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Craftsman Dining Room in Boston
Great room - large craftsman medium tone wood floor great room idea with beige walls
#dark hardwood flooring#craftsman furnishings#exposed rafters#kravet#upholstered dining chair#wall art#cabin dining room ideas
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craftsman ✨
#when you set out to build craftsman shells#y'know#something PRACTICAL#for the new pack#that folks will actually use#and then you black out for a minute and 10 hours later you're 2 floors deep into furnishing a craftsMANSION#something just snapped#I realized I'd never really given all the mission / craftsman basegame assets their due#and it's so much fun mixing in eclectic objects from newer packs#idk#will I finish it?#maybe#will I release it?#don't hold your breath 😅#I did manage to build a few smallish craftsman shells before entering this fugue state#whyeverr builds#ts4#craftsman
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Upholstering furniture and restoring Furniture side of tumbler I need your Help. I don't know the right Search terms to find a fabric very much like this/ same type as. Ideally speaking I'd like to find this exact fabric. but yeah.
#furniture#vintage furniture#upholstery#furniture restoration#furniture reupholstery#reupholstery#restoration#Furniture Tumblr#Carpenter#craftsman#crafting#home furnishings
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playing around with the more 'modern' style craftsmen style stuff in the new pack...
left it a little sparsely decorated so some sims could fill it with some of their own stuff 😊
#sims stuff#spent the last few hours decorating/furnishing and zoning out entirely lmao#still trying to get the style of the modern craftsman build-wise idk that's tricky for me I don't do too much 'modern' style building
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#wooden#woodworking#woodwork#carpentry#woodworker#woodshop#woodart#woodcraft#wood#timber#craftsman#carpenter#furnishing#woodworks#woodgrain#woodcarving#woodporn#furniture#dowoodworking#carving#handcrafted#tools#furnituredesign#maker#industrial#home
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Rollo Flamme Guest Room Lines
Tap
If only the students of this academy were just as cleanly as we are.
Hmph. This is still preferable to other boisterous places.
I was just in search of a guide to this campus. Are you available after this?
Trouble
What an uncivilized student! As I thought, I absolutely cannot condone the very presence of this school...!
You must pardon me. I simply cannot overlook any wrongdoing.
Idle
Normal idle lines:
I'll spend some quiet repose here.
Fufufu...
I will learn what I should, and consider it mental nourishment.
Additional lines when their favored theme points are higher than other themes:
Good: Oho, so it seems you also take interest in this sort of interior design.
Great: Heh, I see you have a good sense about you. I can tell just from your funishings.
Excellent: What an utterly comfortable room. I feel as though I could be at ease here.
When Invited
Normal invitation line:
I appreciate your invitation. Apologies that I have not brought a suitable offering.
Additional lines when their favored theme points are higher than other themes:
Good: Is this your room? Allow me to visit for a short while.
Great: I see. This is a wonderful room, rich with history. It seems even Night Raven College has a student who values tradition and elegance. That is an admirable thing.
Excellent: Hm? The furnishing you have here... Wherever did you get your hands on it? These subtle engravings, the delicate finishing touches, this deeply historic motif... Every single bit of it is a work of art. This cannot be anything other than the creation of a master craftsman. Could you consider introducing them to me sometime?
Requested by @raven-at-the-writing-desk.
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A quiet corner off the living room is furnished with a Craftsman chair and desk. The frescoed wall and ceiling treatment is by Christian Granvelle.
The Los Angeles House: Decoration and Design in America's 20th-Century City, 1995
#vintage#vintage interior#1990s#90s#interior design#home decor#living room#desk#Craftsman#furniture#antique#Chinese#sculpture#textile block#Storer house#Frank Lloyd Wright#French doors#prairie#Los Angeles#architecture
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This is unique- the building started out as a local store, but the current owner bought it and converted it into a 1bd, 1ba home in 2020. They're calling it a barn-dominium, but it looks like a shipping container to me. The town of Windsor, SC is a trail riding community and this home comes with horse stables and 1.15 acres of land for only $235K. The interior decor is most unusual.
When you walk thru the front door there are hooks to hang coats on the wall. The bedroom is on the right. You can see the bed right there out in the open.
It's nice, and I guess if there's only 1 bd, there's no need to worry about privacy.
Walk in the front door and there's also the living room.
The living room and kitchen are open concept. Note the architectural salvage columns on the right. There's architectural salvage throughout the house. I love that look and the recycling concept.
The stools are wearing jeans. That's pretty cool. According to the description: Some furnishings, art and decor are negotiable. I would have to ask about those stools.
The kitchen sink.
The kitchen is cute- the cabinets are actually tool chests. You can see the loft above with the wrought iron railing.
They make attractive red and black cabinets.
If you've ever bought a tool chest, you'll know that they're not cheap. I think that this is a clever alternative to cabinetry.
These are Craftsman and they're definitely not cheap. It looks like they put wood counters on top of them
I saw the towel bars and got confused. Is this the bath?
Then I saw the washer & dryer. But, looking at the black metal nook, I realized that's the shower. It's not very deep.
Interesting.
I hadn't noticed the sink on top of the antique mail boxes until this closer photo. That's a bit of architectural salvage- love that so much. I don't see the toilet. I hope it's not a composting situation.
Here we are up in the loft. It's filled with storage, but it's pretty roomy.
Now, we're heading to the stables. So, there's a fenced area for the horses.
It's nice and clean. Room for several horses and it looks roomy.
Looks like there's an office in there.
Large garage/barn.
This must be the hay loft.
There's a road right here alongside the property.
https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/683-Windsor-Rd-Windsor-SC-29856/316702349_zpid/?
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7 Eucalyptus Lane
Unfurnished 5 bedroom and 4 bathroom Craftsman with detached garage in San Sequoia. The backyard is the one space I furnished with items from Little Campers and Growing Together.
Origin ID: classicaldream
I won't be uploading tray files.
Requires Harrie-CC's Coastal Collections Part I & II and Brownstone Collection for windows, doors, and siding to appear the same as in previews. I also used Felix Andre's new Chateau stairs for the exterior, but they aren't necessary. TOOL was used to place the fence and I cannot guarantee it will place with the lot.
Tag me if you use it, I'd love to see what you do with the place!
I hope you enjoy this build!
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8 HOPEWELL DRIVE, SAN SEQUOIA
Craftsman family home :) You can check out the floor plan and additional pictures on my insta : dvrthmol
Origin ID: dvrthmol
Download: on the gallery or https://simfileshare.net/download/4185504/
TOU: Please do not re-upload my content (Gallery, external download, etc). This includes edits, renos, furnishing, etc.
**Please make sure you have moveobjects on (ctrl + C, type in testingcheats true then click enter, type in bb.moveobjects on then click enter)**
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🏡 Cozy Craftsman - 2 BR / 2 BA
A medium-sized craftsman home furnished for 3 sims with an open floor plan and a fire place. An unfurnished version was previously uploaded as 40 Oak Street in my Oak Street Collection.
Details:
2x2 (20x20 tiles)
Price: $52,145
Packs required:
EPs: University, Nightlife, Open for Business, Pets, Seasons, Bon Voyage, Free Time, Apartment Life
SPs: Kitchen and Bath Interior Design, Teen Style, Mansion & Garden, H&M Fashion, IKEA Home,
CC Used:
Honeywell Bespoke Build Set
Honeywell Interior Wall Collection
Counter Recolors
Overhead Cabinets (Epikouros Counter)
Stair Wall Fix
Download (SFS)
Download (MEGA)
#sims 2 builds#sims 2 build#s2cc#sims 2 residential#sims 2 house#ts2#simblr#sims 2 apartments#sims 2#the sims 2
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Hey! I uploaded a ton of lots to the gallery today (id: gladlypants) Some were recent builds I was doing while I was waiting for GT, some I just furnished today, some I built last summer before HSY released and forgot about, and then vault Cleo’s grandparents’ house. I had a lot of fun practicing building over the last few weeks! :)
It’ll take me a bit to get all of these tray files up, will have to go back and take interior screenshots and all that. There are names of each and short descriptions under the cut, numbered like the screenshots, cuz I just felt like talking about em, and gallery images suck. I’ve playtested most of these at some point, except Charles E. Cheese’s, the shells, and the Batchelder house.
Lmk if you want any of these now for your new pack gameplay and I’ll shoot you a temporary dl.
1. Charles E. Cheese’s - Heavily branded for the feline version of Chuck, Charles! It’s a restaurant and I haven’t playtested it, sorryyyy, but I don’t foresee any issues. There’s a pizza vendor kiosk inside too if you want to change the lot type or have typical Dine Out problems. Intended as a kind of party space for kids. The upstairs feels a little chaotic to me but maybe not idk. ♥
2. Raymond’s Noodles - A little local noodle restaurant I built for a sim named Raymond I was playing in a recent rotation save. It’s small and cute. ♥
3. The Schneider House - a big ol’ traditional style Windenburg house. I was also playing a household on this lot, and I really loved it!
4. Batchelder Craftsman - I love the style of this house. Named for Batchelder tiles, which I am pretending this one has throughout! (reference)
5. Gray 2 Story Craftsman - The household I played the most in my rotation lived in this house and I love the layout, so it’s probably my favorite of the Craftsman shells I built, even if it is a little plain looking on the outside. It has an awesome, huge main bedroom suite!
6. Green Family Craftsman - f*ck those rooves. This one has a a sunroom and a bedroom for grandparents/stay-overs. (reference)
7. Blue Craftsman - Built this one like a house my sister-in-law lived in here for a long time, it’s a common style and layout in older neighborhoods where I live.
8. Black Victorian Shell - It’s supposed to a small detached row house. I built it with the idea of using it for renting to roommates but you can use it however you like obviously.
9. Cleo’s Grandparents’ House - a desert mcm! Still has the camper in the yard that Cleo + Devon lived in before they got locked in the vault.
10. Single Mom House - I built this for one of my gallery households, who is a single mother and teenage daughter. It’s a little shabby, with some craftsman features and some Hispanic decor for them.
11. The LaFollette House - also built for one of my gallery families, a single military dad and his two daughters. I intended this one to be the same as the Single Mom house, but remodeled to be more modern and spacious.
12. The Gilbert House - for a gallery household, it’s a little retro inside!
13. Split Level Family Home - also for a gallery household, this one has very feminine style decor, except for one of the bedrooms for a teen, and a huge unfinished basement (just walls.)
^^ Also this “Colorful Craftsman Shell” that I forgot about and don’t think I’ll get around to furnishing/finishing it anytime soon. It has a bonus attic room. You’ll need to move the back door, place it on a bigger lot, or lower the foundation because I didn’t leave space for steps there.
And a big modern “apartment building” with one furnished unit and a gym and indoor pool downstairs, which is kind of unfinished but idk if I’ll get back to it.
Sorry for the wall of text, thank you if you read it all. ♥
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The Country Doctor, Chapter 1: A Fresh Start
Pairing: Dr. Leonard “Bones” McCoy x F!Reader (eventual). Other Characters are the usual suspects: Jim Kirk, Nyota Uhura. Spock, Montgomery Scott, Hikaru Sulu, Pavel Chekov (to be introduced in later chapters.) OMC's Travis Myers and Miles Cooper.
Word Count: 4530
Warnings: Divorce, break-up, ruthless businessmen, mentions of infidelity, but mostly fluffy (for now)
Summary: Fresh off of his divorce, Dr. McCoy receives word that he has inherited a 5,000-acre farm and home in Logan, Montana. Finally, he has an opportunity for a clean slate and to start his own clinic out west and leave his ex-wife behind. Along the way, he'll meet a cast of unique characters, each with a place in his new small-town life. But there could be trouble ahead in the form of a powerful CEO hell-bent on acquiring Leonard's property by any means necessary.
A/N: This idea was posted by @hailbop1701, with a specific list of plot points/dialog to be included. I won't put the list here, because it'll give away too much. Not sure how many parts there'll be, but I hope you like where I take the story.
A/N 2: If you’ve been tagged here, it’s because you’ve interacted one or more times on a McCoy story of mine, or we’re moots. Whether you like or reblog, I am eternally grateful for your support. If anyone else would like to be tagged on any future Karl Urban character postings, or would rather leave the Crazy Train, please let me know. Thank you, and enjoy the show!
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"Court is adjourned."
That was the declaration eight weeks ago, when Dr. Leonard H. McCoy sat at a table with his attorney in the Fulton County Courthouse in Atlanta, Georgia. The Honorable Judge Michael Simmons had just pounded his gavel on the bench to signify an end to the McCoy v. McCoy divorce proceedings. Unfortunately, his now-ex-wife, Jocelyn, had the better attorney, which resulted in a somewhat less-than-equitable division of their assets.
At least Leonard was able to keep his vintage pickup truck and the 4-bedroom, 2 bath, ranch-style home he had lived in with Jocelyn. She basically got everything else in the settlement, though, including most of the furniture. She didn't technically need the furniture, since she was moving in with her new boyfriend. However, he had a rental property that needed furnishings, so that's where they went.
Two weeks after the divorce was finalized, Leonard received correspondence from a law firm in Montana, with a request for his presence. The letter did not specify the reason for the request, and when he called the law office, no one was authorized to divulge any information. He didn't want to find himself on the wrong side of the law and besides, he was more than a little curious. Luckily, the law firm had a satellite office in Atlanta, so that's where he attended the meeting.
An hour or so after the meeting ended, a slightly dazed Leonard walked out of the attorney's office with a file folder and a property deed in his hand. The meeting was for the reading of the will for his distant uncle, Walter McCoy. Around 5,000 acres of land in Montana along with an old craftsman-style farmhouse were bequeathed to him to do with as he pleased. There were also various outbuildings on the property, such as a machine shed, a barn with a hay loft, and horse stables.
He had options. There was an Eastern conglomerate, NorthStar Corp, that was willing to pay a more than fair price to buy it from him, lock, stock, and barrel. With what they were offering, Leonard wouldn't have to worry about money for the foreseeable future, if ever. Or, he could make the break from Georgia and his ex-wife with her boy-toy to make a go of it in Logan, Montana. Although Leonard wanted to stay near his mother, Eleanora, he had to consider that this was his chance to start over somewhere else.
When he told his best friend, James T. Kirk, about his inheritance, Jim could hardly contain his excitement. He considered it to be the start to a great adventure and was more than willing to accompany Leonard.
Jim had no family ties to speak of, preferring to live a sort of nomadic existence. He even offered to take turns driving the moving truck the 1,900 or so miles to Montana. "Good music, good snacks, and good company are all we need to get us to our destination, Bones," Kirk told him with a wide grin.
The more Leonard thought about it, the more he warmed up to the idea of starting somewhere new. A place where he wouldn't have to worry about running into someone who knew about the divorce and wouldn't hesitate to share an opinion about it. So, with Jim's help, he cleared his house out of any remaining items, put them in storage, then contacted a realtor to list it for sale.
After only a few showings, a deal was quickly closed, with a $30,000.00 profit in his bank account to show for it. Leonard and Jim loaded up his remaining possessions into the moving van, hooked up a car trailer with Leonard's pickup truck on it, and headed west to Montana. The pair made a few stops along the way, renting a hotel room to rest for the night before hitting the road again the next morning.
The more miles Leonard put behind him, the more comfortable and free he felt with his decision. He wasn't too keen on leaving his mother behind, but she assured him that she would be fine, even encouraged him to take this leap. He made a note to send her a plane ticket so she could visit once he got settled.
Nearly four days and more than 1,900 miles later, Leonard turned into the gravel driveway that led to his new home. It was a charcoal gray with white trim craftsman-style farmhouse with a tall, red brick chimney on one side. The wooden wrap-around porch was accented with white, tapered columns, set on top of the slotted railing framing the area. He appreciated the large windows, which would bring in a good amount of natural light, as well as soft breezes on lazy summer days.
"Well? Is it everything you expected?" Jim asked.
"I didn't exactly know what to expect, Jim. I don't even remember either of my parents ever mentioning an 'Uncle Walter McCoy'. He isn't someone I knew well enough for him to leave me something like this, but I'll do my best to make the most of it. From what I've seen so far, though, at least the outside looks fine," Leonard replied.
"That's the spirit, Bones! Let's go have a look at the grounds, then inside the house. After that, we can start unloading your stuff," Jim grinned as he scrambled out of the truck.
Leonard stepped down from the driver's seat and closed the door. "Sure, Jim. Why not," he muttered to himself. He fished the house keys out of his pocket on his way up the porch steps. The front door was made of solid oak with a dark finish and leaded glass panels arranged in a geometric design. He inserted the key into the lock and tilted his head back. "Here goes nothin', I guess," he murmured, pushing the door open.
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At just after 2:00pm, you stopped by the post office to retrieve your mail that had piled up over the last couple of days. Before you left, you strolled up to the counter to chat with your best friend, Nyota Uhura. Her shift was almost over, so she suggested the two of you meet for coffee and a snack at the Java Station Café on Main Street.
While you waited for her at the café, you thought about how you met her and what brought you back to Logan, Montana. Your now-ex-boyfriend, Travis Myers, had convinced you to move with him from Logan to Bozeman. He'd landed a lucrative position as in-house counsel for a large and powerful corporation. You found work at a tech company doing data entry work for a medical office. Not too terribly taxing nor was it what you wanted for a career, but it paid well.
Around the six-month mark of living together in the big city, Travis started coming home later and later in the evening. Missed date nights and other outings were becoming more frequent, with him coming to bed late and leaving before you woke up. Whenever you tried to talk to him about it, he always chalked it up to working late on a big case or project, so you let it go.
The last straw was when the two of you were supposed to meet a few of your friends for dinner. Since he was late picking you up from home, you asked one of them to drive you to the restaurant. From the lobby, you called Travis and told him to meet you there.
Just before you said your goodbyes, you heard, "Come back to bed, baby, I'm cold" in a woman's voice. You were furious, demanding to know who the woman was and how long he had been seeing her. After first denying everything, he ultimately confessed it was his assistant and it had been going on for about six weeks. You felt your world collapsing around you at his admission. Dinner was forgotten while your friends drove you back to the apartment to pack up your belongings.
You couch-surfed for about a month before finding an apartment back in Logan, where you had previously lived with your parents. Because Travis paid for most of the expenses such as rent and utilities, you were able to save up quite a nest egg to cover your new living situation. However, you weren't sure how much longer your savings would hold out, so you decided to look for a job to make ends meet.
The bell above the door tinkled, and Nyota rushed over to your table. After a brief hug, you both sat down and waited for your server to appear and take your order. Uhura was practically vibrating with energy, which meant she had something exciting to share. A few minutes later, with your order submitted, she spilled her secret.
"You'll never guess what happened today!" she exclaimed. "Two men came in today to file a change of address card."
You snorted. "That sounds like something that happens every day around here, Nyota, not that interesting. You're nearly jumping out of your skin about this. What is so compelling about them that has you barely able to sit still long enough to tell me?"
Uhura made a face at you to show her displeasure. "If you can keep from insulting me, I'll tell you," she pouted. You held up your hands in surrender as her cue to continue. "They moved here from Georgia, and one of them has the most tantalizing Southern accent. They were both tall, one blond hair with striking blue eyes, and the other dark hair and hazel eyes. He seemed a little grumpy at first, but Blue Eyes was the more charming of the two," she explained.
"Did you get a look at their new address, the one here?" you asked.
"The one with dark hair listed his name as Dr. Leonard H. McCoy, and his address matched the one for Walter McCoy's place," she replied.
Now she had your attention. Every so often, you drove by the farm, wishing you lived there instead of your small, one-bedroom apartment. You had thoughts about what it would be like to buy the place one day so you could fix it up and return it to some of its old glory. You'd heard through the grapevine that the owner passed away a few months back. It was also mentioned that ownership would pass to his only other living relative.
"I've always thought about that place, what it looks like inside, how I would spruce it up. Wait a minute, did you say Doctor McCoy?" you squeaked.
"And her brain has finally caught up with her mouth," Uhura joked. "I was wondering when you'd catch on to that tidbit of information. That house has a separate office space, ideal for treating patients. Word travels fast in this town, and once folks get to know there's a doctor in town again, Dr. McCoy is bound to need help. You know, with paperwork or coordinating treatment of his patients. Know anyone with those kind of skills?" she grinned.
In addition to your data entry job, you had acquired some basic medical training. The town had a couple of paramedics within the Volunteer Fire Department for the more serious cases. For now, it was enough, but it would be nice for the vacancy to be filled, especially by a handsome doctor. "Hmm. Maybe I should head out that way, introduce myself, see if he needs any help." Beg him for a job, you silently added.
"That's the spirit! If you're done with your coffee, we should drive out there and check things out. You in?" she held out her hand for you to shake.
After draining the last of your cappuccino, you nodded and shook her hand. "I'm all in," you declared.
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Leonard and Jim wandered the property, taking in the condition and contents of the outbuildings. Many of the machines and tools were left behind. They noted which items were and were not still functional, to determine what could be easily returned to service or sold for parts. The good news was, the buildings themselves were structurally sound, although at least in need of a new outer coat of paint.
As for the house itself, Leonard was pleased to find a side entrance that led to an office, set apart from the main house. It was perfect for starting his clinic, with a small area that could function as a waiting room, and enough space for a reception desk. He made a note to check in town for a secondhand store to pick up a desk, some chairs and other furnishings.
Jim joked and told him that all he needed now was a pretty receptionist who could also perform nursing duties. Leonard glared at him in response, reminding him that after the way divorce went, he wasn't at all interested in dating. "Just doctorin'," he affirmed. "Maybe fishin', if the winds are just right," he added with a smirk.
A tour of the home's interior revealed hardwood flooring in the bedrooms and living room, while ceramic tiles covered the floor in the eat-in kitchen. There was a separate dining room space between the kitchen and living room. The centerpiece of the living room was a fireplace made with gray bricks and had a dark wooden mantle above it.
Before his arrival, Leonard contacted the utilities and asked for them to be turned on and transferred into his name. That gave Leonard and Jim a chance to determine what worked and what needed repaired. For the most part, the electrical system was in good working order, except for a few outlets that may need replaced or updated.
The water situation was another story. At first, when Jim turned on the high-arching faucet in the kitchen, the white farmhouse sink reflected a light brownish tint to the water. The pedestal sink and clawfoot tub in the main bathroom, plus the sinks in the half-baths were the same shade of brown. However, the more they let the water run, the clearer it became, which helped ease their minds a bit.
Leonard walked back out to the porch to make a mental list of what he'd need to bring the old house back to life and working order. The hardwood floors were in good condition, though they could use a bit of polish applied to them. There were a few non-working electrical outlets that would need an electrician's expertise to chase down the problem. In the bedrooms, there were spots where the wallpaper was peeling away from the wall. Not exactly a fan of wallpaper, Leonard decided it would be better to tear it all down and paint instead.
Overall, the pluses outweighed the minuses, such as the updated appliances in the kitchen and quartz countertops. Leonard could definitely see himself cooking up a Sunday dinner of his mother's chicken and dumplings with a peach cobbler. As an avid reader, he also loved the built-in bookshelves to showcase his personal library of classics. And the side-door entrance to the office space provided a break between his professional life and his personal life.
Jim joined him out on the porch and gazed out over the mature trees that dotted the property. "So now that you've taken the grand tour, what do you think, Bones?"
Leonard thought for a moment before answering. "Think I'm gonna like it here. Let's start unloading the truck," he directed. "Good thing we hit those consignment shops on the way here, or you wouldn't have a bed to sleep in," he jested.
Jim was about to unlatch the door on the moving truck when he noticed a car turning into the driveway. "Welcoming Committee?" he wondered. Leonard shook his head and rolled his eyes while he walked over to stand next to Jim. They both watched as the car rolled to a stop near the front of the truck.
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The drive to the McCoy place only took about twenty minutes, which you spent silently reviewing your qualifications. Uhura could tell you were worried about making a good impression, which she was sure you would. She told you not to worry about it, that you were the best candidate for the job, if Dr. McCoy was hiring. "What if he's not hiring, though?" you asked.
"Then we'll have to convince him that he'll need your help, being the only doc in town. There really is no way around it, he will require an assistant," she reasoned. Her response sounded logical, so you accepted it and kept driving out to meet your prospective employer.
Soon your car was pulling into the driveway, where a large moving truck was parked. Upon seeing the two men standing to one side, you had to admit that Uhura was right. They were both strikingly handsome men. The dark-aired man carried a stern look on his face and his arms were crossed over his chest. The blond seemed a little more easygoing, self-assured, bordering on cocky, as if he knew what a good-looking man he was.
As you exited your vehicle, the men had started walking in your direction. "You ladies lost or somethin'?" the dark-haired man drawled. Ohhhh, that accent was enough to make you weak in the knees, you thought. You held on to your open door for balance.
"Yeah, can we help you?" the blond man wondered with a smirk.
When your brain finally rebooted, you responded, "Actually, we were hoping to be of assistance to you, since you're new in town." At this, you introduced the two of you and learned that the blond was James T. Kirk, or "Jim" he offered with a waggle of his eyebrows. His grumpy companion with the dark hair was the Dr. Leonard H. McCoy who now owned the property.
"I think we can manage fine with just the two of us. Good day, la--" Leonard was interrupted by Jim, who pulled him aside.
"Wait a minute, Bones, let's not be too hasty. I mean, these are a couple of gorgeous women who showed up out of nowhere to see us," Jim pointed out. "It wouldn't hurt to hear what they had to say, now would it?"
Leonard pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed in exasperation. He was here to be a physician, to take care of people who need help, not dip a toe in the dating pool. When he looked up, he noticed that Jim had left his side and was talking to Uhura, while you had stepped up in his place.
"Excuse me, Dr. McCoy? I understand that my friend and I just turned up unannounced on your doorstep, and you don't know anything about us. But this is a pretty small town, and I should tell you, it won't take long for people to learn that we have a new physician to replace old Doc Thomas. Therefore, I'm offering you my services. I have some basic medical training, and I used to do data entry for a medical company back in Bozeman," you explained.
"Bozeman? Why on earth would you ever leave there to live here? Not to say that what I've seen so far of Logan isn't simply charming," Leonard added with more than a hint of sarcasm.
"I'll be glad to share that little tidbit of information once we've gotten used to working together," you shot back. "By hiring me, you'll have a well-organized appointment calendar, along with accurate patient files. You'll also have someone who knows how to take and record vitals, which leaves you free to do the doctorin'. So, do we have a deal?" you asked, your hand outstretched.
Leonard took a moment to consider your offer, bold though it was. He had to concede that in a town of this size, word would get around about a new physician and spread like wildfire. He'd probably end up with a huge influx of patients. Even if it was only at first, he might become easily overwhelmed. Patient care was of the utmost importance to him, and if you could make things easier for him, who was he to reject such a proposition?
His lack of response translated to you as a decline of your offer of assistance. As you started to withdraw your hand, he quickly grabbed it and clasped it between his own. "Whoa, hold on there just a minute. All right, you have a deal, but we'll do this as a trial run. A three-month probationary period, take it or leave it," he bartered, fighting the urge to smile.
"Thank you, Dr. McCoy! Three months? That'll be more than enough time for you to decide you can't live without me! In-in the office, I mean," you clarified.
Leonard couldn't help but smile at your blunder. "All right, now that we have that settled, I hope you'll excuse me and Casanova over there with your friend. We have a lot to unload, and I'd like to sleep in my own bed tonight rather than the couch," he stated.
"We can help, if that's okay with you? With four sets of hands, we can be done in no time. Besides, I've always been kind of curious about what the inside of your house looks like," you admitted.
You are one interesting woman, Leonard thought to himself. "Okay, let's get started then. Once we get everything out of the truck, I'll take you on the nickel tour," he winked. He whistled to get Jim's and Uhura's attention, then opened up the back of the truck.
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"There, I think that's the last of it," Leonard declared after he removed the final box from the moving truck and placed it on the lawn. He jumped up to grab the leather strap, then pulled down the rolling door until it was flush with the deck. He latched and locked the door, picked up the box, and brought it into his new home.
Jim and Uhura had taken your car into town to pick up something for dinner, which left you alone with Leonard. During the unloading, you didn't get much of a chance to stop and look around. But now that most of the heavy lifting was done, you seized the opportunity to take in your surroundings.
You were so caught up in admiring the home's features that you didn't hear Dr. McCoy slide up next to you. "If you have your nickel, I'm ready to start the tour," he grinned. You dug in your pocket, which luckily contained the right coin for the price of your ticket. "Ready when you are, Dr. McCoy," you replied, handing over the 5 cents.
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Video Conference Call -- Bozeman, Montana
Travis checked his watch to see that he had another ten minutes before his conference call was scheduled to start. He opened the blue file folder in front of him, which was sent from his employer regarding a property they wanted to acquire in Logan, Montana. He sat back in his chair as he thought about how you'd moved there after breaking up with him. Before he could stroll any further down Memory Lane, his alarm beeped to let him know it was time to start the call.
"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen," Travis greeted. He could see the CEO, Miles Cooper, at the head of the table, surrounded by other members of NorthStar Corp's Board of Executives.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Myers. I see you have the file in front of you, so let's begin. We understand that the principal owner of the McCoy property has passed away. As such, we want to move forward and make the new owner an offer to purchase the parcel of land and whatever's on it. The house, barn, stables--everything, down to the last shingle," Mr. Cooper explained.
"My source tells me that the new owner drove all the way from Atlanta, Georgia to check out the property. He is also a doctor, and the town has been without one since the last one died. In my opinion, this could present a problem. He may decide to stay and 'hang out his shingle', as it were," Travis pointed out.
Mr. Cooper leaned back in his chair and rested his steepled index fingers on his chin as he contemplated his next move. As he considered this new development, conversation buzzed around him among the other executives. According to one of the scientific reports he received, there were plenty of reasons for encouraging the good doctor to sell.
The report mentioned the discovery of several veins of copper and silver running beneath the surface. The financial gains from mining those resources would more than cover the initial investment paid to acquire the property. Whether the new owner was aware of these precious metals was unknown, but Cooper needed to act fast before the doctor learned of their existence.
With a wave of his hand, silence returned to the board room as Mr. Cooper had made a decision. "Mr. Myers, I suggest you do your best to convince Dr. McCoy to sell the property to us. I will have a new purchase offer drawn up that's more than fair, and you should strongly encourage him to accept it."
Travis carefully considered Mr. Cooper's words that carried the barest hint of a threat behind them. "Sir, I will present your offer; however, we should be prepared for him to turn it down and decide to become the town's doctor."
"You worry about getting a signature on that purchase agreement, Myers, and I will worry about whether or not a contingency plan will be needed. Before the previous owner's death, this was a working farm, right? Lots of tools, machinery? Farming is considered to be one of the most dangerous professions, you know. Accidents can and do happen. It would be unfortunate if an accident should befall the good Dr. McCoy," Mr. Cooper replied darkly.
There was no mistake in Mr. Cooper's intent this time. "Absolutely, sir. I will find a way to present your offer that will make it difficult if not impossible to decline it."
Mr. Cooper's eyes brightened and a smile graced his face. "Excellent, Myers, I knew I could count on you. I'll send that new offer over to you as soon as I have it and we'll go from there," he stated. "I appreciate your cooperation, Myers, I certainly won't forget it."
"And thank you, Sir. I welcome this opportunity, and I will not let you down," Travis concluded.
"Let us hope not, Myers. I'd hate for you to experience any....negative fallout, should you be unable to close this deal," Mr. Cooper remarked ominously before disconnecting the call.
Travis relaxed in his chair and began to formulate a plan in his mind. A sly grin crept across his face as he thought of the perfect way to get an inside look into the doctor's life.
Of course, it involved a trip to Logan and should he happen to run into you, so much the better. For him, anyway. Though there was a near 100% chance that you would want nothing to do with him. If that was the case, his plan may be a bust before it even gets started.
Especially after the way things ended between you discovering his infidelity. For that reason alone, it was likely your walls of protection against him and his crap were nearly guaranteed to be sky-high. But it was a chance he was willing to take, because he did not want to disappoint his client. Something told him that with a failure of this magnitude, Mr. Cooper was capable of making his life a living hell.
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Dad's Best Friend!Dilf!Bo Sinclair x AFAB!Reader
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Part 1 Part 2
Smut & fluff, age gap, dad's best friend, fingering, oral, dirty talk & praise, soft orgasm denial, very mild alcohol use by Bo & reader, reader is referred to as darlin', baby girl, pretty, and lady at one point
Alright who wants a weekend sleepover date with Bo Sinclair? Everybody? I thought so. He's gonna take real good care of you, darlin', don't you worry.
I just have to say, I'm thrilled so many people love this AU as much as I do. I did not intend on it becoming an ongoing thing but it's honestly such a pleasant and comforting headspace for me to be in and I'm so happy it seems to be the same for many of you. Also dilf!Bo is the soft dom we all deserve you can't change my mind.
Despite Bo’s instructions, you did pack clothes. It took no convincing for your parents to wish you well on your weekend trip. You felt a little guilty for lying to them, but the prospect of them finding out the truth was infinitely worse.
In less than an hour you were in the car on your way to Bo’s place just a few miles away, flush with anticipation. His house was a cozy, blue-and-white craftsman with a well-kept lawn and thriving flowerbeds. Per his instructions, you pulled your car around to the four-car garage in the back, typed in the code he had texted you and secreted your car inside. With your overnight bag on your shoulder, you climbed the front steps and knocked on the door.
“‘S open, darlin’!”
You let yourself in, set your bag down on the couch in the front room and wandered down a short hall to a split kitchen and living room. Many of the furnishings seemed to be antiques, smooth dark wood and worn leather. Music played from a speaker on the counter and Bo was busy chopping vegetables.
“Hey stranger.” You rounded the kitchen island and kissed him.
“What took you so damn long?”
“I was just asking my dad if he needed me to pick anything up from you while I’m here. I think you borrowed a drill one time? Just wanted to see if he wanted it back.”
Bo pointed the knife at you. “For the record, you ain’t funny, and he borrowed the drill from me.”
“So now you’re drilling me, is that it?”
“Alright, maybe you’re a little funny.”
“Do you need any help?”
“I need you to sit that fine ass down and let me concentrate.”
You obliged, perching on one of the barstools on the opposite side of the island, examining the intricacies of his bare arms as he worked. You felt a little nervous and weren’t sure why. Perhaps it was the sudden intimacy of seeing him in his own space, of being a guest in his home. “What’re you making?”
“Jambalaya, since you seem to like the taste of Louisiana so much.” He winked at you. “Now I am no chef, but y’all are incapable of makin’ decent Southern food out here, so I had to teach myself a few things.”
“It smells delicious.”
“That’s just onions, peppers, and celery, darlin’, welcome to Southern cuisine.”
You spun your stool around to examine the living room. There were a lot of framed sketches on the walls, ranging in dimension from the size of a postcard to almost half your height. “Do you draw?”
“Nah, that’s my brother, Vincent.”
“He did all these?”
“Mmhm.”
You hopped down and moved closer to inspect a few of them. They were simple, almost abstract, with just enough detail to evoke emotion, memory. “They’re really beautifully done.”
“He’s an artist.”
There were dozens of sketches but hardly any photos. You studied one in particular, featuring a much younger Bo, a shorter man with a broad grin, and a third man with long, dark hair covering half of his face. The uncovered half was remarkably familiar.
“Are you a twin?”
“Yup. That’s me on the left, Vin on the right, and our kid brother Lester in the middle.”
“Do they live around here?”
“No. We’re all scattered to the wind.” His tone was flat, not unfriendly, but guarded. Maybe a little sad.
Today was not the day to disturb those particular skeletons. You moved around the room, exploring the bookshelf stuffed with mass market paperback copies of horror thrillers, the shotgun hanging above the fireplace, a beautiful chess set on the coffee table with pieces that looked hand-carved.
“Did Vincent make this too?”
“That was Lester. The pieces are bone.”
“Really? That’s so cool.”
“He’s a crafty one.”
“I don’t know how to play chess.”
“That makes two of us, darlin’. Les may be crafty, but he ain’t always practical.”
You laughed. “Maybe we can learn.” Returning to the kitchen, you put your hands on his waist, pressed yourself against his back. “You have a very nice home. Thank you for letting me visit.”
“Anytime, baby girl, you’re always welcome.”
“You have a very nice ass too.”
“‘S all yours, sugar.”
You tucked your hands into the waistband of his jeans. “Are you sure you don’t need any help?”
“I need you to quit distractin’ me so we can eat today. Why don’t you open that up?” He handed you a corkscrew and indicated a bottle of wine on the counter. You poured a glass for yourself and one for him. Bo took a sip and shooed you back to your barstool. “Tell me about school.”
He listened attentively as you described your degree, your favorite classes, the weird guy who always tied everything into the Divine Comedy no matter what the subject was. He asked you questions and you taught him some of the finer points of your particular interests. Before long, the food was ready.
It was, of course, wonderful, and after dinner you curled up with him on the couch, your legs stretched across his, the summer evening sun bright and golden through the windows. You looked around at the room and when your gaze wandered back to Bo, you found him staring at you wearing a lopsided smile.
“I can’t believe you’re here with me, darlin’.” He squeezed your thigh. “Musta done somethin’ real good in a past life to deserve a moment like this.”
You slipped your small hand into his big, rough one, scooted closer so you were practically in his lap. “Lucky I came home for the summer.”
“Lucky they kicked me outta the boondocks and I ended up in the suburbs fixin’ your daddy’s truck.”
You laughed. “Why did you leave Louisiana?”
His smile didn’t fade, but it shifted, became wistful. “Sometimes, you ain’t got no choice but to burn everythin’ down and start over.” He looked at you knowingly. “There’s a lotta ghosts in Louisiana, darlin’. I pray you never meet any of ‘em but me.”
“What about your brothers, do I ever get to meet them?”
“Sure, at the weddin’.” You choked on your wine and Bo laughed. “I’m just kiddin’. Not even a sweet thing like you can make an honest man outta me. Yeah, I s’pose I’d introduce you, if they were ever in town.”
“Are either of them still in Louisiana?”
“Nah. There wasn’t nothin’ left there for any one of us.” His grip tightened on your hand. Your eyes settled on the thick band of scar tissue surrounding his wrist, same as the one on his other arm. You had noticed them before, hadn’t wanted to comment on it. He rolled a mouthful of wine around his tongue before saying, “Go ahead, darlin’, you can ask.”
“I don’t need to.” You shook your head. “Someone hurt you, I don’t need to know any more.” He turned his hand palm-up on your lap and you ran your fingers gently over the marks.
“I used to think that was the way o’ the world,” he said. “Someone hurts you, you hurt someone else, and on we go, destroyin’ each other.”
“What do you think now?”
He looked thoughtful. “I think life is more about buildin’. I think the world is a dark and terrible place full o’ dark and terrible people, and if you find somethin’ bright and beautiful, you do everythin’ in your power to keep it safe.”
You furrowed your brow, regarded him carefully. “You’ve hurt people.”
You watched the shadows flicker across his face, the way his eyes hardened. He smiled coolly at you, flipped his hand back over, rubbed his thumb across your knee. “I most certainly have, darlin’. And there’s somethin’ about ghosts, they never stay put where you want ‘em to.” His smile faded and he looked at you seriously. “I will never hurt you. I promise you that.”
“I’m not scared of you.”
He bit his tongue behind his lips. “You should be, darlin’. You prob’ly should be.”
You set your wine on the coffee table, took his and placed it there too, adjusted your position and pulled him over so he was lying with his head on your chest. He leaned into you without resistance. You wrapped your arms and legs around him, rested your cheek against his brow, said nothing because you weren’t sure there was anything you could say that he would believe. You hoped it would be enough to hold him against your heart, that maybe he would take the hint.
Finally you ventured, “You’re bright and beautiful. To me.”
Bo looked up at you sideways, his devastating baby blues dancing with amusement and something else you couldn’t quite catch. “You gonna keep me safe, huh?”
“Absolutely.”
“How are you s’posed to do that when you keep leadin’ me into temptation every time I turn around?”
“That’s the trick,” you said. “You can’t get into any trouble if I never let you leave the bedroom.”
Bo chuckled as he sat up and kissed you, pressing his tongue delicately against yours. “You wanna come see my bedroom?”
“I would love to.”
He helped you to your feet, led you down a short hallway and into his room. The bed was king-sized with a big wooden headboard. A sizeable dresser stood against one wall, an armchair in the corner. The focal point of the room was undeniably a large art piece hanging above the dresser, nearly four feet long, an asymmetrical geometric pattern formed by pieces of wood slotted together. “Did you make this?”
“That I did. I like woodworkin’.”
“It’s amazing, how long did it take?”
“Oh, five minutes.”
You elbowed him in the ribs. On the wall near the armchair hung three more of Vincent’s sketches, all curves and contours, tasteful representations of the female body in compromising positions. “Bo Sinclair.”
“Yes dear.”
“You have porn on your wall.”
“Take off your clothes and I’ll have porn in that bed too.”
You couldn’t keep the grin off your face. “They’re beautiful.”
“You ain’t listenin’ to me, why you still dressed?”
You turned around right into his open arms. “I want you to do it.”
He huffed. “I gotta do everythin’ ‘round here.”
“Alright, alright, I’ll do it.” You pushed him away lightly.
Bo sat on the edge of the bed. “I’m expectin’ a show.”
“Didn’t you get enough of a show this afternoon?”
He smirked. “I never get enough o’ you, baby.”
Slowly, you undid the buttons on your shirt. He made an approving noise, leaned back for a better view. When you shrugged off the shirt and allowed him a full view of the lacey, front-fastening bra you had on underneath, his eyebrows shot up.
“You wear that for me?”
“Sure did.”
He let out a low whistle. “Do the panties match?”
“Mmhmm.”
Bo licked his bottom lip. “Show me.”
You unbuttoned your shorts, pushed them down your thighs. The set was a rich teal, stunning against your skin, the fabric translucent. Bo was reaching for you before your shorts hit the ground.
“This ain’t allowed. You keep takin’ my breath away like this and they’re gonna give me an oxygen tank.”
You straddled his lap, hands on his broad shoulders. “Has anyone ever made you cum in this bed?” you teased.
“Just myself thinkin’ about you, angel.”
Your stomach flipped. No one had ever said that to you before. “You don’t bring anyone home?”
“I live a celibate lifestyle.” You made a skeptical face at him. “I don’t like strangers in my house. If they want a piece o’ this they gotta take it where they can get it.” He fell back onto the mattress, bringing you with him. “You can get it anytime, anywhere, baby girl.”
“I want it here now.”
“Anythin’ for you.” He caressed your cheek and you melted on his lips. His hands were rough on the bare skin of your back and thighs but his touch was gentle and warm. Your kisses grew fervent; you groped for the hem of his shirt and pulled it off him, trailing your lips down his neck and chest.
“I want you, Bo, I need you.”
In a flash, he had you on your back, hands pinned above your head. You gasped, arched your back. “Want me so bad, huh?” he murmured, pushing your legs apart with his knee. “Can you do somethin’ for me, baby girl?”
You nodded quickly. “Uh-huh.”
He let go of your wrists and unclasped your bra, opening it up to free your breasts. He circled his tongue around each nipple in turn, drew it up the center of your chest. You threw your head back, moaned, squirmed.
“I need you to tell me if I’m doin’ a good job for you.” He trailed two fingers down your midline, hooked them in the waistband of your panties, pulled the front down to expose your sex for just a moment before letting it snap back into place. “Can you do that for me?”
“Yes,” you gasped.
Bo stood up, stripped off the rest of his clothes, and settled on his knees between your legs. “‘S just you and me. You make all the noise you want, darlin’.” He pushed your panties aside and slid his middle finger into you, eliciting a long, drawn-out groan. “So ready for me, such a needy lil thing.” He stroked the inside of you slowly. “How’s that feel?”
“Good….”
Your focus narrowed to his touch at the exclusion of all else. “You want more?” You nodded. “Use your words, angel.”
“Yes, please.” You whined when he added a second calloused finger.
“I know, darlin’, I know.”
“Bo….”
“You’re doin’ so well for me, moanin’ so pretty.” His thumb rubbed over your clit and you cried out, bucked your hips. “Y’like that?”
“Y-y…yes.”
“Tell me how you feel, baby girl.” He did it again, firmer this time.
“Oh, Bo….”
“Use your words. I know it’s hard.”
“S-so good.”
He rewarded you with a steady, circular rhythm, keeping his fingers pumping in and out of you at the same time. You felt the pressure building deep in your core, canted your hips to push him in deeper.
“What d’you want?” he said softly.
“Mm….”
“You want me to make you cum?” You nodded frantically. “I’m all yours, baby girl, but you gotta tell me what you want.”
“I-I…I wanna cum.”
“I ain’t stoppin’ you, baby.”
“I….” Your thoughts were scrambled, incoherent. “I…want you….”
“I want you too.” A frustrated cry escaped your lips. You were so close. He was holding back. “You’re doin’ so well, darlin’. What d’you want?”
You gulped in a deep breath. “I-I want you…to make me cum.”
“‘Course, baby.” He pushed a third finger into you, shifted the angle of his thumb, knocked you over the edge in seconds. He didn’t even need to ask; you wailed in the pleasure of release at last, felt yourself clenching around his fingers, heard him hmm with satisfaction. “There’s my girl.”
You let out a string of tiny sounds as you came back down and he took his fingers back. He held your gaze as he sucked them clean one at a time. “You did so good for me.” He stretched out next to you on his side, tilted your face toward him and gave you a gentle kiss. “Now…have y’had your fill, or would y’like a little more?”
“More,” you sighed.
“The lady wants more.” He kissed the bridge of your nose. “Happy to oblige, darlin’.” He slipped off your underwear, tossed it on the floor. “I got love to make to you.”
You opened your legs for him and he aligned himself with your entrance, already hard, having worked himself up while he worked you over. Bo thrust into you partway, slowly, grinned at your wanton moan. “Easy, baby.” He watched himself slide all the way into you with a lascivious look on his face. “Look at you takin’ me so well.”
He felt marvelous inside you, filling you up better than his fingers, sending rolling waves of pleasure down your legs and up your body. You grasped his arms, ran your hands over his shoulders, clasped your fingers behind his neck. “You feel perfect, Bo.” He kissed your wrist and lowered his weight on top of you. You locked your ankles around the small of his back and let him sink deeper into you with a gasp. “Fuck.”
With his lips against your ear, he crooned your name over and over. You clawed at his back, breath catching in your throat, feeling a second, rapid build coalescing around his cock as he moved in and out, steady and slow. His teeth nipped at your earlobe and he whispered hoarsely, “You’re mine, darlin’, y’hear? All mine.”
“Yours,” you panted, taking his face in your hands so you could look him in the eyes as you collapsed around him, “all yours, Bo, I’m yours, Bo – ”
He groaned as he climaxed, gripping the sheets, spilling into you, lips parted, expression angelic.
You laced kisses across his chest, ran your hands through his hair as he buried his face in your neck. “You feel good, baby?”
“You ain’t never leavin’ this bedroom,” he mumbled. “Your daddy can come after me with a shotgun, ‘s fine.” You laughed and squeezed him with your legs. He kissed you sweetly, brushed his thumb over your lips. “Lemme show you how the shower works.”
“I think I can figure out a shower.”
“Nah, I gotta show you.”
You followed him to the adjoining bathroom and stepped into the shower with him. He held you close in the spray, resting his chin on your head. The man could not keep his hands off you, insisted on soaping you up, caressing your breasts, your stomach, your hips.
Before you knew it, he was on his knees in front of you, venerating you with his mouth, had you searching for something to support yourself as your legs threatened to collapse underneath you. You ended up clasping your fingers behind his head, holding him against you, trying and failing not to buck your hips into his face when he made you cum for the third time.
“Jesus Christ, Bo,” you said weakly as he stood up, gazing down at you with admiration. “You’re insatiable.”
“I like watchin’ your eyes roll back, that’s all.” He turned off the water and handed you a towel. “I’ll stop when you stop lookin’ so good.”
He pulled on a pair of sweatpants, toweled off his hair, and kissed your cheek. “I’ll be on the back porch, darlin’. Don’t be too long.”
You retrieved your bag from its place by the front door, put on clean underwear, took the liberty of rifling through his dresser for a shirt. After pouring yourself another glass of wine, you crept out the back door and found him reclined in a deck chair on the porch, smoking a cigarette and watching the sun set.
He looked over his shoulder as you approached and the smile he gave you was so handsome, so enamored, it made your heart skip a beat. “Nice shirt.”
“I thought so.” You sank into the chair next to him, took his hand and looked around at the backyard. Like the front, it was neatly kept, surrounded by a tall privacy fence. The neighbors would most certainly not see you. “It’s nice out here. Peaceful.”
“I used to, uh…landscape for a livin’. And do little home repairs, cosmetic stuff, electrical stuff. Comes in handy.”
“How are you still single?”
He laughed out a puff of smoke. “Could be the emotional baggage. Might be the sex dungeon.”
“The what?”
“You ain’t ready for that yet, darlin’. Lemme tie you up first, see how that tickles you.”
“Are you telling me there’s a sex dungeon? In that cute little house?”
“I ain’t tellin’ you shit.”
“Please?”
“You gotta earn privileges like that, baby girl.”
“How do I do that?”
“Oh, I’ll come up with somethin’. It’ll be real fun.” He kissed the back of your hand. “Y’got any plans for tomorrow?”
You stretched out your legs. “I met someone hot, I think I’ll spend the day with him.”
“Hmm. Someone from your peer group, I imagine. Age-appropriate ‘n all that.”
“Definitely.”
He clicked his tongue. “I hate to say it, darlin’, but I’m gonna have to kill him.”
“Now why would you do that?”
“I don’t like people touchin’ what’s mine.”
You laughed, stood up and sidled over to sit in his lap. He tasted like cigarettes and lust. You slid your hand down his bare torso, over the softness of his belly, hooked your fingers in the waistband of his sweats. “You don’t have to worry about that.”
“I know I don’t.” His arm around your shoulders was warm and solid. “Y’got any requests for breakfast?” You shook your head and laid it on his chest. “Mm. Well I know what I want.”
“God, Bo, isn’t your libido supposed to go down as you get older?”
“What the fuck is that s’posed to mean?” You giggled. “Now that’ll earn you a trip to the sex dungeon, y’minx. You best watch that mouth.”
“Watch it do what?”
He huffed, grabbed your jaw, gave you an open-mouthed kiss. “Ain’t it past your bedtime?”
“Ain’t it past yours, old man?”
Bo slapped your exposed ass cheek. “You’re gonna love the dungeon. It’s real cozy.”
“Will you be there?”
“Oh, you bet I will.”
“Good.”
He chuckled, hugging you against him, and kissed your temple. The sun sank out of sight and the cool air grew chilly. You yawned, struggling to keep your eyes open.
“Ready for bed, darlin’?”
“Yeah. Someone fucked me a lot today.”
“Hm. I bet he’s gonna do it again tomorrow.”
“Yeah, probably.”
“You best get some sleep then.”
Reluctantly you unwound yourself to stand up and stretch. Bo picked up your wine glass, pinched your ass, led you inside. You brushed your teeth side-by-side and then slipped between the sheets, cool and clean and smooth. They shared the same scent as his clothes. A thrill shot through your chest, cut through the exhaustion. How could you possibly be this lucky?
Bo switched off the light and you felt him climb into bed beside you. He drew you close, so hot beneath the cold blankets. You nestled into his neck, barely conscious.
“Goodnight, baby,” you mumbled.
He strung a crown of kisses across your head. “Goodnight, darlin’. See you in the mornin’.”
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The Sherburne
“Popular for many years, the Sherburne provided a substantial bungalow style home with lots of light, an open floor plan, and design elements common to the Craftsman-style. Three large bedrooms upstairs allowed the average family plenty of private space.” - Antique Home Style
Price: $43,232
Lot Size: 30x20
3 Bedrooms, 3 Bathrooms
Minimally Furnished (Kitchen/Bathroom Basics Only)
CC Free
Only Base Game and Growing Together needed!
Move Objects on!!
I rarely limit myself with packs but I wanted to give it a try with this one, at least for the shell of it. I may go back and add a furnished version but since I plan to use this one myself I’ll be using CC and I don’t usually upload my CC heavy builds. This one is for the anon who asked me to upload a craftsman lol shoutout to u anon. I’ll try to get a furnished house out eventually but to be honest i’m kinda digging these move-in ready types!
Please do not reupload or claim as your own and please tag me or use #lemonypixels if you use it so I can see!!
Origin ID: vulpeculai Tray Files: SFS or Dropbox *no adfly
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Name: Indraneelam
Race: gem
Age: 1,755 years
Hardness: 9
Occupation: Tinkerer
Nickname: "Indra"
Teammate: Hessonite
Status: active
Current Location: Earth
Appearance: Indraneelam is a blue colored gem with long blue hair tied in a braided crown and ponytail with blue eyes. They wear the standard uniform consisting of a black top, tie, heels, and shorts and a white dress shirt and belt. They wear short white gloves and long white stockings.
They switch their uniform to a summer one when it gets warmer.
Personality: Indraneelam is one who really loves to tinker on tools and materials and finds themselves in a zen mood when working on crafts. Indraneelam is very sophisticated, polite, and loves to help out their fellow gems. They have a incredibly close bond with fellow creative gem, Hessonite. Hessonite refuses to speak much unless around Indraneelam, in which Hessonite would gladly become talkative around them.
History: Indraneelam was born a bit after before their partner, Hessonite. Being a sapphire, Indraneelam was immediately taken in by their fellow sapphires. Once Indraneelam became partners with the formerly shy Hessonite, Indraneelam began to work in the workshop and became a craftsman for the gems. Indraneelam's greatest pleasure was fixing things that were broken, and thus Indraneelam became a tinkerer to help fix broken chairs or other furnishings, even patching up the walls when Sensei accidentally bumps into them. Being harder than Hessonite, Indraneelam does most of the fighting when Lunarians attack them on a supply run for wood and materials. Many Sapphires have been lost to the Lunarians, but unlike gems like Kunzite, Indraneelam believes their fellow sapphires would want them to continue their work and help Sensei.
In Houseki no Kuni / Land of the Lustrous Canon: Indraneelam would eventually be shattered before Phos's time. Afterwards they would become Lunarian and be prayed away.
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