#palm beach shutter

[vintagehomecollection]

Private Palm Beach - Tropical Style, 1992

[mattywritess]

Protect Your Home with Hurricane Impact Windows and Doors in Palm Beach

In Palm Beach, the threat of hurricanes is a reality that residents face each year. Protecting homes from the powerful winds and debris that accompany these storms is a top priority for many homeowners. Palm Beach Aluminum offers a crucial solution in the form of hurricane impact windows and doors. These products not only provide essential protection during a storm but also enhance the curb appeal of your home.

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Comprehensive Process

Palm Beach Aluminum offers a seamless experience from start to finish. Homeowners can rely on the team to conduct a thorough assessment, recommend the right hurricane impact windows and doors in Palm Beach, and handle the installation process efficiently. Additionally, the company provides warranties on both products and installation, giving homeowners peace of mind. Don’t wait for the next hurricane to strike before safeguarding your home. Reach out to Palm Beach Aluminum today to learn more about their hurricane impact windows and doors in Palm Beach. Protect your property while adding beauty and value with impact doors that combine style and security.

[axentshutters]

Axent Shutters Blinds and Shades LLC offers premium Palm Beach shutters and shades, designed for durability and style. These shutters are made from high-quality materials that resist moisture and UV damage, making them perfect for any climate. Enhance your home’s look while enjoying long-lasting performance with these elegant, low-maintenance window treatments.

[caroline-gets-fit]

Exterior - Stucco Ideas for the exterior renovation of a large, traditional beige, two-story stucco house with a tile roof

[httyd-mc-pl-twilight]

Transitional Bedroom in Miami Example of a huge transitional guest carpeted bedroom design with beige walls

[zoison]

Hip Miami

Example of a large beach style white two-story vinyl exterior home design with a hip roof

[thecreativedork]

Ideas for a medium-sized coastal garage renovation Inspiration for a mid-sized coastal garage remodel

[pandmsiding]

P and M Siding | Hurricane Shutters | Screen Enclosures Services in Royal Palm Beach FL

We have a well-earned reputation for offering and installing premium Hurricane Shutters in Royal Palm Beach FL. Crafted for durability and engineered for swift deployment, our shutters provide a formidable defense against hurricanes and extreme weather. Moreover, we are also renowned for providing exceptional Screen Enclosures Services in Royal Palm Beach FL. Manufactured from high-grade aluminum, our screen enclosures combine functionality with aesthetic appeal. Available in two sophisticated colors – bronze and white – our enclosures seamlessly blend into your outdoor spaces while offering protection from pests and the elements. For your convenience, we have kept our charges low. So, if you need our expert assistance, call us today.

[cartavermelha]

Roofing - Traditional Exterior Large traditional beige two-story stucco house exterior idea with a tile roof

[jeonsbabygirlsworld]

SUMMARY : In which you let your husband take your virginity on your wedding night.

PAIRINGS: Dilf Taehyung x virgin reader

WORD COUNT :2K

SMUT WARNINGS: Unprotected sex (off course) ,cum eating, oral f. Eating out over panties, fingering, squirting, mention of blood (her cherry popped)! Titty sucking, aftercare ladies <3

A/N: A little something as I’ve reached 1k heheh thank you so much lovelies and i hope you liked this one and thank you my love 💖 @jj-one who helped me with this one and also @kingofbodyrolls who made this sexy banner💖

The beach was filled with fragrant blooms, an array of white and pink tulips adorned the set up, a gentle breeze softly tickles the groom's hair and he smiles looking at you walking hand in hand with your father holding a small bouquet of lilies.

Your wedding veil cascades down your back, complementing the silk lace and pearls embroiled on the dress, making you feel like a fairy princess. Nervously walking down the aisle with your father you blush the moment you see your husband, soft music and doting cheers follows in the background the moment you took each step.

Soon reaching upon you face the love of your life Kim Taehyung, your dad places your hand on your husband’s and some tears brim his eyes, asking him to always protect you and keep you happy forever. He chuckling upon his request, promising to keep you happy for the rest of his life while kissing the back of your palm and whispers "you look so beautiful my love." You visibly chuckle and mutter him a small "thanks, you look handsome as well".

You never thought you would end up with your casual fling that you met from an app, remembering it was one of your friends who had signed you up on the app after you broke up with your toxic ex. On the other side, Taehyung's friend, Jungkook, had signed him up when divorced his wife, thinking it was a good idea to get out of the grief and have some fun.

Your interests he was afraid if he came clean about his son you would leave.

He was sure he had fallen in love with you over the past year from just chatting and calling each other daily. It made him feel like he was a young man again and not a 38-year-old man who had a kid who would depend on for a few more years.

Taehyung was also afraid of the 16-year-old age gap, thinking it was too soon for you to commit to a lifelong relationship which included a child.

He had enough of it when he finally decided to take you on a date and coming clean about it. He came fully prepared to tell you about his son and break this situation you were in, he liked (read: Loves) you, but he didn't want you to live with the pressure of living with a child as you were young, and you had so much to experience.

In the cozy coffee shop, soft jazz played in the background while you nervously fidget on the chair, summing up the courage to tell him that you had started liking him and can see a future together. The man in front of you gave a crooked smile, continuing to surf through the menu.

"What will you have Y/n?" Taehyung asks as he skims each and every item written on the menu, his leg bouncing under the table due to anxiety.

"I love you Taehyung," you say at the same time as he began talking, he goes blank, the menu dropping from his hands while you mentally facepalm at yourselves. "Fuck I shouldn't have dropped this bomb this early.”

"What?" Taehyung gasps and then visibly gulps, and you return a crooked smile back. "Yes tae, I love you I've been loving you for a while now.." you confess once again, and he shutters "We-ll y/n m-e too" he says as if he's exclaiming, and you smile wide.

"But wait y/n, before I properly confess I want to tell you something," Taehyung nervously adds, becoming restless. Observing his moments you grab his spare hand which rested on the table and tell him to calm down.

"Y/n, you know I’m divorced, right? But I'm sorry I have hidden something very big from you, I have a five-year-old son Yi-hyun" he says, and you gasp "Oh my god, tae why did you hide this for so long?" you question, he fiddles with his fingers and explains his insecurities and chances of you leaving him.

"No tae, I would never, in fact, I love children and I would really love to spend my whole life with you." You blush as those words come out and Taehyung giggles, "I'll be more than glad and feel honored to stay with you for the rest of my life."

Taehyung gazes into your eyes, his eyes full of love and promises, the gentle breeze makes the few whips of your flix fly, and he thinks you look so pretty, soon the calm breeze carries out your wedding vows and seals all the promises of this lifetime commitment.

Yi-hyun stands right in the middle of you and Taehyung's parents, an uproar of cheers and claps filled the atmosphere when you exchange your rings. Glancing at him, you give a flying kiss and he acts to catch it, your husband won't stop at looking you with heart eyes.

It was soon evening while you and your husband basked in the warmth of newly wed love, surrounded by all your supporting family and friends. He occasionally steals a few kisses from you when you both slow danced and enjoyed the dance until it was time to make your grand exit and walk hand in hand till you reached your car.Your parents insisted on keeping your son for a couple of days until you come back from the honeymoon.

"Yi- hyun, don't trouble your grandparents okay baby? Be a good boy for me and your mom okay?" Your husband tells your son and he nods , he kisses yours and his father's and climbs down from his grasp and tells you both a "goodbye".

"Let's go baby been waiting for this day ever since I met you, gonna fuck you hard," Taehyung says with lust-filled eyes, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. He lays a few soft pecks, soliciting a gasp from you, letting out the smallest whimper of his name.

The ride to your house was short, your husband helped to get you out of the car and quickly thanked the driver, not even a minute later your back meets the door of your penthouse as your husband starts to devour your mouth with his, heavy kisses full of spit coats your lips.

You were taken aback for a few seconds until your mind processes his action, kissing your lover back with the same burning passion, you struggle a bit until you get the keys from the back pocket of Taehyung's pants.

"One Sec baby, let me just open this, and we can go inside," you say almost breathlessly in between kisses, turning around. Once inside, both you and his clothes join the ground soon. "I'll go slow baby okay? It's your first time, right? Gonna savour every last moment of this." Taehyung assures you, and you nod.

Never in your twenty-two years of living did you have sex with your boyfriend. Sex was a whole different thing you’ve yet to experience but you weren't a saint when it came to it either, the curious teen in you would look up porn and even tried masturbating before, but you just didn’t feel anything from it, you thought you were doing something wrong.

Taehyung helped you to get comfortable in the bed whilst he removes the last piece of his clothing, his boxers, while you had kept your panties on, feeling your cunt coating the plumpness of his lips with your slick. You moan at the movement as he hovers above you, "ready baby?" your husband sweetly asks, you nod and voice a simple "yes.”

Soft, gentle kisses are first felt on your neck and the light touch of his fingertips tickles your lower belly, coming dangerously close to your core. His nimble fingers nudge the bow on your lace panties, sucking in your breath when he slowly goes down to explore the rest of your body, sucking on your skin lightly as he trails his way down. Soon purple hues are decorated all over you.

Once he faces your core, his hot breath leaves you tingly inside, whimpering out his name as he slowly licks a wet strip of over the fabric of your panties and sucks on the ball of your clit, repeating his languid motion again and again, his eyes watching you above him. You’re left nothing short of a moaning mess, "fuck feels so good tae, just like that baby.." you express him how good he’s making you feel when he sucks and licks you over your panties, this new sensation was like no other.

Soon after a while he completely removes them off your body, groaning at the mess you made and his fingers rub over it so he could have some of you on his fingers. "Open baby" he affirms, you ecstatically take them in your mouth sucking off each finger one by one, he chuckles and bites back a moan. He thinks you’re the sexiest woman he’s ever seen.

"Gonna finger you baby, stay calm okay? I promise it's gonna soon feel okay." He assures and slowly inserts one of his fingers, you moan out loud as it feels different from what you felt while playing with yourself.

One finger soon turned into two and you felt something weird coming out, "Taehyung stop-stop, something's coming out," you breathlessly warn but he tells you to go on and doesn’t stop fingering you, only upping his pace. Liquid soon gushes out, "fuck baby, pretty girl" never failing to fluster you and make you blush, shying away and looking everywhere but his eyes.

His frame hovers above yours and tells you to rest properly, "Baby, is it okay?" He asks before continuing. His hard cock brushing over your soaked pussy lips, itching to be inside your warm cunt, his fingers part your lips while you involuntarily twitch, feeling weightless as his thumb rubs gentle circles along your sensitive clit. "Ready y/n? Look we don't have to do it tonight you can always back out baby" he says while you whimper at the loss. "N-no want it so bad I can take it" you eagerly said, leaning in to kiss his lips. "It might hurt at first, but then it's going to be okay, I promise my darling." With that, he slowly aligns himself with you and enters inside, causing you to both moan in unison.

Kissing your forehead to calm you down when he sees faint tears brimming your eyes, he pulls out just enough so he can spit in between you two to make the slide much easier. He notices some blood as you were still a virgin— up until now, beads of sweat drip from the sides of him and some of it lands onto your boobs. He attached his lips to suckle them, seeing your pretty mouth open wide and decides to slip his finger in, your body rises a bit when he tells you to see the bloody mess and you whimper while he pets your head with his other hand.

"Calm down baby you’re gripping me so hard.." he groans from the way you’re sucking him up and you try your best to relax your muscles and try to enjoy this feeling while occasionally kissing him, moaning at his touches. He rests his forehead on top of yours and soon he cums inside, gasping from his overwhelming orgasm, he slowly pushes himself up and removes his now softened cock. You feel the cum dripping down to your ass. “Wait up baby, I'm gonna get something to clean you up.” He smiles dotingly and you nod back at him.

Soon he cleans you both up and brings you a glass of water to drink, he’s cuddling with you as his fingers lace with yours. Soft kisses resound the room until you both knock down in each other's embrace.

You decide to wake him up with a good, morning blow job but who knew it would be him to be waking you up instead.

[sluttysanemi]

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YOUR POST.

a/n: i hate hoes who open their gaping mouth n talk shit about u, even though ur an online creator w a slight social presence. imagine calling a stranger spoiled, a bitch, and telling them to kill themselves, even though they've never spoken to you, and simply posted something you disagree with? couldnt be me, LOL! imagine being so childish? (u forgot petty btw ;)) tag me b4 u spread ur legs again to shit talk me, you spineless, nosy, slow ass, cunt!! xoxo)

also, do me a favour n send esha spiders to her home address!! she loves them!! she wants them all over her bum. hi esha!!

c/w: out-of-character sanemi, masturbation, jealous sanemi, slightly stalker-ish?, public masturbation?? hes in his car idk

He was constantly monitoring your social media. It felt as if he was persistently on your page. Watching you. Watching your body. 

He was addicted. He couldn't let you leave him. 

You could say that you've parted ways. Still, your presence remained in his heart.

And his head remained clouded by his perverse thoughts.

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Sanemi slid into the driver's seat once more, following his brief journey to the petrol station. Outside, it was dingy and late. There weren't many vehicles within the area.

He stared out the window, taking in the serene moment. It was quiet and silent, with many shops shuttered. The majority of apartment windows were dark, indicating that the occupants had been sleeping.

His mind pondering endlessly, he took his phone from his pocket. His thumb scrolled mindlessly, prolonging his journey home. 

As he clicked on his social medias, the sudden urge to look at your page swiftly struck him. He held an unhealthy attachment. He needed to know how you were. 

You still belonged to him after all, he strongly thought. He held the freedom to stalk your online presence as much as he pleased.

Heaven forbid that you had found a new boyfriend. A substitute for him. He wouldn't forgive it. He would have ensured that he implemented action against him. 

As he visits your page, he discovers a fresh post. Another work of art to marvel at. He swallows idly, tapping the screen. 

As the image was displayed on his phone, he felt a strong surge of shock. And intense thoughts of arousal.

He stares at the scene, his mind racing with numerous thoughts. It was a beach post, your attire almost provocative. Your apparel was tight and highlighted the intricate details of your body. He consumed it entirely.

He bit his lip and kept his eyes riveted to his phone. What a tease you were. You knew he would grow thrilled by your body. 

His clothing felt tight as his cock began to pulse, and harden beneath the material. You were devious, he thought. Your body was pleading for him.

His palms grew damp, and his body tensed. He craved relief.

His eyes remained centred on his phone, as his fingers crept gradually to his zip. Quivering digits slowly curled, tugging downward. As it opened, he fumbled to his belt. He loosened himself, providing his waist slight solace. 

With simple access, he swiftly pulled aside the soft material of his briefs, releasing his eager shaft. His bulbous tip oozed glistening droplets of pre. 

With a quivering breath, he curled his hand over his pulsating erection. His veins jerked fiercely. 

His lips groan with ecstasy as his hand glides in a steady rhythm. His thoughts were centred on you. Only you. 

His hips jerked lightly as his chest heaved. His brows pinched together, and his cheeks flushed. 

He thought of you in compromising scenarios. In altering positions. He envisioned how you would plead for him, as his cock gradually plunged within you. The tight cavity of your walls, writhing around him. 

His hands surged quicker, as his hips bucked more viciously. 

His fingers trembled, as his phone nearly fell from his grasp. He darted a glance at your face. Your lips. He recalls their soft, tender touch. Their supple feel. His head rolls back, and a deep groan slips from his chest.

He envisioned them wrapped around his rushing shaft. How he'd grasp your hair and rock his hips fiercely into your throat. He'd watch his seed fill your mouth and slowly drip past your lips. 

“Fuck… cockslut… just beggin’ for this cock, huh?”, his words a heavy breath. He couldn't help himself. 

He felt himself fluttering more vigorously. With a few further strokes, his shaft gushed. Thick jets of his seed spilled from his straining cock, as he groaned with delight. He immersed himself in the moment, his mind blurred with bliss. 

He buried himself in heaven. 

He takes a moment to replenish his breath. His hazy thoughts gradually returned to clarity. 

He gazed at his palm, which was now coated in his ecstacy. His thighs trembled faintly, and his body felt almost overwhelmed. 

“Fuck…”, he whispered softly. What an influence you had on him. 

He knew one thing for definite.

 He needed to bring you back. 

[toxicanonymity]

BuzzFeed Quiz: Which joelkémon are you most compatible with?

🚨 OMG @missannwinchester made a BuzzFeed quiz in collaboration with @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog to find out which of my Joels you're most compatible with and it's amazing and beautiful 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 blog FAQ. Text version below the cut.

I got Night Walks, hell yeah 💚. but I'm gonna take it more times bc as usual I had some indecision and it has six Joels, five of whom I want 😅😅 The six results:

Night walks

Raider Joel

Left in Lincoln

Stepdad

Thighs Out

Vampire

Text descriptions of options:

(reading the blocks left to right). If you want to send your answers I can take the quiz for you.

Color: red, white, green, Black, yellow, or blue

Perfect date: movie, a meal at a restaurant by the ocean, opera/theater, cozy night in with fireplace, a jetski, a picnic

Your Perfect weather: sunny no clouds, cloudy, thunderstorm, rainy, sunny with some light clouds, one backlit cloud in a very blue sky

Holiday destination: a camper in the desert, a palm tree in the ocean, a woodsy cottage, Paris (Eiffel tower), a pool at night, a castle

Favorite food: Pizza, casserole, soup, Steak, tacos, poultry

Place to live: rocky coast, very modern house with big windows, a modern house more warmly lit with big windows and a tree, a white house with a dark roof taking up much of the pic,  white house with red door and shutters, a rustic looking cabin by a lake and mountains but no woods 

Outfit: closeup of a blue bikini or bra, long white floral dress in a field, red floral minidress, jeans and a sweater, bikini with a surfboard, yoga pants and sports bra

What you look for in a partner: loyalty, openness, independence, sensitivity, composure, looks

Lyrics: a. "I think you're sweet like rock candy warm like beaches that leave me sandy why do you leave me with watercolor eyes" b. "You're a careless con and a reckless liar but baby nobody can compare to the way you get down, down, down" c. "I'm smokin while I'm running on my treadmill, but I'm cutting up rkses. Could it be I fell for another loser" d. "It took 13 beaches to find one empty but finally it's mine. with dripping peaches I'm camera ready almost all the time." e. "She wore blue velvet bluer than velvet was the night softer than satin was the light from the stars. F. "But if you send for me you know I'll come and if you call for me you know I'll run to you I'll run to you I'll run run run."

Drink: beer, piña colada, champagne, whiskey, tequila shot, red wine. 

[inkformyblood]

footprints in the sand (AleRudy Mermay)

Modern AU, Priest Rudy x Mer Ale

Father Rodolfo Parra is a man of routine. 

He’s been much the same way since he was a young man, poured fresh into the structure of the army and letting it mould him into something, anything, else from what he had been. 

Because he is a sinner.

Denial becomes easier when he never lets himself have anything; no fancy trinkets bought with the scraps he keeps of his wages after sending the majority back home, no brothers-in-arms to share a grin with when his mouth fills with mud and sweat burns his eyes so much he can’t make out the sky above, no pretty girl to warm his bed because she would look at him and she would know what he is. He gives himself nothing and tells himself that it is living, that he can live like that. 

His congregation is a small one, a handful of devoted regulars gracing the pews of his far-flung church with the occasional guilty faces around the holidays. He isn’t, couldn’t be, Rodolfo Parra to them so he is Father Parra instead. He is dark robes, white collar, rosary at his side, benediction given shape and voice. He doesn’t deserve it, didn’t ask for it, but he is here all the same. Nothing changes here, not really. The majority of the homes cluster further south than his church, leaning into each other around the main street of the village that runs down to the single functioning pier. They’re a brightly coloured inflorescence beyond Rodolfo’s window as he pushes the shutters open, shaking the morning dew from his hand and wrinkling his nose at the few that impact his hair, running into his curls. 

“Hail Mary, full of grace,” Rodolfo begins, breaking open into a yawn. His teeth cut into the back of his palms, a few imprints that would fade by the time that the kettle worked its way up to a boil, but they would exist for a brief moment of time, worthy for that moment. He blindly fumbles his feet into his slippers, saved from festering in the donation box from another month, a wide stain blotched over the tartan fabric, and makes his way into the kitchen directly off from his bedroom. 

Every morning starts the same: the kettle set to boil, his mug retrieved from the draining board and a spoonful of coffee tipped into it. It is an expected part of his role, as much a part of his image as a priest as his cassock and his prayers, and Rodolfo will play the part he has been assigned. With his mug in hand — warmth bleeding into his skin, nearly scalding him with how quickly he picked it up and he can barely remember what it feels like to hold someone’s hand but he thinks it felt something like this — Rodolfo steps out onto the small beach behind his home. 

Damp sand clings to the bottom of his loose trousers, an early cold breeze biting at the exposed skin of his wrists, the hollow of his throat. He is isolated enough out here that he doesn’t feel the need to pull on something more substantial. Rodolfo is only going to be seen by one person, after all.

It is sacrilege, a betrayal of everything he is trying to be, the image of Father Parra fading like a photograph erased and restored too many times, curling at the edges as a flame draws nearer, and Rodolfo is so fucking tired. He has his routine, his denial, and this is a fine line drawn between them, pulling against the restraints he fastens around his own neck with every step.

“Alejandro?” Rodolfo calls as he nears the small bay. He blows the steam away from his coffee before he takes a sip, transferring the mug to his other hand. He flexes his fingers, the heat burrowing down to the bone, but it wouldn’t last long in the wind rolling in from the sea or the flecks of water dotting against his cheek. The bloodstains on the rocks surrounding the natural hollow have long since been washed away, but Rodolfo avoids the memory of them all the same as he moves closer. 

The water is dark, his view obscured by a mass of seaweed and other plants that run riot over the base of the pool, and the surface is mostly undisturbed except from the ripples sent cascading over the surface from the sea spray hitting the farest edge. 

“Rudy, my love!”

Rodolfo looks up sharply, a flush already ablaze in his cheeks, and he meets Alejandro’s gaze like it is the easiest thing in the world. 

Alejandro grins, his teeth sharp, serrated. “It’s good to see you again. I missed you.”

The wine at the church is dark and red, splashing like blood when Rodolfo pours it into the huge decanters to dilute it down further. The smell clings to him, curls eager claws into his skin like the fabled devil on his shoulder to whisper temptation into his ear, rich enough to buy a house on the mainland and keep it stocked to the gills. He breathes in that scent now, an undercurrent beneath the salt of the sea and the earthen bite of his coffee, the old tang of copper as his lip splits and bleeds as he worries at it.

“I see you every morning,” Rodolfo says. He can’t hold Alejandro’s gaze for long, taking in the other man, creature, being, in careful glances. Like looking at the sun if the sun could preen, if it could extend a shimmering blue tail into the water and press a broad hand to it’s forehead in a mockery of a swoon.

Alejandro watches Rodolfo out of the corner of his eyes, his gaze darker than the shadows the early morning light casts across his face. “I still miss you.”

He slides into the water easily, the flare of his gills on his ribs just before he disappears beneath the surface reminding Rodolfo of a wound. The same carved expanse pulled over the side of the wooden statue in his church, palms bloody, expression serene and tortured at the same time. He kneels before it every night, searching for meaning in the pale wooden scars, pressing his clasped hands to his mouth and biting at the jut of his knuckles until they bled.

He is clumsy in the kitchen, that’s all, a lie designed to soothe the worries of his congregation as they press servings of food into his hands, eager to take care of him like he’s a stray cat abandoned in a cardboard box. 

Alejandro surfaces next to him, his hair darker with water and momentarily clinging to his scalp. In another life, this could be nothing more than a chance encounter at a beach, Rodolfo dragged out by one of his fellow students under the pretence of getting some sunshine and deposited in some shade the moment he can wriggle away. Alejandro would be… a surfer, sun-kissed and glorious, his skin still cool from the water as he reclined next to Rodolfo so he could catch his breath. Rodolfo wouldn’t be able to speak to him, the noose of his priest’s collar drawn too tight even if he isn’t wearing it, but Alejandro would grin at him, tipping his head back so the water rolled down the curve of his shoulders, before he  spoke.

It would be easy, to live like that. All Rodolfo would need to do is waver, just once.

Rodolfo sits down carefully, ignoring the immediate chill from the slick rock beneath his palm, the scabbed-over protrusion of his knees. His mug is still warm, a trickle of steam escaping from the surface as he offers to Alejandro — Rodolfo’s hand steady even as he wishes for some kind of tremor, something he could blame on reluctance instead of the twist in his belly whenever he thinks about Alejandro. Alejandro accepts, twisting the mug to drink from the same side as Rodolfo, the same spot.

Part of the routine. Expected but it still would have been kind for Alejandro to pull Rodolfo forwards until his head is beneath the water and drown him, swallowing down his final gasp of air.

“Your wound looks better,” Rodolfo says instead. He drags his thumb over his palm (Hail Mary, full of grace) and it’s still warm, some latent heat buried beneath the topography of his skin. He thinks he might bleed with the force of everything he isn’t saying, can’t say, that is trapped beneath his skin, burrowing into his bones to infest the hollow spaces inside. 

He’d found Alejandro here a few weeks ago, lying senseless against the rocks with his side cut open and his blood floating on the surface of the water like an oil spill. Rodolfo had thought he was a human, a sailor fallen overboard from a nearby ship or a tourist trying his luck in the storm, but the splash of scales over the crest of Alejandro’s face and neck, the dappling over his chest had convinced him otherwise before he’d even see the other man’s tail. 

He is truly divinely beautiful.

Alejandro nods, taking another sip of coffee. His nose wrinkles as he does so, still trying to work out if he enjoyes the taste even now. The mug would smell like brine when Rodolfo would carry it back inside, the coffee bitter and salty but he would still drink the final dregs, his mouth pressed against the same space as Alejandro’s is currently. 

“I have healed well under your tender care.” Alejandro holds the mug out for Rodolfo to take before he lifts himself out of the water to sit next to Rodolfo. The wound on his side has healed to be nothing more than a thin line, pale against the rich tan of his skin, the vibrant blue of his scales. 

Rodolfo’s fingers twitch, the impulse to reach out and touch burning through every nerve he has, threatening to ignite him from the inside out. He bites the inside of his cheek until he tastes copper, the pain dull in comparison to everything else rioting inside his head. “Will you— Are you going to be leaving soon?”

“I hope to stay a while longer but I must ask you a favour for this, Rudy.”

Always Rudy to Alejandro, never Rodolfo, not Father Parra, just Rudy. 

“What is it?” Rodolfo asks, his voice teetering on a whisper, halfway fallen from grace already and he can’t find it in himself to care. He is so tired. So, so tired. 

Alejandro turns to face him fully, his hands clasped beneath his chin like a supplicant, and Rodolfo bites back a grin at seeing such a familiar gesture on such an unfamiliar frame. 

“Can I stay with you for a while? Not here—” Alejandro gestures to the pool with a single wave of his hand that seeks to encompass the entirety of the world in the action “—but there. With you.” He points over Rodolfo’s shoulder and Rodolfo turns despite himself. 

His house sits squat against the backdrop of the church it is attached to, connected but separate. It is plain grey stone, the remnants of limewash clinging to one wall and another overrun by skeletal ivy. From this angle, Rodolfo can just make out the open shutters of his bedroom window. 

Rodolfo is a sinner. He is a sinner and he is tired of denying himself everything. He won’t deny Alejandro this. 

“Yes,” Rodolfo says, smiling up at Alejandro. 

The other man beams, sunlight pale in comparison, and throws himself forward into Rodolfo’s arms, burning, burning bright, and Rodolfo holds him close, never wanting to let go again.

[reasonsmandy]

Sunset Rendezvous

Eddie Roundtree x Fem!Reader

✧.* requested by @littlehoneyfreak + anon — ¹ From your prompt list can you write 12 with Eddie if you get time if you can’t dw but I just love your writing and need more Eddie in my life 🩷.

² oh yeah it’s very weird to me smut fics with actors 😭 but you can write a eddie smut 🥺

✧.* summary — The tour had consumed both of you, and this weekend at the beach would be your time to forget the pressure and just enjoy each other.

✧.* warnings — Smut, MINORS DNI, a lot of fluff, praise.

✧.* word count — 2.0k

✧.* 🎸 — Eddie's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — I tried something new writing smut today, hope you like it and know that I'm free to hear your feedback :)

You and Eddie arrived at the beach house just as the sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the sandy shore. The ocean was calm and still, the waves gently lapping at the shore. As you stepped out of the car, the salty smell of the sea filled your nose, and the cool breeze blew strands of your hair across your face.

"Eddie, look at this view!" You exclaim happily, kicking off your shoes to feel the sand on your toes.

"I'm so happy you like it, shooting star" He says wrapping his arms around your waist. "Come on, let me show you around our little house for the weekend."

The beach house was quaint and cozy, with a white picket fence surrounding a small garden filled with colorful flowers. The house itself was painted a soft blue, with white shutters on the windows. A small wooden porch wrapped around the front of the house, with two Adirondack chairs facing the ocean.

As you stepped onto the porch, you were greeted by the sound of seagulls calling to each other in the distance. You could hear the gentle sound of the waves breaking on the shore, and the rustle of palm fronds in the breeze. The air was fresh and clean, with just a hint of salt in the wind.

The sky was painted with a mix of pink, orange, and purple hues, as the sun slowly disappeared below the horizon. You could feel the sand between your toes as you walked down the porch steps towards the beach, hand in hand with Eddie. You could feel the warmth of the sun on your skin, and the coolness of the ocean breeze on your face.

"I needed this so much." You say opening your arms, feeling the wind on your face. "The tour was killing me, I couldn't take it anymore."

"Don't mention it, If I hear any of our songs one more time I'll explode." Roundtree sits in the sand, watching you with a smile on his face. "Not to mention I needed that time with my girl."

"I love it when you call me that." You say sitting on his lap cupping his face in your hands.

"Yeah?" He whispers, cupping her face and looking deeply into her eyes. "I love you my girl."

As the sun set, the beach grew quiet and peaceful, with just the sound of the waves crashing on the shore. You and Eddie stayed on the beach, sitting close together as the stars began to twinkle above.

Eddie wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in close. You could feel the heat of his body against yours, and the scent of his cologne mixed with the salty ocean air.

"I missed this so much," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your neck. "Just you and me."

You turned your head, meeting his lips with your own in a passionate kiss. The taste of the ocean lingered on your tongue, mixing with the sweetness of Eddie's lips.

As the kiss deepened, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in closer. You could feel the heat between your bodies growing, as the longing and desire you had both felt on the tour finally had a chance to be expressed.

"Did you miss me, handsome?" You whisper, feeling the blonde's kisses on your neck. "So show me then."

Roundtree noticed the mischievous look that was on your face and couldn't help but smile, he kept spreading kisses down your neck. You let out sighs with the touch of his lips on your skin, if there was a man who made you feel good it was him.

The bassist takes his fingers to the knot of your bikini and undoes it, you go back a little letting him take the garment off of you, he stays for a few seconds just admiring the view and you feel a blush rise in your face due to this sudden attention. He kisses you again, this time with more urgency, he needs to feel you.

You broke the kiss, looking deep into Eddie's eyes. "I want you, Eddie," you whispered. "Right here, right now."

He didn't need any more invitations. With a sense of urgency, he pulled you close to him, feeling the heat of your body against his. He lifted you up and carried you towards the water, the waves crashing at your feet.

"Hey pretty boy, what are you doing?" You ask laughing. But he doesn't answer you.

You could feel the sand and water between your toes as he laid you down gently on a blanket, the moon casting a glow on your skin. You watched as he slowly finished undressing you, his eyes filled with desire.

"You are so beautiful," he murmured, his lips trailing kisses down your neck and chest. "My beautiful girl."

"Only yours." You whisper, feeling his breathing against your skin.

Roundtree looks at you as he starts to kiss your belly, you feel a chill run down your spine as you see the desire in his eyes. "Open your legs." He says squeezing your thighs.

You obeyed, parting your legs for him, feeling the sand beneath you. He trailed kisses down your inner thighs, getting closer and closer to where you needed him most. You moaned as he flicked his tongue over your sensitive skin, sending shivers up your spine, you felt goosebumps on your stomach looking forward to knowing what he was going to do.

"Such a pretty girl." He says, admiring you like you were the most amazing treasure. "Let me taste you my gorgeous."

He says and wastes no time, Eddie continues to explore your body with his lips and tongue, you feel yourself getting lost in the moment. You grip the blanket beneath you, moaning louder with each passing second. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore only adds to the intensity of the moment.

You look down and see Eddie's eyes staring back up at you, his mouth still moving in a rhythmic motion. He looks up at you and gives you a wink, before continuing his work.

As you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, you grab Eddie's hair, pulling him up to you for a deep, passionate kiss. You can taste yourself on his lips, and it only makes you want him more.

"Eddie," you pant, "I need you inside me."

Without a word, Eddie positions himself between your legs, slowly sliding inside you. You gasp at the sensation, feeling completely filled and satisfied. The two of you move together, your bodies in perfect sync with each other.

"Come for me, my girl," Eddie murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "Let me feel you come apart in my arms."

As you reach your climax, you scream Eddie's name into the night sky, feeling completely connected to him in every way possible. He keeps going, though, slowing down and speeding up in just the right way to make you come again and again.

The two of you lay there, entwined in each other's arms, listening to the sound of the waves crashing against the shore.

…

You wake up to the sound of a movie playing on the TV. Eddie is already up, sitting on the couch with a cup of coffee in hand. You groggily make your way over to him and he invites you to join him, pouring a cup of coffee for you too.

As the movie goes on, you notice Eddie is gushing over the actress on the screen, complimenting her on everything from her hair to her acting skills. It starts to get on your nerves, and you can feel yourself getting irritated.

"Eddie, can't we just watch the movie without you obsessing over the actress?" you say, trying to hide your annoyance.

Eddie smirks, knowing he's getting to you. "Oh come on, don't be jealous. You know you're the only one for me."

You roll your eyes, but can't help but feel a little bit flattered. Eddie leans in, brushing a strand of hair out of your face.

You roll your eyes, trying to hide your smile. "Oh please, Eddie. You're just trying to get a rise out of me."

He grins mischievously. "Maybe I am. But that doesn't change how I feel about you."

You cross your arms, still pretending to be annoyed. "Fine, then I'll just go make my own coffee."

Eddie stands up and blocks your path. "No way, shooting star, come back here. You're not getting away that easily." He leans in and plants a kiss on your lips, pulling you close to him. "Wasn't your name I was calling last night? You're the only one in my life, my girl."

You can't help but smile, feeling your irritation melt away. "Okay, okay, you win. But can you at least stop gushing about that actress? It's getting on my nerves."

Eddie chuckles. "Sure thing, my girl. You know you're the only leading lady in my life. I'm crazy about you, nobody else." He pulls you into his lap and resumes the movie, running his fingers through your hair. "And you know what? You look funny when you pretend to be mad."

You swat at him playfully, but can't help but laugh. You settle into his embrace, feeling grateful for the love and laughter he brings into your life.

He pulls you back in and kisses you deeply. "I love you, shooting star," he whispers against your lips.

"I love you too," you say, melting into his embrace. "But if you ever do that again, I'll make you sleep on the couch."

"Deal." He laughs, kissing you once more.

You run your hand up Eddie's thigh, feeling the muscles tense beneath your touch. He shivers at your touch, a low growl escaping his lips. And you knew that was your time to shine, so you pretended to laugh.

"What's so funny, shooting star?" Eddie asks, with his eyebrows raised.

"Nothing, I was just thinking about that one day on tour." You start to say and he looks at you intently, waiting for you to continue."Do you remember that drummer who was hitting on me?"

Eddie closes the feature immediately.

"Now, who's making whom jealous?" you whisper in his ear, feeling his breath hitch as you nibble on his earlobe. "Do you want to know how many guys were hitting on me during that tour?"

Eddie's eyes darken with a mixture of desire and jealousy, and you know you have him right where you want him. "I don't want to know," he growls, pulling you closer to him.

"Are you sure?" you tease, running your hand higher up his thigh. "It was a lot, you know. I had to keep reminding them that I'm taken."

Eddie's hand slides up your back, pulling you closer to him. "Is that so?" he murmurs, his lips trailing hot kisses down your neck. "Well, maybe I'll have to remind you who you belong to."

You shiver at his words, feeling the heat building between your bodies. "Maybe you should," you whisper, your fingers tangling in his hair as you pull him closer to you.

Roundtree gets up from the sofa, taking you in his lap to take you to the bedroom, without ceasing to kiss your mouth, your neck, every detail of your skin. That weekend was going to be wonderful.

...

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Are we brothers or not?- Fanfiction

At the edge of the white sands, its crystallized waters have shown the glowing algae in its path under the moonlight of two moons, shining, brighter to show Skold sitting there, in a daze, keeping his legs locked in, like a child hugging the mother with her warm embrace, for a moment, he gives a gentle smile upon the realm of the Metkayina, the very place he was born in its sacred waters, and loved their culture in his deepest bottom of the immortal heart. Behind the palm trees, Skold drops his smile from happiness to a frown, knowing he isn’t alone, a silhouette appeared, noticing its slim Na’vi tail, flickering like a cat, hoping to approach him, slowly, the Aesir god rises on his feet, arms crossed, and turns around with a sharp glare of his luminescent eyes. “What DO you want, Lo’ak?” He gives a stern commanding voice to the blue-paled boy. He has bruises, and mild scratches from the battle two weeks ago after the funeral. “Spider….I’m glad you’re alive—“ He shuttered his lips. Skold scoffs to stare at him like he is acting like a toddler, begging to tell endless questions and a name he despises. Only the Sully girls are allowed to call him that name. But not Lo’ak, Neteyam, and Jake. “What did I tell you? Could you not call me that name? You are not worthy to call me that.” He snarls his teeth wide open to show his unappreciate glare. Lo’ak shudders to see his teeth, no longer as human teeth, but as a feral Thanator fangs. He hasn’t forgotten the scene where he recalled the three brothers’ battle where he witnessed the brutal, horrible, and twisted massacre of human soldiers. So are the Phoenix avatars. “But Brother….I prayed to Eywa for your safety. Only Kiri, Me, and Tuk-Tuk prayed harder.” He clasps his hands together tightly. Skold starts to laugh louder, like a wailing wind to both ends of the beach, quickly, he draws his father’s fang-knife near his chest, and only himself can spill his golden blood. The Ichor of the immortals. “Brother? You are joking. I have SEEN everything in my alter-ego self. This poor Spider….have suffered greatly. How can he be your brother if you don’t know how he suffers?” He swiped the clean cut to heal fully. Lo’ak is amazed and frightened to see a such miracle in front of his eyes. “But you are free. Right, brother—“ For a quick moment, he got slammed into the sands, felt his hand much bigger than his own, wrap around his neck, seeing Skold’s eyes no longer have pupils, but full black, like a beast who lusts for blood, and growls so low to his face. “You abandoned Spider—My alter ego to suffer alone. Forgotten. That is not how brothers if they care for each other. My real brothers….they had watched me grow up, guard when I’m hunting on my own, and protect if I am vulnerable in the hands of your cowardly father’s enemies. They came to my aid when I awakened my true memories and powers I thought it was lost for ten years. TEN YEARS! Trapped in this weak, small, and powerless form of a human!” He squeezes his jugular veins. Lo’ak starts to feel the squeeze, unable to breathe, fearing Skold will kill him instantly, and scratch his chest with his knife. “There. The bond between us brothers….is no more. But I promise you….If you ever speak that name, I will send you to the darkness where Eywa’s light cannot touch.” He lets go of his hand and spit at him as he lays there. “Go. Live in the village where my mother bore me. Learn as Metkayina. Honor them. And never forget what I said.” He turns around to break the eye contact. Lo’ak stands up hassling. He gave a shed of tears down his eyes. Swiftly, he runs back to the village. Under the stars, that is the last time they will share as brothers. Now, they are bitter strangers in the same clan.