down the hallway to the bedroom. Often at times, Timur and you fucked. Hard. Messy. Wet. Full of horniness and desire for each other. Yet this time the situation was different. His movements were far slower, pealing away your shirt from your body, running his hands from the bottom of your torso to the top of your chest. He looked at you like a god, someone worthy of worship. 

 Timur's focus was solely on your as he popped the top of your pants open, pulling them down with your underwear. The warmth of his lips pepped over your legs as he gained a good grip on your thighs. With a swift movement, he picked you up, turning you, causing you to fall on the bed with a shout of his name. Arms spread out by your head and a grin on your face, he stared at you from his now standing position at the end of the bed. “Words, don’t describe, can’t come near how stunning you look at the moment.” 

 “Oh really? Not even in Russian.” The humorous smile on your face was mirrored by his own and he stripped away his clothes giving you a show where you lay. 

 “Not even in Russain. They need to create a new language just to describe you and you alone.” He kicked his pants off and started to crawl over the top of you. Warm, so warm, a sigh of relief escaped your lips as his skin made contact with yours. This wouldn’t be a night of desperate drilling and being coated in his seed. His lips pressed against yours and your arms wrapped around his body, pulling him flush against your body. No, his romantic side was here to stay. As he couldn’t get enough of you, his lips kissed all over your face causing you to let out of small laugh at the feeling. He would make love to you as if his life depended on it. 

 Timur rolled the pair of you so that you were on top of him. He sat up with you in his lap, one hand of his on the back of your neck. Lips against yours he held you as close as he possibly could. But it still wasn’t enough. A small pop came from his hand and you broke away just for a moment to see the small bottle of lube in his hand. His portable one that he always kept with him. It had no doubt been in his pants pockets. “Is this okay?” Timur whispered. The man could pin you against the wall, hand in your mouth and ruin you all night without so much as a word of concern- only his cocky grin but here he was, soft look in his eyes as he held your neck. 

 “What's the problem here is that you stopped.” 

 He rolled his eyes at your comment but listened to it regardless. Once again his lips were on yours as he blindly lubed his cock between the pair of you. Timur pulled away just a second. “Up.” Pushing up from him, you gave access for him to align himself with your entrance. The hand on your neck left and gently coxed you onto him by your thigh. The contact of his warm hand on your thigh grew as he rubbed it slightly, giving it a good feel. 

 Impaled on his dick the pair of your groaned in unison from the intoxicating feel of him. To your very soul could you feel him, so deep down inside and holding you so tight there wasn’t a world around you. There wasn’t the weather, the sky or the moon. There was only him. Him and him alone was the thing on your mind. Lips on yours, on your face, neck. The roll of your hips allowing him to find new spots inside of you. Pleasure joining your desperate for affection. The gentle moans of your name against your ear, the wandering hands of his mapping your body. It all melted away along with time, a moment you don’t think you could ever forget. 

 Timur loved you, so incredibly and surely so. Everything about you, no matter the flaw, it was perfection to him as he made love to you. With gasps, you ripped your lips from his, your forehead against his as he thrust up into you. “Together.” He whispered and you nodded, understanding. Your hands found his shoulders as he continued, a beautiful curse leaving his lips as he came, your own pleasure soring with his. 

 “I love you Timur. ” You whimpered out, a cry of desperation and love, his grip tightening on you at the words. He stopped and the pair of you stayed there like that, enjoying the high together. “I mean it, I do, with all my being I love you Timur.” The words rushed from your lips, finally knowing what to say. Your eyes fluttered open to meet his. Staring up at you, lips parted. “What does it mean? What you said at the dock.” At your own declaration, you finally dared to ask him.

 “I think, you supplied us with a close enough translation already.” 

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30 X 80 House Plans Spacious Designs for Luxurious Living

A 30 X 80 house plans provides an expansive canvas to design a home that perfectly blends style, comfort, and functionality. With a plot size of 2,400 square feet, homeowners have the flexibility to create large living spaces, multiple bedrooms, and additional amenities that cater to their specific needs. Below is a guide to optimizing space in a 30 X 80 house plan.

Key Features of a 30 X 80 House Plan

Ground Floor Design

Large Living Area: A spacious living room serves as the heart of the home, offering ample room for family gatherings and entertainment.

Modern Kitchen & Dining: A well-designed kitchen with an attached dining area enhances the home's functionality, making meal prep and dining both convenient and enjoyable.

Bedroom and Guest Room: The ground floor can accommodate a large bedroom and a guest room, each designed for comfort and privacy.

Utility Area and Bathrooms: Separate utility rooms for laundry and storage along with guest bathrooms offer convenience and practicality.

First Floor Layout

Master Bedroom with Ensuite: A luxurious master suite featuring an attached bathroom and walk-in wardrobe is a common feature in 30 X 80 house plans.

Additional Bedrooms: Two or three more bedrooms can be included, each with adequate space for family members or guests.

Balcony and Terrace: A private balcony or terrace provides outdoor space for relaxation, gardening, or enjoying the view.

Second Floor

Home Office or Gym: Depending on your requirements, the second floor can be customized with a home office, gym, or extra bedrooms.

Terrace Garden: A terrace garden or open space can be designed for outdoor relaxation and leisure activities.

Benefits of a 30 X 80 House Plan

Ample Space: Large plot size allows for spacious rooms and additional features like balconies and terraces.

Customization: Flexibility to design according to your family’s needs and lifestyle.

Enhanced Comfort: More room for amenities like home offices, gyms, and outdoor spaces.

Ready to create your perfect 30 X 80 house plans? Contact MakeMyHouse for expert assistance in designing a home that fits your vision.

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Discover Homes for Sale in Seacliff on the Greens, Huntington Beach

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Overview of Homes for Sale in Seacliff on the Greens, Huntington Beach

Homes for Sale in Seacliff on the Greens, Huntington Beach, is one of the most beautiful neighborhoods in California. The neighborhood offers many choices depending on needs, including large single-family homes and classy townhouses.

We will explore this beautiful neighborhood's common characteristics and services, the possibilities of dwelling on choices, and the Seacliff on the Greens' resources, life, and community opportunities.

Homes for Sale in Seacliff on the Greens, Huntington Beach, are recognized as one of the city's most orderly and systematically developed neighborhoods, where wealthy residents prefer to live.

This neighborhood has well-maintained and well-organized streets, clean and tidy houses, and a peaceful environment that provides comfort and liveliness to prospective homeowners.

Seacliff's location and proximity to the Seacliff Country Club and the Pacific Ocean give it an advantage and entice those who want to live next to such a country club or near the sea.

Community Features and Amenities

Moving to Seacliff on the Greens will allow residents to use the attached features. Some of the critical amenities include. Among others, the available comforts include:

Gated Entry: Many homes built in the Seacliff on Greens are in very secure gates referred to in the real estate business as gated residences.

Seacliff Country Club: Seacliff Country Club is within walking distance of residents, and residents have access to facilities such as a golfing green, tennis playing area, gym, and place to dine.

Proximity to the Beach: This implies that residents who want to go to the beach can quickly get there by car or bike from Huntington Beach.

Walking and Biking Trails: The community is close to many trails for walking and biking and those who like to refer to themselves as fitness monsters.

Beautiful Landscaping: The community has well-maintained greenery, making the environment presentable to all stakeholders.

Housing Options in Seacliff on the Greens

Seacliff Estates Seacliff Estates is the right word for it, where Seacliff on the Greens defines luxury living at its best. This part of the community has larger houses zoned for single families, and the prices range from $1. 4 million to $1. 7 million.

These homes are luxurious architectural masterpieces of today built with extra width, class, and style. Some of its properties have a direct or indirect view of the Seacliff Country Club's golfing greens, adding charm.

Key Features of Seacliff Estates Homes:

Generally, they are spacious, with large areas of the floor and precluding several bedrooms and bathrooms.

Luxurious real kitchens with custom-designed, top-of-the-line, built-in eating spaces.

Large bedrooms for the master, which come with extra-large bathrooms and wardrobes.

Back gardens and other green areas are essential for a family or having friends over.

Garages attached to the house offer a parking space and adequate space for storage.

Seacliff Master Series For people searching for comfort and outstanding quality, the Sea Cliff Master Series comprises single-family homes ranging from $1. One million to $1. 3 million.

These homes are intended to offer the maximum amount of luxury and simplicity, making them most appropriate for families and individuals.

The exteriors of the houses in this series are also exceptionally designed to appeal to clients and have good features.

Key Features of Seacliff Master Series Homes:

Modern, well-equipped kitchens with finishes and looks should match the pro forma image of newly constructed homes.

Large open-concept living areas that are ideal for everyone to congregate in.

It is likely to have master units that are very spacious and contain en-suite bathrooms.

Carports and overhead collection of garages.

Nonetheless, there are some factors, such as the location of the plot of land regarding the golf course and other privileged facilities within the community.

Seacliff Club Series The Seacliff Club Series targets clients who like townhouse living and have all the advantages of a well-developed luxurious community. These three-story townhouses are sold for less than 1 million dollars and feature different amenities and troupes.

This series of townhouses is ideal for persons who are looking forward to living in a home they do not have to worry much about maintaining while at the same time being comfortable.

Key Features of Seacliff Club Series Townhouses:

Apartment with the concept of organizing living spaces at different levels and necessary functionality.

High-end professional kitchen fitments with all new utensils.

Spacious master bedrooms with ample walk-in closet space and beautifully designed bathrooms.

Security by having a gate for admits from the internal compound.

Condominiums Another housing area available at Seacliff on the Greens is the condominiums, which are also beautifully designed and more competitively priced than the villas.

Usually, these condos come with two to four bedrooms, although they are listed at less than a million dollars. A good number of the condominiums have a controlled gated communal swimming pool, which raises the living standard for the occupants.

Key Features of Seacliff Condominiums:

Extensive use of light and a few barriers between separate parts of the living space.

Tastefully decorated homes, particularly the kitchen with modern and sophisticated kitchen appliances and furniture.

Large numbers of bedrooms with a significant number of storage units.

Usage of the community infrastructure, including swimming pools, gymnasiums, etc.

A gate boosts round-the-clock security with an intercom for worthwhile security.

Lifestyle and Community Benefits

Seacliff on the Greens has a competitive edge of being situated in a coastal area with all the luxury of living a prestigious life. The neighborhood surrounds Huntington Beach, where people can enjoy activities such as surfing, beach volleyball, or just taking pleasant strolls.

Further, it boasts pro golf and tennis courts, a leisurely clubhouse, and social activities from the Seacliff County Club, which strengthens the residents' community.

Education and Schools Parents with young kids will love the school systems in Huntington Beach. Education-wise, the area is blessed with some of the best-ranked schools that offer quality education in association with sound co-curricular activities.

Some of the schools in the area include Seacliff Elementary School, Dwyer Middle School, and Huntington Beach High School. These institutions ensure that the students get Quality education to enable them to have a solid background.

Shopping and Dining Seacliff on the Greens can boast of its decent location, which includes numerous shops and restaurants for different Client tastes. Countless shops, commercial complexes, and even the Pacific City and Bella Terra centers are available for the people of the place.

Further, the field has many dining joints ranging from fast foods and cafes to classy, fine eateries.

Healthcare and Services Quality health care is vital for most home buyers; this is available to Seacliff on the Greens. Hoag Health Center and Huntington Beach Hospital are some of the most respected healthcare centers in the area.

Such institutions provide a host of medical services, which means that if a resident requires the services of a healthcare provider, they will be attended to by the best experts in the field.

Final Thoughts

Seacliff on the Greens is one of the exquisite neighborhoods in Huntington Beach that will provide suitable and convenient accommodation.

With a variety of types of homes, including oversized, large, single dwellings, stylish townhomes, and condominium homes, there is something for everyone. Being a seaside community, amenities such as children's playgrounds, recreational centers, and proximity to the beautiful sandy beach enthuse individuals into saying it is one of the best places to live.

Discover the community's unique history and heritage, from historical landmarks to cultural events, by visiting https://coastalhuntingtonbeachhomes.com/sea-cliff-communities/sea-cliff-on-the-green/.

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Wreckless - It's a Brick House

*Warning Adult Content*

Finnegan

The sidewalk isn't cracked, it's nicely done stone blocks and I was right, there's a nice two-car garage just on the other side of the driveway.

Do I wish it was attached? Maybe.

Is it a deal breaker? No.

Ann opens the double entryway doors with a flourish.

"Gleaming hardwoods throughout, a gorgeous chefs kitchen and a finished basement. Three large bedrooms and two and a half baths."

Yes, I can read.

"There's an attic just waiting to be finished. Laundry is currently upstairs but there are also hookups in the basement. It would be easy to put an extra bath down there if you'd like. A beautifully landscaped yard, almost half an acre, which in this area is unheard of."

I can't listen to her and think at the same time.

"Ann?"

"Yes?"

"I'd like to walk through it, just me and Emmett, please. It'll be much quicker and I know you have other things to do. The kitchen is through here?"

"Yes, of course, go ahead," she stutters as I walk through the dining room.

I want to see the kitchen first, I have no time for a kitchen remodel.

Oh, it's actually nice. Really nice.

Quartz countertops I'm guessing and the appliances look fairly new and high end.

It has a nice island and then there's a back door and I pass into a hallway that must be right behind the steps.

There's a room to my left that's lined with bookshelves on two walls.

"Library?"

Emmett peeks over my shoulder.

"Would be a great office, yeah."

He's right.

I hope they're not counting this as a bedroom but I don't want to assume.

I'll check. 

It has windows overlooking the garden and it looks beautiful and like a lot of work.

I ignore it because I won't be dealing with it, that's what gardeners are for.

I continue down the hall and there's a lovely half bath, a closet and then we're on the right side of the house in the living room.

"Oh, a fireplace."

"This place is huge."

It's not huge.

"Looks bigger without furniture." 

It's bigger than his place, for sure. 

Big enough to grow into.  

"Think we can fit a reclining couch, Finnegan?" 

He's teasing, there's plenty of space but I humor him. 

"Of course. Probably two."

We go upstairs and there are in fact three bedrooms including a really nice master with his and his closets and a big en suite bathroom.

"This closet is big enough to be Marten's room," he says and he's not wrong.

"He can have a bedroom, either one. The other can be for guests."

'Or a playroom. I could have a playroom like Rhys'.

"Who's gonna clean this huge house?"

That's Emmett, always practical.

"We'll hire someone. And a gardener too, unless you want to put in a pool. It looks pretty flat and there's already a privacy fence."

"No pool, can I go see the garden?"

"Right behind you."

We head downstairs and outside and he walks around almost in a daze.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, it's beautiful."

He sounds a bit sad or maybe it's more melancholy.

I walk up and put my arm around his waist.

"What are you thinking about?"

"My mom. I've thought about her more this year than the last couple put together but she had such a green thumb and we had a lovely yard. It was only like a quarter this size? Maybe not even that? She had rose bushes just like these and it's beautiful. She would have loved this."

"Maybe it's a sign."

"Maybe. Let's check out this finished basement. Mine's officially finished but it's not living space, you know? Might work for a gym though."

I know exactly what he means.

The door down here is locked so we have to go back through the kitchen and downstairs that way.

We were wrong, it's really finished.

Well, half of it.

The space under the kitchen and dining room is all mechanical stuff and storage but the right side is nice.

High ceilings.

Emmett is going around peeking and opening all the doors.

"Laundry. A lot more convenient to keep it upstairs."

"Yeah, definitely."

I just wonder if...

"Emmett? You don't have a dark room, do you?"

"A dark room? Only in my dreams. I don't use film. I would love to but I don't."

"Would this work? There aren't any windows and it even has a sink, and power. Is it big enough?"

"It would be perfect, actually. And what else down here? Gym could definitely work. Or a play room for you and your toys? We could split the room and do both or put one up in the extra bedroom or attic."

I shrug.

"Not sure but it's nice having options."

"It is. It's a lot of space."

"Do you like it, Emmett?"

"I do. I love brick and the garden is..."

Now it's his turn to shrug.

"Does the kitchen work for you?"

"Yep. You?"

He does most of the cooking.

I get a look.

"I'll manage. Let me look at the furnace, electrical and plumbing."

I have no idea exactly what he's looking for so I just follow him around. 

The house definitely has all those things. 

"You do realize that I don't care if something needs to be replaced, Emmett."

"I know. It seems like a nice house Finnegan but you need an inspection. It's empty, that probably means you'll be in quicker."

What's with all the 'you'? 

I want to hear more 'we'. 

"I hope so."

"It's a fairly busy street."

My smile falters a bit.

I'm not madly in love with the traffic.

"Yeah. True. But how much time do we spend in the front yard? It's quiet in here. Is the neighborhood okay?"  

"Yeah, we'll be fine.  I don't mind the street, easier to get to 695.  I just wanted to make sure you didn't."

He sits down in the middle of the floor and I join him.

"It's just a lot, Finnegan. You leaving, coming back, the beach, the break-in, the wreck and car and now this. I feel like I'm dizzy."

"I get that. I'm a little dizzy too which is why I'm trying to get settled. Should we do it, Emmett? What do you think? Will you live here with me? It's gonna be our house, Emmett, not mine. Ours."

He sighs but he's smiling.

"How can I turn down an offer like that?"

I smile, jump up and do a little dance.

When Emmett stands up I grab him, give him a kiss and then run upstairs to find Ann.

"Okay. Offer time."

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Your Escape to a World of Opulence: Emaar Urban Oasis

Why choose Emaar for residential homes in Gurgaon? Emaar Urban Oasis offers the best in comfort and lifestyle.

Emaar Urban Oasis, a lavish residential home in Gurgaon by Emaar Properties, is set to redefine luxury living in Gurgaon's Sector 62. Spanning a sprawling 20 acres of prime land, this project comprises two towering marvels, each soaring to an impressive 45 floors. These magnificent towers offer an array of opulent 3 and 4 BHK apartments, ranging from 1,800 sq. ft. to a generous 3,000 sq. ft.

Luxurious Living Spaces

Emaar’s new projectis designed to provide the utmost comfort and convenience. These meticulously crafted apartments feature generously spaced, well-ventilated rooms, high-quality finishes, and a host of modern amenities. Moreover, each apartment boasts a private balcony or terrace, affording breath taking views of the surrounding landscape.

Key Features of Emaar Urban Oasis Apartments

Expansive living and dining spaces offer ample room for comfortable living.

Master bedrooms with attached bathrooms and convenient walk-in closets.

Well-appointed kitchens equipped with top-tier appliances for your culinary needs.

Private balconies or terraces provide breath taking, panoramic views of the surroundings.

Modern smart home features, including voice-activated controls and intelligent appliances for enhanced convenience and connectivity.

Emaar Urban Oasis offers a wide range of amenities and facilities for its residents, making it an excellent Emaar new project:

A state-of-the-art clubhouse with a swimming pool, gym, spa, and game room.

A dedicated children's play area for the young ones to frolic in.

Invigorating jogging tracks and serene walking trails for fitness enthusiasts.

Basketball and tennis courts for those who enjoy active lifestyles.

A 24/7 security system to ensure your peace of mind.

In addition to the aforementioned features, Emaar New Project has some special features that make it unique:

Sustainable Design: The project integrates sustainable practices such as rainwater harvesting and solar energy, reducing its environmental footprint while ensuring a greener future.

Lush Green Landscape: Emaar Urban Oasis is enveloped by a lush green landscape, creating an oasis of serenity amidst the city's hustle and bustle. The natural surroundings provide a sanctuary away from the everyday stresses of life.

Prime Location: Situated in the heart of Gurgaon, Emaar Urban Oasis offers unrivalled connectivity to major roads, highways, and public transportation. This prime location ensures you are never far from where you need to be.

Benefits of Living at Emaar Urban Oasis

Living at Emaar Urban Oasis goes beyond just luxurious apartments and world-class amenities, fulfilling the aspirations of those seeking residential homes in Gurgaon:

1. A Sense of Community

Emaar Urban Oasis has been thoughtfully designed to foster a sense of community. Residents have access to various common spaces, including the clubhouse, children's play area, and jogging track, where they can interact, socialise, and form lasting connections with neighbours.

2. A Healthy Lifestyle

This project is all about promoting a healthy lifestyle. With a gym, swimming pool, jogging track, and basketball court right at your doorstep, it encourages an active and health-conscious way of living.

Highlights of the Emaar Urban Oasis project:

Modern 3-Story Clubhouse with Contemporary Amenities: The Emaar Urban Oasis clubhouse has up-to-date facilities such as a swimming pool, gym, spa, game room, and more.

Beautiful Infinity-Edge Swimming Pool: The pool at Emaar Urban Oasis provides lovely views and is an ideal spot to relax on a hot day.

City-Center Location: Emaar Urban Oasis is situated in the heart of Gurgaon, making it convenient for residents to access restaurants, shops, schools, and hospitals.

Voice-Controlled Smart Homes: The apartments at Emaar Urban Oasis are equipped with voice-activated controls and smart appliances for easy home management.

Scenic Landscape Design: The landscape at Emaar Urban Oasis is designed to be picturesque with greenery, water features, and walking paths.

Sustainable and Eco-Friendly: Emaar Urban Oasis is committed to sustainability by incorporating features like rainwater harvesting and solar energy.

Maximum Privacy: Each skyscraper core houses only four apartments, ensuring residents have enough personal space.

Spacious Living and Dining Areas: The apartments at Emaar Urban Oasis offer roomy living and dining spaces, perfect for hosting guests or spending time with family.

Emaar Urban Oasis is not just a residential project; it's a promise of an extraordinary lifestyle. With its prime location, sustainable design, and a plethora of amenities, it redefines luxury living in Gurgaon, making it an excellent choice for those seeking residential homes in Gurgaon. If you seek a life of opulence, convenience, and community, Emaar Urban Oasis is your destination.

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Kalpataru Crest: Elevating Your Bhandup Living Experience to New Heights

Kalpataru Crest

When it comes to finding the perfect home in Bhandup, Kalpataru Crest stands out as a symbol of luxury and comfort. Whether you're in search of a spacious 3BHK flat or a cozy 2BHK flat, this residential complex has something for everyone. In this article, we will delve into the world of Kalpataru Crest, explore its floorplan options, and understand why it ranks among the top choices for homebuyers in Bhandup.

Kalpataru Crest: Your Gateway to Luxury Living

Unparalleled Architecture

Kalpataru Crest boasts a stunning architectural design that sets it apart from the rest. The building's modern aesthetic and thoughtful layout make it a true masterpiece. With meticulous attention to detail, Kalpataru Group has created a Properties in Bhandup that exudes elegance.

 Spacious 3BHK Flats

For those who crave extra space, the 3BHK Flats at Kalpataru Crest are a dream come true. These Spacious Apartments offer ample room for families to grow and thrive. Each unit is designed to maximize natural light and ventilation, creating a welcoming atmosphere that you'll love coming home to.

 Cozy 2BHK Flats

If you're looking for a cozy, yet stylish living space, the 2BHK Flats at Kalpataru Crest are perfect for you. These thoughtfully designed units provide all the comforts of modern living within a compact footprint. Ideal for young professionals and small families, these flats offer convenience without compromise.

World-Class Amenities

Kalpataru Crest doesn't just stop at stunning apartments; it also offers a plethora of world-class amenities. From a state-of-the-art gym to a beautifully landscaped garden, from a swimming pool to a clubhouse for social gatherings, every need and desire is catered to within the complex.

Exploring the Floorplan

Understanding the Floorplan is crucial when choosing your dream home. Kalpataru Crest offers a variety of options, allowing you to pick the one that suits your lifestyle:

 3BHK Floorplan

Master Bedroom: Spacious with an attached bathroom.

Bedroom 2: Comfortable and well-lit.

Bedroom 3: Versatile space, ideal for a home office or guest room.

Living and Dining Area: Open and inviting, perfect for family gatherings.

Kitchen: Modern and efficient.

Balcony: Enjoy the scenic views.

 2BHK Floorplan

Master Bedroom: A cozy retreat.

Bedroom 2: Ideal for children or guests.

Living and Dining Area: Functional and welcoming.

Kitchen: Equipped with modern amenities.

Balcony: A place to relax and unwind.

In conclusion, Kalpataru Crest is more than just a residential complex; it's a lifestyle choice. Whether you're in the market for a 3BHK or a 2BHK flat, this luxurious haven in Bhandup has it all. Its impeccable design, top-notch amenities, and unbeatable location make it a top-ranked choice for anyone looking to make Bhandup their home.

For more information visit our website: https://www.propmart.co/properties/kalpataru-crest/

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Passcode Sequel: A Luxurious Paradise in Mulund

Nestled in the heart of Mulund, Passcode Sequel is a luxurious residential property that epitomizes the perfect blend of contemporary living and timeless elegance. If you've been searching for a dream home that offers not just comfort, but also class, Passcode Sequel's 2BHK and 3BHK floorplans might just be the answer to your housing dreams. In this blog, we'll take you on a virtual tour of this exquisite real estate property and explore its floorplans, leaving you inspired to make this your next home.

Location

One of the key factors that make Passcode Sequel stand out is its prime location. Situated in Mulund, one of Mumbai's most sought-after suburbs, this property offers a tranquil escape from the bustling city while maintaining excellent connectivity to key areas. Whether you need to commute to work, access premium schools, or enjoy leisure activities, Passcode Sequel's location has you covered.

2BHK and 3BHK Floorplans

Passcode Sequel offers an array of floorplans to cater to your specific needs. Let's dive into the details of the 2BHK and 3BHK options:

2BHK Floorplan:

Spacious and well-designed, the 2BHK units in Passcode Sequel are perfect for small families or individuals seeking ample living space.

These units typically include a master bedroom with an attached bathroom, a secondary bedroom, a living room, a kitchen, and a separate dining area.2BHK Flats in Mulund

The layout is thoughtfully planned to maximize natural light and ventilation, ensuring a bright and airy ambiance throughout.

3BHK Floorplan:

The 3BHK units at Passcode Sequel are designed for families looking for more room to grow.

These units feature a luxurious master bedroom with an ensuite bathroom, two additional bedrooms, a spacious living area, a dining room, a modern kitchen, and multiple balconies.

The 3BHK floorplan offers the perfect setting for a comfortable family lifestyle, with abundant space for relaxation and entertainment.

Luxurious Amenities

Passcode Sequel goes above and beyond in providing an array of luxurious amenities to cater to your every need:

Swimming Pool: Enjoy a refreshing swim or simply lounge by the poolside to unwind after a long day.

Fitness Center: Stay in shape at the fully-equipped gym, making fitness a part of your daily routine.

Clubhouse: Host events, parties, or gatherings in the spacious clubhouse that offers a welcoming atmosphere for socializing.

Landscaped Gardens: Passcode Sequel features meticulously landscaped gardens, providing a serene retreat within the properties in Mulund.

Security: Your safety is a top priority, with 24/7 security and surveillance ensuring peace of mind.

Parking: Ample parking spaces are available for both residents and guests, making convenience a priority.

Conclusion

Passcode Sequel in Mulund is not just a property; it's a lifestyle upgrade. With its prime location, thoughtfully designed floorplans, and luxurious amenities, it's a dream come true for those seeking the perfect balance of comfort and sophistication in their lives. Whether you're interested in a 2BHK or a 3BHK unit, Passcode Sequel promises a life of opulence and convenience. Don't miss the opportunity to make this luxurious property your new home. Your dream life waits at Passcode Sequel.

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Silverglades Hightwon Residences New Project Sector 28 Gurgaon

Silverglades Hightown Residences is a best luxury apartment complex in Sector 28, Sushant Lok Phase 1, Gurgaon. It is 5 acres big and has 3 towers with 3 and 4 BHK units. The project is set to be finished in April 2026.

At Silverglades Hightown Residences, the units are big and well-made. They have big windows that let in a lot of natural light and all the features you'd expect in a luxury apartment, such as:

A spacious living and dining area

A fully equipped kitchen

A master bedroom with an attached bathroom

2 or 3 more bedrooms with attached bathrooms

A study

A balcony

A parking space

The complex also has a number of shared amenities, including:

A swimming pool

A gym

A spa

A clubhouse

A playground

A landscaped garden

A security system

The Silverglades Hightown Residences are in one of the best parts of Gurgaon. It is close to NH-8, the Delhi-Gurgaon Expressway, and the Metro Station. It is also near a number of schools, hospitals, and shopping malls.

At Silverglades Hightown Residences, a 3 BHK apartment starts at a price of 4.94 crores. A 4 BHK flat starts at a price of 7.59 crores.

Silverglades Hightown Residences is a great place to look for a luxury apartment in Gurgaon that is also in a good location.

Here are some additional details about the project:

Developer: Silverglades Group

RERA registration number: GGM/406/138/2020/22

Total built-up area: 1.2 million sq. ft.

Total number of apartments: 260

Possession: April 2026

Silverglades Hightown Residences Contact Number +91-8920929372