#Racking and shelving providers

[sarathjohn]

Choosing the Perfect Racking and Shelving Provider in UAE: A Comprehensive Guide to Finding the Best Suppliers

Introduction: Understanding the Importance of Quality Racking and Shelving for Businesses

In the ever-evolving and swiftly expanding business terrain of the United Arab Emirates (UAE), efficient warehousing and storage solutions are paramount. Whether you manage a logistics company, oversee a retail store, or operate a manufacturing facility, having the right racking and shelving systems in place can significantly impact your operational efficiency. This comprehensive guide aims to assist businesses in the UAE in making informed decisions when selecting a racking and shelving provider, ensuring that they find the ideal shelving and racking suppliers in UAE to meet their unique needs.

Key Factors to Consider When Selecting a Racking and Shelving Provider in UAE

1. Product Range and Customization Options

   The first crucial factor to consider is the product range and customization options offered by the racking and shelving provider in the UAE. Every business has unique storage needs, and a reputable supplier should be able to cater to these requirements. Look for a provider that offers a diverse range of racking and shelving solutions, from pallet racking and mezzanine shelving to cantilever racks and industrial shelving.

   Customization is equally important. Your chosen provider should be capable of tailoring their products to fit your items' specific dimensions and weight-bearing requirements. A provider that understands your business's unique needs can help maximize your storage space efficiently.

2. Quality of Materials Used

   The durability and longevity of your racking and shelving systems depend heavily on the quality of materials used in their construction. Ensure that the provider uses high-quality steel or other materials that can withstand the demands of your industry. Corrosion-resistant coatings and proper finishing are also essential to ensure the longevity of the racks and shelves, particularly in a climate like the UAE's, where temperature extremes and humidity can be challenging.

3. Industry Expertise and Experience

   When assessing potential racking and shelving providers, consider their industry expertise and experience. Providers who have been in the business for several years are likely to have a better understanding of the specific challenges and requirements faced by businesses in the UAE. They should be well-versed in industry regulations and safety standards.

   It's also beneficial to ask for references and case studies from previous clients in your industry. This will give you insights into the provider's track record and how their solutions have positively impacted similar businesses.

4. Installation Services Offered

   The installation of racking and shelving systems is a complex task that requires expertise and precision. A reliable provider should offer professional installation services to ensure that the systems are set up correctly, following safety guidelines and manufacturer recommendations.

   Inquire about the qualifications and experience of their installation team. They should be trained in handling the specific products you're purchasing and have a solid understanding of safety protocols. Proper installation not only ensures the safety of your staff but also optimizes the efficiency of your storage space.

5. Aftersales Support and Maintenance

   Post-installation support and maintenance are often overlooked but are critical aspects of your decision-making process. A reputable racking and shelving provider should offer aftersales support and maintenance services. This includes periodic inspections, repairs, and assistance with any modifications or expansions needed in the future.

   Ask about their response time for service requests and whether they have a dedicated customer support team. A provider that stands behind their products and offers ongoing support can save you time and money in the long run.

Comparing Prices and Obtaining Quotes from Racking and Shelving Suppliers in UAE

While quality should be a top priority when choosing a racking and shelving provider in the UAE, it's also essential to consider your budget constraints. To arrive at a well-informed choice, adhere to these guidelines:

1. Request Multiple Quotes: Reach out to several reputable providers in the UAE and request detailed quotes for your specific storage needs. Ensure that the quotes include the cost of materials, customization, installation, and any additional services.

2. Compare Value, Not Just Price: Remember that the cheapest option may not always be the best. Consider the quality of materials, customization options, and the provider's track record when evaluating quotes.

3. Negotiate: Don't hesitate to negotiate with providers. They may be willing to offer discounts or package deals, especially for long-term contracts or larger orders.

4. Consider Long-Term Costs: While the upfront cost is important, also think about the long-term costs of ownership. High-quality systems may have a higher initial price but can offer better durability and lower maintenance costs over time.

5. Evaluate Financing Options: Some providers may offer financing or leasing options that can help you manage the upfront costs more effectively.

Elevate Your Warehousing Efficiency with the Right Racking and Shelving Suppliers in UAE

Selecting the perfect racking and shelving provider in the UAE is a crucial decision that can significantly impact your business operations. By considering factors such as product range, material quality, industry expertise, installation services, aftersales support, and price comparisons, you can make an informed choice that aligns with your business's unique needs.

Investing in high-quality storage solutions not only enhances your warehousing efficiency but also contributes to the overall success and sustainability of your business in the competitive UAE market. Take the time to research and choose wisely, and you'll reap the benefits of a well-organized and efficient storage system for years to come.

[nohaoliver]

The Top 5 Advantages of Selective Pallet Racking for Warehouse Storage Solutions

Selective pallet racking is a popular storage solution for warehouses and distribution centers. It is a type of pallet racking system that allows for easy access to individual pallets, making it a highly efficient and space-saving solution. Here are the top 5 advantages of selective pallet racking:

Maximize space utilization: Selective pallet racking allows for maximum use of available storage space. The system can be designed to fit the specific needs of your warehouse, ensuring that every inch of available space is utilized efficiently. This makes it an ideal solution for warehouses with limited space.

Easy accessibility to products: With selective pallet racking, each pallet can be accessed individually without the need to move other pallets. This makes it easy for workers to access products quickly and efficiently, reducing the time and effort required to retrieve items from storage.

Improved productivity: Selective pallet racking helps to increase productivity in the warehouse by reducing the time it takes to retrieve products. Workers can easily locate and access products, reducing the time spent searching for items and increasing overall efficiency.

Safety benefits: Selective pallet racking can also improve safety in the warehouse. By using the right type of pallets for storage, you can prevent accidents and injuries caused by pallets falling or collapsing. Additionally, the system can be designed to meet safety regulations and standards, ensuring that workers are protected while working in the warehouse.

Cost-effective: Selective pallet racking is a cost-effective storage solution. It is a durable and long-lasting system that requires minimal maintenance, making it an excellent investment for warehouses and distribution centers.

If you’re looking for a reliable and efficient storage solution for your warehouse, selective pallet racking could be the answer. Consult with racking and shelving providers in UAE or shelving and racking suppliers in UAE to learn more about this storage solution and how it can help meet your storage needs.

[divizin]

I saw your request were open!

Could you do a Miguel x reader where reader takes him into Victoria’s Secret and just lets him pick all of reader’s purchases as long as he pays for it 🩷

Expensive.

OF COURSE POOKIE!!! ILY!!! I HOPE U LIKE IT!!

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Miguel never liked sugar daddies- the whole vibe of the dynamic creeped him out. That was, until you had given him doe eyes during you guys’ trip to the mall and asked oh so sweetly- “Miggy, I have an idea— Would you wanna pick out some cute stuff for me?” You asked, batting your eyelashes borderline comedically.

Miguel raised a brow and chortled. “Why wouldn’t I?” He rebutted, though the way his gaze flicked away for a moment indicated his lack of confidence in putting together something nice for you. You deserved only the best, after all.

‘Expensive,’ He thought. That’s what you deserved.

And Goddamn, could Miguel provide. The man was loaded, and you never really got around to asking how exactly he acquired this amount of money. You didn’t care.

You just knew he loved spoiling you, and it wasn’t going to stop any time soon.

“What store, Muñeca?” He mused absentmindedly, picturing maybe a nice crop top and some little shorts. Your silence should’ve tipped him off to the mischief that resided within you as you grabbed his large hand and began dragging him to the dimly lit Victoria’s Secret directly across from you.

“Oh Christ,” He muttered apprehensively as you two entered the storefront. His hesitation was quickly shoved aside by ideas. Many ideas. Maybe it wouldn’t be so hard to find something nice, he thought. Everything here would look great on them.

He chuckled to himself.

“Go ahead,” You encouraged the awkward brick wall of a man, flicking your hand in an aloof manner. “Well…” He trailed off, slowly perusing the racks and shelves just loaded with skimpy, lacy little articles of what could barely be considered clothing.

He felt like an idiot once he realized that he had been staring at a mannequin, dumbfoundedly imagining how that exact set would look hugging your form. He then felt almost perverted as you watched him, shrinking in on himself a bit.

He then looked down and picked up the set in question once he’d found the correct tags.

Your heart dropped as you noticed the three digit number adorning the tag. “Holy shit, Migs— You don’t gotta-“ You began. “Only the best for you,” Miguel cut you off abruptly, refusing to elaborate before turning on his heel to go look at some other absurdly priced set.

This was fun, he realized.

He continued to browse, absentmindedly picking up each set that caught his eye or reminded him of you, or your figure, and hell, he even grabbed you some cozy pajamas. The checking out process was long and arduous, but you two exited the storefront with smiles.

Miguel almost seemed happier than you, beaming with glee as you two walked back to his car. The idiot had almost popped a boner from the mental image of you in what he had purchased. “Thank you, Miggy.” You said sweetly, leaning over the center console to give him a peck on the cheek once you two had settled in the car.

“Thank you.” He growled.

[somanyratsinthewalls]

Kinktober Special Part 1

The Crew's Whore (Part 1)

It's KINKTOBER BABY!!! I'm celebrating early and it's getting weird. Making a multi part series about being the Straw Hat's plaything. If anyone has any suggestions about other chapters, I'm happy to hear them! I'm open to almost anything! Sanji is first, because like? Of course he is.

Summary: You are the former owner of the Grand Line’s most popular brothel. Your fighting abilities got the attention of the captain of the Straw Hat Pirates. He had asked you to join their crew but what would you bring to the team? Your battle skills were hardly comparable to many of the other Straw Hats… but you actually had a great talent. Your years working as a high-end escort had prepared you to become the private plaything for this pirate crew. You joined the Straw Hats as their personal sex toy. 

Pairing: SUB Sanji x DOM afab!reader

WC: 3600 lmao

TW: sub and dom situation, she tops him, groping, masturbation, pet names, submissive behavior, kissing, voyeurism, BONDAGE, rope play, BDSM, cropping, riding crop usage, smacking, edging, teasing, submissive sanji :(, vaginal sex, fingering, begging.

Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Chapter 1: The Cook

You had been sailing with the Straw Hat crew for just a week now after agreeing to join their band of pirates. You made an agreement to join them not only to aide in their battles but also to provide your… services. You always had an insatiable sexual appetite, hence becoming such a professional in your line of work. After a week with not a single suitor, you had felt yourself become needy and frustrated. It had been 7 days and not a single member of your newly found crew had come to seek you out for some relief. Not even Sanji… 

You were so sure he was going to be rapping at your door the first night you spent aboard the Sunny. When you agreed to join the crew and allow your body to be used by any of them at any time, Sanji’s nose sprung a leak so strong that he had to be carried back to his room partially conscious. 

So when a week had passed and he hadn’t made you a proposal, you were concerned. He had barely even fawned over Robin or Nami either, actually… He seemed off. You started to watch him closer throughout the day. He was constantly running back and forth between dishes, preparing meals, setting tables, and taking inventory of the pantry, he just looked so spread thin, not like the charismatic love drunk cook you had gotten to know. You realized that had he not been so busy, of course he would have made a pass at you, he just needed to relax and frankly, so did you. 

The hour grew late and you knew while most of your shipmates would be in bed, Sanji would be in the galley finishing up the dishes from dinner. You finish the glass of white wine you were enjoying on the deck and walk into the kitchen. 

“Y/n my darling,” Sanji sighed out tiredly as he saw it was you who entered the galley. “Do you need more wine? I can open another bottle if you just give me a moment I have-“ He looked for a towel to wipe his hands dry of the dish water. 

“Sanji thanks but no, it’s fine. Keep doing what you’re doing. I’m a big girl, I can get it myself. I don’t want to make more work for you.”

“If it’s for you, my love, it’s never work.” 

You chuckled and winked at him as you headed towards the wine pantry. You perused the shelves for a bit before grabbing a bottle off the rack and walked back out to the kitchen where Sanji had returned to washing dishes. You noticed his broad shoulders tensing under his dress shirt as he continued to clean. He really was pretty. You walked towards him. “You still keep that wine key in your pants pocket, Sanji?” You ask him, a sultry low tone in your voice. 

“Oh, um, yeah, I’ll grab it hold on-“ Sanji stutters out as he removes his hands from the sink.

“No need.” You came up behind him and snaked your hand into the front pocket of his dress slacks.  In doing this you pressed your breasts against his back. You fished around in his pocket as you brought your other hand to grab his hip. You felt the wine key immediately but you moved your hand past it, feeling around pretending to still look for it. You moved you hand over inside his pocket and softly placed it over his cock and you felt it twitch in his briefs through the thin fabric of the pocket. 

“Y/n!” Sanji was turning bright red and a single drop of blood spilled from his nose. 

“Is that a bottle opener in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” You smiled wickedly up at him peeking around his shoulder. You softly squeezed his hardening dick. Sanji had gone into shock, your hand was feeling him up through his pants and he could barely think anymore. 

You continued, “Sanji you do so much for us. You work so hard every day to keep us fed and safe. You make so many hard choices and spend all day taking care of everyone except for yourself. Don’t you think you deserve a break? A break from everything? A time for you just to let your mind go completely blank?” 

You purred into his ear as you continued to very slightly stroke him and squeeze him through his pants pocket. Sanji was breathing heavily and couldn’t get out any words, his mind short circuiting. 

“You don't have to answer right this second, but if you’ll let me help you, come to my room in an hour.” You pulled your hand back out of his pocket and brought the wine key with you on your way out. You give him a seductive eyebrow raise before you left the kitchen and brought your wine bottle with the newly acquired opener down to your room. 

You stripped your clothes off upon entering your room and started opening up the wine bottle. You took a swig straight from the perfectly chilled bottle and giggled to yourself. This would be fun. You knew he would show up, there wasn’t a doubt in your mind he could resist you after the little show you put on in the kitchen. You head over to your walk in closet and grabbed a black silk robe with lace dripped off the sleeves and slipped it on. You walked even further into your closet into your favorite section. All of your favorite toys and naughty items were hung neatly on the walls and packed into shelves. You smiled, finally getting back to your old self again. You wanted to give Sanji the night of his life, especially after how well he takes care of you and the rest of the crew. 

You ghost your hands over various bondage items before grabbed old reliable, some simple red rope. You decided to get your softest crop, knowing that Sanji probably wasn’t used to this type of sexual encounter. You didn’t want to really hurt him… not tonight at least. 

You laid both items out on your bed and you sat down against the cushions and settled in with your bottle of wine. You couldn’t help but feel warm all over, electric with the excitement of taking a new lover. You unconsciously rubbed your thighs together, your cunt starting to get wet. 

*knock knock* 

“Come in.” You shout as you get off the bed and walk towards the door. Sanji opens it and shyly steps inside. 

“Y/n… I.. don’t know what to say… I just… I guess… I need it.” Sanji stumbled horribly over his  words, eyes glued to where your robe dipped low into your cleavage. 

“Need what, Sanji?” You needed to hear him say it. 

“I need your help, Y/n. I had all these grand plans to impress you and make our first time together perfect and romantic but I just… I’ve been so exhausted… I’m so burnt out…” He sighed out, clearly so stressed. 

“I know you are… That’s why I’m going to help you relax. You don’t have to think about a thing… Or lift a single finger… Do you trust me, Sanji?” You approach him and start wrap your arms around his neck, bringing your face close to nuzzle his nose with yours. “Let me relieve your stress tonight.” 

He answers you with a passionate kiss grabbing the sides of your face with both hands. He continues to kiss you with fervor as he pushes you back towards the bed. He pulls away, there’s so much lust in his eyes, but you can tell he’s exhausted. 

“Yes, I want that. Please." He pleaded for you. 

You smiled at him. This was going to be fun. 

“Ok. Strip, then. Completely naked on the bed. Spread eagle. Quickly.” Your voice turned commanding as soon as you heard his consent. He stared at you for a moment dumbfounded before he started loosening his tie and stripping off his clothes. Once his dress socks were off he practically jumped onto your bed. His cock was already standing at attention from your teasing earlier in the galley. 

*pretty…* you thought. 

You grabbed your rope from the corner of the bed and started tying each of his limbs to your bedframe. It wasn’t tight, or stretching him at all, he had plenty of slack rope for movement, but he certainly wasn’t going anywhere. 

“Now sweet boy… You’re going to do everything I say… no matter what… Understand? And if you need a break, you say “strawberry”. Got it?” You ask him as you tighten each knot. Sanji nods excitedly. 

“No no,” You smack his naked thigh with 2 fingers. He winced.  “You tell me out loud.”

“Yes, y/n. I understand. I will do anything you say.” 

“Hm… Good.” You smirk to yourself as you bring an armchair to sit directly in front of the bed in Sanji’s line of sight. His chest was heaving, he was feeling so many things. Excitement. Nervousness. Everything. His cock was already stating to leak and you had done nothing more than tie him to the bed. You met his gaze. You slipped your robe to the floor revealing your full naked body to him without breaking eye contact. He falters and drops his eyes to your gorgeous, bare body. His mouth drops open. 

You grab his suit jacket off the floor and reach into the inner pocket grabbing his smokes and his lighter before dropping the jacket back down. You saunter slowly over to the chair and sit down, crossing your legs and leaning back. You slide a cigarette out of the pack and light it. 

“Ohhhh Black-leg…” Your blow out with a puff of smoke. “Look at you now… So sweet and willing… Can you imagine if people saw you like this?” You smiled as you took another drag. “Even that swordsman?”

“Have you had him?” Sanji was burst out of his lust filled haze at the mention of his rival. 

You laughed “Oh sweetheart no. He’s so clueless, I don’t even think he knows what I’m here for. I haven’t had anyone on the crew yet. You’re going to be my first.”

You blow out a cloud of smoke as you lean back further and spread your legs for him. Sanji could see the glistening slick on the lips of your perfect cunt. You take a last drag of the cigarette and snuffed it out in the ashtray on your side table.  You continue,

“And they say you always remember your first…” Sanji audibly whimpers at your words. His cock was leaking precum down his veiny shaft. He tugged lightly at his restraints, thinking maybe he could get free and grab you. He couldn’t. You were a professional, after all. 

You grab your breasts and begin to toy with your nipples, breathing out an airy sigh. After kneading and playing with your tits for awhile, you snake your left hand down your body. You use your pointer and middle finger to spread your pussy wide open for Sanji to see your swollen clit and leaking hole. 

Sanji lurches his body forward instinctively, desperately trying to get closer to your dripping cunt that was putting on a show for him. He groans loudly. 

“Please, Y/n… Let me touch you please… I can make you feel good I promise!” 

You tut at him while bringing your right hand down to your pussy and using 3 fingers to slowly rub your clit, “no no sweet boy, you do so much already. You need to rest.” Your smile was evil.

Soft little sighs leave your mouth as you pleasure yourself. Sanji’s chest was heaving dramatically as he watched you, no more words leaving his mouth, only heavy breaths. You bring down your fingers and push them inside of yourself, moaning and throwing your head back in the process. You immediately pushed them up towards your spot and rubbed it forcefully. Your pussy was so slick that the heel of your palm slipped effortlessly across your clit as you pumped your fingers inside of yourself. The pressure in your lower belly starting building as you moaned louder. 

You pick your head up and look at the gorgeous blonde submissive in front of you. God, you missed this. Fully bringing a man to his sexual limits. He looked so sad but so turned on, beads of sweat running down his forehead. You continued fucking yourself to orgasm as his eyes were locked onto your stuffed cunt. 

“Do you wanna watch me cum, sweet boy? Would that make you happy?” You breathed out at him as you brought yourself right to the edge of climax. 

“GOD FUCK yes, please God yes y/n please I want to see it so badly! You’re so beautiful!” Sanji was so desperate he was shouting as you. His cock twitched painfully against his belly, leaking precum onto his abs. The sight allowed you to shudder forward into a powerful orgasm. “Fuck!” You shriek out as you squirt out warm liquid over your hand. You shake and spasm as your orgasm finished wreaking havoc on your body. 

You pull out your fingers and sit up in your chair as you regain strength. You rise up and walk towards Sanji’s head laying on one of your pillows. “Open.”

He turns towards you to meet your eyes, he obliges. You shove your cum covered fingers into his open mouth. He immediately wraps his tongue around your fingers, trying desperately to taste the flavors of your delicious cunt. His eyes roll back in his head, he closes his mouth around your fingers and sucks them needing to get every last drop down his throat. 

“Oh what a good boy you are, taking your reward so well!” You praise him as he sucks your fingers. He lets out a massive groan around your hand and his body lurches forward. You turn your head to look down his body. 

He had just cum. From sucking on your fingers. There was a massive trail of semen across his abdomen. You gasp. You reach to your left and grab the smooth riding crop laying on the bed. A disastrous smile spreads across your face. 

“You! little! slut!” You smack his left thigh with your crop. Sanji winces and gasps. “Look at you! I didn’t know you were such a desperate little thing!” You punctuate your teasing with more slaps to his thighs and chest as you circle the bed, like a hyena stalking its prey. 

“Just… Just for you… my love… Please…” Sanji was breathing so hard, after cumming untouched he still felt unsatisfied. The leather cracking on his thighs was providing him the perfect amount of pain for his dick to perk up again. He needed your body on him now…. Your mouth, your hands, your pussy ANYTHING, he needed more. 

“Please what, greedy boy? It seems you’ve already gotten a reward. What else could you possibly need, hmm?” You giggled wickedly as you give him more light smacks with your crop. 

“Please fuck me y/n! Please fuck me! Anything you want, just please touch me!” Sanji shouts at you. He tugs violently at his restraints, needing to grab your body and ravish it like you deserve. 

“shhhh.. relax honey.. you’ve done so good.. I’ll help you now… just relax, okay?” You kiss his forehead before dropping your crop and hopping up to straddle him on the bed. You begin kissing his neck and sucking dark red hickeys onto it so that he could prove to his rival that he was the one to take you first. You knew he’d love that. Sanji moans out under your deep kisses on his collar bone. He jerks his hips upwards towards your core, trying to feel some wetness or pressure on his hard cock. 

You reach down and line his leaking dick up with your entrance. It was so velvety and thick, you swipe it through your wetness a few times, gasping at the feeling of it’s mushroom tip pressing on your clit. 

“Goooood baby boy, so good.” You coo to him as you sink down on his length. Your dominant persona faltered for only a brief moment as he stretched your hole so deliciously. 

“Fuck…” You gasped out. 

“Miss y/n please… I need more… please… want you to fuck me so bad, need to feel you so bad…” Sanji was nearly crying as he tried to lift his hips off the bed to drill into you, but wasn’t able to due to his restraints. 

“Oh don’t worry my sweet boy, once I get off from your big cock I’ll let you fill me up so good okay? You just have to wait until I’m finished, you can do that for me, right baby?”

“YES yes please I want to fill you! Yes, I’ll do anything!” 

You smile at him and hold the side of his face in your hands. You start to grind yourself onto his fat cock, bringing yourself towards another orgasm. You pushed your thumb into his mouth, Sanji immediately wrapped his lips around it and sucked at it desperately. Continuing to ride Sanji, you leaned back so that you could rub your clit as his member rubbed back and forth against that perfect spot inside of you. Your moans became louder and louder as you used his gorgeous body for your own pleasure.

He released your thumb with a wet pop. “My l-love… it’s too much… you’re too tight and wet, I’m going to-“

You stopped moving and leaned forward to wrap your hand gently around his throat. Your fingers were wet on his skin from rubbing your clit. 

“No. No you’re not. You haven’t asked and I haven’t given you permission. I am not finished. You haven’t earned your reward.”

Sanji gulped loudly and nodded his head. “O-of course love, I-I only want your pleasure.” 

“Good.” You smiled down at him as you resumed your actions to bring yourself to climax. It was only a few more moments before you found yourself being close to that edge again. You grinded your pelvis so deeply into his, burying his cock into you and rubbing your clit against the skin at his base. 

“YES, fuck!” You threw your head back as your cunt came all over Sanji’s cock. Squeezing and creaming all over his shaft, Sanji was in sensory overload. 

“Please miss! I need to-! Fuck! Now, please!” Sanji pleaded with you.

Your voice came out hoarse and tired, still wrecked from your powerful orgasm. “Yes sweet boy, fill me up all the way baby. You’ve been so good honey, cum inside of me.” You softly breath out to him as you try to come down. You feel a hard thrust from below and Sanji screams out, 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you…” A tear spills past his lash line as he unloads his cum deep inside of you. Feeling the stress and pressure of his day leave his body, he shudders. 

You feel the final pulses of his orgasm fade out and you move yourself gently off of his softening cock. You begin untying the rope knots around his limbs as he tries to collect himself, brain broken from cumming so hard. You finish untying him and you run your hand over the marks left by your riding crop. You hobble over to your side table and pour out a glass of water. You bring the blanket at the foot of the bed and spread it out over Sanji’s sweaty body, tucking it in at the sides. 

“hey.. sit up baby. Have a little water before you sleep, okay?” You coo in his ear softly as you stroke his hair. Sanji sits up on his elbows weakly and grabs the glass you offered him. He gulps down the water and hands it back to you. You place the glass on the side table and curl up by his side in bed. 

“So… How are you feeling?” You asked him, eager to provide him of any aftercare he needed. 

“Y/n I… It was perfect…” He turns to look at you in the eyes. “It was more perfect than I could have ever imagined. I feel so much better, like a weight is lifted off my chest. Thank you, y/n.” Sanji leaned down and placed a tender kiss on your lips. 

“Good. I like when you’re happy. Foods better.” You smiled at him. He laughed. 

As you fell asleep in his arms he couldn’t help but to grin and think to himself, 

“Wait until fucking moss head finds out I was first…” 

[that-bwitch]

would you be able to write how Fred and George would react towards reader accidentally turning themselves into a cat? like a potion mixup that turns us into a cat and somehow, he wander around to try get someone to fix it but bump into them along the way? I just find it a cute idea and fluffy! 🙌

tysm for this lovely request, I had such a fun time writing it and got a bit carried away (who would've guessed)! I decided to make it platonic, bc you mentioned both of the guys, but feel free to correct me if that's not what you meant! I hope you enjoy reading this little thing <3

warning: platonic!twins x reader, a teeny tiny bit of cursing

wc: 1.5k

Your favourite way to spend your free time was to hang around the Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes, no doubt. The energy was unmatched; you could always find something new to look at and play with even if you had previously browsed every single shelf. And, of course, the twins’ company was a more-than-enjoyable bonus.

There was a major downside, however – and it was the room. The forbidden fruit, something so enticing yet so dangerous – the laboratory where the twins kept experimental samples of their newest ideas. The temptation to try out some potions or sweets they hadn’t released yet occupied your mind at times, but you hadn’t let your impulsive thoughts win yet – hence Fred and George not restricting you access to the lab.

Apparently, all of you had too much faith in the soundness of your mind.

You wandered into the lab, just like you usually did every other day. The shelves were filled with various boxes and trinkets, but one of them immediately captured your attention – it was new and exciting. A small bottle of silver liquid faintly glimmering in the shadows of the “Potions” rack. Before you could stop yourself, your feet dragged you in the bottle’s direction. You picked it up and twirled it around to have a better look – no one’d prevent you from looking, right? A potion so beautiful simply couldn’t be dangerous, could it? One wouldn’t make such an alluring little vial if it wasn’t supposed to be drunk. You’d be less tempted if it had a “drink me” sticker plastered across it.

Before you knew it, the liquid poured down your throat, coating it with the richest sweetness and the freshest chill. You couldn’t hold in a satisfied moan – so tasty, so calming. And there were no side effects! Must not have been a successfully attempted sample, right?

Wrong.

You didn’t necessarily feel it, but your head went dizzy for a brief moment. Oh, that’s nothing, you thought, heading to the mirror – to check, just in case. The problem arose as soon as you looked – more so, tried to look. You couldn’t see anything, not even the mirror itself. The only thing in front of you was the wall.

“What the actual hell?”

No, the words were nothing like this. In fact, they weren’t words at all. All you could hear was a series of meows, so you wondered who could possibly let a cat in here, as the shop had a strict “no pets allowed” policy. But your initial surprise was washed away by a much bigger tidal wave of pure shock as you realized that no one did. You were the cat. A little black and white one, judging by the paws.

Shit. Or, as the only thing you could make out, meow.

You rushed out of the room with all the speed your little legs could provide. Down the stairs, one more turn – and you were in the main area of the shop, lost in a crowd of people, which was an everyday occurrence in the Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes. Kids looked at you, laughing as you stumbled into tables, dumbfounded by an array of extremely unfamiliar sensations and meowing at the top of your lungs – likely added to the fun.

“What do we have here?”

You heard George’s voice somewhere above you and in a desperate attempt to get noticed bumped straight into his leg, getting dizzy once more. You stepped away, the already too-big-to-handle world spinning around. You couldn’t lift your head to look at the man in front of you, but let out a miserable mew to hopefully invoke some sympathy.

“Fred, come look at this!” George called, and his brother swiftly appeared next to him, staring down at you with the same stunned look painted on his face.

“A little kitty cat!” Fred exclaimed, ruffling his hair, a tinge of uncertainty in his voice. “How did you get here, little one?”

Not a single customer seemed to claim you, so the twins exchanged glances and turned back to you, scratching their heads. You were finally able to return their looks, trying your best to speak up, say it was you, how couldn’t they see? But all the sounds you produced were awfully similar to a language they couldn’t possibly understand – the cat language.

“Can’t have you here, little one,” George cooed, bending down to try to pick you up.

No! You couldn’t let yourself get humiliated like that! You hissed, backing away and shooting a piercing dagger of a glance in George’s direction.

“Oh, you’re a feisty little kitty!” Fred laughed and tried and failed to pick you up as well. “Come on, don’t be scared.”

You had to get yourself recognized somehow. A look around the shop didn’t help – people, lots of people, stuff flying around and nothing that could possibly give you away. Then, you had a sudden idea – a wild card that could possibly get you caught and kicked out, but you had no other choice. You gathered all your strength and will and started running up the stairs, towards the hangout room – sort of a living space where you could often find yourself with the twins, chilling after a long workday.

“No running!”

If you were a human at that moment, you would chuckle. Fred sounded just like Filch back at Hogwarts.

Both of the guys chased after you up the staircase, but you were faster – to be honest with yourself, you enjoyed having this much of an advantage for once. The much-desired door to the hangout room was open, to your delight – had it been closed, you’d be in much bigger trouble. You ran inside and almost knocked over a chair standing in your way. Fred cursed as he tripped over it and barely made it out without falling to the ground.

“You little prat!” he screamed, reaching for you but once again, failing to grab you as you wiggled your way out of his arms. “George, hurry!”

Your target was already close – a picture of you with Fred and George on the opening day of the shop, laughing and hugging each other. You jumped on the table – it felt so effortless that a thought to stay as a cat had briefly crossed your mind – and turned towards the room, where you saw Fred approaching you from the front with a wand in his hand; George was coming towards you from the right, spreading a small blanket in the air.

You had to act quick. You let out the loudest meow you could muster and your spotted black and white tail slid across the frame of the picture, following the movements of your human self.

“Freddie, tell me I’m not mad.” George squinted, trying to distinguish the movements of your tail. Your spirits were finally up and you tapped your smiling face with the tip of your tale.

“Mate, I’m as mad as you are,” Fred replied, putting his wand back into his pocket, “Is it…?”

You meowed in agreement, seeing as he was almost there with the guesswork. Fred exchanged playful glances with George and burst out laughing, his brother following suit.

“Bloody hell, what’ve you done?!”

George plopped down on the couch, Fred remained standing, his arms crossed on his chest. You decided to make yourself comfortable and jumped straight onto the armchair, wrapping your tail neatly around your paws.

“No, seriously, what?” Fred wondered, raising his eyebrow and staring at you as if he was actually expecting an answer. You let out an annoyed high-pitched meow. “What an idiot!” was what you were trying to say.

Realization dawned on the brothers at the same time.

“Merlin, the potion!” they exclaimed together, slapping their foreheads with their palms.

“’ight, mate, note – side effects.” Fred was still laughing, which greatly annoyed you and you decided your feelings to be let out by a warning hiss. “Subject turns into a spicy cat.”

You growled, but Fred only chuckled at your frustration.

“Don’t worry, it should wear off in an hour. ’course if we counted properly that is…” George attempted to calm you down, stretching out to stroke your furry head, but you could tell he was uncertain. The touch was nice though, and you caught yourself purring – a sound so unfamiliar yet so natural in your current state. “Aw, Freddie, look!”

You pulled away, not willing to give the courtesy, and before you knew it, your fangs were plunged into George’s finger.

“Ouch!” he screamed, shacking his hand in the air and blowing at a small wound starting to form on his index finger. “Note – unprompted aggression!”

You sat back, proud of your doing, your tail resting on your paws again.

“Oh, kitty cat, you will pay,” Fred warned you with a devilish grin on his face. “You still have about fourty minutes.”

His eyes glistened with mischief, same as George’s, when they looked at each other and then at you again.

“The first to pick her up wins ten galleons, go!”

You screeched, jumping on the back of the armchair as the twins lunged in your direction. The next fourty minutes were to be… promising.

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[anjelicawrites]

The perfect stay at home husband

Paring: Billy Washington x reader

Synopsis: slowly Billy learns to become the perfect house husband and welcomes his spouse home in the best of ways.

Warnings: dom / sub vibes, kissing, crying, oral (f receiving), hair pulling, collar and leash usage, Billy being very needy, ‘pup’ used a pet name, f masturbation with a rabbit vibrator.

A/N: reader is AFAB but not described. Where needed, they/them pronouns used.

NSFW and 18+ only under the cut!

Your life with Billy didn’t start in the best of ways. Indeed, the fact that he was jobless didn’t help his mental health; that the job market was, and still is, a nightmare for someone without big credentials like his, was another nail in that specific coffin. To you it wasn’t an issue, you didn’t think any less of him because of this, temporary, condition and you were more than happy to provide for the two of you, your job paying you well enough for the feat; if only Billy pulled his weight at home!

You had told Lana repeatedly that their parents didn’t do a good job at making sure Billy was capable of taking care of himself, he mostly left the bulk of the housework to you and would look at you with his baby blue opened wide, telling you he didn’t realize that those chores needed to be carried out.

One Friday you literally exploded at him, screaming that he wasn’t a guest in the house and that you were sick and tired of picking up his slack! You didn’t even give him the chance to explain himself, you left slamming the door and went to your friend’s house to spend the night, getting absolutely hammered in the process. 

Billy came to pick you up in the morning, his head more hidden between his shoulders than usual, the judging glares of your friend didn’t help his already crumbling self worth: he knew well enough your friend didn’t like him and believed you could have so much better than him. You two walked home blanketed by a tick silence, only enhanced by the sounds of London around you two, your head hurting and him more pathetic than his usual self. 

The apartment wasn’t as messy as you left it the day before: the array of dirty plates and cups had disappeared from the sink, the reusable shopping bags all neatly folded and the mountain of shoes shelved in the shoe rack next to the door.

“That's all I could do.” Billy told you, his eyes not truly meeting yours. “You were right, I should help you more with housework. I don’t know what to do, but I’ll try.”

You cupped his cheek and he nuzzled your palm like a cat: he missed you last night, his guilty heart keeping him awake most of the night.

“You can ask me, if you want. And there’s Google to help you.”

And that’s where you made a huge mistake: not considering how much of a people pleaser Billy is, how much he lives to be told that he's done good and that he is not as subpar as he thinks he is. 

He tries, bless his heart, but his learning curve is very steep. 

You’ve lost count of the amount of shirts he burned while ironing, or the plants he knocked off by mistake while he was dusting, or that one time he tried to unclog the drain and almost flooded the apartment. 

And then there's TikTok. 

In his personal quest to become good at maintaining the apartment clean, he stumbles upon the videos of people mixing up chemicals, and he follows them religiously, without truly thinking about which detergents he's using at the same time, if he should put those together and that, perhaps, he should keep the window open. You've lost count of the amount of times your local A&E called, because he's almost poisoned himself; you are basically on a friendship level with the nurses there and one, a friendly brunette, has told you they tend to get worried when they don't see Billy pop up every once in a while. 

As steep as his learning curve had been, he's now become very good at keeping the house spotless, so much so you two decided he should be a stay at home husband, by the time you two tightened the knot. 

It had taken him a while to unpack all the toxic ideas he was raised with, how a man should be and act: be the breadwinner or be a failure, find yourself a job and don’t live off your spouse and housework is not real work and it’s not for a man to do.  It hasn’t been easy for him to accept that he could still be a man and take care of you in ways that aren’t a big paycheck, that the world outside, how competitive it is, isn’t truly for him, and that he isn’t less of a man for this.

The last nail in the coffin had been your promotion and the probable move to the Milan office; neither of you wanted to suffer through a long distance relationship and the meager positions Billy had applied for, didn’t have the option for him to work overseas.  When Milan stopped being an option, you both had decided that he should still stay at home and be happy.

When you unlock the door you welcome the sight of Billy kneeling on a pillow, naked and collared, with his head bent and the leash neatly folded in his hands; his eyes fleetingly meet yours to then focus on the freshly clean carpet again.

“Welcome back” He says with a deep voice, tinged with a need you know all too well.

“Hi sweetling.” You answer back.

Slowly you remove your shoes and leave them on the rack; you savor the feel of the carpet under your feet and that your heels are finally off for the day. Through your lashes you observe Billy’s body vibrate with need and decide to play with him, because you haven’t tormented him in a while.

You walk towards him and stand where he’s kneeling, your center in front of his face and you can see the way his pink tongue darts out to lick his beautiful lips.

“Is there something the matter, my love?” You ask with a sweet voice.

“Please.” He whines.

“What do you need, pup?”

His face falls against your skirt, right where your cunt is and he takes a long whiff.

“Use your words Billy.”

Your voice is stern now, your fingers in his hair hurt him when you force his face up, to stare at his expression.

“I need it, please.”

His voice is a pathetic, little whine, his eyes don’t meet yours to show his submission to you.

“Billy, Billy Billy.” You punctuate every iteration of his name with a strong pull to his hair. “You need to be more specific and don’t act like a dog in heat.”

With that you use your fist in his hair to pull him towards the couch; you could have used leash, you could have ordered him to walk, but you need that extra bout of ownership over him, as he does and he complies with small whines as he tries to crawl at your pace and can’t truly manage.

You lose your hold when you sit on the couch with your legs spread, Billy kneeling between them; you see the way his eyes focus on your, now, exposed panties. You can’t help but smirk at his naked desire, his need to bury his face in your cunt: with him is almost a daily occurrence, one way or another he’s on his knees, worshiping you, hungry for you like you are the only meal he’s going to have for days.

“I’m going to ask you for the last time, BIlly: what do you need, my sweet pup?”

“Please, let me eat you?”

For the first time since you returned home, his pretty blue eyes bore into yours, so huge and sad and pathetic.

“But I’ve been out and about for the whole day Billy, I need a shower.”

You pretend to stand up and he panics, his hands go to your hips and his face burrows against your clothed cunt.

“No, no, please! Don’t make me wait!”

You try to dislodge his face from between your legs and he just curls his hands tighter around the soft meat of your hips, as he whines, desperately against your clothed cunt, the vibrations traveling up your spine, almost stealing a moan from you.

“Billy! Billy!” You try to say as you grab fistfuls of his hair to make him move. “Be good and behave or I will not let you eat me!”

You know that he knows you’re not kidding, your tone carries the weight of your treat, and he pulls his face back, but doesn’t stop him from pouting, staring at you with big, accusatory eyes.

You wind your hand around the leash before he can start any more shenanigans.

“I need you so bad!” He wails, with a pathetic, sad voice.

“I know I have been at work a lot, pup, but you should remember your manners, always.”

He looks contrite now, with his head lowered again.

“I just missed you so much.” He mumbles.

“As I did you. Look at me now.” You say with a firm, yet gentle, voice.

Billy complies, his eyes are glossy with unshed tears and his lower lip is bitten raw: he’s not kidding when he’s saying that he needs you badly.

“You will eat my pussy, eventually. I will have to punish you first, though.”

His breathing quickens after your words and the tears start to fall, silently they roll down his pink cheeks, making him look even more pathetic. You hug him and his long arms sneak around you, curling as tight as possible around your frame: he needs you, needs to know you’re not mad at him.

“Shh, sweetest pup, shh.” You kiss the crown of his head. “I love you so much.”

He cries harder at your words, the sobs wreak his big body and you have to hug him with all your strength, gently rocking your bodies until he calms down and lifts his head to look at you; his eyes are crystal clear, the color of the mountain sky after a rainstorm and his cheeks are apple red.

“Do you feel better?” You ask, caressing his cheekbones with your thumbs.

“Yes. I worked myself up over nothing. I’m sorry.” He sounds contrite and ashamed of himself.

“No pup, I’m the one that’s sorry. I’ve let work overrun my life, and that should have never happened.”

You tend to do that, hyperfocus and work yourself into exhaustion; even with Billy in your life you still make the mistake to forget that there’s a life outside your office. When you were still single, you were the only one suffering, but now you have to consider your husband’s feelings and needs as well, and you were terrible at that, as of late.

“I’ll tell you, next time. I will not let your job steal you away from me again.”

“Thank you, pup. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

You lean into him and kiss him slowly, tongue sliding against his with sensual strokes that have him moan wantonly, precume leaking from his reddened tip copiously with every slide of your tongue against his.

“Let’s go to bed. Your knees must be raw.”

“As long as you’re happy, I don’t care.”

“This is the reason why that’s my job.” You smile down at him.

You help him stand up and interlock your fingers with his; he stares at you as if you’re a miracle and you can’t help yourself but kiss his stubby cheek, giggling like a teenager.

You let him undress you, his big hands caress your body with gentle strokes that turn heated when your breasts and cunt are revealed to his hungry eyes.

“Go kneel on the bed, pup. I need something before you can feast on me.”

Billy follows your order with his eyes fixed on you, drinking down the sight of your naked skin as you retrieve the small box with the toys; you make sure he sees the rabbit vibrator in your hands, and the lube.

Leisurely you walk to the bed and stand behind him, before bending to kiss his nape.

“I’m going to be quick with your punishment. I’ve missed your mouth so much, pup” You whisper in his ear and he shudders, willing himself not to come untouched.

Billy is kneeling at the end of the bed, you sit with your legs spread and your back against the pillows; your hole is already wet and you know he can see it, the thought makes you clench and he moans.

“Are you thinking about my cunt strangling your cock? How tight I can be just for you?”

Billy moans and his hands curl into fists.

“Yes. I love your cunt so much.” He whines.

“What a good pup that you are.”

Looking straight into his blue eyes you uncap the lube and pour a generous amount on the vibrator, before turning it on and spreading your labia for Billy to see.

“Tell me, pup, why do you like my cunt so much?”

His intake of breath is visible when you insert the vibe which is set on the lowest speed.

“It’s…” He gulps. “It’s pretty and warm.”

He has to close his eyes when you start pumping the vibrator in and out, nice and slow, your eyes never leaving his.

“Yeah?” You moan.

“Your lips are so plump and soft. Christ please!”

“Keep going, pup.” Your hips jut up when you insert the vibe fully, letting the small part sit against your clit.

Billy is staring at your center unabashedly, his tongue is liking his lips with hunger.

“Puppy please, tell me more.”

You can feel your body arch under his stare and your hands go to your breasts to play with your nipples: you want to be as wet as possible for him, give him all of your essence.

“Taste so good.” He pants, visibly restraining himself. “So much of it for me, can live off it.”

“Yes, oh!” 

The head of the vibe pushes against your G spot as you writhe on the bed and you almost come.

“Clit so small and pretty, needs licking and sucking, baby please!”

He’s so desperate, thinking about your perfect cunt has him fuck the air like a dog in heat and seeing you touching your body, all your muscles vibrating with pleasure, drives him absolutely mad, his nerves burning with the need for your body.

“Yes pup, come to me. Drink from me.”

You lift your hand to him and he jumps to you, hastily removing the vibe to suck your essence there and discard it on the bed.

He lays on the mattress and grabs your hips to plaster his face against your center, his tongue licking at your folds desperately, his nose pushing haphazardly against your puffy clit. You keen and moan, your hips pushing against his face as his tongue fucks you and you curl your muscles around it to feel him fully.

“Billy! Billy, yes!!!” You scream. “So close Billy!”

You explode in his face, and he keeps going, slipping one finger inside of you and sucking on your clit like a desperate man, the pad rough against your G spot and you fuck yourself against his face, the pleasure making you delirious for him.

“Fuck all my holes Billy” You keen. “I love you so much!”

You scream when you come again, tears streaming down your face when he doesn’t stop and licks fat stripes up and down your cunt, his hands hurt where he’s keeping you in place and your feet kick against his back, you beg and cry, too much pleasure burning through your body life wildfire.

You try to slip away and he grunts, making you jump, forcing you closer to his hungry mouth and tongue, his teeth nibble at your abused clit and you squirm and cry, your body arching under him, so much pleasure, too much pleasure frying your brain, 

It hurts, you can’t get enough of him, so much pressure builds inside of you, his tongue flicks your poor clit and his lips suck it harshly as you whine and cry. 

He slurps on your honey, hungry and fast, your nerves burning for him, your hands in his hair grabbing the strands with desperation; his moans destroy you and you squirt all over him, his tongue fast to lick everything you’re giving him, until it hurts and he lets go, only to lay his face on your tummy, breathing your intoxicating scent in.

“So good, Billy.” You smil, drunkenly at him.

BIlly stares at you with adoring eyes, his lips leave small kisses on your tummy and you laugh, his stubble tickles you and, you fear, you’re going to have burns everywhere on your tights.

“Were you serious?” He asks, after a bit.

“About what?”

He’s cuddling you now, keeping your face close to his chest.

“Me using all your holes.”

His cheeks burn bright with embarrassment and you hug him with all your might. 

“I very much like it, Billy. I love your cock so much and I would gladly let you use it on me however you want.”

Billy almost chokes on his tongue and can’t meet your eyes.

“Even your arse?”

Sweet Billy; you don’t laugh because you know he will likely feel offended. He’s still exploring his sexuality, trying with you all that he has never had the courage to do in his past relationships.

“Even that. I want to feel you for days. Every time I walk and sit, I want to remember the weekend you fucked me like a whore.”

Billy’s hips stutter against your tummy, and you feel a drop of come splutter against your skin.

“Would you like that, pup?”

Billy’s eyes cross at the mere idea: he’ll do anything you want, tarnish your body  in all the ways you’ll order him to use.

“Yes.” He moans. “I can’t wait.”

[mysecretlittlelibrary]

Teach Me How To Love

Pairing: Moonknight (Steven) x Reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: LOTS OKAY; This is smut minor dom/sub undertones, oral (m receiving), p in v, unprotected sex (be safe around trains-shitty reference sorry lol), riding, creampie, kinda praise kink tingz, lemme know if I missed anything

Genre: fluff + smut

Summary: You knew dating the shy guy from the museum giftshop would mean taking the lead on things sometimes but boy is it sweet when he asks you to show him the ropes in bed

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When you walk into the museum gift shop you scan the various shelves and racks. It doesn't take you long to pick out a few things, an archeology dig set, a stuffed Anubis toy, and a set of fact cards. You walk up to the counter where you realize you can't see a cashier.

"Uh- hello?" You call out looking around the gift shop for any indication that there's someone working here. A curly haired man suddenly pops up from behind the counter, so quick he loses his balance a little and has to grab the counter to avoid falling. "Oh." You gasp shocked by his appearance. You didn't even realize he was back there.

"Hi. Sorry I uh- didn't know anyone was here. Can I help you with something?" He asks softly.

"Just, checking out." You say setting your items on the counter. Steven glances up at you and nearly drops the scanner. He drops his eyes quickly, his shyness made worse by how attractive he thinks you are.

If you think she's so pretty then tell her so. Steven hears Marc's voice ringing in his head and he glares at the counter where Marc's reflection stares at him with bored exasperation.

"Did you find everything okay?" Steven asks as he rings your items.

"I think so- my nephew's newest obsession is Egyptian Mythology so I thought I'd pick him up some things while I was around. I figured these things would interest one very intelligent four and a half year old." You say.

"I'm sure he'll love it. You've included toys and something that actually provides knowledge. Those notecards are particularly very cool because they have some lesser known facts so it'll be really nice if he's interested in learning."

"Oh are you also a big fan of Egyptian Mythology?" You ask with a smile and his cheeks warm as he realizes he was rambling. He is, but you think it's very cute how excited he is.

"Um- kind of yes, actually. Your total is 32.56." He tells you.

"Maybe I'll have to bring my Nephew around! I'm sure he'd love to talk to another enthusiast." You smile as you swipe your card.

"If you decide to bring him, I'll happily talk with him." Steven says handing you your now bagged items.

"Great! I'll see you then!" You smile taking your stuff from him and heading out of the small giftshop.

I don't understand why you didn't tell her you thought she was pretty Steven. You're such a coward. Marc scoffs.

"She's a customer that's weird and borderline inappropriate." Steven whispers aggressively at the reflection. You glance over your shoulder and happen to catch what you assume is him talking to himself.

It's a couple weeks later that you bring your nephew back to the museum. You have him for the day so your sister and brother in law can have some alone time so you figured you'd bring him here. He's already memorized most of the notecards you gave him it seems because while walking through the museum he casually spouts facts at you about the various exhibits. Once you've walked through the whole museum, your nephew is quick to drag you into the gift shop.

"Don't go overboard sweetie, two or three things tops." You tell him as he scans the shelves.

"Okay!" He says excitedly. Your nephew comes back to you with another archeology dig and a book that he brings up to the counter he can barely reach.

"Oh- you're back!" Steven blinks at you with a smile he almost tries to hide.

"I am. Hello again." You smile.

"Hi."

"Lewis this is the nice man I told you about who likes Egyptian Mythology like you do." You tell your nephew. "I'm sorry, I just realized- I never got your name." You frown at him.

"Oh-- St- Steven. My name's Steven Grant." He stutters out.

"Steven." You say softly and he almost wants to collapse at the way his name sounds from your lips. "Well I'm y/n, and this is my curious nephew Lewis." You tell him.

"Hey Lewis! I hear you're really into mythology." Steven smiles at him.

"Yeah! Everything is so cool." Lewis says.

"Do you have a favorite mythological figure? Or myth?" Steven asks.

"I like Anubis because aunty got me a toy that looks like him, but I'm still learning about some of the others. Do you have a favorite?"

"Well I've heard Khonshu's kind of an annoying old bird but his powers are totally cool." Steven says.

"Is he in this book?" Lewis asks pointing at the book of myths he picked up.

"I actually think he is. You wanna know what he looks like?"

"You know what he looks like?!"

"Sure I do." Steven grabs a scrap of paper and one of the museum pens to start a sketch. It only takes him a couple of minutes to draw a strange skeleton bird creature.

"Woaaahh! He looks so cool!!" Lewis gasps.

"He's super tall so- it's actually kinda spooky." Steven says like he's sharing a secret. He hands the drawing to Lewis who excitedly looks over it.

"STEVEN!! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU!" You gasp when a woman's voice booms through the lobby of the museum.

"Oh dear, that's my boss. It's like she can sense enjoyment and seeks to crush it." Steven jokes with you handing Lewis his things in a bag while you wrap up your transaction.

"I hope everything is alright." You tell him.

"Ah I'm sure it'll be fine. She tends to be dramatic." Steven says passing you your receipt.

"Well, it was nice to see you again Steven." You say.

"You too! Hope to see you soon."

"Ah now that Lewis has seen the collection here he'd have me bring him everyday if he could." You joke.

"Well Seeing a face like yours everyday would certainly make work much better." He says casually and you swear he sounds like a different person for a moment. His demeanor is totally different and it almost sounds like his accent changed.

"Aren't you sweet." You muse.

"Sorry, that was bold." Steven mutters and his mannerisms are back to normal.

"It was- cute. Very nice of you to say." You smile. "I have to get going now and you should probably go find your boss, but I'll be bringing Lewis back so, see you soon." You say grabbing Lewis's hand and taking him out of the museum.

"He was nice." Lewis hums.

"Wasn't he? Don't worry when you finish that book I can bring you back for more things." You tell him, ruffling his hair as you walk down the street.

You do bring him back, a couple of weeks later and he's quick to pick out a new book and another archeology dig toy like the one you got him. Apparently there's a whole collection of toys you can get inside and he's determined to get them all.

"Hello again mister Steven!" Lewis says placing his items on the counter.

"Oh hi, you're back." Steven glances at Lewis and then smiles at you.

"We sure are. Lewis is trying to collect all the toys in these things." You say.

"Awesome. Those things are very cool I bet." Steven says scanning the items.

"They are!" Lewis says.

"Well good luck on your expeditions." Steven smiles at Lewis as you swipe your card.

"Thanks!" Lewis says taking the bag from Steven when he hands it to him.

"Hey Steven, this may be a bit forward but would you be interested in hanging out some time?" You ask him. Ideally you'd wait for him to make a move but you suspect it would take him months to work up the courage and you don't want to keep bugging him at work and leave it up to chance.

"You wanna hang out with me?" He blinks at you.

"Yeah! Only if you're interested. You can say no of course, I just figured maybe it'd be nice to talk outside of me coming to your job." You say.

"I'd love to! When? Should I- should I meet you somewhere? Here maybe?" Steven stutters out nervously.

"You know the restaurant around the block? It's off Primrose."

"Yeah, I know it."

"Meet me there by 7 tomorrow." You tell him.

"Alright." He nods and you leave with Lewis in tow, too wrapped up in his new book to pay your interaction any mind.

The next evening Steven is outside your chosen restaurant ten minutes early ignoring Marc's voice making fun of him for being so anxious.

"Steven!" You call as you walk towards him.

"Y/n, hi." He breathes with a smile.

"I hope you weren't waiting long." You say looping your arm through his as you walk into the restaurant.

"Oh no not at all. I got here only a couple of moments before you." He says. The two of you are quickly led to a table where you end up sitting for a few hours. It's awkward at first, the way first dates tend to be. Steven is unsure of what he should and shouldn't say and it makes the first bit of conversation a little unnatural but you're more than happy to take the lead, and the more you do the more he relaxes. He cracks jokes and laughs and it's the most beautiful sound you've heard in some time. While it's obvious he's still nervous around you, by the time your date ends well into the night he's the most at ease he's felt in ages. He's even the one that initiates the invite for a second date for which you go to an art show. You and Steven spend a few weeks seeing each other before eventually making it official. He's sweet and gentle and still pretty shy about certain things even after a several months together. Tonight you've invited Steven over for dinner, it'll be his first time really in your apartment and you're hoping to approach physical intimacy with him. When you hear a knock on your door you're just about done making dinner and you quickly wash your hands before answering it.

"Steven! Hi!" You smile.

"Hello love, am I too early?" He checks his watch.

"No of course not, I just finished cooking. Come in." You step out of the doorway to let him in.

"Oh! I brought you flowers." He says handing you the bouquet.

"They're gorgeous. Let me just find a vase for them. You can just take a seat at the kitchen table." You say taking the flowers from him. You find a makeshift vase for the flowers and set them on the table. You quickly serve dinner, a vegan version of your favorite pasta dish.

"You look amazing by the way." Steven breathes out as you sit beside him.

"Thank you. You look nice too." You say softly. You wait for Steven to take a bite of his food before you eat your own, eager for his reaction. He lets out a groan that brings a proud smile to your face as you eat.

"This is so good." He says.

"I'm glad you like it. It's one of my favorites to make." You tell him.

"If you cook any more meals like this I'll never let you go." He jokes.

"Who said I wanted you to do that anyway?" You muse making Steven blush. The conversation shifts to catching each other up on your days and before you know it, dinner is finished and you've migrated to the couch in your living room with wine.

"Your place is nice, it feels very you." Steven notes.

"I sure hope it does, I'm quite proud of my interior designing." You smile when Steven laughs. "Do you feel like your apartment reflect you Steven?" You ask after a moment.

"Well it's kind of a mess of books so, in some ways yes." Steven shrugs. "I think it reads mostly that it's just a place I sleep though."

"Not big on stylizing it to fit you?"

"Not sure what stylizing to fit me looks like honestly."

"A wall of books sounds like a good a place to start." You joke and he chuckles.

"Well what would you do with it?"

"With what?"

"My flat. What would you expect for it to reflect me? It's a studio, if that helps."

"A large bookshelf that you probably only half use because you're always reading five books at a time so even though it's there you still have books everywhere." He laughs at that, "Little knick knacks from your favorite exhibits at work. It's probably all neutrals, your bedsheets and stuff but you should really get something brightly colored, like nice curtains or some pretty throw pillows. Probably looks like a dead person lives there." You joke jabbing at his ribs lightly. At some point while you were talking you'd stretched out so your legs are draped over his lap.

"I'm very much alive thank you." Steven scoffs at you, hand absentmindedly rubbing your shin.

"Are you?"

"You'd be dating a ghost if I wasn't." He points out leaning towards you.

"Imagine that. My boyfriend, a ghost." You say quietly since he's so close.

"You can't feel a ghost this close to you. Can you?"

"Then it's a good thing you're not one I guess." You say, bringing him towards you with a hand at the nape of his neck. The position is a little awkward after a couple of seconds so you move to shift yourself entirely into his lap without disconnecting your lips. Steven has always been reserved in his kisses. They are soft and shy, as if he's not sure what to do although now he seems to be comfortable matching your intensity when you deepen the kiss. One hand tangles itself in his hair while the other rests against his chest.

Touch her Steven. She wants you to. Marc's voice chimes in.

Touch her?! Wait do you think she wants to go all the way? I don't-

Don't panic dude. I can always take over.

No way! She doesn't even know about you.

Maybe it's time to change that

Not tonight! Just- butt out.

At some point during their mental debate Steven stopped kissing you back, which- you definitely notice and you pull away.

"Steven. Are you alright?" You ask quietly and that brings his attention back to you.

"Y-yeah. Of course." He says.

"Steven we can stop if you're not comfortable. I have cake, we can just- go back to talking." You say shifting to get off of him. Steven's hands move to grab your hips, keeping you in place before you can move too far.

"I'm not uncomfortable. I just- I've never done this before."

"Never done what? Made out with a girl?"

"Uh well I- I thought maybe we were going to do more than that." He says awkwardly worrying that he misread the situation and made things worse by jumping to conclusions.

"We don't have to if you aren't ready." You tell him with a hand against his cheek.

"It's not that I'm not ready. I want to I just- I don't know what to do. You'll have to teach me."

"Teach you?"

"Yes teach me. teach me how to touch you and tease you show me how to please you." Steven says and you swear his words travel straight to your core.

"You're sure about this? I don't want you to feel pressured in any way."

"I'm dying to learn every inch of you." He says quietly.

"I'll tell you what you don't need help with, your words." You muse standing and pulling him with you. "We're going to my room." You toss over your shoulder.

"O-okay." He says letting you drag him down the hall to your room. As much as Steven would like to take a moment to look at your room, he's too captivated by you to bother looking anywhere else as you slowly pull the straps of your dress down. You let the dress fall to the floor and step out of it, turning to face Steven in just your underwear and his eyes are wide as he stares at you. You pull him towards you and place his hands on your waist to kiss him. You make quick work of the buttons on his shirt, running your fingers down his chest. Your hands unbuckle his belt and then stop yourself.

"Is this okay?" You whisper.

"Very okay." He sighs.

"Take them off for me baby." You say stepping back. Steven scrambles to shove his pants and boxers down his legs and nearly trips stepping otu of them. "You didn't have to rush." You muse.

"S-sorry." His cheeks ting pink in a way you find adorable.

"I'm not scolding you, but you almost tripped. I don't want you to hurt yourself." You say gently patting his cheek. With a hand on his shoulder you guide Steven to sit on the edge of your bed. You squat in front him and place a kiss against his knee, and then another above it trailing up his inner thigh and then switching to the other leg, starting at his knee again and kissing your way up. His hands squeeze the edge of your mattress as he gets worked up from your lips against his skin. When you finally take his dick in your hand Steven groans, hips twitching as your tongue traces the length of him. You wrap your fingers around him, swirling your tongue lazily around the tip while you stroke him. Only once his shaky breathing turns into strained whines do you put him all the way in your mouth, swallowing as much of him as you can and the warmth has every muscle in his body tense with pleasure. You bob your head quickly for several minutes, watching the way ecstasy paints itself across your boyfriend's face. His mouth is dropped open as sounds spill out of it, his brow is furrowed and his eyes are closed. Curious to see his pupils blown wide you gently drag your nails down his legs and his eyes pop open. You only get a glimpse of the way the pools of brown have all but disappeared behind black before his eyes close again, the sight of you staring up at him with his dick in your mouth to overwhelming for him to keep his eyes on you. When his thighs tense up beneath your palms you let up, standing while he struggles to catch his breath. You lean over enough to kiss him.

"Move back Steven." You mutter against his lips and let him shuffle his way up your bed until his head rests on your pillows. You crawl over him and sit with your legs on either side of him. You litter his neck with kisses, listening for clues of his sensitive spots smiling to yourself when his breath hitches as you nip at a spot just above his collarbone. You work the spot until a bright red mark stains his skin before you sit up.

"Touch me Steven." You tell him grabbing his hand and placing it on your chest. He hesitates for a moment before squeezing the flesh of your boob, noticing the way you gasp when his thumb grazes your nipple through the lace fabric. With a curious look on his face Steven tugs the cups of your bra down enough to reveal your breasts properly, fingers brushing over your nipples repeatedly, watching the way you subtly arch towards his touch.

"You're sensitive here." He mutters.

"Yeah, use your mouth on me." You breathe out. Steven sits up and wraps his lips around one nipple, sucking and licking it as he rolls the other between his fingers. The way moans and whimpers fall from your lips has Steven wanting to stay like this forever if it means the sounds never stop. You take Steven's free hand and guide it between your legs. Just like with your boobs, he's initially unsure of what to do but your fingers press his towards your entrance and he slowly works them inside. The way his digits curl inside you makes you grind against his hand and with dick pressed against your ass he starts to shift at the sudden friction.

"You're so- wet." Steven marvels at the feel and sound of his fingers inside you.

"You made me wet sweetheart, with your pretty sounds and even prettier dick." You say with your lips next to his ear, nipping at the lobe in a way that has him groaning.

"I wanna taste you." Steven mutters, placing kisses along your neck. You pull his hand from you and place it against his lips. He licks his fingers clean with wide eyes looking at you. "That isn't what I meant." He frowns.

"I know. Next time love. Right now I just want to ride you." You tell him raising your hips to shift your lacy panties to the side.

"But-" Steven's complaint is cut off by a harsh grunt as you line him up with your entrance and sink down on him.

"Fuck you're big." You whimper, your head dropping to his shoulder.

"S-Shit you're... warm." He huffs out. Your hands against his chest push him back against the pillows as you brace yourself and begin to bounce on him. Steven's hands grab your hips tightly as you ride him fiercely.

"You look so good under me like this Steven. So so good." You moan when you look down at him. His head is thrown back and he's grabbing you harsh enough to leave marks but fuck if it doesn't feel so perfect the way he fills you.

"W-wait- y/n I'm close." Steven warns you.

"Fuck- you wanna cum inside me baby?" You ask him and his eyes go so wide you'd find it funny in any other situation.

"C-can I?" He pleads with a look that would make you do anything he asks.

"Sure you can. If you want to."

"Gods I want to- but you- you have to cum first." He grunts. You slow your bouncing just a little so you can keep your balance when you take one hand off of him to rub circles against your clit, the bundle of nerves sensitive and swollen from lack of attention.

"F-fuck." You moan, feeling the coil in your belly tighten as you play with yourself.

"Come on love, please cum. Wanna see how gorgeous you look cumming on my dick." Steven begs. He actually begs and his words are enough to send you over spasming against him as you ride out your high. When you start to come down you pick up your pace again, focusing now on making Steven finish.

"Your turn baby. Cum for me. Fill my pussy like you want to." You drag your nails down his chest and he moans loudly as you feel warmth flood your insides. Before you can move off of him, Steven pulls you against his chest, holding you close as he recovers.

"Was that- was I okay?" He asks quietly after a moment.

"You were amazing. Especially for your first time." You tell him.

"Good- great. I'm glad. I didn't want to disappoint you-"

"You could never disappoint me Steven." You cut him off. "But there's still a lot to teach you." You add kissing his cheek.

"We can start as soon as tomorrow." He mutters, his eyes closed as sleep threatens to carry him away.

"No need to rush. You've got plenty of time to learn. I'm not going anywhere." You say rubbing soothing circles on his chest.

"Neither am I." He manages to slur out before finally he falls asleep and you allow the steady beat of his heart to lull you off too.

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To Risk It All | Chapter 3

Summary: The aftershock of her House humiliation leave Daera in an agitated state. But her wits come back as soon as she lays eyes on him.

Warnings: None. Previous part - Masterlist

"Targaryens are restless and chaotic."

Decency was at least given to her, her mother, and brother.

They were allowed to remain in King’s Landing for the sole purpose of seeing back Vaemond’s body to Driftmark whilst Gaemon and Malentine were sent back to their ship without delay, tongues freshly cut by hot steel, their pride so wounded that Daera knew it not to be the end. She wondered if this circle of madness would ever be over.

Even though the King still breathed and passed judgement as he pleased, one could not deny the Green’s influence over his shoulder, a growing shadow over the Crown.

It was the Queen that had come to them once they were brought back to their quarters in Maegor’s Holdfast, granting them words of comfort while she promised a new ship to be prepared in order to send them back to Driftmark. She remained suspiciously vague about it before letting them visit their father and husband’s body below the royal Sept. For what seemed like an eternity, all three of them stood there, close to each other in grief and shock whilst they tried to ignore the smell of the decaying body of Vaemond Velaryon. It was suffocating, the way the candles played shadows on the shroud that covered him as well as the humidity of the place. Daera promptly decided that she had enough and excused herself, feigning the need for air, but truly desiring to be alone.

She quickly found out that it would be difficult to achieve loneliness as she drew the gaze of most of the nobles she crossed paths with, and as she walked the middle bailey she found the very place people would not dare bother her. The royal library. 

It was a large hall, maybe as big as the Small Hall several yards from there, with high shelves filled with bright looking book covers and parchments stacked in triangulars wooden racks reaching the ceiling. It smelled like dust and ink, tables and benches put below the large windows that displayed the Five Pointed stars and Daera felt all the tension she had accumulated on this day slowly fade away. But when she advanced further into the room, it all came back as swiftly as it had left.

He was there, leaned over a wooden bench near a window, his blind side turned towards her and a book in hand. She stilled, looking around to notice two scholars busying themselves behind a nearby shelf, not acknowledging her in the slightest. She decided safe enough to dare take a few careful steps towards the high window, curiosity gnawing at her. She was only observing really, the way the tip of his hair touched the paper as he leaned closer, his fingers grazing the side of the pages absentmindedly, completely focused on his reading. But upon hearing her approach, steps he did not recognise or welcomed, Aemond Targaryen raised his head from his book with a slightly annoyed expression, his single eye locking on her. 

“My Prince.”

She waited for him to greet her back, to show her the respect that befitted her station; anything, she thought, just a sound, a word to her. But to her disappointment he only but sighed closed his book abruptly before he came to stand without a word and passed by her, heading towards the door, leaving a smokey smell in his wake.

But Daera would have none of it. She would have him talk to her, she would make it personal if she had to. “I never had the chance to thank you. For the help you provided me the other night.” 

As she turned, she saw him stop in his tracks feets away from the door, his back to her where his muscles tensed in reaction. He barely turned, tongue clicking. “I beg you pardon my Lady, but you must have mistaken me for someone else. I have no recollection of helping you.”

Finally. A whole sentence from him, sending something course over her skin. She would have recognised the voice anywhere, sounding exactly like she remembered, like she had felt, reviving the same sensation at the back of her neck as well as the same soft timber of his voice that was so sweetly invading her ears.

She took a firm breath, spurred by her new confidence and ignoring his blatant denial. “It seems that you have gotten rid of the dragon smell, at least.” 

His body turned completely at that, a dangerous glint lightening in his eye, making her pause as he started to slowly prowl towards her, his steps slow and mindful.

“As opposed to you, it would seem,” he snapped at her, almost vicious as he levelled with her, “Maybe you should refrain from throwing insults as soon as you feel like it, my Lady. It does not bode well around here lately, as I am sure you are aware.”

She raised her chin, determined to show that she would not be daunted by his insinuation while the same words she had heard in the dark alley rang into her ears, their meaning too familiar. It was as good as an admission from him.

“Why not introduce yourself? You recognised me, I'm certain. Your brother at least made that courtesy when-”

“What are you doing here, Lady Velaryon?”

He had spoken in such an accusatory tone, his eyes flashing with something she could not determine that she had to take a moment to find her next words, his eye watching her lips part in her search not helping in the least.

“I came to read of course, isn't that what people do in a library?” she lied, noticing the way his scar almost reached his dimple. “What you were yourself doing?"

“Are there no books in Driftmark?” he replied snappily, his stance straight but somehow his face closer to hers. “Must you come here of all places?”

“There are, but none I have not yet read through. Here, there is novelty, news lands to discover,” she answered before considering him, hesitant, the heat of his body not quite matching his icy behaviour. "What were you reading, if I may ask?”

She knew she was venturing into unknown territory, but he was in front of her, talking to her, and since the Prince was seemingly only inclined to answer with audacity, she would use it unabashedly.

It seemed to take great effort for him to answer her, his jaw clenching as he did so. “The Iron Chronicle.”

“Oh. Tales of war, of course,” she said, almost disappointed. “The ironborns did employ cruel tactics.”

“Have you read it?” he inquired, his head almost imperceptibly tilting to the side.

“I fear that I did, for Driftmark is filled with seafaring related books. The ironborns were and still are great sailors, but I am not entirely sure about the rest.”

“Mh,” he pondered, the sound inexplicably drawing her gaze to his pale throat under his collar. “One would say that ruling is a matter of knowing when to employ such tactics.”

“Others would say that ruling is about keeping order and taking care of their subjects, not pitting them against each other,” she retorted, holding his gaze. “The Targaryen dynasty has ruled for a hundred years without seeing a single rebellion succeed.”

“But we have dragons.”

It was uncanny, the power with which he said those words, the pride that reverberated through them as sharp as a weapon. Daera could feel the legacy that weighed on their shoulders, something they both shared as her voice died in her throat.

“Yes,” she breathed, not daring to blink as he triumphantly stared at her. “Yes they do…You do.” 

He hummed again softly, content to have had the last word and considered her, his eye travelling swiftly over her features, like he wanted to learn all of her secrets, her weaknesses, and use it against her. It made Daera repress a shiver along her spine.

“You are leaving tomorrow, are you not?” he asked casually, his hands coming to lace behind his back again.

“Yes, unless one of my family manages to lose another limb by then, that is.”

She gasped internally at her bold words, the memory of this morning still carved in her brain, throat still sore as she had screamed. While humour might have been her anxious way of coping, she wasn’t sure about the Prince’s reaction to it.

But the man before her scoffed, the sound coming from lips whose corners were slightly twitched upwards, a half smile that made his eye glitter with soft violet shade. “That would be unfortunate, but very unlikely I’d wager.”

A scholar racked a chair in order to take a scroll back to its shelf and both Aemond and Daera snapped from each other's gaze. In this brief moment, she allowed herself to watch the scholar trying to reach a high shelf with great difficulty, a tickling sensation came over her right cheek, and when she turned, she was met with silver hair inches from her nose, the side of her face almost merging into his.

“I was in my chambers last night, not away from the Keep, and certainly nowhere near you.”

It was a warning, one softly whispered in her ear, his breath fanning over her skin before he withdrew so slowly she could hear each of his breaths.

And before she had the chance to reply, he had turned and disappeared through the wooden doors in a light walk, leaving her to wonder about what he could be hiding.

It had been so different from all of these years, he was so different.

Wasn’t he?

The afternoon was nearing its end, and Aemond had just returned from his walk in the gardens. It was something he did not particularly enjoy, for he found his time could be better used training with his sword or delving into the books that lined the shelves of the library, where he was able to hide away from the ladies of the court undoubtedly sent by their fathers to snare a prince. 

Still, he accompanied Lady Penrose on their weekly walk.

It had not been originally his choice to begin courting a Lady, not entirely. His mother had expressed her concerns about the loss of his eye and how it might have dissuaded him from seeking any sort of courtship or relation, and his brother had mocked him for it. So Aemond, infuriated, had decided to prove them wrong and had begun courting a Lady of the court, one who would not cower at the sight of his scar.

To his great surprise, it had not been difficult to find. He did not know if it was his accomplishments, his status as second son or Vhagar herself, but Aemond had managed to befriend some of the less irritating females of the court, and chose one that did not bore him to death.

If others could achieve it, he would certainly be able to, he had thought in his overconfidence. He would be better than his brother in everything - except debauchery - and make his mother proud. Deep down, he knew that whoever he would choose, his grandfather the Hand, would have him secure a better match for when the necessity would arise, the decision out of his control. So for the time being, Aemond only saw courtship as a way to prove himself that he could succeed in everything.

And Lady Penrose was not the worst of them.

“Were you there my Prince? When they mutilated their tongues?”

“I’m afraid I wasn’t. This was done down in the dungeons, I had no business going there.”

“A good thing. This must have been awful and quite repugnant."

Cyrenna Penrose was a woman of fine attributes, versed in literature and religious devotion, quite like his mother and shared Aemond’s passion for reading. But he had rapidly discovered that their subjects of interests diverged, her likings more inclined toward poetry while he delved into philosophy. In the end, Aemond had settled to appreciate her brown eyes and long black hair that she had the habit to put feathers in while he obliged her for a walk around the gardens when decorum imposed him to.

“I have heard what is said about Lady Velaryon. Daera I believe her name is,” she kept on, her hand wrapped around his arm. “She rides the dragon of her late grand cousin. You knew him, did you not?”

Aemond sighed. She already knew all of that. “Only briefly.”

“I’ve heard from the maids that she had gone out with the Prince the first night she arrived.”

Aemond was now listening with interest. “With Aegon?”

“Yes. They left together by the main gate. I wonder what they did.”

The fool. Aegon had never cared about propriety, never bothered to take passageways like he carefully did. Aemond knew Lady Penrose was implying that some ill affairs had undergone while they were out of the castle grounds considering his brother's reputation, but she had the tact to not utter it in front of him clearly.

And now, his brother was dragging Daera’s reputation in the mud by simply existing.

“I would not believe anything the maids gossip regarding my brother, my Lady. I’m certain the Velaryon girl only kept to riding that night,” he lied, remembering the way she had looked under his hood so eagerly in that alley, searching for his eye on her way to the Dragonpit.

“You seem to know a great deal, my Prince. Did you see her fly? I heard she has been riding with Princess Rhaenys since she has been able to take to the skies. She must be a sight to see, to learn from an experienced rider.”

Occasionally, Aemond wondered if he had let Cyrenna in too much information, for he believed she sometimes could decipher his lies. “She must be decent, I suppose.”

They fell into strained silence, Aemond never the one to be talkative, and Cyrenna had taken the habit of filling the gaps he left. If truth was to be told, he would not have minded if she ever had expressed her dissatisfaction at his silence.

But she never had done so, and he did not bother to make any attempts at being better. He had proven himself that he could court a woman, he would not be the one to cast her away. “Would you show me one day? How it is to ride a dragon?” she asked, hopeful.

Aemond felt something stir in his heart, the connection to his dragon vivid. “Certainly, my Lady," he lied once more. “One day.”

Cyrenna smiled at his arm as they reached the Godswood, unknowing that Aemond had no intention to share Vhagar. As they came into the grassy courtyard, a familiar pain began to settle beneath his skull, the returning reminder of the loss of his eye.

“I’m afraid that I must leave you already," he kept on as he stopped on the steps, detaching his arm from hers in order to take her hand.

“Oh,” she said, disappointed as he bowed in order to kiss it lightly.

“Thank you for your company, it was very agreeable.”

“An honour as always, my Prince,” she said shyly as he turned away.

And as always, Aemond did not bother to look back as he put distance between him and Cyrenna Penrose.

He made his way to Maegor’s holdfast in order to eat with his mother, deciding to take the back stairwell and as he arrived near the open terrace that granted a stunning view over the city, he stumbled upon what seemed to be a heated discussion.

Upon approaching the sources of voices, clearly intending to just walk through it and express his displeasure at such disturbance, he had stopped in his tracks when he recognised the voice of Daera Velaryon. He cursed under his breath. Why had they put them so fucking close to the Queen’s quarters?

“Surely this cannot be true. Father would not have wanted this and I will not have you deny it!”

“Our situation is dire and we must make sacrifices, or we will not be able to protect Daemion from-”

“Do you not think we have made enough sacrifices already? The Stranger is standing watch at our door and our honour diminished. This won’t solve any of  it!”

“This is exactly why we must act now. While our relations with the Hightowers are still good.”

Aemond deciphered from afar the two forms of Daera and her mother standing near the arched doorway over the courtyard, drapes flowing into the breeze, thinking that they would be safe from uninvited ears. But they did not know the castle like he did, and it was easy enough to find a dark corner over a railing that would allow him to watch them without being spotted, for he was now unable to not listen in.

Daera had turned towards Lady Elinda with a pained face. “You are to make me believe that the Queen came with this proposition? With the King’s acquiescence?”

“It is… their way to atone for what happened to our family,” her mother answered, hesitant. “This marriage will be as beneficial to them as it is for us. You must see it, Daera, as it is for your own protection as well.”

“I don’t need protection,” she spat, pacing restlessly around the room. “And if it is so important to you, you can marry him yourself!” she continued, tone poisonous, “You are now a widow, are you not? From House Celtigar. I am but the daughter of a perjurer, I am a walking disgrace.”

“This is not what they see Daera. When they look at me they see the persecuted sister and the wife of a fallen man. When they look at you they see beauty, prestance, power.”

“Precisely,” answered Daera with a disgusted glare, turning on herself to look back at her mother. “They only want me because I claimed a dragon, because they are preparing for whatever they think is coming, but I never asked to take any part in it, and neither did Seasmoke.”

Her mother took a determined step toward her. “You must think about what the enemy sees when they look at you now Daera, when they look at your brother," she pressed, and Aemond could see the urgency in her eyes. “Gaemon and Malentine are childless, and that makes Daemion next in line for the Driftwood throne. What they now call the silent two won’t settle for Lucerys Velaryon, and neither will the people, nor the Greens. We must ensure our protection now that we are on the right side."

“Careful mother,” interrupted Daera, raising a single finger to her, making Aemond take one step on the side so he could still see her. “Heedless ambition has always been a Velaryon weakness, one father paid for with his life,” she stated heatedly, but he could hear the light tremor in her voice. “Don’t let it get to you as well. Daemion isn’t interested in Driftmark, he is ten!”

“It is not about ambition, Daera! When the King dies, and he will, very soon daughter, we will be forced under the liege of the very people who killed your father, my House- my brother will make sure of it. I won’t have this again, I must act before they do.”

“So you would have me sell off to an easy marriage and tear our House further apart? What of my cousins, Baela and Rhaena? What of Rhaenys? She would have protected us, protected her family. She sees people for what they are, and yet you would have us betray them? Betray her?”

“This isn’t betrayal Daera, only a marriage pact made to ensure that no one will touch you and your brother. I cannot have him on Driftmark while Lord Corlys remains between life and death, and I cannot be certain of what his reaction will be when he learns of your father’s deeds. Rhaenys has been good to us, yes, but she is also loyal to her lord husband. She will follow him, you know this."  

“You cannot know that, Lord Corlys is our liege and Driftmark has always been my home, our home. And you would forsaken it for a place like this? A place father loathed? Where he was murdered?”

“I assure you it is not by pleasure that I inflict this upon you, Daera, but he is gone, and I am left as a widow without protection. My future is in peril and I will do whatever is necessary to put as much distance between us and Crackclaw Point.”

“I’ll protect you!”

“This is not your role Daera! I am the mother and you are the child, I am the one supposed to protect you.”

Daera stilled, staring back at her mother with disarray. But her moment of apparent doubt was quickly replaced by spite as her voice grew more trembling. “A child you want to marry to someone I barely know.”

“I am sorry Daera, but this is the best match I could have ever provided for you, and there will be no more saying in the matter. Your brother comes first.”

A long silence passed in which Aemond could only hear himself breathe. From his position he could see Daera's eyes, their violet so much brighter than he had seen them earlier in the library, when he had whispered his warning to her, wilder.

She did not move, however, and he felt like he could hear her thoughts. Betrayal, loss.

Fire.

Then she reached for something in her cleavage, lifting the chain that hangs low inside of her gown without a word before unclasping it. There she took the ring that was wrapped around it, its shade glinting into the light as she brought it before her eyes briefly, a longing in them that Aemond took as sadness before setting it softly on the table next to her. Her mother had followed her movements and was now staring at the ring in shock.

“Then I guess you will have more use for this than I, the symbol of a fallen House I won’t be a part of anymore.”

And she turned away, storming off through one of the archways with firm steps, Lady Elinda wasting no time calling after her.

Aemond waited for the steps to fade away before walking out of the shadows and advancing towards the table. There laid a beautiful carved signet ring with the Velaryon blazon, blue and silver surrounded by gold. When he touched it, he felt the warmth of the metal from where Daera had worn it, right against her skin. It sent electricity through his fingers as he examined it, thinking.

Aemond turned it in his hands one more time before putting it in his pocket.

Chapter 4

Taglist: @knightprincess@baconturtle@witheredoffherwitch@lexwolfhale @toodlesxcuddles @watercolorskyy

[ghouljams]

https://www.tumblr.com/ghouljams/737258478675116032/hey-ghoul-i-hope-your-doing-well-i-just-wanted

I’m not sure if you’ve done this already, if you have you can just ignore this one, but I’d be fascinated if you could tell us about the darlings homes

I haven't talked much about the darlings homes but I can! I've talked a lot about Witch's house but I can talk about the others. Let's go on a little home tour!

Love lives in a second or third floor apartment in an apartment building. It's a got a nice white door with a shiny gold number on it, and a little hallway outside the door. When you go in you walk straight into the living room, there's a little walkway between the back of the couch separating the TV area from the window that houses the plants. Walk a little further down the little makeshift hallway and into the kitchen. There's a little bar counter that faces the living room, a sort of L shape to the whole kitchen. The whole place is bohemian and warm, strewn with knickknacks and books. It's messy, but the way that living somewhere makes it messy. There's a basket of laundry in front of the couch waiting to be folded. Pink and yellow are the predominant colors in here, you'd think a man had never stepped foot in this flat but there's a pair of men's boots by the door. The aesthetic is very maximalist and colorful, I think the couch is pink. Ghost works some spatial magic on the place to add an extra bedroom and bathroom when they have the baby.

Liebling lives in flat near the shop, walking distance. A nice brick building that she has the first floor of. She makes good money owning a shop and spends it on a comfortable house. It's a nice oak door, with a brass knocker on the front. There's a tiny entryway, where her shoes and mail pile up. Off the entry all is the archway into the kitchen, it's galley style with a pass-through looking into the living room. There's a large couch, a TV, a overstuffed bookshelf, it's comfortable and earthy. There's plants in every corner and every window, browns and greens. There's a big basket in one corner full of woven blankets, and there are pillows strewn about. The whole place feels very soft and lived in, but also dark and almost cave-like with all the curtains drawn. The overhead light is never turned on, only the lamps strewn about in various handy spots. There's a garden out back and a door leading out to it from the bedroom. The bedroom itself is earthy and warm, no wonder König feels so at home here, all the soft blankets and darkness... it's just like his cave.

Crybaby lives in a similar flat to Liebling. Its an old building near the university, not quite the heart if the city but there are days when it feels like it. You walk into the living room, the kitchen is off to the side. There's a hallway leading back to where you assume the bedroom is. The TV sits in the middle of the room, there's a couch pushed against the back wall. It's messy, sparsely decorated and unkempt. Threat's suitcase is open and strewn about, there are dishes in the sink, the pantry is disorganized. You find a little workshop across from the bathroom that's also a mess. Materials strewn about and pouring from the shelves on the walls, tools left out, projects half finished on the table, magnifiers and lights all over the place. There's no real style to the furniture of the place, the workshop is the most lived in part of the flat, it feels like a holdover. An apartment that only exists to provide a shelter while it's occupant works.

Threat's ownership of the living room slowly turns it into their space. Posters start creeping onto the walls, the couch replaced with a day bed, the empty space by the door filled with a clothing rack and a mess of laundry. The threadbare rug is replaced so the old wood floors aren't as cold, blacks and reds are their main palette. Their influence doesn't extend up the hall, but it certainly makes the front of the apartment feel more lived in. Ignore the cobwebs in the corners of the room.

Angel has a house, it's a little thing near Witch's house in the less densely packed part of the city. Very open and airy, modern with big windows and lots of light. Gives the impression of being a white couch sort of mom, but the whole place is strewn with colorful toys. There's crayon drawings taped on every wall and all over the fridge, sippy cups sit in the dish rack, colorful plates and board books on the counter. The aesthetic is white minimalist with a rainbow explosion of child-like joy. There's puffy plastic kiddo furniture next to the nice adult stuff, somehow it all works to feel like a comfortable family home. You sit on a toy when you try to sit on the couch and you both have a good laugh about it. No sad beige moms here.

Sunny feels like another apartment dweller. Maybe closer to the heart of the city. Somewhere up high that gets a lot of light. Their decor is very 70s revival, a lot of oranges and bubbly patterns. Very neat. Everything has a place and they're good at keeping things tidy. Colorful glasses and appliances in the kitchen. Lots of "happy things" to keep the place feeling light when they have a bad day. Probably has a cat slinking around somewhere, a big stupid orange baby that compliments the furniture.

Witch's house has been talked about but I'll give the highlights. Tudor cottage sandwiched like a little haven in between city buildings, like it just popped up out of the ground, or like the city grew around it. Wood beams cross her ceiling, scattered persian rugs and antique furniture. Well loved and warm. There's a sitting area right when you open the door, and a big fireplace with a cauldron nestled in the corner of it. The kitchen is overflowing with cabinets of things, dried plants hang from the ceiling, and sunlight filters through the back window no matter the time of day or the season. There's a narrow staircase by the door that leads up to a little attic room. Under the stairs there's a tiny hall that has a bedroom on one side and a bathroom on the other. If you look closely there are runes in the nails that hold down the wood floorboards.

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Artisan's Creative Hub

Download Link: Sim File Share | MTS (for approval)

Description:

Welcome to the Artisan's Creative Hub, where creativity thrives and unique expressions find their home. Nestled within this vibrant space are four distinct establishments namely, the Inkwell Tattoo Parlor, Luxe Elite Couture, StyleScape Interiors and Artisan's Den Café, each offering its own brand of artistry and craftsmanship. Step into our hub and immerse yourself in a world where artistry knows no bounds.

Details:

Price: 113,469 Lot Size: 20x30 Lot Type: Salon Version: 1.42 Store Content: Ever Leaves ⚠️ CC Used: Kandiraver: Painting_7 ⚠️ Packs Needed: The Sims 3, Ambitions, Seasons, Late Night, World Adventures, Generations File Type: Package ⚠️-Not included in the download

Hi all! I just realized that most of my builds so far has been community lots and this time I'm back with another one. I find it easier to build community lots and always had fun in creating a bunch of custom rabbit holes for my Sims.

Click on the Keep Reading below for more information and pictures on this lot.

Anyways, this lot is a Salon from The Sims 3 Ambitions but I leaned more towards a Creative Hub instead. Here, you'll find a Tattoo Parlor for the The Ink-in-Comfort 3000, a couture store for the Fuss No muss Styling Station, an interior design business for the The Drafting Table by Scuzzmarr Industries and a small café for a hungry Sim.

I only placed one item for each of the objects I mentioned to avoid unnecessary spawning of service/homeless Sims in your game. There is space for more of those if you'd like; you just need to move things a bit to make it fit.

There is one piece of store content and one CC as well, for which I have provided a link in the Details section above. These items are not included in the download, nor are they required and are mostly décor which will automatically be replaced in your game if you choose not to include them.

The Ambitions expansion pack is required for the Salon lot to work in your game. This lot has been play-tested and I’ve used it in a few of my saved games. Let me know if you experience any problems on your end.

1st Floor:

Elevators

Bench

Bathrooms

Inkwell Tattoo Parlor: Reception area, Tattoo Room that contains The Ink-in-Comfort 3000

Luxe Elite Couture: Reception area, Clothes Rack, Stylist Room that contains the Fuss No muss Styling Station, a makeup station

2nd Floor:

Elevators

Bench

Bathrooms

StyleScape Interiors: Design consultation area, The Drafting Table by Scuzzmarr Industries, Artsy Easel, Precarious Shelving Bookshelf

Artisan's Den Café: Professional bar, tables and chairs, Public Sounds Stereo

[millionsvash]

I saw that your requests are open. I wanted to request one with modern setting with Knives x Reader in which the two have hate sex. They both hate each other deeply, but a argument suddenly turned into them fucking eachother 💙

Sooo....This ended up being the longest request I've written so far....enjoy!

Pairing: Knives x Reader (AFAB) CW: NSFW. Minors DNI 🔞. Dubcon, Public Sex (?), Genital spanking, degradation, finishing inside. Word Count: 1.9k Read here on AO3

Typically, you were someone who got along with anyone. Even if it was a person you had distaste for, you always found ways to remain civil. You were a top student. You were passionate about your field of study and had gone to great lengths to ensure you knew the ins and outs of your field.

So when you were paired with another gifted student for a group assignment, you believed it was going to be a walk in the park. Looking back on it now, you realize you simply had too much faith in the world.

The assignment became nothing short of a nightmare for you. Your partner, Knives, had quite an ego. Yes, the grind he had put forth to reach this level was worth the praise, but it gave him no right to treat you like a dimwit.

Knives was critical of all the information you contributed. Despite providing trustworthy sources, he often whined that the information you presented must be shaky at best. Anytime you proved yourself correct, he would refuse to rescind or apologize for his comments.

You did your best to tolerate it all. There wasn't anyone who wanted to switch partners with you. If it was any consolation, the times when he wasn't fighting you proved to be slightly enjoyable. It turns out Knives is a somewhat interesting person when his inflated ego isn't getting in the way. However, It was doubtful you two would form any friendship out of this.

Your assignment was due tomorrow, so the two of you agreed to meet in the library to go over all the details. Once again, the two of you got into an argument. You had brought him back towards the academic book section, physically showing the tall blonde exactly where you sourced your information from. Yet he still refused to apologize for his remarks. You slam the book shut with great force, clutching it between your palms as weeks worth of anger finally boils over. 

"You have absolutely no manners. You say whatever the hell you want, and as soon as you're proven wrong, you act like a toddler. I'm sick of it." You say it through clenched teeth.

You notice his arms crossed and his facial expression unchanging. He doesn't speak a word; perhaps he's letting you spill your mind before he defends himself. Whatever his plan is, it won't stop you from speaking your mind.

"You aren't any better than me. We are equals academically. We get the same grades, attend the same classes, and do the same work. You hold nothing superior to me. I don't know where the hell you got such a large ego from, but it’s annoying as fuck."

You take a deep breath before you continue.

"I even tried to switch partners, and no one wanted to work with you. Is having this massive ego worth knowing no one likes you? Do you understand that it's the sole reason no one wants to be friends with you? If being the world's most lonely and pathetic man is your goal, then congratulations; you did it. I sure as hell will never speak to you again after this. God, fuck you Knives."

By the end of your speech, your face is burning with anger. You can even feel yourself trembling as your hand shoves the book you held back into its spot on the rack. The lingering silence from him is even more infuriating; you can't take it anymore.

You turn on your heels, stepping away from the blonde. Your movements are quickly halted when a strong hand grabs your arm. You stand in place, waiting to hear what he's planning to say, but no words come from him. Instead, you're harshly shoved against the bookshelf, a discomforted whine leaving you as the shelves dig into your flesh. A large, strong body stands behind you, keeping you perfectly pinned in place.

"You're certainly one to talk about egos, but you're right. My ego is greatly inflated. Do you know why?" You feel his words tickle your ear, and a warm breath moves down your neck. "Because I am the greatest person in this school. Since you seem to think otherwise, I'm more than happy to show you your place compared to me."

A hand is placed over your mouth to quell your protest. The front of your skirt is hiked up just enough to allow his free hand access to your sex. His fingers stroked up and down the fabric of your thong, tracing the outline of your folds in a teasing manner.

You gasp from behind his hand, making a loud yell that comes out almost inaudible from under his grasp. You two are out in the open. The library wasn't packed, but all it would take is one person to walk past, and you two would be seen as clear as day. You knew a few other students were studying nearby. This was a different level of risk.

Knives knew that too. It's exactly why his hand held firm against your mouth. Part of him didn't care. No one was going to challenge him. Everyone knew who he was, and the status he held. Knives could do whatever he wanted.

You feel a hand harshly smack against your pussy, causing your knees to buckle gently as a shot of pain travels through your body. Yet at the same time, you feel a gentle throb from your clit. That hand comes down once more, a whimper escaping into his hand, causing the man above you to chuckle. His hand grabs your panties quickly, shoving them down to your knees.

Delicate fingers rub against your folds, spreading your developing wetness around. "Seriously? You're getting wet from this?" He whispers to you. "Yet another reason you aren't better than me." His fingers slide downward, teasing your entrance with curious fingers. "Physically, mentally, and academically, I am the best student in this school. Maybe you’re a close second." He pulls his fingers up, splitting them apart to show the thin line of slickness that came from you. "But when you’re getting turned on by this? Heh…" He brought his hand back down and shoved two fingers inside of your cunt, causing your back to arch against him.

Your drawn-out moan is safely muffled by his palm. Thankfully, the hand driving fingers in and out of your aching pussy is also supporting you. Your legs feel like jelly, and you want to collapse right there. This is humiliating, but fuck, you can’t deny you’re turned on. He knows exactly where to press inside of you, making sure his fingers hit that sensitive spot every single time. The wet sounds coming from between your legs are the only noise allowed to escape.

He only gives you the satisfaction of a few more pumps before pulling his fingers out, a needy whine leaving you as your pussy hates the emptiness. He removes his hand from your mouth for only a second, giving you no time to speak as he shoves his fingers into your mouth. You made a surprised noise, as you could taste your own slickness on your tongue.

"Fuck, that’s hot…" Knives whispers those words so quietly, you almost don’t hear him. Just hearing those words from his low voice sent a shot of heat between your legs, your slick pooling happily around his fingers.

His hand is quick to slap back over your mouth, making sure to be rough about it so you don’t forget your place. The quick hiss of a zipper being pulled down rings out, before you feel his erection rubbing against your wet folds. He really is serious about fucking you right there.

"Suck." He whispers to you, the command of his voice causing a bubble of heat in your stomach. Your tongue swirls around his fingers, and very soft whimpering moans come from you as he watches you with great interest. After a minute of work, he finally pops his fingers out, saliva trailing from your lips to his digits.

His words piss you off, but he gets exactly what he wants, as you have no control over the noises coming out of you, especially when the tip of his cock is ramming against that sweet spot. You begin to wonder where he even learned to fuck like this. How would anyone want to sleep with someone who has such a nasty attitude?

"Try not to make too much noise now." His voice is hushed and low, his teeth digging gently into your ear lobe as he pushes his cock inside you, and it is divine. It stretches you just right, and he makes sure to push himself all the way in, every inch filling you. Your muffled sounds are like a heavenly melody to him.

His free hand grabs one of your legs, holding it up and off to the side as he begins his rough thrusting inside of you. "You know, I like you better when these are the noises leaving your mouth. Hearing you bitch at me is no fun. Think you could moan a little more for me?"

Each thrust inside of you gives you your answer. He’s good—too good. He’s got you seeing stars every time his cock pushes in, whimpering and mewling every time he slowly pulls it back.

"Fuck…" He breathes out through his nose, his voice husky. "You feel so fucking good…" 

Those words almost made your eyes roll back into your head. As much as you hated him, he was attractive. Just hearing him compliment you like that made you dizzy with lust. You’d never admit it, but you wouldn’t mind hooking up with him on a regular basis.

"It’s like your pussy was made for me. It takes me so perfectly." He whispers once more. The hand that supported your leg pushed it forward, allowing your foot to rest on the bookshelf. Fingers trailed up your thigh until they found your clit, rubbing in circles with a hurried pace to match the quickness of his thrusting. 

It was all building up, and he knew it. The way your muffled moans became louder and more desperate. He had to use all his strength to keep you up. "Cum. Cum for me."

Your brain snaps. You throw your head back, his hand quick to follow as you cry out in pleasure, your cunt spasming around his cock as he continues his relentless thrusting, drawing out your orgasm as long as possible. A few hefty grunts escape before he shoves in deep, filling you up with his hot seed as a guttural moan comes from him.

The two of you relish in your highs for a moment before he pulls himself out and stuffs his cock back into his pants. He’s even kind enough to pull your thong back up for you, stepping back as he admires the fucked-out expression on your face.

"Come with me back to my dorm. I’ll show you some extra sources we can add to our project." He stepped away, hand motioning for you to follow.

That was a lie. You knew exactly what was going to happen.

That man royally pissed you off, but no one had ever made you cum as hard as he did. You followed him, ready to get to know him on a more personal level.

[sarathjohn]

Selecting the Ideal Provider of Racking and Shelving Solutions in the UAE: An In-Depth Manual

In the dynamic landscape of storage solutions, the significance of high-quality racking and shelving systems cannot be overstated. Whether you're managing a warehouse, a retail space, or any other storage facility in the UAE, selecting the right racking and shelving provider is pivotal to ensuring optimal organization, efficiency, and safety. This guide is designed to assist you in navigating the essential elements to take into account when selecting a racking and shelving provider in the UAE.

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[dreamsofminnie]

“Ethereal Paintings”

14~ Be my muse co-artist☂️ | Word Count-> 1,465

Scaramouche x Reader Smau

Scaramouche has only ever been nervous and worried about two things in his life, one was his mothers approval and receiving love when he was younger. The second was when he started his rise to becoming happier, if he truly deserved the friends he now holds dear.

So this kind of useless bustling of nerves irritated his skin scorching pink neck up. He could tell himself that it was merely a meet-up to talk from one artist to the other.

Except he was dreading his fake facade of an artist title.

He was no artist. He was a coward who wanted the approval of one. With nothing but a computer screen to show.

Scaramouche eyed the clock hands tick as his restlessness increased with it. He ruffled a hand through his hair now anxiously biting his fingernails.

If he kept up with this any longer he would very much back out like the moron he is.

The button ringed from the inside of the studio echoing as anticipated steps clack more sensible towards the door between them. It swung open and your face greets him with a smile.

Scaramouche likes how easily your smile comes, but also hates how melty he feels towards you when it hasn't even been a whole 2 months since you both met.

“Glad you can make it Scara! Welcome to my studio” You wave him in quickly while the door closed shut and you ran back to the large empty canvas stand.

He hms at the loft-like studio. The opposite wall of the front door was fully windowed providing lots of natural light perfect for an artist. The second floor wasn't visible to where he stood since it was overhead, but he could imagine that's where your prized works were and maybe even a rest area where you could sleep in. The studio probably seemed very minimalistic when you first entered, but now the walls and floor have been coated in beautiful color splashes of paint.

Scara was in fact very impressed and in awe with how an artist like you worked, how your art studio is so bright and gorgeous. Truly a manifestation of creativity soaring past its limit.

When your friends told him that you dabbled in every art they weren’t lying.

White tarps laid out of the floors underneath the several canvases stands you had plus a large standing table you held a pc and drawing tablet on. The table held many other art mediums for your disposal.

You were shifting stuff around, hobbling the canvas stand and a few stools as well as more materials for paint and other materials.

“Scara, what medium would you like to try out here? I have every art imaginable” Busy looking through the shelves of art supplies, you couldn’t notice his subtle fear in his stiff movements.

“...Acrylic paint i guess.” He peered at your metal drying rack and saw the recent acrylic painting and choose that as his safe option.

You turn to him with a grin holding them up in a woven bucket, “That’s my preferred medium too”

He gave a slight sigh of relief.

Moving around to place the three stools, one stool for each of your canvases and the third stool for the basket of paint. Gesturing him to sit you gave him his painting palette tray, water cup if he so needed, as well as his brushes and palette knife.

“Let’s just have some fun painting whatever comes to mind, yeah? Whatever you feel like right now. Art therapy time if you will.” You laugh in joy, having a new art friend who would paint with you was nice in its own right.

He nods quietly enjoying your sunshine and the un-desired purpose in this painting.

As he squeezes the needed paint onto his paint tray his ability to color coordinate fails him. A murky purple was made instead of his wanted light pink.

His face narrows and scrunches up as the scraping of his palette knife grinds harder against the wooden tray.

Your iridescent laughter seems to erupt into the room and it draws Scaramouche’s attention away from his threatening stare down with his paint.

“Aren't you an artist?? Hahaa, are you not skilled in the painting area mouchie?”

He jolted at your unintended nickname where both you turned away to collect yourselves for a second. “Well— …yeah, but, i’m still not good.” He cleared his throat to feint embarrassment when he really was swimming in his own remorse.

“What color do you need then? I can make them for you.” He peered at your palette which consisted of pretty pastels. He didn’t want you to mix fresh new paint for his pathetic ass.

“I can just use some of yours. I wanted a small canvas anyways.” You nodded as he scraped some of your hefty mixed paint onto his tray. You got started on applying paint to the blank canvas and he followed along.

Chimes of piano music fill the room from your ongoing playlist playing on your computer. It was rather peaceful.

One of the rare moments Scara can feel at peace.

“If you don’t mind my idle chatter—having a nice chat while drawing is nice to me.” You put down the paintbrush for a second to look at Scaramouche.

“—would you like to hear the story about my parents? It’s one where thinking about it always fuels my art drive and how I'm so immersed in drawing all 99% of the time” His attention is pointed at you in obvious interest. Your fingers pick up the paintbrush and continue light strokes of paint, a bit abashed at his sudden attention to you. Starting off your story, Scaramouche attempts to multitask but finds himself staring off at you instead of his canvas.

“My mother was and IS an artist, my father was just a politician who loved good debates. Y’know like those old aged stuck-up political men.” Chuckles emerged from both sides.

“Father had strong feelings towards art since he thought it was but pointless. He couldn't find the meanings of art. So when he and mother met for the first time they butted heads a lot in debates. Father was that one stubborn lawyer man.”

“Their arguments were real heated and well put out points were favored on my moms side. When mom got an offer for a large project that caused her presence to be in Sumeru, dad was a little empty without the debate over art and how useless it is. He grew so used to the debates every week when he was able to see her working as they bumped heads. But he was too stubborn and high on his horse to even ask one of her friends when would she come back.”

“Years passed, like a good 3 years, and she came back to Inazuma as well as many of her paintings to show off her success. When they met again at a politically invested museum he saw mom again after weeks of her return. He saw her showcasing her works with the most grandiose and genuinely happy-in-life smile. Compared to her lesser smiles when she wasn’t profound in the arts.”

“It was then where he fell in love with mother. Her strong will for her crafts, her hands that hide all her calluses from hours of work. And the smallest detail on the piece even caught a mile away, he fell for it all. He told her of his admiration, though awkward with being in touch with his emotions, she was glad she got through to him finally. Mother always admired his stance of his opposing opinion, it was the big push for her to compose such a grand choice of risking a lot for art which gave her no stable income. Without him, her hopes to prove to the world that art is needed, she would have stayed hidden as ‘one of those disgraceful artists with no real job.”

“When they got married she taught him how to paint and they were so much in love. Still the debater, he challenges her to art history and how he knows the most about her large contribution to opening up the art world. The amount of times i asked them to repeat the story to me, haha i think I might have high standards now.”

“Enemies to lovers…”

“Hm? I don't know, having an enemy is kinda.. clique, no? And i honestly don’t think i can ever date an enemy i hate.”

Scaramouche shrugs as he attempts to brush up his awful attempt of a painting. “I don’t think I would be able to bear an enemy either.”

You smile and got up brushing your apron. “I have a bunch of snacks in my pantry. Let me fetch them.”

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Synopsis{2}-> Many study dates and flirting over weeks drew you both close. Awkwardness still drew a line between you both but it was enough for a start. Admiring him from the sidelines wasn't enough, however, pieces of the false facade start to shred; and fate has ways of twisting your heartstrings — Is he really– …

We love parents in love🫶and y/n following in their footsteps🤭

The plot is finally moving🥹🥳

Un-Ooc(ing) scara when the plot thickens

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[creations-by-chaosfay]

Y'all have now seen the mostly finished game room. His room is behind it, a former patio that was turned into a room by the former homeowner.

We have foil over the windows because it gets over 100 F back there during the summer. The foil and cardboard keep the heat out.

He uses spice racks for his paints, and it works great. Oh, and the stack of foams piled up on shelves? Those are full of unpainted miniatures.

He's currently looking for a miniature designer with a 3D printer who can make custom miniatures for him. If you, or someone you know, can provide such services, contact me. He's looking for some specific World of Darkness werewolves, and has four of the five types.

[is-the-snake-video-cute]

Can you give me some ideas for enrichment for ball pythons? I bought a new 4/2/2 pvc enclosure and need ideas to make it look nice and still be safe and functional

Totally! You'll hear a lot of proponents of rack keeping saying that ball pythons won't take advantage of enrichment, but every single one uses every inch of space I give them. Providing enrichment encourages activity!

Here are my favorite ideas for ball python enrichment! Readers who have ball pythons, please do share what your snake loves!

Lots of climbing branches! Most every ball python will climb if you give them the space and opportunity to do so. You have the additional benefit here of branches making your enclosure look nice. Try to pick sturdy branches that can support your snake's weight.

Sky hides. These are more simple to make than they sound. If you DIY your own hides, it's the same process - find a plastic container big enough for your snake to fit in, and melt a hole for the door with a soldering iron. Then you can drill the hide to the roof of the enclosure (melting small holes for the screws is a good idea so the plastic won't crack).

A deeper water dish, in case your snake wants to soak!

Deep substrate, especially on the cool side - some bps enjoy an occasional burrow.

Shelves for basking and hanging out! A small sheet of PVC on a shelf screw is plenty secure. Putting one underneath the heat source (not too close, in case your snake falls asleep there) and one up near the top on the cool side are my go-to shelf placements.

Hanging vines. Vines secured across the enclosure can be super fun enrichment for bps! They seem to love checking them out and trying to climb them.

Soft hides. Fabric hides made for birds and small mammals are super entertaining for bps - a lot seem to enjoy soft textures! My bp Miriam loves soft hides so much she has a bunch of hanging soft sky hides and she adores them. As with all fabric in snake enclosures, do be sure to change them out often and wash them frequently.

All the best, and congrats on the enclosure upgrade! :)

[irisopranta]

9 and 27 :)

((I Wasn't sure which prompt you wanted so I did both))

9. In their bedroom

9. AU in the setting of another game/movie/book/show

((Have some Sentai due to Love after World Domination))

The fight ensured. The verdant ranger, block an oncoming from The Scarlet Sorceress. It however made him slide several feet back. The Scarlet Sorceress flew towards him to throw a punch. He blocked it. With her fist in his hand, he threw her across the beach, to somewhere that was excluded from the rest of the beach. He follow her to continue the fight.

Once there, she presented him with a bottle of wine and two glasses. "They're still fighting over there?" She asked.

Stephanivien took off his helmet. "Yeah at least for now. Good plan on attacking Costa de Sol." He gave a look around. Noticing that there is a canopy and a pair of chairs for them. "I'm surprised that you got all this set up before hand."

She nodded. "Did you expected me not to?" She approached him. She gave him a sly smile before giving him a kiss. He responded by giving her a tight hug.

"Rarely do we get the chance to relax like this." The two sat down and pour out the wine for each other while they enjoyed the view.

27. Bookshop AU

Another day in the bookstore. It's been a few years since my mother passed the shop to me. Business has been good, I get all sorts of customers. Young kids looking fairytales and tales of heroics. Elders looking for stories to pass the time.

However, there is this one customer that intrigues me. Once a month he comes in, grabs the latest mechanics magazines, and heads out. It seems like he wants to talk but he never says a word.

The bell on the store's door rang. It was that mechanic guy. Iris watched him, expecting him to go to the magazine rack to grab the usual catalogs. However, he went a different way. Into the shelves. She figured he wanted a book as well this time. Nothing else to do at this point and went about her business.

A while passes by, and the mechanic finally came up to the desk to check out. "Found everything alright today?" She inquired him.

He blushed. "Y-yeah." To Iris, he seemed more off than his usual self. Iris shrugged and started to check out.

She saw the usual magazines. However this time she saw a novel in the bunch. "Oh this one is good." She picked it up. "It's a brilliant romance. Though I'm surprised you are picking it up." She smiled at him

The blush on his face grew redder by the second. "Y-yeah, I heard that it was good. I f-figured to check it out because it was popular among women and I might be able to strike up a conversation to with it."

"It is. I'm guessing you want to talk with someone about it?"

He nodded. "Aye, there is a lady that my heart yearns for. But yet I can't seem to find myself being able to talk to her. She seems like someone who would have read this." He seemed to be getting a bit more comfortable with talking about it with her.

She smiled back at him. "Well, I hope it works out. My name is Iris. If you ever want an ear, I'd be happy to provide it." She put the book aside and continued to check out the rest of the catalogs he had.

"Stephanivien. I'm glad that you would be willing to hear me out." He smiled back. " However, wouldn't it be distracting to you while working."

She handed him the stack of magazines. "Not at all. It gets pretty dull here and the conversation will make my day."

"I'll keep that in mind. Welp, I need to go. Thank you again Iris." He nodded and started to head out her shop.

((Thanks for the ask Anon))