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Sleep Solutions: Why a Wooden Daybed with Pop-Up Trundle is a Smart Choice

Maximizing every square inch becomes paramount in urban dwellings or smaller homes with premium space. A wooden daybed with a pop up trundle offers a space-saving solution without flexible comfort or aesthetics. By day, the daybed serves as a cozy seating area for lounging or entertaining guests. It seamlessly transitions into a comfortable sleeping oasis by night, ensuring that every inch of your living space is utilized efficiently.

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Transitional Kids - Kids Room Inspiration for a mid-sized transitional girl medium tone wood floor kids' room remodel with beige walls

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Contemporary Bedroom

Inspiration for a large, modern guest bedroom remodel with a dark wood floor and brown walls, a ribbon fireplace, and a wood fireplace surround.

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My sisters couch uncomfy af

[jarofstyles]

Coconuts

idk where this came from tbh but I loved how It came out. 95% smut but I know y'all will never complain about that so :p 

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Warnings- smut, teasing, slight public play If you squint, slight degradation, but lighter compared to our other stuff. Cute

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Y/N could feel his eyes on her as she walked back towards him on the beach, his sunglasses doing little to hide the stare down he was having with her body. She’d known that this bathing suit would probably make him a little handsy, but it had been vastly underestimated how much it would distract him. There was not a single word being absorbed around him and she sort of felt like prey as she made her way to the rented cabana, tummy rumbling with both nerves and anticipation.

“What’s this, darling?” He asked as she flipped her sandals off on the raised wooden platform to avoid the spread of sand the best she could. He’d beaten her out here to set up their towels and made sure the daybed was good to go, as Y/N couldn’t handle another full day in the sun and needed the coverage the cabana would offer. He was being a doting and sweet boyfriend and she’d been planning on making him crazy.

“Hm? Oh, I got us those drinks in the coconuts.” She hummed, handing him one. It was part of the charm, their vacation essential, but he didn’t give the drink a second look before placing it on the little side table offered with the package. A tingle ran up her spine as warm hands grabbed the back of her thighs, urging her to step between his spread thighs while his brows furrowed behind the tinted lenses.

“You know that’s not what m’talking about, love.” He winced slightly at the light as Y/N pushed the glasses up into his hair so she could see his mossy eyes, resting her hand on his warm shoulder before taking a sip from her drink. It was a coconut rum cream type of thing and she knew she was going to be wasted on these, but that was the point. Wasn’t it?

But she was playing coy, tilting her head to the side as she gave him a look. “What do you mean, then?” It was exciting to play games with him. To tease him. Harry was a passionate man with a lot of redeeming qualities, but he was the most fun to tease. To watch him narrow his eyes at her and think about how she was most definitely going to pay for it later. It spiked her adrenaline, heartbeat quickening as his hands moved over her ass and to her hips. His thumbs dug into the dips back there, a deep exhale leaving his mouth and washing over her bare belly, heat pooling between her thighs as he leaned forward to press a chaste kiss right above her belly button.

“This bathing suit. I didn’t see you pack it.” He let her off the hook for playing dumb, rubbing his circles into the dips as he watched the corner of her lip temple as if trying not to smile. “I would remember a little thing like this. Barely fuckin’ there, is it?” His eyes found the tied strings at the sides of her waist. That was dangerous and the entire point. It was a deep red, the smallest thing she’d ever worn in public, and tied behind her neck and at her hips with flimsy strings. It was made to taunt him, make him needier than ever, and a bit of payback from the tiny yellow shorts he loved to wear. He knew just how much she loved his thighs and exactly what it did to her to see them exposed. Knowing what she liked to do on his bare thigh, right over the tattooed tiger.

“Oh, this old thing?” She smiled as innocently as she could. “It’s something from a few years back. I think my chest has gotten bigger since I originally bought it, but that’s not a problem… is it?”

“Actually,” Harry breathed. “It is.” He was quick to pull her into his lap, a squeak leaving her as he gave her a dark look. “Because you know exactly what this was going to do t’me and how it was going to make me feel, and you put it on anyway. You, you can hide when that perfect cunt gets wet and sticky. But me?” He glanced around before pulling her further over his lap so she could feel the growing bulge in his own bathing suit. “Can’t do much without scarring the rest of the people at this beach. You’re causing problems on purpose.” The voice he used was hushed and deep, going straight to her core. Of course it was the goal to get in trouble, but his reaction had been better than she anticipated. He shifted her slightly on his lap, subtly moving her over his length under the guise of adjusting her. “How do you think this is supposed t’get fixed? Want me to go have a wank in the restroom?”

“Nuh-uh.” She grinned. “I told you. I want all of you this trip.” Leaning to the side to place her own drink down, he hissed at the movement of her over his growing prick. “You’re not wasting a drop of you. It’ll get fixed, but m’not gonna rush off the beach before I’ve had my drink.” She shrugged, taking her hand that had been cooled by said drink to hold the side of his neck. There was a lot more satisfaction than she could admit when she saw him shiver at the temperature change. “This is my payback for those stupid yellow shorts you wore yesterday.”

Harry knew she could be vengeful. This cat and mouse game that had been him pursuing her had bled into the relationship and he loved that she liked to tease- but he loved that she was seeking a punishment out of it. “You know what I did in return for that?” He clicked his tongue. “I took you to the dressing area and fingered you until you dripped down my fingers. Had to hold your loud fucking mouth quiet, but I took care of it.” It wasn’t doing much good to think of it, especially considering his current predicament of trying not to get painfully hard, but it was one of his favorite things they’d ever done. Making Y/N melt into a desperate, horny mess had been one of his favorite pleasures in life, but knowing she was too needy to wait had stroked his ego.

The roles reversed, though? He wasn’t too sure. It would be noticeable if she was on her knees in the dressing tents, not just looking like an innocent couple leaving more tents open by changing under the same curtain. Her chest was distracting. It was glistening from the aftermath of freshly applied suncream, her breasts on full display and hanging just the way he liked. This bathing suit was his personal heaven. Or hell. He hadn’t quite decided yet.

“So how are you going to take care of me?”

Y/N knew she had been a little cruel, sure, but she could still feel the slight ache from how he’d fucked her last night. She wanted it again, but harder. He’d been a little soft beforehand and she figured he’d make use out of a little motivation.

“Aw, my poor baby.” She cooed, stroking his jaw as it clenched. “Getting hard for me. Can’t help it when you see my tits, hm? Or is it all of it?” There was a moment she pretended to think while he glared at her. “Probably all. But I’m not extremely cruel, Harry. Just giving you a taste of your own medicine. You failed to mention that you made me wait 3 hours until you took care of me.” It felt longer. “So we’re going to sit on this beach for 2. I’m going to have my drink, read my book, enjoy the warm breeze, and you’re going to sit with me. Then we can go back to the villa and you can do as you please.” She hummed, placing a wet kiss to his forehead before standing up from his lap. A towel was tossed his way, which he failed to catch because he was trying to pull her back into his lap. “Use this to hide yourself.” The smugness she felt was unmatched as she grabbed her book and found her way to the other side of the daybed, laying on her back to start the hardest reading session of her life.

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Harry didn’t make it easy on her. Not that she thought he would, considering she knew both of their histories of being menaces when in the mood, but she hadn’t expected to be so heavily affected by simple touches.

His fingers drew circles over her exposed hip as he spooned her, pretending to read over her shoulder. Quiet breaths puffed over the side of her neck as he nuzzled into her, sponging kisses there like clockwork. It was chaste enough that she couldn’t really scold him for it, but that didn’t mean it didn’t make her throb between her legs. It was her fault, she was torturing her own self with drawn out foreplay. Y/N rarely ever made Harry wait for it- she was far too greedy- so she struggled with holding her guns as she felt his fingers move further down to the bottom of her stomach, thumbing over the top of the little bathing suit bottoms.

It was a miracle she’d survived that far, and despite it only being an hour and 42 minutes, she thinks that it was good enough.

Pushing her into the villa, Harry’s hands rushed to tug the strings off of the suit, starting with the bottoms. “You evil little thing.” He growled against her mouth, pressing her up against the door as the red fabric fell to the ground and his hand slipped between her thighs. “What was the point of that, hm? You like being bad, pissing me off?” Fingers slid between her swollen, soaked folds and coated his skin just the way he knew it would. “Tortured yourself too. Could have just told me you wanted me to fuck you again and we could have spent the day in here.”

Y/N whined as she felt a digit sink into her, leaning further back against the door as he moved it slowly in and out of her. His fingers were thicker than her own, longer, making it much easier for him to reach places she couldn’t when she pleasured herself. His hands had always been a weakness for her, knowing how skilled he was in using them to create both art and pleasure. Coaxing the perfect orgasms from her since he’d met her. “Y-You teased me first.” She huffed, eyes fluttering as his mouth sucked over a part of her jaw that he knew would make her weaken. “What did you expect?”

“I expected you to be a big girl and tell me what you wanted, rather than parade around in this slutty little bathing suit and make me wait two hours before I could do anything about it.” He grumbled, teeth scraping over skin making her whimper. “I expected you to keep me in bed and spread your gorgeous thighs for me and tell me that you’re the neediest little thing, and you want my cock. I would have done it in a heartbeat. Instead, you chose to be a fucking brat. Because if you wanted to work me up, if you wanted me to be frustrated? It worked.” His opposite hand came down on her bare ass, the slap resonating through the villa and sting making her gasp. “What was the end goal?”

His finger was joined by another, making her eyes flutter and her brain slow down a little bit. He knew what he was doing- he always did. “Just wanted you to feel… to feel like I did. You made me wait and…” Her voice trailed off as it bled into a moan, his fingers hooking just so to hit the spot she needed.

“And?” He asked expectantly. “And what, sweetheart. Because I recall taking care of you. Even soaking, no one could tell. But everyone would be able to see my dick if I didn’t have that towel. Is that what you wanted? Wanted everyone to see me?”

“No!” She hissed. “No it’s- It’s mine. I just wanted, I wanted you to feel what I felt.” Her head fell back against the door with a thump, spreading her legs a bit more. Harry knew exactly what he was doing, he knew exactly what to do to make her weak. His quickening fingers and his hand gripping the side of her ass, he was making her see that she was definitely going to pay for it. “You’ve been driving me crazy the whole vacation and I… fuck.” Her words trailed off, the feel of the heel of his hand tapping against her clit with his thrusts making her brain fuzzy.

“You think you haven’t been driving me insane this whole time?” He asked, tone incredulous. “Think I havent been losing my fucking mind watching you walk around in these little bathing suits and sundresses? Think I haven’t had to be mindful of what m’wearing or what we’re doing because all I want to do is bend you over and hike up those dresses or pull down those bottoms and sink right back where I belong?” His voice hissed against her ear as he kissed over the side of neck, the sloppy pecks making her breathing pick up. “Because I have been fucking insane, I’ve been trying to be decent and make sure m’not hogging you in bed and let you go to the beaches and to the shops and to dinner, but I’d be perfectly happy with you in here, with our view of the ocean and you warming my cock.”

Y/N could feel herself getting close. It was hard not to with how worked up she’d gotten trying to tease him, the way he was talking to her, how his fingers always managed to coax the orgasms out of her faster than anyone else- including herself- ever had. “I would have- I would have, I want that, please.” She begged, which Harry knew all too well what that tone of voice meant. She was deliciously close, the slick of her arousal dribbling down his hand and she was just right there-

And he stopped. Y/N whined, tears welling in her eyes as she looked at him in disbelief. He was so generous with her pleasure that she hadn’t been expecting that in the slightest.

“If you hadn’t been a brat, maybe I would have let you.” He took his fingers from her, bringing them up to his mouth and made a show of licking them clean. Running them over his tongue with a soft hum and making a show of it as she scowled. “Mmm, none of that, my angel. You’ll get what you want. Just be patient.” Without another word he lifted her up, making her squeal as she was carried across the place before being deposited in the bed. Seeing as he was shirtless still, it was quick work to get himself naked, shorts kicked off to the side as he crawled up the bed and found her mouth right away.

She could taste herself on his tongue as he kissed her deeply, fingers finding the knots behind her neck to undo the swimsuit. It was quick work to pull the cups down, exposing the soft chest he had been obsessed with since day one. Pulling away with wet lips, he looked down at her exposed breasts, pebbled nipples calling to him as he grabbed under her arms to pull her up on the bed and stayed right where he was. “You know how cruel it is to have these right in front of my face, unable to do a thing?” His hushed words made her nod. She did know, she knew exactly how much he loved her chest and just how crazy it would drive him. “I know you did, pet. You know how much I fucking love your body.” His fingers plucked both nipples, squeezing lightly to make her gasp.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered, feeling the heat throbbing even hotter as she looked at her. There was something in his eyes, the full lust, the desire and hunger that made her feel like the most desired person in the world. Like no one else could compare. Harry had the ability to make her feel as if she was the only one he’d ever had eyes for, the only one he ever would. She wanted to be his forever, hold on to this feeling and let it grow. “I’m sorry, I just wanted you.” Her whine was cute, he thought, but the apology didn’t cut it.

“I don’t think you are, my love. But you will be.” The man’s tongue brushed through the valley between her breasts, tasting the salt of her skin and the ocean air as it moved to the right one. He was getting her wet as he trailed down to her nipple, moving his fingers out of the way so he could do his job.

If you asked Harry if he was an ass or breast man, he’d tell you he was both- but he had a significant soft spot for Y/N’s chest. He’d been obsessed since the first time he saw her, but more so the first time she took her shirt off and let him suck on her. She was so sensitive, the little whimper she let out proving it as her fingers threaded into her hair and she pushed him further into the soft flesh. Hips moving while she tried to grind against his thigh feeling his lips pull more of her nipple into his mouth and sucked on the raised skin.

“Fuck me.” Y/N breathed, Harry’s thigh giving her a bit of mercy as he pressed it against her cunt. It limited how high she could move her hips, but he didn’t stop her from rubbing against him. His lips pulled and sucked, swirling his tongue over the nipple as he groaned against her breast. She could feel his cock against her thigh, feel it leaking over her skin and felt the desperation rising in her stomach to get him inside. She craved it just as much as he did, and had half a mind to demand him to make good on his promise of keeping him tucked inside of her so they could go again and again and again. It was an addiction, how his body made her feel. Desperate and needy, wet and achy, she had the best man to take care of her but he loved to fucking tease. “Inside me, please. I’ll be good, you can do it hard, I just need it. M’empty.”

Harry ignored her, pulling off of her right nipple and switching to her left. This time, though, he kept his eyes open and watched her face scrunch up with pleasure. It was able to be felt smeared all over his thigh as she ground herself against it, making a mess of him before he was even inside of her, but he loved it. Making her this desperate was his favorite thing to do and it wasn’t hard. His girl was sensitive and needy and he took pleasure in making her teary and begging for him. It was his payback.

Y/N mewled as his teeth scraped over the swollen nipple, hips jerking and hands tugging sharply at his hair which only spurred him on further. Sucking harder on the bud and making her keen out loud, hips bucking into the air before he finally released her. If he did too much he could probably make her finish from that, but that was something he wanted to try another day. His dick had been throbbing for hours now, and he wanted some relief.

“Lay on your stomach.” He ordered, watching her scramble to listen. He had gotten his point across and he knew it, a self satisfied smirk coming on his face as he pulled his briefs down and gave himself a few tugs. She laid down just as he said, her cheek to the pillow as she looked back at him with a soft pout on her lips. His sweet girl, desperate for his cock but trying to make it up to him now for being a tease. “Looks like you can listen. I’m so proud of you.” He crooned, kneeling on the bed and finding himself between her spread legs. “Ass up for me, darling girl. Let me see.”

She did as asked again, shuffling her knees so she was spread and tilted up for him. Her cunt was dripping and hot, empty and aching for him to fill her. Her plan had backfired significantly but at the end of the day, all she wanted was his cock. That’s been the goal this whole time. “Please. I need it, H.” She whispered, gripping the white sheets. “Give it to me. I can take it. M’sorry for teasing you.”

“I’m sure you are.” His hand spread her ass open, spitting over her hole and letting it drip down to her swollen clit where he took the tip of his cock and spread it all over her. “You know, I had a plan t’punish you even more, but.. Turns out, I’m fucking weak for this cunt.” He sighed, pushing the head into her and watching it stretch her a little bit. “I’m just as greedy for it. So m’gonna be nice to you and give you what you want, but I’ll remember this later.” His head pulled forward as he sunk deeper in, the hot channel making his brain go a bit fuzzy.

“Fuck, you’ve got perfect pussy, baby.” His tough exterior faded as his hips met her ass, exhaling sharply. “Can’t resist it. Make me a fucking mess every time.” The warm air flowed into their villa through the open door with the sea view, making him pause. Leaning down, he wrapped a hand around her throat and pulled her up to look at it, letting her shaky arms hold herself up as he began to thrust into her welcoming cunt. “Look at where I’ve brought you, baby. Beautiful views, but… This one will always be my favorite.” Lips brushed her ear as the sloppy sound of her soaked cunt being fucked by his prick filled the room. “Seeing you take my cock is my favorite thing. Most beautiful thing in the world, love that you let me own you like this.” His lips pressed against her cheek as she moaned. The firm grip around her throat had her fuzzy, this position making him feel so goddamn deep that she could barely breathe.

“I love it, I love you. Love your cock, love how you make me feel.” She babbled. “Just… Don’t pull out. Please.” Her begging seemed to spur him on, the slap of skin against skin getting louder while he fucked into her. The man was always greedy for her but his sexual frustration was showing, not at all going easy on her. It wasn’t mean, it wasn’t punishment, but pure lust. This was need, and Y/N was happy to be on the receiving end of it.

“M’not going to, baby. Promised you that you could have every drop.” He was nearly purring, breathing a bit heavy but more than satisfied as he fucked into her over and over again. “That’s a lot of love, but m’happy to hear it. Just want to make you happy, make you feel amazing. Don’t have to tease me to have my cock next time… just have to ask me in that pretty voice and give me those gorgeous eyes and I’ll give you anything you want.”

Y/N nodded even though his words sort of went through her. His slight adjustment to his position had him hitting the spot he needed to hit and she was making a fucking mess. She knew she was, hearing the wet sound increasing as he cursed under his breath. It was hard for her not to shudder as she gushed around him, feeling his balls tap against her clit as her watery eyes were forced to look out to the ocean. No words could leave her besides his name and a string of moans. His name was the only important thing, according to her brain.

“Got your cunt all sloppy for me… god, baby… I love you.” He moaned, feeling a little wrecked as he took a glance down to see himself covered in her. Wet and glistening from her how good he was giving it to her, it was another one of his favorite views. “Love my sweet girl and her sweet pussy, m’gonna give it to you over and over… fuck, you’re going to make me cum.” It was hard to keep holding on. Her skin was hot and he could feel he ragged breathing against his palm, her pulse thundering against his fingertips as he worked his prick into her weeping hole. “Never going to stop makin’ love to you, my perfect girl.”

Her orgasm surprised them both. He felt it come on as she whimpered his name, rippling against his cock and squeezing him hard as she shuddered underneath him. Her body fell forwards on the bed and he was done for, releasing her throat to fall on top of her and give a few more sloppy thrusts. A guttural groan left his throat as he buried his face into her neck, feeling his cock pulse and balls tighten as he unloaded inside of her. Keeping himself buried as promised, he ground himself as deep as he could and let it stay deep as his hips twitched, breathing heavy and hot against her skin. “Shit- god.” He croaked, pressing a sloppy stream of kisses from her neck to her cheek. “Fucks sake. Knew I wasn’t going to last a long time but, christ.” A drunken laugh left his throat as she hummed, turning her face with a pout.

“Kissy?” She whispered, lips puckering and effectively making his heart melt. He’d never say no to a kiss from her. It was an immediate wish granted, leaning closer to kiss her but making them both moan as the shift made his cock push further into her. He didn’t break away for a few moments though, pressing sticky pecks to her lips and sighing happily once she laid her cheek back on the pillow.

“Have a really hard time saying no t’you, sweetheart.” He admitted, keeping his face in her neck as he tried to recover.

“Good.” The girl’s voice was still a little shaky. “So you’ll go get me another coconut drink before we go again?”

“Again?” He laughed against her skin, biting down gently to make her yelp. “Fucking minx, my lovely little slut. Course she wants t’go again. I shouldn't have given you the benefit of the doubt. You’re my greedy girl.” Though no one would ever hear Harry complaining about that. His recovery time may need a bit of work if they were going to spend all day here though. “I’m gonna say yes, but only because I want you to lay here and keep my cum inside you.” The man was definitely catching her onto her neediness. “As hot as it is when it drips down your thigh, we don’t want to waste any. So lay here and be pretty for me while I go get you that silly little drink. M’not gonna go as easy next time.”

“Sounds perfect.” The giggle was music to his damn ears. “But don’t forget the cute little umbrella, kay? Need it to be part of the experience.”

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The Saint, The Sinner & The Devil Pt. 1

Mafia AU x Narcos x TLOU Cross Over Characters: Mafia DBF!Joel Miller, Corrupt Javier Pena + You/Reader Content Warnings: Age Gap, Size Difference, Rough Sex, DBF, Dirty Talk, Daddy might be used in later parts, No Use of Y/N, Threesome, name calling, might be more that I've missed! Disclaimer & Notes: 1.6k Words >> Yes I know they're the same FC but shhh they're different and it works beautifully. This was inspired by a conversation with the beautiful @dreamsofmandalore + Want to see more? I’d love to see some requests, here! Image Credit: x x

Joel swiped the pad of his thumb across his tongue before flicking through a stack of hundreds. Counting out ten Benjamin's, he handed them over to the agent currently leaning against the wall of his office. Javier was as corrupt as they come, his weekly payment something he'd always collected in person. "And the other half?" He asked in a low drawl, nodding to the door behind Joel as he pocketed the cash.

"Your usual is waiting for you." The money was only half of it. For a DEA agent, Javier Pena was one of his easiest bribes. Sometimes he wondered if the cash was just a diversion, an excuse for him to let out the sinner within. It was hardly enough to justify looking the other way on his dealings and yet here they were, doing the same song and dance they always did.

Joel rose to full height, his ageing knees cracking from the shift in position. He pushed the thought aside, ignoring the fact that fifty-seven wasn't the same as thirty. As far as he was concerned, if he could draw a gun, he had plenty of life left in him.

Ring laden fingers closed around the door handle, pulling it open as Pena brushed passed him. "You joining me this time, Miller?"

Scrubbing his face in contemplation, he checked the rolex on his wrist. Pena was the last meeting on his agenda for the evening. He'd planned on taking his girl home with him but his favourite happened to be Pena's, too... "Ah, fuck it," he motioned to the center of the room, closing and locking the door behind them both after stepping in with him.

The room was nondescript, aged wine colored walls, dark wooden floorboards, a large, deep purple velvet covered daybed in the corner; and you in the middle. Your hands are bound behind your back, the soft leather cuffs tight but not uncomfortable. It's the only thing you're wearing, knowing exactly how Javi likes you. Unencumbered. Your gaze averted, studiously watching the floor despite every fiber of your being screaming at you to look up, to take in the sight of him.

He was so handsome, so was the boss. The pair so similar they could be brothers. They were two sides of the same coin, the dark and supposed light of an unrelenting war - but in this room, they were predators and you, their prey. You shouldn't enjoy his sessions as much as you do but the truth was, you looked forward to them. This had become your favorite part of the week. When you weren't with Joel, that was.

The boys circle you, moving in opposite direction, in perfect synchronicity as they both eye you hungrily. "I never tire of this one, you know?" Pena's accent was always thicker whenever he was in a room with you. So turned on it was like he fell deeper into those base instincts, his field of vision limited to you, and exactly what he'd planned on doing to that perfect little body of yours. You bite your lower lip, your chest rising and falling as you wait with bated breath for one of them to make their move. Joel hung back, letting the agent take the first step. He always did. You knew why they were there, understood the importance of making Agent Pena happy.

He moved behind you, your back pressed against the broad expanse of his chest, both men towering over you even with Joel standing a few steps away. Javier's hand reached around you tenderly, sliding up your thigh, over your stomach towards your breasts. He cupped one, kneading it between his fingers. Your eyes flick towards Joel's, an unspoken question phrased in the way you look at him. “Yes, little one. You'll get to service us both tonight.”

It was the only explanation you were going to get; the only one you needed. Your back arched for the agent, pressing yourself against his palm as his fingers found your nipple, rolling it between them. It wasn't long before Joel closed the distance between you, joining the other man. A large hand slipping down between your legs, three fingers forced into your cunt without hesitation, stretching you wide. Dipping his head, his lips brushing against your ear, his voice a low murmur. “Mmm, always so tight for me, aren't you, baby?”

His forearm started to move, back and forth, fucking you with a skilled hand, your moans filling the small room. Javier's fist locked in your soft hair, holding you still even though you weren't going anywhere. His hips shift forward, grinding his hard cock against your ass through the form fitting denim he was wearing. Joel's head bent forward, taking the nipple Javi had been working earlier between his lips. 

You moan at the attention, lapping it up, loving being sandwiched between the two violent men. You knew the drill, behave and you shall be rewarded… and so far? You were doing splendidly. Javi's free hand found your tight little ass, massaging it roughly. A low groan fell from his lips, blending with the hard slap that echoed off the walls as you squeal for him. "What do you say, whore?" Joel's voice, commanding in your ear. "Thank you, sir." There was no hesitation in your breathy response.

He could see Javi over your shoulder, his eyes locked onto Joels. There was a glint of approval in them that made the older male proud. His hand came down again, another hard slap in exactly the same spot. Over and over again. Each time, you oblige him with a thank you, Sir and all the while, Joel continued his three finger assault.

Pausing only to give his own hand a break, he palmed at the heat of your flesh, massaging the brilliant mark he’d left behind. His cock was painfully hard, the sight of you writhing between them driving him wild. Tightening his hold on your hair, a harsh jerk forcing your slender back to arch. Your clit grinding against Joel's palm as Javi worked the zipper on his jeans. There would be no foreplay from him, no warning you up or allowing his favorite little toy a chance to get used to the idea of what he was about to do… He lined the swollen head up with your tightest hole and slammed balls deep into your ass. 

You scream at the invasion, your walls massaging him as he pulls back, reaching the very tip and slamming home again. His thrusts brutal as he drills into you. From this angle, he could feel Joels fingers against his length. If only it was his cock, instead...

 Clearly, Joel was of the same mind as he’d raised his head, the hand not buried in your cunt sliding the zipper of his pants down. His hard cock sprung free of its binds, and he swapped the fingers with his length in a matter of seconds. 

The males groaned on impact, their rhythm perfectly in sync. As one moved out, the other moved in. They had done this dance before, were well versed in what they liked…their eyes locked over your head as the pace intensified. 

Joel raised his fingers, still slick with their juices, forcing them between your lips. The soft glow of the overhead light reflecting on the gold rings he wore. Your expert tongue cleaning yourself from Joel's fingers as he pushes them deeper. Javi used the fist in your hair to force your head forward, moving it back and forth. “Take it, slut.” The growl came from Javi and Joel groaned again…

Joel's other hand came down on your tits, catching the nipple hard. Your cry muffled, as was the thanks you offered to him. Pride filled his chest as you continued to behave. Such a good girl for him. Joel repeated his action, slapping you so hard the flesh bounced in retaliation. 

Javi reached around to slap the other one at the same time, ensuring both were attended to while their cocks pistoned in and out of your tight little holes. Their bodies collided with such force, the slaps were as loud as those created by their hands. 

Joel slid out from your slick heat, throwing a knowing glance Javi's way. On a groan, the hand in your hair forced your upper body forward, your legs kicked apart as your body was bent into a right angle. In a quick movement, Javi pulled out of your ass and slammed into your soaking cunt, filling the space Joel previously had.

The devilish grin on Joel's face widened as his hand now took over the hold on your hair, slapping the tip of his heavy length against your lips. “Open for me, whore.” You oblige immediately, your lips sucking that length in between them. He groaned as he let you take control, for a short while, anyway. That expert mouth working Joel like you did this for a damn living.

He could see the muscles on his abdomen ripple and constrict as his breath tightened. Javi continued with his brutal pace, fucking you mercilessly. “Mmmm, such a good little fucktoy. Take it, that's a good girl.” He groaned, slapping your bright red cheeks. His hands dug into the small of your hips, leveraging himself against you to fuck you harder. 

For Javi, it wasn't about the money, or the whores. He could get them anywhere. The cash was cream on the top; the real bribe was you.

The kingpins daughter wasn't anything he could buy, you were something of a prize. The day he'd discovered your affair with your father's best friend, his right hand man, the Cartel's enforcer, turned out to be the best day of his goddamned life.

He'd had all the leverage he needed to take down an empire, the only problem was... he wanted you more.

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Hi hiii is it okay if u could write for an aemond x f!curvy!reader scenario where after they've been subtly flirting and the heavy sexual tension is just growing, one night aemond decides to pay a visit to reader who opens the door thinking it was helaene in a thin silk short nightgown that leaves little to the imagination and whatever happens next 😳 u can make it smutty or slightly

i don’t think i did this ask justice tbh but i hope you all enjoy it regardless!

***also i made this one WHAT I THINK to be more character accurate. aka- aemond is a little crazier but there’s still some sweet moments don’t worry

MY ASKS ARE CURRENTLY CLOSED JUST UNTIL I GET CAUGHT UP

warnings: mentions of sex, kissing, tell me if i misses anything!!

The Art of Waiting

Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Curvy!Reader

—-

Aemond had been waiting. For an eternity, it seems, but in reality was only a year.

You had come to the Red Keep to be a handmaiden to Lady Helaena, who was now one of your dearest friends. Everyone had warned you of Prince Aegon- that he preyed on his wife’s handmaidens like a vulture.

But he did not pursue you.

You were grateful, of course, but couldn’t help the hit to your ego. You knew you were not bony and wiry like most women at court, your hips were soft and your stomach had rolls. You had learned to accept that your marriage, if any, would be arranged and loveless.

Until you caught the second son’s eye.

From the moment you walked in behind Helaena, he knew you were meant to be his. You were made for him, you were his and his only. You were beautiful, unconventional, like him. He fantasized about how you two were like puzzle pieces, and if he was to touch you- really touch you- you would simply sink into him. If only because you were his, and made for him.

You had to be his, for who else could you be made for?

—-

The hour was late. It was storming, and thunder crashed and lighting struck. But you were safe inside the Red Keep.

When someone knocked on the door, you assumed it was Helaena looking for comfort. She had never liked storms.

You opened the heavy wooden door, clad only in a white lacey nightgown. You admit, the size was one too small, and left little to the imagination. It was already meant to be thin and short, to provide relief from the heat and humidity that often struck King’s Landing. And while it was quite cold tonight, all of your other items were in need of washing. It was all you had.

Aemond stood in the doorway, hand raised to knock again. At first, you didn’t even remember your gown.

Aemond always had this way of mesmerizing you.

His eyepatch, his lean body, muscled arms. You longed for him to hold you. You longed to run your fingers through his hair, forget about your duties.

“Lady Y/N, I-” His eyes trailed you over.

“My Prince?” You looked down. “Oh! I- I- am most- oh, please forgive me, My Prince. I assumed you were Helaena. Please- please forgive me. I swear-”

“Stop.” You shut your mouth quickly. He pushed you into your room, shutting and bolting the door behind you. You feared he was like Aegon.

“My Prince, please, forgive me.”

He turned back around, leaning against the door. His eye raked over you, rabid, but you found you liked his gaze. You always liked his gaze on you.

—-

“Lady Y/N, would you mind fetching me some more tea from the kitchens?”

“Of course, Princess.” You bowed. It was only your second week being Helaena’s handmaiden, and this was your first real test. Serving Helaena during tea with her family. She sat on the end of a daybed, Alicent next to her. Aemond and Aegon were across, a table in the middle. The Hand sat in a chair on the end. Regardless, you found Helaena to be the sweetest woman in the world, and truly enjoyed spending time with her.

“Let someone else do it.” Prince Aemond spoke. His eye had been on you the entire time, and you weren’t sure why. You would only admit this to yourself, but Aemond was quite handsome. You didn’t mind his eye on you. “I am… I think she would be better suited here. Right, sister?” Helaena thought it over in her head.

“I suppose you’re right, Aemond. Stay here, Y/N.” You stayed, and she eyed you. “Actually, I wish for you to sit. Come, my friend.” She shifted, patting the space next to her. You sat down, carefully folding your legs as you had been taught to do. Helaena put a comforting hand on your thigh, feeling your anxiety. “Do not fret,” Her words were for you only. “If Aegon has not tortured you yet, I doubt he ever will. And Aemond is nice, you saw. My mother is kind as well, a true Queen.” You nodded.

Aemond’s eye did not leave you the entire tea.

—-

“Lady Y/N.” You could not decipher the tone in his voice, the emotions in his gaze. You instinctively tried to tug your nightgown further down your thighs, placing a hand over your cleavage. He frowned. “Why do you hide from me? Do not hide, darling.”

You were confused, to say the least. In the last few months, you had adjusted to life at the Keep. Helaena became a true friend, her children like your own. Alicent was kind, and Aemond always seemed to strike up a conversation with you.

He would flirt, shamelessly, and you found that when you reciprocated, even with a slight blush or a light smile, jewelry or other various gifts would appear on your nightstand. When you wore one of the gifts, more would appear. You couldn’t know for sure if it was Aemond, or how he was even getting the gifts into your room, but you liked knowing someone was out there. It gave you hope.

Reluctantly, you let your hands fall limp against your sides.

“I cannot wait any longer.” You were even more confused.

“Wait for what, My Prince?”

“You.”

“Aemond-” You were being bold, treading a dangerous path. “I- I do not know what you mean.”

“You like my gifts, yes?”

“They were yours?”

“My love, if you had another admirer, I would have killed them.”

“Aemond…” You turned away from him. You were consuming too much information at once.

“What more would you like? What would it take for you to become mine, willingly?” Whether you realized it or not, something was hidden under his words. He would take you, whether you wanted it or not. The only reason he had waited this long was because he enjoyed the game.

“You- you want me- to- Aemond, I…”

He took a step closer. You wanted him to come closer.

“Aemond, I do not know what to say,” Your eyes welled with tears. Was he just playing with you?

He noticed the tears in your eyes, jumping forward.

“Why do you cry?” He asked, frown upon his face.

“This is not a funny joke, Prince Aemond. If you wish to humiliate me, you have succeeded. I am horribly humiliated for falling to your antics.” Now, it is his turn to be confused.

“Why would I joke about this?” He takes your hand, presses his lips to the back of it. You gasp. He treats you so tenderly, like no one ever has before. “You were made for me, don’t you know?”

Oh, how badly you wanted to be his. You thought of him day and night, morning and noon. You thought of him while walking through the gardens, you thought of him while your hand trailed under your nightgown in the dark.

“Aemond-”

“You do not believe me.” It is more of a statement than a question, but you nod in response anyways. “Then I will show you.”

Before you can even comprehend what he is doing, he places a hand onto your face and connects his lips to yours. You are frozen.

Until you feel it.

Something like warmth, like love, spreads from your lips through to your entire body. And suddenly you are grabbing at him, fearfully, like he will turn to ash in your hands. He pulls away, and you need him like water, so you try to kiss him again. He stops you.

Any doubt in your mind is put on the back burner, because all you can think of is the feel of his lips. How your fingers are a cheap replacement for the real thing. You are ready to beg for more of him, all of him. Eye patch and scars, muscles and every other part of his heavenly body.

“Do you understand?” You nod. “I will give you the world, my love. The world.”

“Aemond, I…” He shushes you.

“All you have to do is let me.”

And in that moment you truly become his.

You follow him to your bed, surprised when all he does is take off his leather jacket. He must notice your expression, but he simply lays back and opens his arms. You settle next to him, legs intertwining.

“You love me?” You need to know his answer. You need to hear it.

“I do.”

“You would marry me?”

“I will.”

“I do not believe you.”

“Then I’ll show you.” His words are simple, and you love it. You love every word out of his mouth. And you feel his next kiss in your soul, in the tips of your toes and in your stomach. You feel his next kiss, and his next, and his next…

—-

[litgwritersroom]

Hiii I love your page, can you please write something for Jamal or Lewie where the producers stop them from following us out when we gets dumped? I would love to see the behind the scenes

STAY

Jamal / MC - 2400+ words - @tammyisobsessedwith

When the girl he was falling for gets dumped, Jamal is almost ready to walk out the door after her.

“The Islander who will be leaving the Villa tonight is… Olivia.”

Shocked gasps reverberate in the still night air as the whole group hears those words, Ozzy’s voice sounding hollowed out as he reads the name in the text message. 

It takes a moment for it to sink in, Jamal looking across the firepit as their fellow Islanders react to the shattering news: the softly whispered ‘no’ coming from Bella sitting next to him, so at odds with her usually upbeat and loud personality; how Amelia’s whole body seemed to coil in on itself, her hands coming up to cover her lips as her eyes immediately shine brighter with unshed tears. Grace looks shell-shocked, like she can’t believe what’s happened as she stands there with her mouth hanging open, her hands still tightly wound around Olivia’s. The other boys’ reactions are all in the same line, the absolute bombshell news rendering everyone speechless as no one saw this coming.

As for Olivia… Liv seems petrified, eyes wide and her lips just slightly parted as if her breath was stolen away. She looks as if she were in a daze then the next moment her brown eyes sharply meet Jamal’s over the blazing firepit and he can feel so many different emotions passing through the air between the two of them with that single look that it almost knocks him over.

“No way,” Jamal hears himself saying it, but he can’t really recognise his own voice. Blood rushes in his ears and there’s a tightness in his throat that actually makes it a little hard to breathe.

The sound of a text coming through brings reality crashing down on all of them. Olivia recovers somewhat from the shock as she reaches for her phone with slightly trembling hands. “Olivia, your time on Love Island has come to an end. You have thirty minutes to pack your bags. Please say your goodbyes and leave the Villa.”

“Oh my god, no!” Amelia exclaims, getting up and out of Roberto’s arms as she crosses over to her twin sister in a few rapid steps, her high-heeled sandals clicking loudly on the wooden floor. She throws her arms around Olivia and buries her head in her shoulder, her sister stumbling slightly on her feet with the force of this sudden movement, then she hugs Amelia back and gently pats her on the head.

That seems to put the whole Villa in motion again, everyone getting up and crowding up around Olivia. The other girls join the two sisters in a group hug and everyone starts talking again, saying how it can’t be real and how there must be some mistake.

Jamal is still reeling, as not only he’d just lost his best friend from the Villa when they’d sent Lewie and Chloe home just a few minutes ago, but now his girl is also leaving. The other boys come with comforting pats on his back, even Elliot walks over with a grimace on his face as he offers his sympathies. 

Even though the gamer had picked Olivia at the last recoupling, she had remained loyal and unofficially coupled up with Jamal the last few days, as they slept out in the daybeds or in the lounge and they’d still been spending a lot of their time together. Despite the newest bombshell’s efforts, Elliot wasn’t able to turn her head, as Olivia was simply friendly with him but she made it quite clear that her eggs were still firmly in Jamal’s basket.

But now… It doesn’t seem fair. It was supposed to be a matter of time, just waiting until the next recoupling before they were officially back together, as it always should’ve been. How could they be sending home the one person who personifies the heart of the Villa and this whole Love Island journey? And for Jamal specifically, he doesn’t see much of a point in staying if she’s leaving.

After all, that is the name of the game. And listen, he isn’t one to talk about fate or destiny and bullshit like that ─ that’s the sort of thing Ryan was always going on about in his flowery speeches or song lyrics. Jamal believes that we make our own lives and he has created his path from scratch, with his own hands and the skills he has after a lot of hard work. He’d thought coming on Love Island would be 1) a laugh, 2) a great opportunity to put his brand on the map, and 3) a chance for a cheeky summer fling, at most.

But what he’s found with Olivia is unlike anything he has ever experienced before. Not only is she drop-dead gorgeous and one of the hottest women he’s ever met (and trust him, he’s met a lot of hot women over the years), but she can also make him laugh and enjoy the little moments together while also dreaming up big things for the future. He loves her ambition, how she has so many topics she feels passionate about and all the projects that she wants to implement through her social media presence and the charity she works with. He loves her energy, how she wants to be everyone’s friend and how much she enjoys taking care of people and hyping them up. She’s so upbeat and charismatic that he can’t help but fall under her spell, his own smile shining so brightly whenever he manages to make her laugh.

Man, he could go on and on! To be honest, he can’t really explain what it is about this girl that actually made him run around gathering flowers to spell hearts and make grand declarations. He just knows she’s someone special and that she’s brought out feelings that he’d never felt before, and since he doesn’t have his camera or his skateboard to express himself, it needed to come out somehow. Luckily Liv thought it was the cutest thing, she still keeps a bunch of the wilting flowers on her bedside table and refuses to throw them out.

All of these thoughts swirl in his mind as he thinks about what it will mean for the two of them now that she’s leaving. He doesn’t really know how he ends up sitting down again, but the firepit is quieter as everyone else walks away and she’s with him now, kneeling on the floor between his legs as she looks up at him with a small smile.

“What the fuck, Liv.” He says, his voice still sounding strange to his own ears. “How can you be dumped?”

“It’s part of the game, babe,” she says with a casual shrug, almost as if she’s convincing herself of her own words. “We never know how we’re coming across to the people out there.”

“That’s bullshit,” he says with a mirthless laugh. “You’re the best one of us, if people don’t love you then they’re just wrong,” he adds defiantly.

“You’re just sweet on me, you’re biassed,” she counters with a teasing smile and he can’t help but smile a little in return. “Listen, you stay and have fun,” Liv says, her voice just above a whisper, her eyes shining brighter.

“Without you?” He grimaces at the thought. “Doesn’t sound much fun.”

“Yeah I know, but you should stay,” she insists with a gentle tone. “You have so many things you want to accomplish…” 

She doesn’t need to say it out loud, he knows what she means: the more air time he gets, the more exposure, the better chances he has to make deals once he’s out of Love Island to get his brand off the ground.

He feels his heart hurting at the thought that she’s still thinking of him first and all the plans they were making for the future. He knows it’s a big decision to make, but right then the fact that she wants him to stay makes him want to go even more.

“I’ll be waiting outside,” she continues with that small smile. “And if you happen to find someone here who absolutely blows your mind─”

“Not gonna happen,” he interrupts her with a shake of his head.

“We never know,” she counters with a shrug. “All I’m saying is… I’ll understand. You know I only want the best for you, right?”

“I’ve already found the best,” he argues back, running his hands through her hair before cupping her face and kissing her gently. Olivia lets him pull them up to their feet, their arms wrapping around each other as their lips meet in a gesture that’s sweet and comforting, something that they’re so used to by now, as if kissing each other was something they’d been doing forever and would spend another eternity doing together.

Their lips pull apart, but they’re still in each other’s arms. Olivia lays her head on his shoulder while Jamal buries his nose in her hair and inhales deeply. Her familiar scent is enough to ground him a little.

“You know I think you’re pretty amazing, too. I may be leaving the Villa, but I’m not going anywhere,” she says with a smile into the curve of his neck, pressing a soft kiss to his warm skin. “Relax and have fun with the boys. I’ll be waiting outside.”

Jamal shakes his head despondently then kisses her quickly one last time before they turn and head up to the Villa. They rejoin the group as they sit around and help her pack her bags and in almost no time at all they’re stood by the front door as Olivia says her final goodbyes.

Amelia is a complete mess, tears running down her face as she hugs her twin tightly one last time. Everyone gives her the biggest hugs as she makes the rounds and she saves Jamal for last, whispering the same comforting words that he should try and have fun and she’ll be waiting for him.

Even after the door is closed and she’s long gone he’s still staring straight ahead, a frown on his face. “It feels wrong,” he says to no one in particular. “It almost feels like a break up. I mean, not that I’d know since I’ve never been through an actual break up, but I imagine this is what it feels like.”

“Hey, just sleep on it,” Ozzy offers with a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Tomorrow you might feel better. But if you still feel like it, you just do what you gotta do.”

All the girls give him hugs and the lads clap him warmly on the back as they turn from the entrance back to the bedroom. Jamal lingers, eyes still on the closed front door and a frown on his face as his hands reflexively clench and relax by his side.

He is the first one called to the Beach Hut to give his impressions on everything that has happened that day. He initially thinks of putting up a front, trying to protect his ego (and his heart), but when he’s actually sitting there on the couch he’s a little surprised at how emotional he feels, as it seems to sink in that Liv is really gone.

He feels pretty raw when he leaves the Beach Hut, exposed and emotionally exhausted in a way that’s never happened before. He feels like he could sleep for days but at the same time he’s wired and wide awake, the many possibilities of what he could do next buzzing in his mind and demanding his attention, so for a moment he just stands there in the hallway, leaning his back against the wall before he notices one of the producers leaving the production booth next to the Beach Hut. He’s seen her a few times now, usually coming around to retape something if the wind interferes with catching what they’re saying or to admonish them when they have long conversations without their mics in the pool. 

The woman offers him a sympathetic smile and removes her headset before she comes to stand just next to him.

“I just wanted to say, I know that was hard,” she says softly. “And I know you’re thinking of leaving.”

“Yeah, I really am,” Jamal says with a heavy sigh, rubbing his fingers on his temple. “In fact, I was just thinking of asking someone from production if I could pack my bags and go.”

“Technically you can, we’re not gonna stop you if that’s what you really want,” she answers, a small frown marked between her eyebrows. “But I really, really think you should stick around, at least for a few days. You’re coming out of this whole thing right now, a little time to process it might be good.”

“It’ll just feel so weird in here without her, y’know?” Jamal says, running a hand down his face in a tired motion. “She’s so much part of my journey here, from day one. And everything we’ve been through? It’s like this is another test and I’m failing.”

“You’re right, it could be a test. Or it might be the thing that makes you stronger than ever,” she counters, her voice soft. “Sometimes these things happen in relationships and how you handle it makes all the difference. For instance, you and Olivia live in different cities. How will you handle spending time apart and doing long distance?”

“I─” He starts to answer reflexively, before pausing and frowning a little. “I don’t know. We hadn’t talked about all of that yet.”

The producer nods, knowing that would’ve been his answer. “You could use the next few days to think about all of that, it might give you the clarity you need,” she offers with a casual shrug. As he remains frowning, she lets out a small sigh before continuing. “Just trust me on this one, okay? Don’t make any rash decisions that you might regret later. Plus, she did tell you to stay and have fun.”

Jamal simply nods back at her, so she smiles once more before heading back into the production room. He thinks the producers just want to make sure he stays as everyone watching at home will be tuning in the next day to see if he stays or if he leaves and it will make for good TV drama.

But Liv wanted him to stay and have a good time. Well, he doesn’t know how much of a good time he’ll have without her around, but he figures he owes it to her to at least try.

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[brynnmclean]

(there was a post making the rounds about writing smutty drabbles for people to read while a lot of Americans are presumably surrounded by family for the Thanksgiving holiday-- and, well, this is longer than 100 words and it isn't smut, but here's Mairon/Artanis for y'all from the Uncorrupted Mairon AU:)

ETA: an AO3 link!

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Mairon gasps apologies into Artanis's mouth, but she barely hears them for the ringing in her ears.  More important words fill all the hollow places fear had carved inside her, relief flaring like fire over his assurances: Yes, of course I'm coming with you, I won't leave you now, not ever.

Outside of this room in Tirion, the Noldor shudder in fear and dismay, but Artanis clutches at Mairon and weeps over how her joy blazes in the dark.

"I made silver rings," Mairon says when the necessity for air means she must stop kissing him.  Tears track down his cheeks too and she can't help but litter kisses on his face until his mouth curves into a smile, though he still looks rueful.  "I meant for them to be prototypes.  They aren't perfect—"

"Show them to me," she laughs, now realizing what the half-fond, half-despairing look Findaráto had kept shooting Mairon's way has meant for all her months of wondering.  Mairon untangles himself from her grasp to bring a small wooden box out of his desk and there they are in his hands: two silver betrothal rings gleaming in candlelight, defiant against the shadows and the despair that had struck her heart at the idea of leaving Aman without him.

She holds her right hand out so he can slip her ring on her finger, a band reminiscent of ocean waves and ship rope, Telerin design in Noldorin custom—perfect, even for all Mairon's protests.  When she says so, he shakes his head but puts the ring's twin on his own hand.

"I never meant to make you doubt my commitment.  I was going to do it all in the proper order when they were made right," he says, the words flowing out of him fast, all his secrets cut loose.

"When you were satisfied," she replies, pushing him onto the daybed of his quarters and climbing into his lap.  What an impossible word, satisfied.  She shoves her hands into the russet waves of his hair and thrills at the sound he makes, hungry. "You would have kept me waiting a hundred more years."

"No," he groans, gathering her up in his arms.  Even through the linen of her dress, she can feel the warmth of his body and she wants him closer.  She rolls her hips into the hard lines of him and he falls back, taking her down with him flat onto the bed.  "Yes.  All right.  I never would have been satisfied, but you deserve—"

She kisses him until he stops talking nonsense, until they're both gasping and laughing and maybe crying a little still, but when she says, "Bind yourself to me," he says yes.  Yes, of course.

He knows the vows to make, has learned every word passed down among the Eldar.  He murmurs them reverently into the skin of her throat, the curve of her breast, the softness of her inner thigh.

When they reach the end of the ritual and there is only the part Eärwen and Arafinwë had told them no one could teach them, that they would have to discover for themselves—Artanis opens her mouth to say something, she doesn't know, nerves overwhelming her, but Mairon holds her close, and says, “I know.” 

He sounds just as loving and lost as she is for a moment—and then he hums a few notes of a Song she has never heard before, but recognizes immediately.  It’s theirs.

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No pressure to read it at all but here's a wee drabble about my ocs, specifically Perfidious ruining his own fucking life by telling Eustace what an asshole he's been their entire friendship

"Come in, come in, im glad to see you, Fideous," Byng said excitedly, practically grabbing my arm to pull me into his little room. It was a plain but cosy affair, unlike the stuffy little rooms aboard the Advantage which stank and putrified even with every gun hatch thrown open for air - here, the landlady at at least put pretty enough curtains on the windows and there was only a little built up dust along the edges of the floor. A pair of singlesticks had been thrown carelessly onto the narrow daybed, which was already mountainous with laundry, Roman tomes and octaves of poems and plays. Half the counterpane trailed on the floor and several half-drunk cups of tea gathered on sideboard and sea chest like girls at a party. Byng had thoroughly installed himself here.

My captain turned to me and beamed, his brown eyes glittering as the setting sun washed over him.

"What excellent timing you have; Mrs Battersea will have tea ready any moment now, and you must dine with me and we shall discuss my letter to Napier. Oh, do not look so perturbed," he laughed, having evidently seen some of my agitated state in my eyes, "all things good, I assure you."

Yes, I needed no assurance of it. I knew Byng would write only too enthusiastically of my time in his service, and it was here wherein lay the entirety of my problem. Had I never met this man I would not know myself to be one to dislike inner turmoil, for I don't make a habit of engaging in it. It was Byng who never knew when to leave well enough alone and when to leave an enemy an enemy without towing him into friendship. It had always been my curse to resent him near as much as love him.

"Please, take a seat."

I cast an eye about the room and found no available surface.

"...where, sir?" I jabbed.

"Oh! Well, you may throw down Cicero," Byng said, pronouncing the name with his usual hard 'c', "Lord knows he deserves it! Ha!"

I made a smile at his words, although not understanding the reference and not letting it bother me. He might have pressed Voltaire onto me, and Swift and Gay, but i draw the line at Romans. I took Cicero in my hands and set his papery corpse on a half-unrolled housewife; I had to restrain myself as always from following behind him and tidying up, lest I prove the jabs of my own wifeliness true and lose what has remained of my Machiavellian reputation. Although I suppose Byng had an excuse this time - at the thought, my eyes flickered guiltily to his half-wooden hand. It was clear that despite his period in the naval hospital, my captain was still struggling to change from his sinistral upbringing.

Still, it was not to critique his slovenliness that I had come to his room.

"Sir," I started, seating myself on the little space I had cleared of the footstool, "there was something....something I wanted to discuss."

"Please, you know I will always bend my ear to you, Fid," he said, before peering closer at me, "Why, your face-! Is it awful news?"

"No, I- that is-. Ah!" I did not want to look at his concerned expression. All the words had dried up in my mouth as soon as attempting to speak them; how ridiculous, to waste away the night with harrowed rehearsal only to find myself fish-jawed when it came to the opening performance. Me! He whom trouble followed in consequence of caustic wit, struck suddenly dumb!

And the longer I remained silent, the deeper the furrow between Byng's brows got.

"Is it...money?" He near whispered the last, afraid of offending some invisible etiquette teacher by mentioning finances so crudely.

I shook my head, my auburn hair flying about.

"Then I am at a loss," Byng declared, placing one hand on his hip, the other dangling unnaturally - his new asymmetry made that noxious cauldron of guilt and shame roil in my stomach, "but it cannot be as dreadful as you are putting on. Tell me all about it and we shall have the matter sorted by coffee, my friend."

"I have not been your friend," I blurted, clumsily.

There was a long pause, in which the clatter and shouting outside the boardhouse seemed to swell like a choir to fill it. For a moment I could not fathom how the entirety of my disclose was not obvious to him within those six words, forgetting that they had only consumed my reality by the throes of my own inner repetition. No, that my confession was still a secret was obvious, for instead of outraged, Byng looked only confused, and scratched at his moustache. The fine golden hairs that had escaped his pomade caught the low sun and blazed like beaten gold - my fancy saw him in that moment like the Archangel Michael with myself as always, cast as the devil himself.

"If you are still dwelling on my words about being abandoned on the hospital, I beg you to forget them. They were a bad joke and I ought to have known you would take them to heart. I understand how busy you have been," he said kindly.

I did not want his kindness. I had not wanted it at the beginning of our aquaintance and I did not want it now, when I must expose myself to him entirely. It would have suited me better if he was dismissive or pompous or selfish, but then, had he been any of those things, I would never have found myself in the position I was in.

Maybe it made it easier in the end, as his kindess irritated me and there is nothing better for loosening the tongue than irrational stress.

"We hoped you would die," I snapped, and with those savage words it was as though a damn, long rotten and straining over the years, broke within me and out came spilling a torrent of filthy, diseased water, "You often said our friendship began on the Courland expedition. It is true, I did recommend you for the negotiations to Gainsford, but not because I thought you would do well at it."

When Byng said nothing, I continued, "I don't know if you were even aware of my dislike of you. I hated all things you represented - priviledge, education, connexions. You had the impertience to be friendly and humble and forgiving and there was little I could not find a way to despise about you. Yes, I sent you off to the Governor and greatly you thanked me for that boon afterwards, but with sincerity I had done it with the presumtion that you would not come back."

It hurt to say these things to the man I now loved, but it was necessary. It was necessary - I had repeated as much to my pillow in the dark of the night - for him to know the depths of my depravity before he risked his reputation by recommending me to the Admiral on false understandings.

I was glad that it hurt.

When I risked a glance at him, Byng had gone very still and very pale. His good arm had dropped to his side.

"I see," he said woodenly. To hear his normally bonny voice so expressionless was near as debilitating as the sight of him clutching his mangled hand had been. "I...I suppose there have been queerer starts to friendships. It will be a funny thing to tell people at dinner parties, certainly." His chuckle sounded forced, "but it has been years-"

"That was not the end of it," I interrupted him. I had to dispell him of his good opinion of me, for my own honour as much as his.

"Oh?" Came the faint, reluctant question.

"Yes," I said. There was a heat building in me, like a fever reaching its climax and I believe in the moment it sent me to the very edge of madness, "I resented you your success - we all did, but I the most, for your fortune was my own doing and the praise of one so far my junior in rank but superior in society galled me to the extreme. For my own benefit, I pretended at friendship. I took your affection and betrayed it for years. Had it not been for my own sense of duty towards my superiors - I couldnt imagine where we would be now."

"You cannot be serious," Byng protested, and now he too sounded hot, "you are confused, Fidious. You've saved my life, twice over, three times if you would allow me to count Chatham!"

"My duty, as I said, sir."

"Then-, then you took me into your care when I was attacked," he pointed out triumphantly.

The memory of that winter night and Byng's staggering form bearing me dazedly to the pavement, blood running down his face, shot through my mind. A reminiscent shiver ran down my spine.

"You might have died," I pointed out, determined not to allow him to paint me as any kind of samaritan, "I may have betrayed your good opinion but I would not have allowed any man of woman to just pass in the street."

"You are making this very difficult, you know," Byng said crossly and I felt a familiar pang of satisfaction in making myself disagreeable, "there was no danger of me dying from the attention of the Duchess of Whitby, though. There was no need for your intervention but your rescue of me from matrimony when I asked it of you."

He seemed very assured of his victory there, but the shame threated to swallow me again at the reminder.

"I was glad to 'rescue' you; it was gratifying to me to deprive you of a greater fortune and a title in one fell swoop."

Byng's fine face fell.

"Tell me this is a joke," he said eventually. My words had begun to penetrate his rosy view of the world. I could feel my heart crack in tandem with his.

"I cannot," I replied, my voice wavering like a snotty's.

"I have asked you for counsel, and you have given it. I have told you my fears, and you have reassured me. I asked you to share in my joys, and you did."

"For my own benefit, sir." I swallowed the lump in my throat, "for my own advancement."

"...I introduced you to my sister."

"Yes," i whispered.

The dam had run dry. There were no more words. I had done what i had set out to; to destroy the bridge Byng had built between us over the years. As I watched, I saw the flesh fingers of his hands curl into fists, and his whole body strike up rigid. It was only those wooden fingers that sat slack and I did not miss the irony that in that moment, the only part of my captain's body not set against me was that which he had sacrificed to save my life. It was in that gory, mutilating moment that my love for him had flowered, belatedly, selfishly, only then had my eyes opened. How could I have visited him in recovery knowing, feeling now thoroughly, all those years I had plotted against him or accepted his friendship with ill feeling?

"I had been warned about you," Byng said quietly, face like procelain. "Lieutenants, midshipmen, seamen - even those Buffs you played the tables with; all seemed to have black words to say about you. But I dismissed them. Every one; I even got a little irate at some of them. My own honour felt besmirched that these people would cast aspersions on my closest friend in the world."

Each blow struck me like a sabre. Good. It was good that he make me bleed.

"Sir-" I began, only to be interrupted by a knock on the door and the impertinent entry of a white-capped maid.

She bobbed a curtesy.

"Mrs Battersea says to tell you tea's ready for you, sir - and to say there's enough for two if your friend is staying."

Byng did not take his eyes off of me.

"No. This man was just leaving."

Surely there was an ocean of blood lapping at my knees by now. It was good, and it was right, but like a drowning man taking one last breath before going under, it was instinct that moved my lips without knowing what my next words would be.

"Please-"

"I think, Mr Jones, that you have thoroughly obliterated your right to say 'please' to me, don't you?"

My last breath of air went out. Here were the consequences of my actions - Byng's blithe counternance one of stony betrayal, my commendation to the Admiral no doubt would find itself fuelling the fireplace, the hesitant understanding between myself and Lady Babington crumpling with the news of what I had done to her brother. Obliterated indeed.

"Then I will take my leave," I said. My words seemed to come from very far away to my own ears.

"Good day, sir," Byng dismissed me curtly, turning his back on me, halo fading with the approaching dusk.

"Good day."

And, with the maid looking between us askance, I left.

When later I received a summons from Napier concerning a glowing letter of commendation from his protege, I could never have felt worse.

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penelope gives birth

- a small group is gathered around penelope (eurycliea and other midwives)

- penelope lays on a wooden daybed, propped up with pillows

- a warm, damp cloth is laid over her abdomen, scented with olive and rosehip oil

- beads of sweat appear on her upper lip, neck, and forehead, so eurycliea ties penelope’s long, dark hair into a braid

- “breathe, my queen” a midwife instructs her, “like this” and gives her a pattern to follow to hopefully regulate her body movements

- another midwife massages her hand on penelope’s belly, (in theory) helping to push the infant out

- “lady penelope, it is time to push!”

- penelope feels a wave of pressure over her, then a sharp pain

- she lets out an uncontrolled wail

- “oh! my gods! hear me! give me the strength to bring this child into the world! oh lady demeter! lady hera! give me your blessings!”

- eurycliea tightly holds her hand and acts as her physical comfort, as ancient greek custom forbids the husband to be in the room while the wife gives birth

- the two midwives kneel at the foot of the daybed, constantly checking on penelope’s progress, ready and waiting with a swaddling cloth and shears

- meanwhile, in the palace courtyard, odysseus kneels to the ground, praying begging to the gods for security over his wife and unborn child

- “o demeter, goddess of new births, hear my prayer. give my wife strength and comfort to produce an heir and loving child. lady athena, i pray that you give our child courage and wisdom throughout their days. lord zeus, god of gods, bless our growing family that the kingdom of ithaca would grow with it. mighty eros, ensure penelope and i’s love and trust would only deepen as our family grows deep roots into this blessed island and kingdom—“

- eurycliea finally interrupts him after hours of him nervously waiting

- “my king, there is someone you should meet”

- odysseus makes his way to penelope’s chambers, and sees penelope out of breath, lying in a pool of blood and assumes the worst

- “my love?” he manages to choke out

- penelope gives him a weak smile and glances at the other end of the room, where their newborn son is swaddled in white linen, quietly sleeping in the arms of his wet nurse

- odysseus silently cries, overjoyed that he is now a father

- he kneels before penelope, who still lies in her day bed, exhausted

- “i am so proud of you, my sweet penelope. what a beautiful mother you will be, and what a beautiful wife you are”

- he brushes her hair stuck to her face from sweat, and gives her a tender kiss on the lips

- she leans in closer, deepening their passion

- “what an amazing father you will be, my odysseus. i love you so much”

- “i have waited for this day for so long, my dear. i prayed that this moment would come to fruition”

- “the gods are on our side, odysseus”

- odysseus nods and gives her another kiss and squeeze of the hand

- “rest, my queen. i will see you in the morning. i love you and our son more than anything”

- “telemachus” penelope says

- “hm?”

- “that is our son. telemachus. there is no battle here”

- odysseus grins. “then it shall be so. as long as you and i are together, as long and telemachus is with us, there shall be peace”

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◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ Papa Emeritus III received your gift

A/N : first time writing for Terzo in a fic! If you don’t like it, tell me so I can fix it! (story pacing is all over the place)

AO3 link

CW : self-doubt, marriage of convenience, forbidden love, Terzo is very ooc.

The cold air was harshly brushed against your face. Something was pulling you away from him. His face was unrecognizable, seemingly covered by a thin veil but his grip was tight, he was afraid to let you go.

“I’ll find you, cara mia!” his voice was wobbly. “Do not cry! I will find you!”

The tight grip that he held was severed, you’d been pulled away. The wooden doors had closed leaving him trapped in the room with whoever was in that room.

It was midnight. Your hands bunched up the blankets, one of the window doors had been left open. You decided to slip on your slippers, leaving the comfort and safety of your bed to close the window. The midnight sky was twinkling with stars in different phases of their life, lying on the daybed and not wanting to respond to any of the pinging notifications for the congratulations of your upcoming marriage. The pit in your stomach continued to grow with each step you took, unknowing what would happen if you decided to leave the safety of your room.

The maids carefully helped you get dressed, just the subtle things such as doing your hair or adding jewelry that complimented your emotions. Not baring to see your reflection in the vanity, your eyebrows furrowed with disappointment as you put on your engagement ring.

Forcefully, you’d been sent outside to shop for wedding dresses with family members of your choice. Stopping in your tracks but you needed to look behind you, turning around to see nobody, just the backs of passers-by who are relaxed or being crushed from their mundane lifestyle. The familiar feeling of the arms of your family pulling you back to reality and facing forward to fate that you never wanted. You were going to step into the entrance of a bridal boutique, it has the latest fashion of wedding dresses but heard a familiar voice. It couldn’t be, you thought.

You turned your head to see a man holding flyers, his face had a smile plastered on, and managed to free yourself from the grasps of the family members to accept one of his flyers. A short chat but you figured his name was Terzo and in response you’d given your name.

The dressing room was humid, hot air stuck to your skin. Not being able to stare at yourself in the mirror, feeling like a child wearing their mother’s gown for a tea party. White fabric from the dress began to tighten on your neck with each breath, you could hear the pestering voices from outside the dressing room. You couldn’t feel the spark of connection to the dress, it didn’t suit you. You didn’t like it.

“I love it!” You lied through your teeth to let the wave of compliments flow throughout the room.

Back inside the humid, tight dressing room as the dressing room assistant peeled off the dress from your body. Carefully slipping on your own clothes, unfolding the flyer that Terzo handed you. The flyer was about a ritual, it sounded intriguing and it might be best to try something new before your nonexistent freedom gets torn from your flesh.

The car ride home was talkative about what color the bridesmaids' dresses be, what type of flowers for bouquet, and what type of decorations to match the theme for the wedding. The cool light of the interior lights turned on to show the car ride home was over, everyone ushered to leave the car but you remained not wanting to leave the car.

You looked at the flyer then to the cathedral, it was elegant and beautiful in its own way. It wasn’t something that you expected. The cathedral stood tall, it looked like it would reach the clouds and the pointed arches that greeted anyone who entered and left it. A woman stepped outside wearing traditional nun attire, she had a light smile plastered on her face.

“Am I in the right place?” Handing her the flyer.

“Yes, you’re in the right place.” Staring at the flyer for a moment before handing it back to you.”You’re here for the ritual?”

You nodded. ‘Was it a mistake coming here?’ you thought, stepping on the stairs that guided the way to the entrance.

The insides of the cathedral were beautiful, the vibrant colors from the stained windows reflected on the cream colored walls that had intricate designs engraved in them. The sister led you to the nave which has vaulted ceilings, the pews were in rows, it was filled with ordinary people who were speaking amongst each other. Overhearing conversations about other people saying how it was their fifth, sixth or even twentieth ritual that they managed to attend. Some sisters emerged from transept to hand out rosaries, communal bitter wine and wafers.

The pulpit had a man who painted his face to look like a skull, you weren’t near the front of the nave but it felt that the air had gotten a little warmer. The vibrant colors of the stained windows reflected on his face through every crease and furrowed brow.

His short speech slowly faded from your ears to a gentle touch on your shoulder to realize that you had drifted away but it felt that your bones no longer ached with stress or the misery of being married into a loveless marriage.

“Was my sermon that boring, Cara mia?” He crossed his arms but he wasn’t upset nor mad.

“Oh—Well it was interesting.” You looked around to notice that it was just you and him in the nave.

It finally clicked. The man whose face that’s painted to mimic a skull is Terzo. His eyebrows furrowed underneath the white paint, he was going to say something before being rudely interrupted by pinging texts from worrying family members.

Hopefully the beads of sweat on your neck wasn’t noticeable, using your left hand to help yourself up.

“Married?”

“Engaged, actually.”

“Cara mia—“

The pinging from your phone continued, you couldn’t complain about the marriage that you’re afraid the enter to a complete stranger.

“I’m sorry, Terzo.” You apologized. “ I need to get going now.”

Terzo watched you walk down the nave and leave, he sat down in the pew, taking off his mitre. Trying not to smear his face paint while rubbing his temples due to a burning headache. Why am I worried for her, he thought. Immediate thoughts went to what type of spell or enchantment did you cast on him and why did you look so miserable announcing the fact that you were engaged. He could have summoned one of the ghouls to keep a constant eye on you but it would be nerve wracking and a little weird. But he had the most glorious idea to invite you back and try to get an understanding; there was one fatal flaw and it was he didn’t know how to reach you.

You dried off the water that clung to your skin. A buzzing thought swarmed your mind about Terzo and should you visit him again, it was calming with him as you remembered the short chat which you abruptly ended due to the worrying calls and messages. Something was nibbling at the back of your head, it was an unexpected moment to go and see Terzo again but it was already night.

You were in your pajamas, sitting on your bed with furrowed brows not wanting to sleep and relive the nightmare. You saw your engagement ring on your vanity, glittering in the moonlight and mocking you. Staring at it, the upcoming wedding that had placed you inside of another jeweled cage.

It was morning already. Silent and cold, you opened the windows to hear the birds chirping from the outside, relaxing on the same daybed that you had laid down the day before, it’s floral print couldn’t comfort you. It would be too early to think about visiting Terzo again but you needed to get ready for the sudden realization that the wedding was in a couple of days.

You picked out the decorations for the reception. It was the afternoon already and it seemed that the day had ended way too quickly since it felt like it barely started. You somehow managed to sneak away during a break to meet Terzo.

It was the same. The stained windows still depicted the leaders and their signature colors. Terzo wore his religious regalia, it seemed that he finished a ritual that was only for members of the abbey. He smelled of citrus and frankincense and strolled over to you.

“Cara mia, you’re here.”

He was in awe as staring at you. His wish came true, you’d arrive but not under the circumstances he wanted.

“I know we’ve only known each other since yesterday.” you couldn’t avoid his gaze, it seemingly sucked you in. “Can you help me rehearse?”

He agreed.

He guided you to the familiar scenery of the nave and the pews, guided you to a newer section which was left side of the pulpit, one of the transept chapels.

It was small, comfortable and familiar. Dimly lit by the rows of candles that were molding themselves in the two layered shelves. Terzo had handed you a plastic bouquet tightly tied together with a rubber band and on top was a faded ribbon with a bow. You adjusted the short, black veil that covered your face, seeing the back of Terzo’s religious regalia. You started at the front of the aisle to walk down the aisle to reach Terzo, the man pretending to be the groom. You stood next to him, seeing the red wax dribble. There was a polished wooden statue of Baphomet in the center of the shelves, surrounded by the dribbling wax. He turned towards you in return you turned towards him, pulling the black veil back.

You looked so beautiful, the dark lord had chosen you for him. He slipped on the fake ring on your left hand replacing the shining engagement ring, his hands were warm and you slipped on the fake wedding ring on his left hand. It was meant to be.

“Mia amata, can I?” He cupped your cheek, awaiting an answer.

“Yes,” you said to him.

He gave a gentle kiss when he pulled away from the kiss, you wanted it to continue. A kiss of freedom but a sticky feeling remained on your lips from his face paint that rubbed off.

“Cara mia, your lips.” He pointed to the small mirror on the wall.

You went over to the small mirror that revealed the smudged face paint on your lips.

After sneaking out of the transept chapel since it was surprisingly quiet at the abbey except for the occasional music from one of the many rooms.

Terzo had carefully cleaned off the face paint from your lips and cleaned his face paint from his face. Revealing the underlying stress from his face, the light dark circles remained underneath his eyes. You both sat across from each other on the soft couch. It was midnight, the stars twinkled and soft instrumental music quietly echoed throughout the room.

“Cara mia, do you want to see something?” He held out his hand.

You grabbed his hand, trusting him. He led you to a specific section in his quarter, it was filled with vinyls but it was mixed with pottery. The moonlight peeked from the white curtains of the room, Terzo pushed open the white double doors.

It was the perfect view to see the stars, the cold breeze welcomed you into the secluded area. The stars continued to twinkle and create new constellations in subtle ways. You both sat next to each other on the cold marble bench and watching the stars.

“Look, cara mia.” He pointed to the shooting star. “A shooting star. Did you make a wish?”

“I didn’t have time to, Terzo.” You smiled.

“Is there something that you wish for?” He asked, resting his hand on top of yours.

“Yes, I wish that we met under different circumstances.” You pulled away your hand.

You looked at Terzo. He didn’t want you to be ripped away from him like you were in the nightmares.

“Stay with me, Mia amata.”