#interior designer!Stacie

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im still alive and kicking, just buried under a pile of university design plates

#Your honor i hate university #At this rate i would rather write fanfics than draw #Interior design school is a pain in the ass #I miss stacy and edward

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Fran Stacy @ The Seymour Lighting Showroom in Miami, Florida Mid-Century Modern Interior Design c. late 1950's Photography by Bunny Yeager

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[chloeangelic]

the paper salesman

Brother's best friend!Jim Halpert x f!reader Rating: 18+ My masterlist I Max's masterlist

Summary: You spot your childhood crush at a birthday party and end up in his room together.

Warnings: Smut, AU where Pam does not exist, alcohol, oral (f receiving), handjob, semi protected PIV, creampie, squirting.

A/N: Well, well, well, if it isn't me and my froggy friend @macfrog back with another fic. But this time, it's not satire - this one is actually serious, and we are taking full advantage of everyone's teenage crush on season 2 Jim.

Word count: 6k

You pick at the edge of your wine glass, nodding along as the sound of your brother’s girlfriend talking about work turns into a low, buzzing sort of hum, indistinguishable from the other voices in the room. It seems that turning thirty was the catalyzing event for your older brother’s birthday parties to turn from all-nighters at clubs to barbecues at his new house. The attendance changed too — what used to be a crowd of girls in tight, short dresses has been replaced by a landscape of coworkers and childhood friends that he has reconnected with over the past year. 

There’s a couple people singing karaoke by the TV across the room, and although neither of them are singing in tune, you cheer them on as you half-heartedly listen to your future sister-in-law’s story. People are scattered around in groups of two, three, or four, chatting amongst themselves against the tapestry of multicolored string lights and framed photos. You can’t imagine your brother had much to do with the interior design choices, and assume Stacie took him to the department store and filled a shopping cart with lights and lamps and frames that would make the living space for two thirty-year-old men a little less bland and sterile. 

But still, despite the obvious decorative touch of Mark’s girlfriend around the room – you can’t help but wonder which parts were chosen by his roommate.

Jim Halpert – your brother’s best friend for as long as you can remember. Six-foot-something, polite and awkwardly charming. Lingering on your front steps to walk with Mark to school, backpack slung over one shoulder, or waiting patiently in the kitchen doorway while your brother finishes eating dinner, a basketball sat in the ‘c’ of his elbow. Making a whole lot of nothing conversation with your mom about school, about how his brothers were doing, growing bashful when she’d bring up girlfriends.

He’s five years older than you, but that ten-year-old ghost of yourself would sit twirling the fork in her fingers, mindlessly dragging mashed potato around her plate. Watching the way he’d toss the flicks of fringe from his eyes, cross one foot over the other as he answered every incessant question of your mother’s with the dutiful respect of a well-raised boy. Your crush was obvious back then, easily spotted by her whenever Jim stayed for dinner. You’d look away, bite back your smile and try to stifle your laugh at his jokes, hoping he wouldn’t notice. That little crush stayed with you, despite the boys you went on to date in high school, and the ones you slept with and tried to get serious with in college to no avail. Every time you came back from the holidays, Jim would inevitably show up for dinner one day, and you would revert back to that shy ten-year-old, sitting in the same seats as you did back then. 

You watched him become a man in front of your eyes, and by the time you started getting physical with your first boyfriend, little thoughts began to weasel themselves into your mind about Jim. It was entirely inappropriate, and that curiosity should have directed itself exclusively to the boy who had taken you out to the movies, to prom and to homecoming, but you wondered what Jim looked like shirtless, you wondered about his experience, about the size of his cock. One weekend in your freshman year of college, with nothing else to do but to visit your parents, you tagged along with Mark to his basketball game, and sat on the bleachers with your eyes glued to Jim, to the sweat that darkened his jersey and the undeniable bulge in his shorts. He came up to say hi after, his brown hair drenched with sweat as well, looking at you through stunning green eyes as he asked how school was going. You made him laugh with a story about a professor, and the sound of his chuckles echoed in your mind the rest of the night. He had moved out of his parents’ house by then, and started working as a salesman at a paper company in town. 

He still works there – as far as you know, at least, based on what he told you the last time you saw him, picking him and Mark up from their high school reunion two years back. 

Mark had drank a little too much and had needed Jim’s steady arm around his shoulder to direct him to your car. You swallowed down the butterflies which quickly took flight in your stomach as you watched the two figures stumble towards your Honda, the taller of the two lending you a small smile as he slotted your brother into the front seat. You kept your composure right up until he closed the front door, and then you sped all the way home with your heart racing and your blood pumping.

“Some people are just allergic to receiving help,” Stacie announces, yelling a little over the screeching of the karaoke mics. She’s rambling to one of Mark’s coworkers – Hal? Sal? – about one of her co-workers, some new kid fresh from college who can’t work the printer by himself and refuses to let her show him.

You’re about to get up for a refill when a weight slides onto the couch by your side, nudging you with a sweatered elbow.

“Fancy seeing you here,” he mutters, and when you turn, your breath catches at the sight of those familiar green eyes and flicks of brown hair.

“Hey,” you reply, fingers awkwardly lifting to tuck some hair behind your ear. You feel a heat flush into your cheeks and pray it doesn’t show in an embarrassing dewy glow to Jim. “Cool party. Karaoke’s a nice touch.”

“Eh,” he shrugs, giving you his signature smirk. His voice is so deep, a little husky even, as he sits close, “It’s an easy way to keep the guests entertained without me having to do much of anything, or your brother, for that matter.” 

You hum in response, reluctantly annoyed that Mark is already at the front of his mind when he sees you. “Are you still working that paper job?”, you ask, raising an eyebrow and hoping that your nerves don’t come across, that he’ll simply consider you as flirty to everyone if your attempts don’t land.  

“Yeah,” he says, nodding, picking at the label of his beer bottle for a moment. 

“Salesman of the year?” 

“Well,” he chuckles, his head tilting to the side, a little unsure, “Maybe sometimes.” Is he embarrassed? Shy? You watch his eyes as they flicker up and scan the room. “What are you up to these days?”, he asks when his eyes land back on you, flaring open for a split second before they settle on yours. 

“You know,” you shrug, eyes looping once around the room, “Working, the usual.” You feel your chest tighten with an urge to come up with something more fucking interesting than work. Your fingers hooked behind your ear again, you sputter, “Got my hair done last week.”

Jim smiles, reassuringly so. “Yeah,” he says, nodding, “I can tell. It looks good. I like the, uh –”, he points a little haphazardly, “The way you styled it. Suits you.”

“Thanks,” your cheeks swell in a genuine smile, averting his gaze as the compliment seeps into your skin. You twirl the stem of your glass in your fingers, and Jim knocks a knuckle against the rim.

“You need a top up?”, he asks, standing up.

“Yeah, actually,” you reply, taking his hand when he offers it and pulling yourself to your feet.

You follow him through to the kitchen, dodging the erratic arm movements of some guy chittering to Mark about stocks, and over to the fridge. You lean your hip against the counter, watching as Jim carefully refills your wine and slides it back across to you.

You take a tentative sip under his watchful gaze, and raise your eyebrows, nodding subtly in approval as you swallow, “This is pretty good. What’s a guy like you doing with decent wine in his fridge?” 

He lets out a nervous laugh and looks around, takes a sip of the glass he poured himself. “I actually got it for a, uh- a date, a couple weeks ago,” he doesn’t look at you as he speaks, looking out through the dining room, “She said it was good so I figured I’d get some for tonight.” 

Oof. A tinge of jealousy makes your stomach curl, and you take another large sip, forcing it down as you think of what to say. You can still hear the out of tune melodies from the living room, though the silence between you and Jim drowns out the noise. “What did you do?”, you ask, hoping you can mask your jealousy with a sneaky tone. 

“Took her to dinner a few times, walked around a bit, came back here and had some wine.”

You want to gag, just a little bit. “And how come she’s not here tonight then?”

“Didn’t really, uh– didn’t really work out, so…” 

“So you’re just sitting here day in and day out with her wine in the fridge, waiting for her to come back?” 

Jim breathes a laugh, pushing the air from his cheeks, “Alright. Wow. That one stung.”

You giggle, taking a step closer, “I’m just messing with you,” you say into your glass. Each splash of alcohol over your tongue filling you with more courage.

He tilts his head, eyebrows cocked, “Tell me about your love life, then, up on your high horse.”

You stifle another girlish giggle, using it to mask your reaction to the awkward question. Your love life – if you could even call it that – has been even more miserable than Jim’s sounds. Messages left on read, painful first dates with jocks still stuck in their high school eras, with uptight career men who only cared to talk about themselves, or with guys who had weird hobbies and left you to pay the bill for a date they asked you on.

You’ve gotten good at avoiding the topic with your mom, turning it instead into conversation about Mark and Stacie, framing it into a question of, When are they thinking of getting married? Having kids of their own, right, Mom?, but standing in front of the one guy you’ve been shamelessly crushing on since you were ten years old – it becomes a little harder to divert.

“Uh,” you mumble, the rim of your glass balanced on your bottom lip, “I’m – I’m just taking some time to myself right now, you know? Focusing on me.”

He grins, almost gleeful. Electricity pulses through your veins. “Nice save,” he tells you, tipping his glass towards you, “I hear what you’re really saying.”

“Oh?” 

“Yep,” he says, matter-of-factly, “You also got dumped at Red Lobster.”

You snort, then apologize, closing your eyes and trying to stifle your grin as you try to collect yourself. “Red lobster,” you clear your throat, “That’s pretty bad. At least it wasn’t Chili’s. And I would know, cause I got dumped at Chili’s.” 

The two of you keep it together for a few moments, looking at the floor, until you meet each other’s eyes and burst into laughter, having this absolutely pathetic little thing in common. The sound of his laugh makes your chest flutter, the sight of his smile and his hand running through his hair. He wipes the tears from his eyes as he looks at you, and you bite the tip of your tongue, trying to halt the uncontrollable giggles that make your stomach hurt. 

When you’re composed, a couple more swigs of wine down your throat, you settle back against the counter and say, “So. When’s the tour leaving?”

Jim’s eyebrows lift, “The tour?”

You nod, “House tour. Mark hasn’t shown me around yet. The most I’ve seen is your downstairs bathroom.”

He scoffs. Pushes off from the counter, the wine in his glass splashing, “He’s a terrible host. C’mon, I’ll show you around.”

Your heels click along the tile floor as you squeeze between bodies, heading for the hallway where Jim pauses. “Bathroom,” he says, nodding to the door right by the stairs, “But you already knew that.” He steps back against the wall at the first step, holding a hand out to usher you up first. “Ladies first,” he says, smiling genially.

You snort, but waltz by his body, holding onto the handrail as you climb the stairs carefully, the alcohol mixed with your shoe choice making it a dangerous feat. Jim’s close behind, footsteps slowly echoing your own, and you can’t help but think of the tight, short skirt of your dress, the way it hugs your thighs, the placement of his gaze as he wanders up behind you.

Reaching the top of the stairs, you look around at the assortment of doors, waiting for Jim to tell you which room serves as the first stop. You can sense him right behind you, slightly to your side, and out of the corner of your eye, you see him looking down at you, swallowing slowly. “Mark’s room,” he says, nodding to the right and waiting until you look up at him before he takes a step over and opens the door. He lets you peek inside, look around until you nod and step back, before he urges you forward, towards another door. 

“Upstairs bathroom,” he remarks, and you give the room a similar examination, noticing the streak-free mirror. 

“Looks… clean,” you say, as if there’s anything better to say about a typical bathroom. He gives a muttered thanks in return, then points to the last door. 

“And that’s my room.” 

“May I?”, you grin, then step fully inside, looking around at his bed, his dresser, and finally, his desk. You sit down in the office chair and give it a test spin, before your attention is caught by the art on the wall. “What’s this?”, you ask, while he steps in as well, hesitating for a second as he looks at the door, opting to leave it open before he comes over and sits down on his bed. 

Jim’s head wobbles as he searches for an answer. “It’s – well, it’s – you know. It’s…a print that I…liked.”

“You have no idea, do you?”

“Not a clue,” he responds, quick as a bullet. “I saw it at a yard sale – thought it went with the colors of my bedsheets. That’s how interior design works, right?”

You smile, “Sure. You’re no Stacie, but – sure.”

Jim nods. Your eye is drawn to the dip in the bed where he sits, the weight of his wide frame on the mattress. His open thighs, his elbows resting on his knees, wine swirling as he slowly rocks the glass. He slowly lifts it to his lips, taking a sip without breaking your stare.

You cross your legs by instinct. Your skirt rides a little higher. Jim glances down, and then straight back up. You can feel your blood thrumming through every limb, every part of your body sensitized and alight. It doesn’t help any when he stands from the bed and wanders over, towering over you as he looks at something on the desk.

He reaches over your shoulder, and you can smell his cologne on his sweater, sharp and fresh, a hint of something sweeter. He pulls a photo frame from the shelf behind you and turns it around.

“Graduation,” he says, and your eyes are drawn down to the cheesy grins of him and your brother, donned in black mortarboards and sweeping gowns.

You nod, pretending you’re paying attention. But he’s so close that his jeans rub against your bare legs, so close that you’re staring up just to meet his eye. Your palms begin to perspire, his voice turning into a blur as he points to a couple other frames, photos of people you didn’t recognize in places you couldn’t quite place. The rest of your wine is downed in a single sip, the glass carefully placed behind you, on the surface of his desk. 

Jim seems to have finished recounting memories to you, but he doesn’t move. Stays stood over you, his own drink forgotten on the floor by his bed. A silence falls between you – but not the thick, awkward kind of silence you’re used to around guys. It’s lighter, it’s breathable. It swirls around your limbs like the fluttering feeling in your belly, wraps tightly around them and pushes you to your feet, the back of Jim’s chair rocking against his desk.

You’re eye-to-eye, your chest pushing gently against his. He glances down to your lips, wet with wine and the dabbing of your tongue, and then back up. He leans in, curving around your shoulders to set the photo frame still in his hand back on the desk. When he straightens up again, your hands find his chest.

You stare at one another, seemingly a thousand words exchanged between your soft, drunken gaze and his – and yet, none of them pass your lips. There’s a weight on your waist – Jim’s hands either side of your body, squeezing the tight fabric of your dress. You tilt your head, moving closer, lips parting. And he leans in.

He kisses you, slow at first. Your hands lift to cup his jaw, steady yourself on the weight of him. All of your past selves begin to bubble to the surface, each one lighting your skin, pulling on every nerve. Jim feels warm, his lips wet and sweet from the alcohol. Your nails sift through his hair, tugging gently as he pushes his tongue deeper into your mouth. He groans lightly, seemingly as hungry for you as you are for him, holding himself back, handling you with a care and gentleness you hope he might set aside. You’ve wanted him for so long and you’ll let him do anything, you want all of him, you want him to ravage you and fuck you until you stumble down the staircase and until you can never look your brother in the eyes. 

There’s a smashing sound from downstairs and a squeal, followed by a chorus of disappointment from the other guests. It splits the two of you apart, bumping teeth as your lips disconnect. You’re both panting, hot breath occupying the space between you. You can feel the hardness of his bulge pushing against you, and your arousal building, spreading to the tips of your breasts as your nipples harden. He’s huge, you can already tell, and you swallow around a lump in your throat, trying not to think of how long it’s been since you felt a man inside of you. 

Jim smiles, still holding you close to his body. Your hands wrap around his wrists, and you lean into him again to whisper, “I think we should close the door.”

He nods, and steps back to let you by. You close the door slowly, letting it thud into place as quiet as you can, despite the obvious chaos happening downstairs. When you step back towards him, his eyes are on yours, hands reaching out to pull you closer, one around your waist and one around the nape of your neck, letting you melt into his hold while he locks his lips with yours. You hope he can’t feel the rapid beating of your heart or the dampness of your skin, letting your hands fall to the edge of his pants and starting to fumble with the button. 

You start to unzip his jeans while he walks you back towards his bed, licking into your mouth and nibbling on your lower lip. You slip a hand down over his clothed cock, carefully palming it and feeling the girth and contours against your skin. He lets out a slight grunt at your touch, moving his hand down to squeeze your ass cheek through your dress, his large hand grabbing your flesh and kneading it with the aggression you’ve been hoping for, just a hint of it coming through in the firmness of his grasp. 

He reaches the bed as you draw your hand out of his pants and dip your fingers behind his waistband, feeling the goosebumps spreading across his skin, grabbing hold of the stretchy fabric and lifting it up, over his erection, pulling it down alongside his pants to see his cock hanging free, flushed and wet at the tip. You bite his lip before you pull back to look, and can’t help a whimper escaping your throat as you brush your fingertips along his length. It feels endless, long veins bulging out that you trace with your nails. He's so thick, wide at the root, all the way to the tip. He can't possibly fit inside but you clench at the thought of him trying. Another pearly bead of precome spills out from his slit at your touch, and with his hands still grasping your neck and the meat of your ass, you gently rub the pad of your thumb over this head, feeling the slick slide of his spend beneath your finger, then wrap your hand around him, fingertips not even close to meeting, and stroke him slowly.

Your breaths are shallow, rapid, and when you feel your mouth start to water at the sight of his cock sliding through your hand, Jim pulls you back in to kiss you, grunting and groaning while your hand slides rhythmically up and down, making him throb with arousal. He moves his hips, fucking into your grasp with hushed moans that send your head spinning, your cunt pulsing.

Jim begins to peel the dress from your shoulders, slipping the fabric down until your breasts are exposed, the chilly edge of the air hardening your nipple. He pauses, watches the rhythmic movements of your soft, supple tits as your hand pumps up and down, the rise and fall of your chest with each breath. His fingers dig deep beneath the ruffled fabric, tugging it lower and lower until he’s lifting your hips, disturbing the lace of your panties as he discards the dress to the floor.

You pause as he strips the sweater from his shoulders, tossing it to some corner of the room before he’s back on you, the slick tip of his dick leaving sticky trails on your lower stomach.

“You’re so, so good at that,” he murmurs against your lips, sentence broken in two by another hot, wet kiss. Your eyes roll at the taste of him, the strength of his tongue against yours, the hunger with which he takes your bottom lip between his teeth and sucks, letting it go only to fill your mouth with himself again. You push at the edge of his jeans and boxers, bunching them up in your hands and tugging at them until he takes over, bringing you with him while he takes them off, leaving him bare and you in only your little scrap of fabric you call your panties. 

He pulls you in as he sits down on the bed, placing you on his lap, letting you wind your hips, dragging the silky lace of your thong up along his hard length while you lick across his tongue, while you swallow his saliva and feel the ridges of his cock bumping against your clit. At the sound of your whimpers, he picks you up in his arms, lays you down on his bed, and settles between your legs, leaving wet kisses up and down your neck, trailing down to your chest, taking your nipple into his mouth and licking it slowly. Your back arches, the slick of your arousal beginning to seep out into the panties he teases with his fingers, hooking them under the thin straps and slowly pulling at them as his lips trail down between your tits, slowly over your stomach, reaching the very top of your mound before he drags the straps over your thighs to reveal you for him. 

You open your legs and Jim presses into the underside of your thighs, pushing them wider. His eyes focus on the sight of you, spread open in front of him, his tongue lifting to run along his lips. You sit up on your elbows, glossy eyes watching as he leans in, a trail of kisses dotted along the seam of your thigh, until his lips are hovering over your throbbing cunt.

“Jim,” you whisper, sifting your fingers through his hair, moving it from his face.

He looks up and you share a glance, a message sent wordlessly from your eyes to his. A smirk pulls across his lips, reading your mind instantly. He lowers his jaw and his tongue drags a long, soaking stripe up your slit.

Your grip tightens in his hair, head thrown back to the blue sheets. Your throat catches a lewd moan before it has a chance to cut through the air, exposing you both to the guests downstairs. Sorry, you whisper, but he shakes his head. “You don't have to be quiet,” he reassures, leaving his gaze on you as he leans back and gives your clit a few wet licks, kicking up your sensitivity and making you clench. He must be able to tell, because just as you tilt your head back into the pillow while he kisses and licks at the part of you most sensitive and needy for his attention, he pushes two fingers into your pussy, stretching you gently as he curls them. He presses into a spot so tender you can't catch the moans spilling out between your lips, begging for more when you're already so close, having fantasized about this for years – his tongue on your clit and his fingers inside of you, softening you for the inevitable stretch of his cock, so much thicker and longer than you could imagine, big and hard and bound to let you feel him tomorrow.

He begins to suckle, swirling his tongue until you grip his hair and moan that you're close, so close, and he releases you from his mouth, still sliding his fingers slowly in and out, moving to place kisses to the inside of your thigh. You let out a huff, and hear a faint chuckle from between your legs, licking and kissing at your skin, right beside your outer folds, close to where you need him. 

Another wave of arousal crashes through you when he makes contact with your clit again, a wet drag of his tongue making you whimper and pull at his hair harder, trying to keep him right where he is until he lets you come. Jim pulls around your clit, lips sucking and tongue flicking as his fingers pump in and out, winding your orgasm like the tide withdrawing, only to let it crash forward in a flood of pleasure.

Your back arches, breath freezes to nothing in your throat until your climax passes, washing over you in heavy, shuddering ripples. You pant, your chest heaving as you look down at the smile on his face, the evidence of your satisfaction glistening on his lips.

Jim pushes himself up from the mattress, knees planting firm between your open legs, fisting his cock over you. You blink the room back into focus slowly, feeling the bed dip by your ear. He settles on top of you, looking down to guide his cock to your needy and spent sex. His tip presses against your hole, sensitive and soaking, and he glances back up. 

“Jim?”, you whisper, chest heaving when you feel the subtle intrusion at your opening.

“Yeah?”

“I want you inside me, I want you to fuck me.” 

Mhmm, he teases the tip around your entrance, lets the thick head of him slide up to your clit before he glides back down, gently pushing in, a tiny little bit of pressure, not enough to make you wince but groan instead, hating and loving how he teases you. Another push, his tip lodged inside, stretching you open further than you thought possible, while your pussy drools down his shaft, sucking him in and covering him in your wetness. He grunts quietly, not immune to the wet, warm clutch he’s sinking into, inch by inch, while you wrap your hands around his jaw, looking into his bright green eyes, lids hooded, breaking the eye contact to glance down at where he enters you, letting out a breathy moan when you suck him all the way in and he reaches your cervix. He hisses when he retracts, gliding out so slowly, covered in your shiny slick. 

You arch your back when he reaches the end of you again, leaning down onto his elbows so his lips can press into your neck, kissing you like he has all the time in the world, little licks to your skin while he glides out and presses back into you, letting you adjust to his size, making space for himself and soothing you as you’re overwhelmed by him. Your legs come to wrap around his waist, tilting your hips slightly upward to let him reach deeper, moaning his name and incoherent curses, grabbing the back of his neck and his broad shoulders, feeling your clit rub against his pelvis, bringing you closer so slowly you barely notice it happening. 

You lower your arms, slipping your hands under his and lacing your fingers. Your knees bend, resting against his ribcage. With each brush of his hair against your clit, he moves faster, thrusting harder, pushing deeper. Tiny yelps leave your mouth the more he fucks you, the more the bed rocks, the headboard knocking against the wall. Your head turns, moaning delicately into his ear as he sucks on your skin.

“I know,” he whispers against your pulse, “You feel so good, sweetheart. So tight around me.”

“Jim,” you’re whining, gasping for air each time he pushes all the way in. You let go of your grip on him and drape your arms over his shoulders, fingers toying with his hair, slowly dampening with sweat. Each glide of his cock inside you ends with a sweet bite of pain, his tip hammering roughly into the edge of your cunt.

His teeth graze the sensitive skin below your jaw, leaving behind marks you’re silently hoping will still be visible in the morning. His hands travel downward, taking hold of your waist and lifting you up to his body like you weigh nothing at all.

“Here,” he says, slipping out of you, thick white thread dribbling between your pussy and his cock. He motions for you to sit up, beckoning you with a flick of his fingers. “Come here, put your feet on my calves.” You oblige, planting each foot behind his thighs as he kneels. “Now lay down, just relax,” he coos, wrapping both hands around your waist to pull you up into a bridge, letting you dip your shoulder blades onto the sheets. He lifts one hand away from your side and guides his cock back into you, giving a few slow strokes with his palm, pushing gently on your stomach. 

Then his hands grip your hips tightly, he pulls you back onto him and gives you a moment to stabilize before he fucks into you even deeper than before. Your tits slide up and down your chest with every single one of this deep thrusts, and you watch his eyes as they stay glued to your body, his mouth hanging open, panting, grunting, digging his fingers into your flesh, trying to hold back while you squirm and writhe, moaning and whimpering, not giving a fuck who might hear it, trying to keep his name out of your mouth in case someone needs to use the bathroom next door. 

He pounds into you, hitting the softest, most tender spot inside of your body, your head rolls back on his pillow, tiptoeing the line between pain and pleasure, feeling him in your stomach. “I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come, fuck, fuck,” the words are forced out of you just as a warm stream of liquid squirts out of you, drenching his groin and making him groan. Your orgasm is so intense you nearly howl, feeling more and more of your arousal dripping down his shaft and spurting onto his pelvis, soaking the sheets beneath you, getting wet and sticky with your come and his sweat, watching his hair stick to his forehead while he continues to fuck you, needing every last drop of your climax. 

You’re fucking spent, but he won’t relent quite yet, flipping you over and onto all fours, yanking you back by your hips. He enters you from behind and you groan in satisfaction, needing him right there, just like that, feeling your eyes roll to the back of your head. His hand twists in your hair, wrapping it around his palm and tugging at it while he grunts, rough and loud in your ear, nearly drowned out by the lewd smacking of your ass against his hips. 

Your hand dips between your legs, fingers rubbing messy circles around your swollen clit, thinking how many times you’ve dreamt of this exact scenario with your fingers buried inside, bringing yourself to the brink of orgasm by the mere thought of Jim. And now, feeling him, the tug on your hair, the ache between your legs, the hoarse cries jumping from your throat.

“Not gonna last much longer,” Jim grunts, wet slaps cutting between his words, “Fuck, sweetheart, that feel good?”

“Yes, Jim,” you whine, your hand jerking with each meeting of his hips on your ass. Come dribbles down the seam of your thigh as you feel your second high begin to wind, white heat flooding downwards. “So – fucking – good. Ah, I want you to come inside me.”

“You sure?”, he pants, holding on by a thread. 

“Yeah, I – I’m on the pill.” 

Jim pulls you upright by the hair, flush against his stomach, and places his hand over yours to rub your clit together. You lean your head back against his shoulder, body freezing as you come for him again. He groans when you pinch around him, movements becoming sloppy.

“Oh – oh, fuck, I’m – I’m coming, I’m coming,” he moans, lips pushing hard into your neck as he twitches and then stills, and you feel the warm spurts of his come deep inside. The two of you groan, strangled and drawn out, collapsing on the bed with his arms around you and his cock softening inside. You listen to the sounds of the party downstairs, the two of you trying to catch your breaths, and he kisses along the back of your shoulder, brushing his thumb back and forth where it rests over your waist. 

“What are we gonna tell Mark?”, he asks.

You pause for a beat, then turn your head to him, “We’re telling Mark?”

“Yeah, I mean, you’ve wanted it, I’ve wanted it. I don’t want this to be a one time thing, I want it to be more than that, so at some point–”.

“More than what?”, you respond, your heartbeat returning to its heightened state earlier in the night. 

“More than just sex.” 

“Oh.” 

“I’m really into you,” he whispers, “I didn’t know if you felt the same way about me but it seems like you do, so–”. 

You shift around to face him, push his sweat damp locks away from his face and look into his eyes. Shy heat floods your face as you smile at him and nod carefully, biting the inside of your cheek. 

“You wanna go back downstairs?” he asks, fingertips ghosting down your spine before he reaches your thigh and hooks your knee over his leg, “We have Islands in the Stream on the karaoke machine, I know you like that song.” 

“Sure… In a bit.”

#jim halpert x reader #jim halpert imagine #jim halpert fic #jim halpert fanfic #the office fanfiction #jim halpert

[stupid-starkid-headcannons]

nerdy prudes must major !!

richie ~ animation but also takes cinematography and media literacy minors

pete ~ chemistry

ruth ~ theatre, both acting and stagework

steph ~ social work & minors in music (primarily vocals)

kyle (fb scholarship) ~ literature

jason (fb scholarship) ~ business & continues football

stacy ~ interior design

brenda ~ fashion design

i <3 side characters in npmd

these are all so accurate! i also love all the side characters

#richie lipschitz #peter spankoffski #ruth fleming #stephanie lauter #kyle clauger #jason jepson #npmd #nerdy prudes must die #team starkid

[fattest-disney-characters]

One wonderful day at New York City, the birds are chipping, people shopping, kids playing at New York Park. An 5’5” massively woman named Gwen Stacy who had Secret Indignity as Spider-Gwen, Gwen waddle slowly as breaths heavily across the rooftops. Spider-Gwen wears a black bodysuit with white areas that form a spider design, a white hood with the interior lining being magenta with cyan web patterns, matching magenta-and-cyan designs on her upper arms, and cyan soles to her boots which somehow her suit is stretching, not a single rip. Gwen’s belly dragging around the floor of rooftop, her bottom belly keep wobbles jiggles when it keep bumping edges of platforms, Gwen stops running as sits down on parapet wall, enjoy the beautiful view of New York. “Wow, I’ve never seen New York so beauty” Gwen said (body size made by Batspid2)

On the street was Natasha Raminoff or as her colleages know her as Black Widow. Right now she was in civillian clothes, she become a hefty and meaty agent of S.H.I.E.L.D, she weights around 549.5lbs and she still maintains her mobility and agility, she is currently buying two hotdogs before going for a relaxing day

[bridgeportbritt]

Happy Mother's Day!

To all the mother's out there on Simblr, I hope you have a beautiful day! To celebrate, I thought I'd share some of the new mothers that have popped up in my story/gameplay since the new infants showed up!

SimDonia Royal Family

Lillian, Alvin and their twins - Paola and Paolo! Their children's names were inspired by their honeymood trip to Monte Vista (where the twins were concieved lol). The happy family live in a beautiful Monte Vistan inspired Estate in Hallow Slough.

Rosalie, James, Stephanie, and James Jr! The family likes to enjoy a laid-back life and is not in the public eye too much because they're home enjoying their family! They live in a manor in Ophelia close to water so James can always be able to fish.

Katrina, Adam, their son, Thomas, adopted daughter, Stacy, Kara, and Katrina is pregnant with twins! Although they were the last to wed, they wasted no time expanding their family. The couple always wanted to adopt and have a big family. Soon, this family of 5 will be a family of 7! They live in a very eco-friendly estate with it's own farm.

The Wu/Kealoha Family

May, Mateo, their adopted son Evan, Mateo Jr. and Tyler! Mateo is a Sulani conservationist while May continues her career in interior design although she hasn't worked a lot since the boys came. Honestly, adjusting to being parents has been hard for them as they try to find their balance. May always wanted to adopt which she did and she also wanted to try for a girl, but the couple agreed that three is enough.

Eva, Tanner, their irish twins, Edgar and Allan their adopted daughter (Tanner's niece) Hannah! Also in Sulani, the couple live a hectic life! Starting with adopting Hannah after Tanner's sister passed away from narcotics. Soon after the couple found out they were pregnant, and then just 10 months later another bundle of joy joined the family. Eva's influencer career is currently paying the bills while Tanner struggles to get his degree while managing a family. But, he's hopeful that he will have a degree and great job very soon.

Rylee, Lawrence, and their twins Melany and Savannah! The face of Black Excellence are Lawyer Lawrence, Professor Rylee and their adorable twin girls! Rylee's parents have been super involved which has helped a lot. Lawrence is definitely hoping they will eventually try for a boy, but they are currently content watching the girls learn and grow.

#simdonia #mothers day! #look at all these bbs!!! #I should post some gameplay #bc I've played with all of them and lots of cute things happen! #maybe one day #also i'm not sure how katrina got pregnant again #turned off neighborhood stories after the first round of kids #but she said let me do what I want #then had the audacity to have twins!!! lol #obv I have less gameplay shots of that fam hahah #you can also see my slight makeovers on folks #when I played may and mateo I was so sad #their relationship has tanked #hopefully they will work it out

[emeraldgreaves]

Askung once again: 1,12, 21

[weirder asks]

who is/are your comfort character(s)? i had to google the definition of comfort character for this LMAO honestly, it is less that I want to befriend a specific character (why am i there? immersion-breaking) and more that I have mental real estate dedicated to studying them like a bug. but with that in mind:

if you pick any member of the shoh cast i will be able to write a brief essay on one or more aspects of them that i am rotating in my mind. you may think i mean red, but i don’t. i mean all of them.

camilla hect and palamedes sextus from the locked tomb. i have yet to read further than gt9, but their dynamic grabbed me by the throat and will not let go.

gwen stacy spiderverse’s character design was made in a lab for me

there are definitely other characters i’m fond of, but the current list is who I have top of mind right now.

12. what kind of day is it? determined to be bleak unless I make it otherwise. rainy weather, all-day work meeting conducted remotely, and the john le carre I checked out from the library is heavy on the interiority and isolation necessary to be a fictional spy. i am on my second cup of green tea. help.

21. something you’ve kept since childhood? various little boxes! one is porcelain and heart-shaped, purchased in middle school using tickets for good behavior; one is a tiny and ornate silver chest with a broken lid; one is a circular paint-your-own-pottery project. also a handful of novelty japanese erasers, a stuffed stegosaurus, and a Webkinz beagle named Missy.

#emerald speaks #ask meme #thank you for the ask <3

[vroomvroommuppett]

intro

series masterlist

as the story goes on, i’ll add things to this

characters

easton france

barry keoghan

tan france (brother)

fab 5 (antoni, jvn, bobby, karamo)

original broadway cast of hamilton (minus phillipa)

andrew garfield

boy meets world cast

dane dehann

chris evans

kim possible cast

stranger things cast

free guy cast

marvel cast

about easton

adopted sister of tan france

interior designer, graphic designer, works for tan (she does the merchandising as well as color schemes), actress, singer, dancer

been childhood friends with barry

is british

currently dating chris evans

her socials will interchange depending on how lazy i am. they are perriefrance or perrie

things perrie’s been or will be in (and characters)

elizabeth schuyler hamilton in the original broadway cast of hamilton

shego in kim possible

topanga in boy meets world

next in fashion (host with tan)

in some queer eyes

gwen stacy in tasm 1 &2

astrid in sing

astrid in how to train your dragon series

chloe tousigant in zoo

wanda maximoff in marvel

jewel in rio 1 & 2

ana steele in 50 shades of gray series

mal in descendants series

robin in stranger things

frankie in mainstream

jayme (sparrow academy) in the umbrella academy

millie i’m free guy

other

videos go to owners

some videos will be from @/multixfandomedits_, and that is my editing tik tok (feel free to follow)

@ftrmrs-barry-keoghan @a-lumos-in-the-nox @redheadspark

#barry keoghan #barry keoghan social media #k’s love story smau #smau #social media story #social media au #social media #barry x reader

[patioproductions]

Introducing Ratana: Timeless Elegance in Outdoor Living

Ratana, a name that has become synonymous with luxurious and timeless outdoor living, has captured the hearts of homeowners and design enthusiasts alike. As a proud partner of Patio Productions, we're thrilled to showcase the exceptional craftsmanship and elegance that define the Ratana brand. Click Here to Shop Ratana Now! About Ratana Ratana's journey began in 1980 when the Leung family founded the company as "Ratana Home and Floral." Initially focused on handcrafted gift items, the business quickly pivoted to meet the rising demand for high-quality rattan furniture. Over the years, Ratana has expanded its reach, establishing itself as a global player in the outdoor furniture market, catering to both residential and commercial sectors. Today, Ratana's comprehensive line of contract and hospitality specification furniture can be found worldwide, gracing the interiors of 5-star luxury hotels, top-ranked restaurants, international golf courses, and even global Olympic venues. This widespread acclaim is a testament to Ratana's unwavering commitment to excellence and their ability to seamlessly blend European contemporary design with American comfort. Shop Ratana If... - You appreciate furniture that combines elegance and durability.Ratana's products are crafted using high-quality 6063 aluminum, renowned for its excellent extrudability, corrosion resistance, and ability to be formed into intricate shapes. - You value weather-resistant materials.Ratana's Durarope and Durastrap are made of Polypropylene (PP) and Polyolefin (POE), offering remarkable UV resistance and a tensile strength that is 7 times stronger than traditional 13mm flat resin. - You prioritize comfort and breathability.Ratana's reticulated (extremely open cell) cushions feature excellent drainability and water pass-through properties, ensuring a comfortable and refreshing outdoor experience. “Ratana is known for their exquisite designs and substantial quality. We offer a firm, comfortable seat cushion with reticulated foam that provides excellent drainability. All of our collections offer deep seating and dining so you are able to design your backyard living space with ease. Fabric choses not only offer Sunbrella, but also include  Outdura, and Bella Dura to give you optimal selection.” Stacie Riley, Representative, Ratana What We Like About Ratana Diva 2-Seater Section Set with Corner Table by Ratana There’s a lot to like about Ratana! Here are a few of our favorite highlights: - Their frames are constructed using powder-coated aluminum - a durable alloy which is lightweight, sturdy, and rust proof. - Their rope blend is hand-woven, incredibly fade resistant to withstand the rigors of sun and rain. - Their cushions are antimicrobial and tear resistant, come with distinctive and easy to clean Sunbrella, Outdura, and Bella Dura fabrics. - Ratana's ability to cater to a wide range of styles, from traditional to transitional and contemporary, is truly impressive. Its products seamlessly enhance the enjoyment of home and casual living experiences, making them a top choice for homeowners and designers alike. "Ratana offers distinct and elegant designs suitable for everyone's needs. Its lightweight and smooth aluminum surfaces make it easy to move around."  Dua Rashid, Sales Associate, Patio Productions "Ratana will give a commercial quality performance. It has collections featuring chic boho styling, and collections with mid-century and contemporary lines. Materials in collections feature Sunbrella fabrics, durable powder-coated aluminum frames, polypropylene and polyolefin braided ropes." Andres Herera, Sales Associate, Patio Productions Our Favorite Ratana Collections Copacabana Collection Copacabana Sofa Set by Ratana If you’re looking for a clean, open, contemporary design and modular configuration, then Copacabana collection is what you need! Copacabana collection boasts a sleek black contracted-graded powder-coated aluminum furniture frames, seamlessly complemented by the warm hues of brown braided Durarope™. This collection also comes with premium, tailored deep cushioning, which meets both comfort and durability. Lamego Collection Lamego Sofa Set by Ratana For those interested in the fusion of classical charm and modern sophistication, look no further than the Lamego collection! Inspired by the architectural grandeur of Lamego, Portugal, each piece is a testament to timeless elegance.  Featuring crisscrossed woven cobalt graphite Durastrap™, meticulously designed to echo the city's iconic church towers. Built to endure the elements, the weather-resistant powder-coated aluminum frames, reinforced with synthetic EVA rubber, ensure lasting beauty and resilience. Visit our website or stop by our San Diego showroom to explore the full Ratana collections today! Our team offers design services, trade programs, custom cushions, and accessories to create your dream outdoor living space. Don't hesitate to reach out to us for all your outdoor furniture needs! Read the full article

[topratedtileflooring]

Checking Out the Timeless Style of Floor Tile Floor Covering

When it pertains to choosing floor covering for your home, ceramic tile is a classic and functional choice that supplies both longevity and layout adaptability. Tile floor covering has actually been utilized for centuries in various societies around the globe and remains to be a popular choice for modern-day homeowners. From bathroom and kitchens to living areas and exterior areas, tile flooring can enhance the aesthetic appeal of any kind of area while providing functional advantages. Let's look into the ageless sophistication of ceramic tile floor covering and uncover why it stays a top choice for today's insides.

Among the primary reasons why floor tile floor covering is so popular is its longevity. Whether you choose ceramic, porcelain, or all-natural rock ceramic tiles, you can anticipate your floorings to stand up to hefty foot traffic, wetness, and everyday wear and tear. Unlike rug or hardwood floorings that may show signs of use with time, floor tile flooring is exceptionally resistant and can last for decades with correct treatment. This long life makes it a cost-efficient alternative for house owners trying to find a floor covering option that will stand the test of time. Visit Stacy's Flooring and get tiles for your project.

In addition to its durability, floor tile floor covering supplies a wide range of layout possibilities. With a selection of colors, shapes, sizes, and patterns available, you can produce an absolutely personalized seek your space. Whether you prefer a smooth and modern-day aesthetic with huge layout ceramic tiles or an extra typical vibe with intricate mosaic patterns, tile flooring permits you to reveal your individual design and boost the total layout of your home. Furthermore, floor tiles can be prepared in different formats, such as herringbone or diagonal patterns, to include aesthetic rate of interest and make an area feel more vibrant.

One more advantage of ceramic tile flooring is its reduced maintenance demands. Unlike carpeting that can trap dirt and dust or wood floors that require regular polishing, tile floorings are easy to clean up and maintain. Spills and stains can be swiftly cleaned away, and routine sweeping and wiping are typically all that's required to keep your ceramic tile floorings looking fresh and new. This makes ceramic tile floor covering an excellent choice for busy houses or individuals looking for an easy floor covering choice that does not need continuous upkeep. If you want Hardwood flooring in Enon, stay here.

Whether you're remodeling your home or developing a brand-new one, thinking about tile floor covering for your interior areas can be a smart investment. Not only does tile floor covering deal durability, layout adaptability, and very easy maintenance, but it additionally includes worth to your home and creates a classic charm that never ever heads out of design. With the countless options readily available in regards to products, colors, and patterns, you make sure to discover the excellent ceramic tile flooring to fit your taste and way of life. Welcome the beauty and functionality of ceramic tile floor covering in your home and enjoy its long-term elegance for many years ahead.

[stacynicoleinc]

#kitchen design #luxury interior designer #north carolina interior designer #commercial interior designer #residential interior designer #interior design #lighting design #lighting designer #stacynicoleinc #stacynicole #stacy nicole #nicole ingram #Nicole s ingram

[heavenlyhoundoom]

I want to make a furry dating SIM.

You can customize your character's species, gender, age, job, and more. The gender you choose will affect which characters you can date as it will align with their sexualities, here are the characters I have so far.

Mavis

.Gender: Female

.Species: Opossum

.Fur color: Purple

.Eye color: Brown

.Age: 23

.Birthday: 6/12

.Sexuality: Omnisexual

.Job: Athlete

.Main trait: Determined

.Favorite hobby: Yoga

.Favorite food: Sushi

.Favorite drink: Mango nectar

Piper

.Gender: Female

.Species: Alligator

.Scale color: Green

.Eye color: Yellow

.Age: 22

.Birthday: 4/27

.Sexuality: Bisexual

.Job: Game developer

.Main trait: Nerdy

.Favorite hobby: Playing videogames

.Favorite food: Pizza

.Favorite drink: Orange soda

Lars

.Gender: Male

.Species: Pig

.Fur color: Yellow

.Eye color: Brown

.Age: 23

.Birthday: 7/15

.Sexuality: Heterosexual

.Job: Banker

.Main trait: Serious

.Favorite hobby: Reading

.Favorite food: Lobster

.Favorite drink: Martinis

Tyson

.Species: Duck

.Gender: Male

.Feather color: White

.Eye color: Light blue

.Age: 21

.Birthday: 2/8

.Sexuality: Pansexual

.Job: High school janitor

.Main trait: Laid back

.Favorite hobby: Swimming

.Favorite food: Potato salad

.Favorite drink: Iced tea

Cindy

.Gender: Female

.Species: Poison dart frog

.Color: Black and blue

.Eye color: Orange

.Age: 20

.Birthday: 3/19

.Sexuality: Homosexual

.Job: Barista

.Main trait: Introvert

.Favorite hobby: Watching cartoons

.Favorite food: Bagels

.Favorite drink: Latte

Jacob

.Gender: Male

.Species: Ant

.Color: Red

.Eye color: Dark blue

.Age: 23

.Birthday: 8/1

.Sexuality: Bisexual

.Job: Freelancer

.Main trait: Rebellious

.Favorite hobby: Playing drums

.Favorite food: Veggie burgers

.Favorite drink: Root beer

Stacy

Gender: Female

Species: Flamingo

Feather color: Pink

.Eye color: Green

.Age: 23

.Birthday: 5/24

.Sexuality: Heterosexual

.Job: Fashion model

.Main trait: Sassy

.Favorite hobby: Vlogging

.Favorite food: Crêpes

.Favorite drink: Taro boba tea

.Zack

.Gender: Male

.Species: Lion

.Fur color: Yellow

.Eye color: Green

.Age: 23

. Birthday: 1/29

.Sexuality: Omnisexual

.Job: Lifeguard

.Main trait: Loyal

.Favorite hobby: Biking

.Favorite food: Fried shrimp

.Favorite drink: Blue Bass(this world's Red Bull)

Nola

.Gender: Female

.Species: Butterfly

.Color: Purple and pink

.Eye color: Light blue

.Age: 25

.Birthday: 10/3

.Sexuality: Polysexual

.Job: Waitress at a dinner

.Main trait: Polite

.Favorite hobby: Origami

.Favorite food: Fish and chips

.Favorite drink: Lemonade

Samuel

.Gender: Male

.Species: Mink

.Fur color: Black

.Eye color: Yellow

.Age: 24

. Birthday 9/14

.Sexuality: Homosexual

.Job: Stock clerk at Pawmart(this world's Wal-Mart)

.Main trait: Creative

.Favorite hobby: Painting

.Favorite food: French toast

.Favorite drink: Chocolate milk

Jolene

.Gender: Female

.Species: Caracal

.Fur color: Orange

.Eye color: Purple

.Age: 26

.Birthday: 2/20

.Sexuality: Pansexual

.Job: Interior designer

.Main trait: Independent

.Favorite hobby: Karaoke

.Favorite food: Omelettes

.Favorite drink: Whiskey

Derek

Gender: Male

Species: Chameleon

Scale color: Brown

.Eye color: Orange

.Age: 22

.Birthday: 6/9

.Sexuality: Polysexual

.Job: Landscaper

.Main trait: Honest

.Favorite hobby: Gardening

.Favorite food: Vegetable stew

.Favorite drink: Seltzer water

Bernadette

.Gender: Female

.Species: Vampire Poodle

.Fur color: Black

.Eye color: Red

.Age: 260(physically), 26(biologically)

.Birthday: 7/21

.Sexuality: Bisexual

.Job: None

.Main trait: Elegant

.Favorite hobby: Looking for love

.Favorite food/drink: Blood

Wally

.Gender: Male

.Species: Parrot

.Feather color: Blue

.Eye color: Green

.Age 20

.Birthday: 11/16

.Sexuality: Omnisexual

.Job: Pharmacist

.Main trait: Plain

.Favorite hobby: Rock collecting

.Favorite food: Oatmeal

.Favorite drink: Water

Cameron

.Gender: None(they/them)

.Species: Husky

.Fur color: Black and white

.Eye color: Light blue

.Age 23

.Birthday: 4/7

.Sexuality: Pansexual

.Job: Artist

.Main trait: Emo

.Favorite hobby: Watch scary movies

.Favorite food: Grilled salmon

.Favorite drink: Black coffee

Oakley

Gender: None(they/them)

Species: Tapir

.Fur color: Brown

.Age: 24

.9/23

.Sexuality: Skoliosexual

.Job: Baker

.Main trait: Shy

.Favorite hobby: Drawing

.Favorite food: Sundaes

.Favorite drink: Apple juice

#furry #dating sim #video games #indie video games #lgbtq+

[blogperfumes]

Miu Miu Fleur D'Argent Edp Absolue

Miu Miu Fleur D’Argent de Miu Miu é um perfume Oriental Floral Feminino. A marca tem o nome da neta do fundador da casa de moda Prada. A estilista italiana Miuccia Prada desviou-se propositadamente da estética tradicional da marca da sua família e, com a marca Miu Miu, criou um espaço para a sua própria expressão criativa. Quando Prada declarava o minimalismo na moda, a marca Miu Miu representava um contrapeso: um conceito de moda sensual e rebelde. O primeiro perfume Miu Miu foi lançado no mercado em 2015. O seu aroma floral excecional e o frasco com um design pouco convencional conquistaram rapidamente os corações de muitas mulheres e a fragrância Miu Miu tornou-se icónica no mundo perfumista.

Esta nova fragrância Miu Miu Fleur D’Argent foi lançada em 2018. O perfumista que assina esta fragrância é Daniela (Roche) Andrier. A fragrância contém Tuberosa, Almíscar e Akigalawood. Miu Miu Fleur d’Argent traz-nos o lado mais precioso e elegante desta casa de moda italiana, sendo que o próprio nome faz referência à sofisticação dos tons do frasco e do packaging e das matérias-primas utilizadas para a composição, principalmente do Absoluto de Tuberosa. Trata-se de uma das flores mais elegantes da Perfumaria, que aqui adquire um caráter luxuoso mas moderno ao mesmo tempo. Em Fleur d'Argent eleva-se o prestígio de Miu Miu, a mais luxuosa marca de moda jovem, a um novo nível! https://youtu.be/prZY1igsen0

Composição da fragrância

Toda a composição aromática é dominada pela tuberosa, suave e sensual, que torna a eau de parfum muito elegante e feminina. As essências florais são acentuadas pelos acordes de almíscar e molécula Akigalawood®, que confere um aroma atraente de pachuli à fragrância. O frasco da fragrância é um contraste entre tradição e modernidade: o acolchoado do vidro é mais moderno do que o das outras fragrâncias Miu Miu, com um interior prateado que lembra um medalhão de gelo. O icónico disco da tampa apresenta-se em cor de rosa pastel.

A atriz Stacy Martin, conhecida pelo seu papel no filme “Ninfomaníaca”, foi a escolhida para ser o rosto da campanha, - como a anterior Eau de Parfum de Miu Miu, L'Eau Bleue e l'Eau Rosée - inspirada pela sedução feminina e a estrela da campanha publicitária feita por Alasdair McLellan. Miu Miu Fleur D'Argent está disponivel em 30, 50 e 100ml Edp Absolue. Read the full article

#MiuMiu

[realtorjamier]

HGTV Real Estate and Real Life!

Chip and Joanna Gaines. They’re a dynamic duo: builder/contractor, real estate agent, interior designer/decorator — all in one delightfully friendly couple! They show prospective homeowners three house options. They help them through the budgeting process. They plan and implement the redesign and renovation and then furnish and decorate it beautifully. They finish the job in a relatively short period of time — and on time.

On tv, this all happens in 30 minutes. Amazing progress is made during commercial breaks. Few surprises. Happy new homeowners.

Home & Garden Television  — now known as HGTV — launched in the early 1990s and focuses on real estate, renovation, home décor and house flipping. Before that, the only show dedicated to home improvement was the PBS series “This Old House.” But HGTV’s popularity exploded and now viewers have many binge-watching options. 

And these reality shows have turned real estate agents, builders and interior decorators into household names and empires: Fixer Upper’s Chip and Joanna Gaines, Property Brothers Drew and Jonathan Scott, Flip or Flop’s Tarek and Christina, to name a few.

Let’s get real

How realistic are these scenarios played on tv? They’re popular and addictive, but do they set up unreasonable expectations for homeowners, home buyers and home sellers? What are the biggest misconceptions that these shows promote when it comes to home renovations?

“There are sooo many,” says Stacy Allwein, an agent with CENTURY 21 Redwood Realty. Her husband runs the renovation side of their business and together they have been investing and selling homes since 2006, “long before the popularity of the tv shows.”

Stacy has watched the evolution of home buyers as HGTV has soared in popularity.

“The biggest thing I see is that HGTV makes it seem like it is easier than it actually is to renovate and flip houses,” says Stacy. “They do not include many of the costs when they show purchase price, reno costs and sales price. Rarely do you see monthly carrying costs (insurance, loan payments if a lender is involved, etc.). In reality, the profits are not what you see on Flip this House.”

Buyers’ standards in décor have also risen considerably as they are inundated with picture-perfect homes, not only on television, but also on social media platforms like Instagram and Pinterest. Joanna Gaines is one example of a reality tv star becoming an enormously popular design influencer with her sophisticated upscale farmhouse aesthetic. The finished homes on Fixer Upper feature her company’s (Magnolia Market) furnishings and décor, not the homeowners’ real possessions, which might be worn and vintage. If the buyers want to keep the house looking as lovely as Joanna has created, they must purchase the items, which typically isn’t included in the budget mentioned on the show.

“Some buyers expect their homes to look like an HGTV home and if it doesn’t they are not willing to make concessions on their ‘must have’ list,” Stacy says. “When there’s a low inventory in the market like there is these days, buyers have to have more realistic expectations.”

The shows also have their share of purported behind-the-scenes shenanigans including allegations of faking scenes, shoppers hunting for a house that in actuality they have already purchased, staged scenarios and fabricated tension between couples.

And that annual HGTV Dream Home Giveaway? Sounds fabulous! Unfortunately, since the contest began more than 20 years ago, only a few winners have been able to actually keep these luxurious homes once they realize the tax burden. In order to live in the lap of luxury, you need to already be wealthy!

More Misconceptions

Timeline

When it comes to home renovations, the timeline is probably one of the most unrealistic expectations that viewers may walk away with. Your real-life contractor is probably juggling multiple projects, not just yours. The television contractors have a vested interest in solely focusing on a single project for the show.

Cost

Not only do real estate costs vary widely depending on location, but so do renovation costs. And keep in mind, these tv contractors’ rates may be reduced in exchange for the exposure they are getting by appearing on television.

Budget

Those outlandish budgets for seemingly commonplace people have become a running joke. “Ted is a part-time turtle rehabilitator and Marie blogs about invasive plants. Their budget? $1.3 million.” 

Market

If you like to binge-watch reruns from the past, keep in mind your current real estate market, factoring in fluctuations. Is it a buyer’s market or a seller’s market? This is important to understand when shopping for your next home.

Location

On television, the value of the area in which the house is located is shown as secondary to the sparkling new kitchens and bathrooms and that amazing patio. When house-hunting, keep in mind that bathrooms and kitchens depreciate in value, but the land under the house should increase in value. Without continued investment, your house will eventually become dated; make sure its location is tried and true, or obviously up and coming. 

Another thing about location, location, location: Those adorable Waco-based Fixer Upper homes would cost five times as much in Washington, D.C. As a comparison, the median price of a home that sold in Waco, Texas (where Fixer Upper is filmed) in October 2020 was $132,000. The median price of a home that sold in the Washington, D.C. region in October of 2020 was $675,000.

Search

Unlike the 30-minute shows you watch, you probably won’t find the house of your dreams after looking at just three houses. Buckle up and enjoy the ride.

On the bright side

Despite the misconceptions, HGTV remains hugely popular. Have these shows been at all helpful to the real estate and home renovation industry?

“In my opinion, HGTV has made things a little more exciting for buyers, as long as they are realistic,” says Stacy.

“They also help sellers have great ideas to get their homes prepped for sale. I have one client who has redone a house in one year that could be on HGTV.  I am so proud of this young teacher and her husband. They could have their own tv show: How to Redo a House on a Budget!”  

The bottom line: Enjoy the entertainment. Tune in to HGTV for inspiration, but set aside unrealistic expectations.

Contact me so we can find your dream home!

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