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drabblesandimagines · 1 year

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Motorcycle Rides

Pairings: Sebastian x you

Wordcount: 1623

You limped out of the mine, your pack heavy with materials. That last bunch of slimes had really taken it out of you and as you’d realized your strength was depleting, you’d turned on your heels and ran, only to twist your ankle on a rock.

You leant heavily against the wall, trying to catch your breath in the cool night air. Truth be told, you’d lost all track of time in the mines and it was now just before midnight on a Tuesday for goodness’ sake. You’d hoped to get to bed at a decent time for once, despite your endless to-do list. You’d only meant to be in the mines an hour or two tops!

After your heart had stopped pounding, you reached down and tentatively prodded at your ankle before wincing at the pain. It was already swelling and that probably wasn’t a great sign. This was a situation you hadn’t considered before embarking on your new life in Pelican Town – what exactly do you do in an emergency? There was Harvey’s clinic, but that would involve limping down there and waking him up over your own stupidity.

If you were going to be limping anywhere, you might as well limp home. Heck, the town was gossiping about you enough, you didn’t want your midnight trip to the clinic to be their next topic. You took a deep breath and took a step – there was a sharp ache that immediately dulled, but it was tolerable? It had to be tolerable, you concluded, as you took another shuffling step. It might take you all night, but you were determined to get home.

It was slow, painful progress as you found yourself walking past the carpenter’s house.

“Farmer?”

You jumped from the voice, your ankle immediately twisting on its side and you fell flat to the ground on your back, groaning.

“Sorry…” a figure appeared above you, looking down with an apologetic smile. It was the carpenter’s son… Sebastian? “I didn’t think you’d be so jumpy with being out so late and all.”

“I… I guess I just thought everyone in this town was a bed by 10pm on a week night crowd.”

“Well, the majority are. Er…” He hesitated, almost as if he was debating something in his head before he offered his hand. “Can I help you up?”

“Thanks.” Truth be told, you weren’t sure how graceful you would be at getting up without his assistance, so you happily accepted. In a combination of not expecting him to be as strong as he was and your weakened ankle, you were ill-prepared for getting back to your own two feet. You nearly went falling back down when Sebastian caught you in his arms and you threw yours around his neck. From your glow ring, you could clearly see the black-haired man’s face had flushed red.

“Sorry, that’s us city folk”, you tried to make light of the situation. “We swoon at any country man.”

That didn’t seem to help as – you didn’t think it was possible – his face had gone even more red.

“Er… here,” he tilted you upright, trying to get you to stand on your own two feet. You tried to comply, but your ankle collapsed underneath you, the sharp jolt of pain bringing tears to your eyes. You grabbed hold of his upper arm in a fierce grip. “You all right there?”

“No… I-I’ve hurt my ankle,” you swallowed, trying to keep the tears at bay. “I was in the mines and I twisted it. I thought I could limp home on it but that seems like a really dumb idea.”

“Ah…” Sebastian mumbled. “Erm, should I wake Maru? She works at the clinic part-time, she’ll probably know what to do.”

“No, please don’t. People are talking about me enough without adding this to the mix. I’ll be okay. I’ll just… I’ll take five and then it’ll be okay. You should go home.”

“I mean, I don’t know exactly how things go down in Zuzu City, but I can’t exactly go to bed and leave you out here.”

“That’s exactly how things would go down in Zuzu City. You’re a natural.” You grimaced.

“Er…” Sebastian paused. “Wait, I think I’ve got an idea. Do you wanna sit?”

You blushed, before mumbling, “I don’t think I could with any sense of grace.”

“I got you,” an arm wrapped around your waist and helped you down towards the ground.

“Right, I’ll be back in a moment.” He turned and went to head back up to his house.

“Wait, Sebastian…” He spun on his heels and looked at you quizzically. “Thank you.”

He smiled shyly, before walking out of sight, swallowed by the darkness.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed when Sebastian eventually returned. There was a brief moment when you thought he wasn’t coming back. Maybe it was some sort of Pelican Town hazing… The black-haired man eventually reappeared, wheeling along a motorcycle in tow towards you before stopping.

“So, it’s not working reliably at the moment – I’ve been working on fixing it up. But I thought you could sit on it and I can wheel it along back to the farm? Means you can take the weight off your ankle and get home and ice it, I guess? Or heat. One of those.”

“Honestly, you don’t have to do this. It’s so late.” You protested, embarrassed that your antics had led to this.

“I’ll be up for hours yet anyway. Plus, I’m curious to see what you’ve done with the land and it’ll get you home – win-win.” He put the bike’s kick stand out to balance the machine, before crouching down and offering his hand again.

You hesitated. “Only if you’re really sure.”

“I’m positive. Come on.”

You took it, allowing him to pull you up fully this time and you made sure to let your uninjured leg take all the weight. “Hop on.” He kept a tight grip on your hand as you swung your injured leg over the seat and boosted yourself up onto it.

“Cool. Right, er, probably best if you hold onto the handles too.” You followed his instructions, and he leant over, positioning his hands next to yours before kicking the stand back in place. There was a momentary wobble before you found your balance and Sebastian moved forward, pushing it along up towards the path you knew would lead back to your farm.

“What were you doing out so late? Not that I’m complaining,” you quickly rectified.

“I got wrapped up in work and forgot to get out today. I thought I’d have the night to myself,” he teased. “Was that your first trip down the mines?”

“Oh, gosh, no. The Adventure’s Guild and Marlon gave me some tips and I think that was my fifth trip. I probably went down a bit too far for the equipment I have, but to get better equipment I need money and the mine’s good for making a quick buck. Crops take their sweet time…”

“Ah, makes sense.” He nodded.

“What do you do?”

“I’m a freelance programmer. It’s okay, it means I can choose my own work hours. I’m more productive later in the day, so…”

“Oh, really? That’s so cool.”

You fell into a companionable silence. Thankfully, it wasn’t a long walk back to the farm and Sebastian let out a whistle as he admired your work so far.

“Wow, this looks different.”

“A good different?” You frowned.

“Of course. You’ve been busy – this was all weeds and rocks the last time I was out here. What are you growing?”

“Just potatoes and turnips – they’ll be out of season soon but I should get another load out… if I can keep the crows at bay.”

He wheeled the motorcycle up to the bottom of your porch, eyeing the steps. “Er, do you want a hand up the stairs?”

“If you don’t mind…” You mumbled – you weren’t convinced hopping up them would be a winning formula. Sebastian put the kick stand back down, then assisted you off his motorcycle. He hooked an arm around your back, just under your armpits to steady you as you hopped towards the stairs, and then took a big leap up the first one as he kept your balance. You were extremely grateful there were only three stairs and you exhaled in relief now safely at your front door.

“Thank you so much, Sebastian. I wish there was something I could give you in return…” You trailed off as he began to protest, but then you remembered – there was that cool-looking mineral you’d found earlier… You dug around in your satchel, leaning heavily on your front door, until your fingers found the smooth surface.

You withdrew it and Sebastian’s eyes lit up. “A frozen tear?”

“Is that what it is? Some weird creature dropped it – I think it came from deeper down in the mines. I thought it must be special. I was going to take it to Gunther tomorrow to identify, but it seems you’re a fan, so, please…”, you pushed it into his hands, “Take it.”

“No, I couldn’t…”

“I insist.” You unlocked the door behind you before he could really protest. “Goodnight, Sebastian. And, hey, every time you look at it, you can remember the time you helped the idiot farmer home.”

“Goodnight…” He continued to stare at the mineral in his hands as he heard your door open and close, “But I’m totally going to remember the time I helped the cute farmer home.” He said that a little louder than he intended and blushed, glancing up to see your door firmly closed at least.

Fortunately, your window was open and you’d definitely heard.

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ddejavvu · 8 months

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mei do you feel like ani is a butt guy or boob guy

send me dirty anakin thoughts <33

this post is 18+, minors dni.

I think ani is a you guy. I think he’s literally so enamored and enthralled and devoted to YOU and with YOUR body that he’d fuck absolutely any part of you and bust a fat nut.

He’ll drool all over your ass literally biting and licking and sucking the skin of your asscheeks until it hurts and he’ll only leave it alone if you let him redirect his bite to your thighs. Then it’s rinse and repeat, smearing his saliva all over your skin and sucking bruises into the flesh of your thighs. Of course he has a field day with what’s between your thighs but he is more than happy to slobber all over your ass and thighs and if you let him stick his dick between them from the back and hump your thighs he’s gonna cum buckets 🤭 god picture him slamming his rock hard, leaking, aching cock - practically purple from how strained it is - mercilessly between your clenched thighs as you let him fuck them - he’s babbling on about how fucking good it feels and how fucking tight it is and how fucking much he loves indulging in every single part of you and he’s gripping at your sensitive ass and slapping it so that the bruises he left there before sting again and you have to muffle yourself into your pillow to stop from shattering the windows with your screams 🫶

And your tits? God just kill him now because he’s the type of guy to stretch out all of your shirts because he just HAD to suck your tits while you’re trying to go to sleep at night. You’re reading and he worms his way under your book that’s propped up on your chest and he’s buried under your sleep shirt but he’s already sucking one of your nipples into his mouth and you’re like ?? ANI ?? DUDE. ITS ALMOST MIDNIGHT. THIS IS A 10PM ACTIVITY I HAVE WORK IN THE MORNING. But god knows you indulge him and you end up riding his dick while your tits bounce and he nearly breaks his neck trying to crane it down so that they bounce up and slap his face 🫶 deadass wants to suffocate between your tits like he will stop breathing down there bc he’s sucking on your nipple so hard that he forgets to and you have to flick his ear to get him to come up for air which honestly turns him on even more somehow

He looooooves biting your tit and tugging if that makes sense 🫣 he’ll take your nipple between his teeth and yank on it, he’s gentle enough but he’s just about as aggressive as he can be with it without hurting you 😵‍💫 he’s so animalistic with it, he’ll be panting against your spit-stained chest and take your nipple into his mouth and tug on it a bit until you’re squirming and begging him to either quit it or fuck you already because this is really doing you in

Prepare for a face load of cum if you ever let him fuck your tits btw. Whether you open your mouth for it or not he’s gonna blow his load while his dick is sandwiched between your tits and you’re gonna be splattered with his cum while he groans and growls and pants and watches it drip down your skin like the filthiest porno he could ever imagine 🥴

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ioniansunsets · 6 months

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✖ Heartsteel!Kayn Birthday Special ✖

✖ Word Count: 836

✖ Tags: Established R/S

✖ A/N: I think of this as a 10pm-2am party on the 30th so Kayn can quietly pretend its a party for his real 31st Birthday.

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It was irritating, he'd have to admit. A full day of media and paparazzi chasing him. All he wanted was to by your side, to celebrate with you, to not have to phase through walls just to hide from the crowd. The crowd that was even worse than usual because it was Halloween night. He clicks his tongue as he pulls his facemask up to hide away from the crowd.

" Gods help me."

He whispers angrily under his breath. Almost like an answer to his prayers, Ezreal pops up and drags him down an alley, helping him to slip away from some fans and find his way to the club that you told him to meet you at. It was the usual spot, Heartsteel's favorite bar, the bouncers already waving to let Kayn and Ezreal in.

" Everyone's waiting LMAO! You're so late." " You're late too loser. The fuck you on about!"

Ezreal laughs as he flings the doors open. You, with the help of some others in Heartsteel booked out the entire club for Kayn this night. A hustle and bustle as K/DA and some other friends of Kayn's hang out, laughing and drinking. Cheers from everyone as he walks in, everyone wishing Happy Birthday on what he personally thinks is the wrong day. But attention is attention and he can't say no to a little fun at night. Everyone in little Halloween costumes, high fives, loud laughs, awkward hugs he talks to everyone, socializing and thanking them for the wishes. Yone graciously DJ-ing for the party, Akali pointing him a middle finger as they make eye contact but showing up to the party anyway, Sett and Aphelios trying a hand behind the bar to make drinks for the party. K'Sante sitting by a table talking to Alune and the rest of K/DA. But still, something was wrong, he sees all his friends but where the hell were you? The you who was arguably the most important person to him. The you were the one who invited him here anyway.

" Happy Birthday Kayn!"

At the sound of your voice he perks up, immediately putting his drink down to turn and find you. As he spots you a little away he basically runs over to throw his arms around you, lifting you up and giving you a little spin as you hug him back.

" My favorite person! Where the hell were you! I'm only here because you told me to come by the way."

He sticks out his tongue in mock irritation, arms still around you the whole time. All the attention and well wishes from everyone could never compare to your love. Ah how he loved your smell, your cute laugh, your stupid teasing smug face as it stared at him. He leans down giving you a quick kiss before letting go. Resting his arms across his chest waiting for a good explanation from you.

" Took a while because I had to get this finished for you."

You defend yourself, you hold up a present for him. It was small, suspiciously small for a gift for someone as amazing as him, but it was from you so like hell he won't complain. Picking up the box for your hands he holds it up, shaking it a little, no noise. Curious now he opens it, face immediately lighting up. He puts the wrapping down behind him as he holds up the gift.

" Oh fuck is this...?"

You nod as he examines it, a custom guitar strap. Designed like his recently solidified aesthetic from the Paranoia MV, bright colors, a yellow base, pink, purple and green accents with an imitation of his signature down the strap. Little handmade patches of him and Rhaast on the corner, hearts the colors of all the boys around the middle, and finally your initials sneakily sewn in the underside next to Kayn's right where the strap would meet the guitar, there, yet hidden from view so he could still use this on stage. A beautifully thought out way to have something of you near him all the time, even when he was on tour, on stage or in his studio. How personal... Kayn laughs, a hand returning to pull you into him, he leans down close to your ears as he growls out softly,

" Damn babe...you're going to make me emotional."

A blush rising up your face, Kayn turns to give your cheek a quick kiss. A hand sneakily rising up to wipe something away under his eyepatch. You take note to tease him about it later.

" All custom made and details hand sewn by the way, I got K'sante and Sett to help me."

" Thank you. Amazing gifts from you as always."

After a quick kiss on your forehead, he pulls away from the hug, hand wrapping around yours as he drags you to the bar, the brightest smile on his face as he gives Aphelios a nod to make drinks for you two.

" Now let's properly celebrate together."

#i'll proofread this later #im done with my essay teehee back to writing now #HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAYNIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE YOU #Ionian Sunsets #Shieda Kayn #Shieda Kayn x Reader #Heartsteel!Kayn #Kayn LoL #Kayn League #Kayn League of Legends #KaynLeague #SCENARIOS #League of Legends Scenarios #happy birthday kaynnnnnnn xoxoxoxoxo #also by other friends of kayn i imagine zed shen and jhin just sitting at a table drinking whiskey or someshit LMAO

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chrisbitchtree · 14 days

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Dear Younger Me

My piece for the @harringrove-relay-race!!!

I'm now passing the baton on to @oopsiedaisiesbaby! I can’t wait to see what you’ve written!

4k - M

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When Billy’s therapist had first assigned him the project, to write letters to his younger self detailing the twists and turns his life would take, and how he’d somehow managed to navigate them and get to a place where he could truly call himself happy, he’d laughed, because frankly, it sounded like a waste of time.

He knew he was happy and successful, so what good would it do to tell the long gone, scared, angry seventeen year old version of himself about it? But the more he wrote, filling page after page with his messy scrawl, the more he felt that he could let go of all the hurt and pain of his youth. It felt good. So good, in fact, that he’d allowed himself to be talked into giving Steve the letters to read.

Now though, as he stands on Steve’s front porch, he feels a really strong urge to run. It’s too late though, he’s already rung the doorbell, and he can hear Steve’s approaching footsteps. There’s no way he’d get back into his car and out of sight before Steve opens the door. He takes a deep breath, holding the stack of letters in front of himself.

“Hey Billy,” Steve greeted him, a grin spreading over his face, looking unfairly sexy, shirtless on this hot summer night. “To what do I owe the pleasure of a visit from you at 10pm on a Tuesday?”

“Uhhhh,” Billy replies, almost chickening out and saying he was in the neighbourhood and in the mood for some company and a beer, knowing Steve won’t ask questions, good guy that he is, but he knows that its important for Steve to read the letters, for Billy to let him in, if he ever wants to be more than friends with the man. Steve’s made it clear that he wants Billy, so the ball is firmly in Billy’s court. So, he takes another deep breath and hands the envelopes to Steve. “I want you to read these. Or my therapist does. But I do too. Just read them, okay, pretty boy?” With that, he walks away before Steve can answer.

***

At first, Steve’s confused when his doorbell rings at 10pm, and then he’s excited when he finds Billy on his front porch. They usually hang out pretty steadily, grabbing beers after work, having BBQs with Max and Lucas, watching endless movies, and hiking in the woods on the edge of town, but lately, every time Steve asks Billy to do anything, he claims that he’s busy working on a project, but won’t tell Steve any details about it. He’s starting to worry that Billy’s trying to freeze him out.

His excitement turns back to confusion when Billy hands him a stack of envelopes, telling him to read what’s inside of them, but he does as he’s told, grabbing the beer that he’d cracked open just before the doorbell had rung and taking it out to the backyard, turning on the patio lights so he can read.

He pulls a small stack of papers from the first envelope, unfolding them to find a letter.

“Dear younger me,

I know you’re upset right now. It’s not easy leaving your friends, your school, the ocean, the only home you’ve ever known behind to move to the middle of butt fuck nowhere. I won’t lie, it’s going to suck at first. Neil’s been with Susan long enough that he isn’t putting a show on in front of her anymore. He’s going to yell and threaten you and get in your face.

Starting at a new school is going to be terrifying, and it’s good to put on a brave face, to not show fear, but try to remember that it’s ok to admit that everything isn’t ok sometimes. Even if it’s just to yourself, curled up in your bed late at night. Let the tears fall, I promise you’ll feel better afterwards.

It won’t be long until you meet Steve Harrington, the king of Hawkins High. You’re going to be such a dick to him, and he’s going to spend a long time hating you for it. You’re going to spend a long time hating yourself for it. You’ll eventually work your way to friendship, but you’ll save a lot of time if you don’t spend your entire senior year of high school treating him like he’s dirt on the bottom of your shoes.

Because you can’t manage to get your head out of your ass, Steve’s going to push, rightfully so, and you’re going to pull, until the tension’s going to come to a head at Harrington’s graduation party. The night’s going to start with the two of you throwing barbs back and forth and end with you on your knees in the Harrington’s pool house, Steve’s cock between your lips. You’re barely even going to stay long enough for him to finish cumming, to scared to see what’ll happen in the aftermath, but you really should. Tell him how you feel about him, tell him that the way you treated him all year was an act, a way to protect your heart, and his response just might surprise you. You never know.”

Steve has to stop reading for a minute, his face flushing as he thinks back to his graduation night, how good Billy had looked on his knees, looking up at Steve as his tongue swirled around the head of his cock. He remembers how strong the urge to run his hands through Billy’s hair had been, but it had seemed too intimate an action, so he’d resisted, as hard as it had been. He’d wanted to reciprocate, but Billy had fled the scene before Steve could even catch his breath, not to be seen again for three years, until Neil and Susan Hargrove had died. He picks the letter back up, curious to see how it will end, and what will be in the next one.

“You’re going to blame yourself for a lot of what comes after. You’re going to tell yourself that if you’d stayed, if you hadn’t hightailed it back to California while the ink on your diploma was still drying, if you’d stayed, even just for Max, and nothing else, or if you’d finally stood up to Neil for once, things would have turned out differently. Please try as hard as you can to be kind to yourself. I promise you didn’t cause this, that nothing you could have done would have stopped Neil from being an asshole.

Love,

Billy”

“Dear younger me,

You just found out that Dad and Susan died, and you’re going to have a lot of mixed emotions about that. Relief that Neil can’t hurt you, can’t hurt anyone anymore, grief, as you mourn the dad you never got to have, regret, that you weren’t there to take the keys out of Neil’s hands that night when he drank too much and decided that Susan was cheating on him instead of going out to a girl’s night at the bar, sadness, for Max, who, at only seventeen, has no parents left, only has you to take care of her, when you can barely take care of yourself on the best of days.

It's going to be tough, I’m not going to lie. You and Max are going to fight about anything and everything. She’s going to blame you for this, and it’s going to take a long time for her to apologize, and it’s going to hurt, even though you blame yourself too.

You have to stay strong, though. Strong for yourself, and for Max. You need to put down the bottle and find a good job so you can take care of Max and yourself. It’ll be hard to even make yourself get out of bed most days, but you have to grin and bear it. I promise it’ll eventually get easier, even if it doesn’t seem like it right now. It’ll all be worth it when you see her walk across the stage with her diploma.

Love,

Billy”

As soon as he’s one reading the second letter, Steve folds it up and slips it back into its envelope and takes out the third letter, eager to see where this is going, to find out why he’s being asked to read them. He takes a sip of his beer and settles in for the long haul.

“When Max is twenty one, she’s going to call you and tell you that she’s dropping out of college to work at the garage with you and help you work towards your goal of buying it from Mr. Dennis when he retires, and you’re going to feel like a failure, like all your hard work, all the hours you put in at the shop to help pay for her education are going to waste. You’re going to fight long and hard about whether she’s fucking up her life, and you’re going to say a lot of things that you regret, but you need to remember that she’s an adult now, and she’s smart, and she knows what’s right for herself.

You won’t want to admit it, even to yourself, but you know you’re going to be happy to have her back where you can keep an eye on her, instead of way out in Boston. There’ll be growing pains at first, as you both get used to living together again, but it’ll be nice to have someone else around the house again.

And be nice to Lucas when Max has him over. He’s a good guy when he’s not being a smartass, and trust me, you’re going to need him later. Show him a little respect, and you’ll save yourself a lot of embarrassment later.

Love,

Billy”

“Dear younger me,

Two years after you finally take over ownership of the shop, just as you’re really starting to feel like the place is yours, Max is going to beg you to let her renovate the attached luncheonette and run a small diner and bakeshop out of it.

You’re going to resist for so long, finding a million reasons why she shouldn’t do it. The kitchen requires too much work, there won’t be enough customers for it to be profitable, she should be doing something better with her life than planting her roots so firmly in Hawkins. You worked hard so she can get out, and you don’t want to enable her sticking around.

Trust me, it’s going to be easier if you just give in. She may be stubborn, but she’s right, the place is going to be a huge success, and you’re going to wonder why you didn’t let her have at it sooner. That is, until two weeks after the diner opens, on the night of the launch party, Max is going to get drunk and take your motorcycle out and crash it.

She’s going to survive, but just barely. It’s going to be a very long road to recovery, and that’s where the thing I mentioned earlier about being nice to Lucas will come in. He’s the only one that’s going to be there for you in the early days, when you’re trying to keep two business afloat and be at the hospital with Max. He’s going to take a year off from school to work in the diner and the garage when you need to be with Max and be with Max when you need to be at the diner and garage. You’re going to be each other’s rocks when it gets to be too much, and you’re going to be embarrassed about how you treated him before if you don’t stop treating him like shit right now. I know I’ve already said this a lot, but trust me.

Love,

Billy”

“Dear younger me,

I know that more than anything, you’ll want to make sure that Max’s diner stays open, that it’s there for her when she gets better, but you’re too stubborn to ask for help, and too busy to have it open enough hours in a day to turn a profit, so you’ll think about throwing in the towel and just focusing on the garage.

Tired and frustrated, you’ll head to Chicago one evening to blow off some steam at a bar. You’ll think to yourself that you’ll just go for a few drinks, and maybe if you’re lucky, you’ll find someone to take to whatever shitty hotel you can find a room in for the night, but instead, what you find in there, or rather who you find in there, is going to change everything for you.

Standing near the bar nursing a bottle of beer is Steve Harrington, looking every bit as pretty as he did back in high school. You’re going to try to turn around and run like the coward that you are, but Steve’s going to spot you before you can head out. Caught, you’re going to let him buy you a beer and sit and catch up.

He’s going to tell you how he feels lost after dropping out of law school, a failure in his father’s eyes, how scary it is to not feel that much more mature at twenty five than he did at eighteen. You’re going to tell him about your dad and Susan, and Max’s accident, how it feels like you have the weight of the world on your shoulders, with no one there except Lucas to occasionally lighten the load.

He tells you that drinks are on him for the night, and he orders another round, and another and another, until you’re both shitfaced and stumbling towards his nearby apartment. On the way, you tell him that unless you get some money fast, you’re going to have to sell the diner, and then you forget you said anything as he asks if he can kiss you in the elevator.

You’re going to have a moment of panic, as Steve presses you up against the door of his apartment and runs his lips all over your throat, about whether this is the right thing to do or not. You think that it might be best to turn around and forget this ever happened.

Don’t. Stay, have fun with the hottest guy you could ever hope to be with, and create enough jerk off material to last you the rest of your life. Ever the gentleman, he’ll ask if he can take you to bed. You’ll both lose your breath laughing as he tries to carry you there and fails miserably, and you’ll smile to yourself every time you think about that moment.

Once you get to his room, you’re going to have to fight the urge to do all the work. You keep telling yourself that Steve deserves to be worshiped, but he’s going to insist that you sit back and enjoy it, and you should listen to someone else for once.

He’s going to do things you didn’t even know someone could do with their mouth, leaving your moaning, hands twisting in the bedsheets, and your eyes will roll back in your head as he fucks you six ways to Sunday. Afterwards, he’ll clean you both up and hold you in his arms while he snores softly in your ear, and you’ll think about how nice it is to be taken care of, that you could get used to it.

By morning, you’ll have talked yourself out of it. You don’t deserve this, you don’t have time for this, it’s too much, you’re not enough, and you’ll sneak out before Steve wakes, feeling like an idiot as you walk back to your car with your hair all stuck up in the back, knowing that everyone giving you side eye as they walk down the sidewalk with a coffee and a briefcase knows what you were up to last night.

You’ll be embarrassed, but relieved that you got out of Steve’s place without having to have an awkward morning after conversation. You’ll open up the shop for the day and put all your energy into working on the cars and running into the diner to check on Lucas and the lone waitress in between appointments, but no matter how hard you try, you’re not going to be able to take your mind off Steve, how he looked the night before, looking down at you with his big brown doe eyes as he asked you if it felt good. Part of you is going to wish you hadn’t left his place, but you know it’s for the best.

The days will keep marching on, until a couple weeks after you have your run-in with Steve, when you’ll get a call from the bank. You prepare yourself for the worst, sure that they’re calling you to tell you that it’s time to give up the diner, but no, they have a potential investor, and they want to meet with the two of you.

You show up at the bank feeling ridiculous in your one pair of khakis and your best button up, and of course, the first person you see when you enter the bank is Steve Fucking Harrington, grinning wide at you as he chats up a teller. You want to turn around, but you can’t, because this idiot is your only way to keep the diner alive.

When you ask him why, why he would do this for you, when you’ve just been an asshole to him. He says it’s not for you, it’s for Max, and for Steve himself, because his dad apparently has no problem writing a huge cheque to invest in the diner if it means that Steve won’t be sitting idle any longer.

You’re not going to be sure how involved Steve plans on actually being involved in the day to day running of the diner, but you definitely don’t expect him to show up two days later, apron and baseball cap on, ready to work his first shift. He’s going to suck, dropping plates, burning food, forgetting to dress burgers before they go out to hungry customers.”

Steve has to laugh at how right Billy is. He was just about the worst waiter and cook to have ever worked in a restaurant. He had no clue what he was doing, and there were many days where he was surprised that Billy didn’t kick him out, no matter how badly he needed the help, and there were a lot of other days where Steve was ready to throw in the towel, but he’d kept with it, determined not to give up on this like he had on law school, and he liked knowing he was lightening Billy’s load, even if it only got him groans of frustration and sighs of despair in return. Over time, he thankfully got better at both tasks, finding that he was actually a pretty good cook. He picks the letter back up, eager to get through the rest of the shortening stack.

“I promise the shitty times will end though. Soon, you won’t be able to imagine the place without Harrington there, telling bad jokes and bringing you coffee when your eyes start to droop in the evening, after you’ve had a long day at the shop and the diner, and then still need to go check in on Max.

Eventually, Max will be released from the hospital, and you’ll be happier than ever to have Steve around, to help Lucas moderate arguments between you and Max, while you get comfortable giving Max small freedoms, and she comes to understand why you’re so scared to let her out of your sight.

When Lucas finally has to go back to school, Mrs. Sinclair will try to step in and pick up shifts at the diner, and at first, you’re going to push back. You don’t want to take any more time and energy from that poor family, and you’re sure she has better things to do than do Max’s bidding as Max sits on a chair behind the counter telling her what to do.

Steve talks you into letting her stay, though. You need the help, and she’s willing to give it, and it’s another lesson in accepting that people care about you and Max and letting them help you. Between Mrs. Sinclair, Steve, you, and Max, as she starts to get stronger, along with Erica Sinclair waiting tables after school and on weekends, replacing your waitress who decided to go back to school, the diner actually starts to turn a profit, based on great food and fast, friendly service. When Lucas comes home for Christmas, he jokes that he can’t recognize the diner with more than a couple customers in it. For the first time, you’re going to feel like everything will be ok.

I promise you, things only keep getting better from here.

Love,

Billy”

“Dear younger me,

Now that you have your professional life somewhat under control, of course, you’re going to turn your attention to your personal life for the first time in a long time. I can tell you it won’t be easy to take that first step and finally accept that you need therapy. Nobody wants to admit that they need help, so it’s going to be a long battle of talking yourself in and out of it, but I can also tell you that once you commit to going regularly, and putting in the work to help yourself, things are going to be so much better.

You’re going to rush into things with Steve, but it’s important that you take time for yourself, to figure your shit out first. If Steve want this as bad as he’s been saying he does, then he’ll respect that you’re not ready yet, and wait until you are.”

Steve takes another sip of his drink, shaking his head at his own behaviour. To say he badly wants a relationship with Billy is the understatement of the century, and he’s far from quiet about it, confessing almost daily to Billy that he’s crazy about him, wants to date the heck out of him, hold his hand when they watch movies, make him dinner, tell anyone that’ll listen that Billy is his.

But for all of his enthusiastic rambling, he’s more than willing to wait until Billy’s ready. He doesn’t want to rush things, because he wants Billy to want it as much as he does, wants his heart to truly be in it. He doesn’t want Billy to date him just because it’s what Steve wants.

Over the past year, Steve’s come to learn that Billy’s not only literally the hottest guy Steve’s ever seen, he’s also selfless, caring, hilarious, hardworking, and secretly sweet, and Steve needs him like he needs air, so yeah, he’ll wait. He continues to read.

“My best advice for when thinking about Steve gets to be too much. Take a deep calming breath, a cold shower, or if that doesn’t work, think about seeing the ancient librarian at the public library naked. That should be more than enough to cool you down.

Love,

Billy”

Steve picks up the last letter, and slipping it out of its envelope, he unfolds it, noticing that it’s a lot shorter than the rest.

“Dear future me,

I know you’re panicking right now, sitting on your couch, biting your nails and nursing a beer, while you wait for Steve to read through the letters that you handed him tonight. You want him to know that you’re ready now, as ready as you’ll ever be to let him in, let yourself be loved and love him in return, and you can only hope that he feels the same way as he did this afternoon when he told you that he can’t wait to wife you up, whatever that means. Try to calm down. It’ll be ok.

So, hey Steve, if you’ve gotten this far, I’m ready. Bring your jammies, and we can have a sleepover. I promise not to run in the morning, and if you wake up early enough to make me cum a second time before breakfast, I’ll make you pancakes before we head into work.

Love,

Billy”

Steve slips on a pair of sandals and grabs his keys, running so fast for his car that he doesn’t realize until he’s halfway down the driveway that he’s not wearing a shirt. It doesn’t matter though. He’s gotta see about a boy.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #harringrove fic #chrisbitchtree writes #harringrove relay race

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daydream-cement · 7 months

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Birthday Wish (NSFW)

Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

When a birthday wish goes awry, you are given love by a infamous being.

This fic has two purposes! A BIG BIRTHDAY PRESENT FOR @alexusonfire AS IT WAS HER BIRTHDAY ON THURSDAY! I LOVE YOU SM BAE AND I HOPE YOU LOVE IT SOOO MUCH!!! And this is the last week of Smutember with @alexusonfire! The prompt for this week was birthday sex, but I think I may have missed the mark a little bit. I was just having fun when I wrote it.

You hadn't been dreading your birthday, but you weren't entirely excited for it either. Of course it had to land on a weeknight so the celebration with loved ones was short and sweet, allowing you to get back home before 10pm.

When you arrived home, you deposited the few gifts from loved ones on the kitchen counter and popped open the container containing a wonderfully decorated cupcake with a little birthday candle sticking up out of its center. A sweet gift bestowed upon you by a friend.

Opening a drawer to your left, you pulled out a matchbook. Plucking a match from the comb, you firmly strike the match against the striker and watch it rapidly set aflame. You lower the flame to the candle and wait patiently for the fire to take. You hum the happy birthday tune to yourself, content in celebrating the final hours of your birthday with yourself.

As you wave out the flame at the tip of the match, you consider what your birthday wish would be. Perhaps a promotion? A pet? A new love? You smirk at the final thought, a faint ache appearing in your chest when you dreamed of a new love affair. You genderated an image in your brain of who that love might be.

Attractive... Confident... Powerful... Your thoughts then spiraled as you considered your sexual relationship. Alluring... Sensual... Gentle...

You thought about strong hands, a sweet smile, kind eyes... long legs...

You closed your eyes, wistfully dreaming of the individual you would come to love. Through your lashes, you leaned down, holding your breath momentarily before blowing out the candle - sealing your wish through the extinguishing of the flame.

A warm puff of air came at the back of your neck causing the hairs to rise on your body. It felt as if someone were breathing down on you. You quickly spin around, scanning the kitchen for who or what the sensation came from.

Emptiness.

You were alone. No one was there. You must have been imagining things.

You enjoyed your cupcake and readied yourself for bed. When you reclined back on the mattress, there was an instant feeling of comfort and relaxation. You were ready for sleep.

As you drifted off, you pictured the person from your wish. Tall and blonde. A divine presence that you can't remove your eyes from. You approached them slowly, mesmerized with eyes and big as saucers.

They cooed to you in the most eloquent tone. It made you shiver.

"Come to me, my love..."

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When you awoke, you were incredibly disoriented. Your body ached. The atmosphere felt strange, the smells were different, and the texture of the sheets felt askew. When your lids parted, you were quickly made aware that you were no longer in your home. The room was dimly lit and the walls lacked your posters and art. The atmosphere was cold and impersonal - it scared you.

You shot up in bed, drawing the sheets to your chest as you glanced around with a furrowed brow. The room was lit by flame and it almost felt as if you had traveled back in time.

It was all a dream. It had to be a dream.

"Hello, lamb. How did you sleep?" A familiar voice called. It was slightly feminine with a low register. It was hypnotic and soothing.

You turned your gaze towards the voice, eyes clearly filled with fear. A being was looming over the left side of the bed. It was your love that you had dreamt of.

Short curls fell around their face and they were clothed in a crimson robe. They leaned over the edge of the bed, robe parting enough for you to see a hint of cleavage before you averted your eyes. With your gaze shooting downwards, you saw their hands. Beautiful long fingers that would fit so wonderfully in your-

"Darling? Are you feeling okay?" Your eyes followed their fingers as they lifted to your face, stroking your cheek up to your forehead. Your cheeks were burning red from the filthy thoughts - never had you had such explicit thoughts of someone before.

"Where- Where am I?" You stammered, eyes now studying their face. With how gorgeous you found them to be, you weren't necessarily upset with having to be there with them, but it was still jarring to be in this haunting environment.

"Welcome to Hell, child. I'm pleased to meet you..." The blonde cooed, their fingers shifting into your hair to pull you towards them. Their lips pressed softly against yours, but in your shock and confusion your mouth went slack, leading to some awkwardness in the kiss. They hadn't seemed bothered as they pulled away, their facial expressions remaining constant as they smiled down at you. "I have gone by many names, but you may call me Lucifer."

Your heart stilled in your chest. You were terrified. At least, the name alone instilled you with great fear. Their presence however was nonthreatening, making you even more nervous when considering their unspoken intentions.

They seemed amused at your shocked expression and slack jaw, "Aren't you cute? I've decided to grant you your wish..."

"W-what wish?"

"Love. I am going to give you love."

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Lucifer had given you a week to decide if you wanted to stay with them. At first you were adamant in your desire to return home, the strange creatures of the underworld being far too terrifying to even consider staying. But there was something about the way that the Morningstar would be so quietly doting as they attended to your every need and want that made you remain in the underworld.

You remained a bit of a recluse in the underworld, staying in your chambers and only exiting when you were called upon by Lucifer.

Tonight was different in that Lucifer didn’t call for you, rather they came knocking at your door. You opened the heavy door with some effort, smiling weakly up at the being, “Good evening, my lord.”

“Please, lamb… Lucifer is just fine.” They rose a hand to your cheek, drawing you in for a chaste peck at the corner of your lips.

Once again they left you scrambling for what to say or do in order to impress them. “Would you like to come in…? We could spend time… together…”

“I would appreciate that very much.”

They strode into the room, their beautiful expansive wings following in tow. They drew your eyes in every time you were near Lucifer. How you wished to reach out and touch them… To make yourself acquainted with every peak and valley…

Lucifer had their back turned to you, their eyes observing how you had made yourself at home with the help of Mazikeen. This was a perfect opportunity to study their beautiful wings, and perhaps even touch them if you were brave enough.

You took a step forward, examining their texture and the occasional scar. Lucifer’s wings were far from perfect, but regardless you were enamored. Mesmerized, you reach out a hand, stroking a few fingers up the ridge of their wing where it connected with their back, murmuring, “They are beautiful.”

Lucifer tensed and shivered in response. Their back straightened and you retracted your hand, fearful of what they may do or say. You wait a moment and they don’t move. You are holding your breath to the point where it makes you feel dizzy.

When they don’t react, you reach out and touch them once more. You reach a spot that makes their wings flex open, and they let out a soft and quiet moan, which brings a smile to your face.

“Those are not toys, my love.”

My love. That’s what they had been calling you on occasion as they attempted to drive home the point that you both were meant to be in love.

“Hmm?” You are feeling mischievous. You shift your hand so your palm and fingers are shifting across their wing, your other hand reaching out to caress the other wing.

“C-caref-ful…” Lucifer groaned. Their groan was so guttural and desperate it created an ache in your core. It spurred your hand movements on further. Your hands shifted back to the center of their back, applying a bit pressure to where they attached near Lucifer’s spine. You grinned wide as their back arched and they reached out to grasp the post of the bedframe nearby for support.

Their moans were so beautiful and intense. You needed more.

“Ahh… Please… My love… I-” Lucifer was losing all control, succumbing to the pleasure that was your hands massaging and rubbing at their powerful wings. You take a step closer, needing to continue to push the boundaries even further.

You release a breath across their wings, causing goosebumps to raise on their arms - a sensation they hadn’t known they were capable of. Then you pressed a featherlight kiss to their wing… then another… and then another.

Their breathing was growing ragged and you needed more. You needed to give more. Their moans were addictive. Their body was addictive. Lucifer was addictive.

Kiss after kiss you roam their wingspan, their moans filling the void of your room. Your hands came to settle on their waist as your mouth explored the black expanse of their wings.

Their hands were on top of yours in an instant, clutching your hands and dragging them to the tie of their robe. They were desperate for more. They knew what they needed to make this experience as pleasurable as possible. Their hands guided yours in every action they wanted you to take and you were enthusiastic in all that they silently tasked you with.

First the robe came undone.

Then they invited you to toy with their breasts and pinch their nipples.

Then your hands were guided to their heat where you teased by squeezing roughly at their thighs to earn a delectable moan.

“More, my love. More.”

You obliged, your fingers dipping into their wetness and probing for their clit. When you found it, you applied some pressure, drawing out a long helpless moan as you had also drug your teeth across the ridge of their wing.

Their heat was drenched. The sticky wetness coated your fingers and caused heat to pool between your own legs. How could one being be so divine?

Shifting your hand slightly, you plunged two fingers inside of Lucifer and felt their knees buckle. Their spare hand shot out and supported their weight fully against the bed, their head thrown back in utter awe of the pleasure you were giving.

Their red robe was slipping off their shoulders, revealing a milky white expanse of skin that rendered you speechless.

“More. I can’t- It’s so-” They sounded so desperate for you.

You smirk to yourself and begin pumping your fingers in and out as your spare hand begins rubbing circles against Lucifer’s clit. Once you fell into a rhythm, you redirected your attention to nuzzling and kissing their wings. You were aching to make them feel good… aching to make them cum.

“You are my beautiful, wonderful love. I adore you, my darling. P-please, ah, yes… Right there…” They groan and writhe, hips bucking against your hand in a desperate attempt to help themselves along. Lucifer felt so pent up - they needed to cum.

You slowed the movements of your hands, drawing out these long lazy strokes that drove Lucifer wild, Their head quickly was thrown back and you felt wetness gush around your fingers as their cunt clenched at your digits. They began to thrash and their back arched, wings stretching wider than you ever thought physically possible.

Their body gracefully collapsed against the bed and they took a few moments to recuperate before turning over and gazing up at you. “I chose well. You are perfect, my love.”

You blush profusely, turning your eyes down to the floor in sheer embarrassment.

“Come. Let me hold you…” Lucifer cooed, arms stretched out, inviting you to lay against their chest.

While you tried to ignore it, the sight of their exposed breasts prevented you from looking elsewhere. As if you were hypnotized, you crawled into bed, immediately placing your lips on their breasts to press soft, adoring kisses.

Their arms wound around you tight, their touch soft as they stroked your hair and smiled down fondly at the human they chose to love. “My lovely darling… You make me so happy… I know you are settling in still, but I hope you can learn to call this place home…”

“Perhaps you could show me around tomorrow… Like a tour… You could show me your favorite places…?”

Only if you could have seen the way your question caused their face to light up. Their lips turned upwards into a gentle smile and their eyes crinkled slightly at the corners. They were enamored by you constantly.

“I would love that, lamb.” They cooed, arms enrapturing you in a tight yet comfortable hug. Their wings curled around your bodies, fashioning a cocoon to block out the world. If this is what loving Lucifer meant, you were excited for what else was in store.

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bobacupcake · 2 years

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Hi, I'm a guy standing by the doors of a convenient store that you frequent. It's 10pm and you're out because your wife needed Sprite and Gatorade because her tummy hurts and you'd do anything to make her life easier. Anyway I'm asking you something.

"Hey excuse me, can I ask you a question?"

You say no but I keep talking because I have a very obvious script in my head and you're messing it up so I ignore you.

" I'm not trying to bother you but I noticed your rims are dirty. I clean rims as a side hustle. It's 3 rims for $15."

" You only offer a three pack?" You say visibly confused.

" Well no I can do all four but that’s $20."

"That isn't a deal then if every rim was already $5 each, you know that right?"

"Uhh umm"

I'm stumbling. No one has ever talked to me this long.

"So do you want your rims cleaned?" I’m hopeful.

" No. it's 10pm and we're at a Dollar General. You don't have water or soap or anything."

"Uhhh ummm I can do it some other ti-"

You cut me off.

"And why don't you clean the entire car? Detail all the outside and maybe the inside? Wouldn't that be a better business model?"

" Uhhh well i-"

you cut me off again

"I have to go inside now."

You make a show of locking your car doors. You walk to the entrance and look back and I've disappeared.

You're at the drink aisle and they’re out of your wife's Gatorade that she likes. She's very picky and only likes the light blue one. They only have yellow one. You opt in for Powerade instead, she doesn't like the blue Powerade one so maybe the red one is the safest choice. She does like fruit juice so why wouldn't she like fruit punch flavor? Oh why didn't you have her write an entire essay on her opinions on sports drinks! You're kicking yourself but you grab the bottle and go to the fridges in the back to get a bottle of Sprite. They changed what the bottle looks like again. It looks like every other bottle. God damn these corporations making everything look palatable to everyone. The green bottle kicked ass. You grab the bottle and double check to make sure it's not Sprite Zero because all the bottles look the same and you've made that mistake before. Your wife pretended it was fine and took a baby sip of the soda in front of you to make you believe that it truly was okay then she put it to the side and never touched it again. You threw the full bottle away two days later when you cleaned the house.

Everything checked out so you head to the cash register, walking slowly to look at all the candy hanging in the aisle. “Maybe I should get some gummy sharks” you think but it's already 10pm and they close at 10:30pm. So it's best you just keep walking and not waste time. The lights flicker above you as you walk. You put your items on the conveyor belt and the cashier asks

"Did you find everything okay?"

What? How? It's the same man from outside but he's wearing different clothes and he's smiling so big it looks like it hurts.

"Um yeah I did thanks." You say as calmly as you can.

You pay with your card but the machine isn't processing it.

"Push the card in more" he says.

"Okay yeah."

It works and the payment goes through. You walk fast to your car and get in and drive home. You’re shaken. You wish that your home was farther from that place than it was. You realize it's an easily walkable distance to your home. Something I could easily walk and find your car and its dirty rims. You almost run a red light.

You make it home and it feels nice outside. Feels nicer here than it did there? It's only a 3 minute drive apart. How is that possible? You walk inside and give your wife her drinks. It's clear you made the wrong decision by getting the Powerade. But she drinks the sprite. You take off your shoes and put on pajamas. You don't sleep that night. You think about me and my terrible business I'm running.

The next morning you go outside to clean your rims. They are indeed dirty and maybe I had a point when I said they needed to be cleaned. You make your pathetic little soap mixture and sit down to get to work. With soapy rag in hand, you see a little smiley face etched out of the dirt on your driver front rim. You spend too much time scrubbing away the dirt. After an hour, you get up tired and wet and think "maybe that was worth $20"

m;y wife doesnt drink soda

#THANK;S ANON #I DONT KNOW IF YOURE THE SAME ONE AS THE WIZARD ONE BUT YOURE. VERY TALENTED. IM A LITTLE BIT AFRAID #anonymous #ask #potion of answers your question

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A Golden Opportunity

This was incredibly fun to do – a fic-art collab with @littleplasticrat! She had the idea of giving Gortash a strap-on that goes onto his own cock and I had the pleasure of writing a fic along to it. Please check out her full art and if you like, read the fic below!

Gortash x Tav | Explicit | 4.4k words Read on AO3 See @littleplasticrat's amazing art that accompanies this piece here

Tav was only there to drop off some books she had borrowed. Gortash’s office sat empty and abandoned, which was weird, considering he’d told her he’d be in after dinner, and it was already past 10pm. He usually worked late, and she had looked forward to the short, casual exchange they had whenever they ran into each other.

Not tonight, however. It was the first time she’d been to his office by herself, and she took advantage of the fact that no one was around, snooping leisurely through his things. On the table sat a cup of cold coffee, on the far off side was a glass display that seemed to be new, and the rest of the walls were covered with shelves of books, folders, and closed drawers, as well as one large display that held a variety of metalworking tools.

There were a few sketches on the desk that caught her eye, most of them some sort of crossbow design. Tav flipped through them, not bothering to even try to understand what they were. But then, she saw it: A page full of dicks.

No. Not dicks. A page full of sketches of some sort of strap-on, attached to a dick, with instructions on how to use it and how to fuck with it. And then… in the upper left corner… Her face, half-drawn.

What the fuck?

She looked around the office, almost as if to see if Gortash would jump out of hiding now, pranking her, but she was met with the continued quiet atmosphere of the room. If this was real, surely it was around here somewhere? His crossbows sat on a side table, half taken apart and tinkered with. So… where would he keep a… strap-on?

The glass display, she suddenly thought. That’s definitely the kind of ridiculous place he'd put something like this.

Tav almost sprinted over to the case, a sly grin on her face. There it was, in all its glory: golden and with intricate adornments, dark leather straps attached. She giggled, disbelieving that he’d actually put it here, on display, for everyone to see. Or, well. For her to see. There weren’t a whole lot of other people who were allowed into his office.

She tried lifting the lid, but it was secured with a lock, and she rolled her eyes. Who would try to steal… this?

Well. She would.

Picking the lock didn’t take long, and she took the strap-on out of the case in no time, weighing it in her hands. It was massive, fitted to the shape of a cock –

Wait.

Did that mean it was tailored to Gortash’s–

“Like how it feels?” Gortash leaned against the doorframe, smirking.

“Did you have this made to fit your cock?!” Tav asked brazenly, ignoring his tease. She looked back at the thing in her hands, and she heard him cross the room, his heavy boots pounding on the floor.

“Of course”, he said flatly, taking it out of her grasp, “I’m not going to wear it and be uncomfortable.”

Tav chuckled. “How did that work? You went to a blacksmith and let him take a mold of your–”

He held her gaze, slowly raising an eyebrow when she didn’t finish her sentence. “Yes, dear?”

“Did you?”

He stifled a laugh and rolled his eyes, sitting down in front of his desk. “Was there anything else you needed? Maybe the key to the treasury?”

Tav strolled over to him. She hadn’t been done inspecting the strap-on, and she found the whole thing hilarious. Snatching it back out of his hands, she leaned against the table, then wetted her lips.

“Oh. Those are some nice veins.” There was no way he had this fitted to himself. The notion was too absurd.

“Thank you”, Gortash nodded, completely unfazed. “Though you could always inspect the original, if you wanted to.”

Her mouth fell open before she caught herself, her cheeks burning with heat. “Actually I think I’m gonna go.”

Setting the strap-on down on his desk, she turned away, but couldn’t get far when his hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her back, sending her stumbling into his lap.

“This is completely inappropriate”, Tav scoffed, trying to wrestle her wrist out of his tight grip, but he just chuckled.

“Dear, you went through my things”, he nodded towards the sketch that had started it all and that she thoughtlessly hadn’t cared to sort back into the pile, “broke into my property, and nearly stole my prototype.” His voice was low but there was amusement mixed into it.

“Well you drew my face next to the strap-on design. Of course I wanted to see what kind of fuckery you were up to.”

“Oh, I can show you exactly what fuckery I had in mind for this.” He smirked, and Tav rolled her eyes, cursing herself for basically handing him that one on a silver platter.

Under her ass, his thigh was warm and steady, and her hip pressed into his stomach, forcing her face so close to his she could hear him breathe.

“Besides”, he murmured, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear, “you have a lovely face. What can I say?”

“You have a dirty mind”, Tav forced herself to reply, but her voice cracked midway through.

Gortash chuckled. “Oh, dear. You have no idea.”

They stared into each other’s eyes, and for a second Tav considered kissing him, but banished the thought before it could take hold. This was all so sudden.

“I held your strap-on in my hands and could feel the outline of your veins, I think I have a pretty good idea of how dirty your mind is”, she scoffed, pulling back slightly to create some space. He still held her down by her wrist, his other hand trailing upwards to her ass, and he smiled wickedly.

“I’d have to prep you first”, he murmured, dragging his gaze across her chest down between her legs. “Get you all wet, and whimpering, and stretched…”

His hand found her ass and gave it a squeeze, and Tav drew a sharp breath in, surprised by his audacity. And the fact that she didn’t mind nearly as much as she thought she would.

His hand was strong, and big, and she immediately wondered if the strap-on actually fit his cock, or if he was winding her up in some sort of weird joke.

“I think you should put it on”, she suddenly blurted out, and he raised an eyebrow.

“Oh?”

“Well, uhm.” Tav hadn’t thought this through. “You can put it on over your underwear. Show me that it fits.”

“I’d have to be hard for that”, he said with narrowed eyes, then smirked. “Not that that would be a problem.” He made sure she saw how he looked down at the massive bulge in his pants, and Tav swallowed instinctively at the sight. Her mind wandered off, wondering how he’d feel inside her. Wondering how wide he could stretch her with his strap-on on, and how long it would take him to make her come.

Pain pulled her out of her thoughts, with Gortash’s fingers twisting her right nipple through her shirt. Tav gasped, shocked by both the action itself and the way her clit twitched with need in response.

She slapped him with her free hand, set the strap on down on the desk, and pushed herself off of him, batting his hands away.

“I came to drop off some books”, she straightened up, turning to leave, “enjoy.”

“Or… you could stay and get the best fuck of your life”, Gortash’s voice rang across the room.

Tav hovered in place for a moment, biting her lip. Fuck, she knew she was wet, and she wanted him, but this was all so completely inappropriate and… wrong?

She hadn’t even heard him walk up behind her when she felt his warm breath on her neck. When she didn’t move, he brought his mouth down to her skin, starting to suck gently, then more and more forcefully until she whimpered. His hands trailed over her stomach down to her hips, pulling her shirt out of her pants and sliding underneath back up to her breasts.

“A good decision”, he hummed, rolling her nipples between his fingers before pulling at them so hard she sobbed out a curse.

His hips were flush against her body, with his erection pressing into her lower back. He felt large enough as he was, why would he need to add even more–

She didn’t get to finish her thought as he unbuckled her pants and shoved a hand down between her legs, chuckling when he found her panties soaked.

Sliding them to the side and dipping a finger against her entrance Gortash groaned, pulled his hand away and impatiently grabbed the waistband of both her trousers and panties. He dragged it all down to her knees in one swift motion before releasing the fabric, which pooled down at her feet on its own.

Tav gasped and tried to turn around, but his arms already wrapped around her, holding her in place in front of him.

“I’ve wondered a lot about how my invention would slide into you”, he whispered against her ear, his hands slowly trailing over her breasts and down between her legs. “How much lube I would need.” He gently bit down on her neck and sucked at her skin, and Tav closed her eyes, leaning into his touch. “But all I’m wondering now is what kind of obscene sounds you’ll make when I fuck your dripping cunt.”

He leaned forward and dragged his fingers through her folds, then pushed two of them into her with ease.

“Fuck”, Tav breathed out, “You’re–“

A low chuckle rumbled through his chest. “Yes, dear? I’m what?”

Gortash started to pump his fingers in and out of her, and he sighed at how wet she was. Slick was already drooling down his hand, and he had barely started.

Tav meanwhile had lost all train of thought, and her only reply was a moan. She held onto his arms, helplessly letting him finger her while her mind desperately tried to process what was happening. Her hips rocked into his hand, but when her walls started to clench around his fingers, he stopped and pulled away from her.

Gortash stepped around her so their eyes could meet, his fingers glistening with her juices.

“What do you say?”, he asked, tentatively licking one of his fingers, smirking. “You want more?”

Tav replied before she could think. “Yes.”

“I’m going to fuck you with that strap-on. I’m going to call you a whore. And I’m going to do things to you that’ll make you blush come morning.” He licked his lips and grinned. “Do you still want it? My cock, my strap-on, stretching you until all you can do is beg to come?”

“Gods”, Tav croaked out, her cheeks burning and her clit twitching. “You already know I won’t change my mind.”

Gortash laughed wickedly. “Oh, I know. But I like when you look at me like that. When I get to ruin you. Little by little.”

He grabbed her chin and pulled her into a deep kiss, his tongue rough and demanding. Tav sighed into his mouth and brought her hands to his chest, pulling at his shirt with greed. She wanted to see him without clothes so badly. Wanted to feel his skin against hers.

Gortash broke away from her to shove his fingers into her mouth, forcing Tav to taste herself on him. She sucked them clean, but when she was done he pushed down on her tongue, her jaw, until she obediently opened her mouth for him.

“Good”, he nodded, “stay like that.”

Tav stood there, half naked, mouth open, waiting for him to come back from behind her. When he appeared, he was holding the strap-on.

“Keep this safe while I undress”, he demanded, shoving it into her mouth, then patting her cheek like he’d pat a dog on the head. Tav swallowed and closed her lips around the contraption, running her tongue along the ridges. The metal was cool in her mouth, but not uncomfortably so. Despite having held it in her hands earlier, Tav was surprised how large it actually felt, now that it sat between her lips.

Gortash took off his shirt, slowly, watching her stand there with the strap-on in her mouth with a grin on his face. Every piece of clothing came off so leisurely it felt like he was mocking her – he probably was –, intentionally dragging out the time it took him to undress.

Tav stared at him, frozen in place. If her mouth hadn’t been full, she probably would have licked her lips, letting her gaze fall over his body. His torso, usually hidden underneath several layers of shirts and coats, was remarkably more toned than she would have expected; the biceps on his arms curving softly in the dim light. Dark hair covered his chest and trailed down beyond his navel down to his pubic bone where it curled between his legs.

His cock was hard and Tav swallowed around the strap-on when she took note of his length and girth. She stared for a little too long, because a low chuckle rumbled out of Gortash’s chest, pulling her attention back up towards his face.

“You asked me to demonstrate the fit”, he smirked, walking over to pull the strap-on out of her mouth. Saliva had drooled down her chin, which he wiped away with his thumb before he leaned in to kiss her. His lips felt fuller than they looked, demanding and rough but with a certain charm underneath it all that sent a shiver down Tav’s spine, and his tongue pushed into her mouth confidently, as if they’d kissed a thousand times before. Claiming her so easily, almost marking her as his with his actions and his words, shouldn’t have been as arousing as it was – but Tav couldn’t help the small sighs and whimpers she exhaled into his kiss.

When he pulled away from her he grinned, holding up the strap-on so she could see and would follow his hands as he expertly set it on his hard cock, slid it into place, and then tied the leather straps around his belt that he’d retrieved from his pile of clothes, the straps fitting into the belt perfectly.

Tav’s eyes widened. There was no way around it: His cock looked absolutely massive with the strap-on, and it hadn’t been exactly small before.

“I… would like to revisit your offer of ‘prepping’ me first”, she breathed out, tentatively reaching down between his legs to wrap her hand around his length. His warm skin contrasted against the cool metal, and Gortash let out a small groan when she tightened her grip around him, stroking him in slow, deliberate motions.

He sighed, not taking his eyes off the way her hand moved around his cock. “That can be arranged.”

After another moment he tore himself away from her. “Come here”, he beckoned her over, hastily moving documents off the desk and pushing other things to the side, some of them falling to the floor, but Gortash didn’t seem to care. He loosened the straps before setting the strap-on to the side.

Tav sat down on the desk, trying to lean back in a way that would be comfortable, but he just laughed at her. “Oh, darling Tav”, he smirked. “I did not clear the desk to take you like a loving husband would his wife on some makeshift bed.” His eyes narrowed as he pulled her back up by her jaw. “For tonight, you bend to my will.”

She sighed with a grin. “Just say that you want to fuck me, bent over the desk, like a normal person”, Tav replied, eyebrows pinched together.

Gortash cocked his head to the side, the corners of his mouth twitching into a smirk that he did his best to suppress. “Fine.” He licked his lips. “Get down on the desk like the whore that you are.”

When she rolled her eyes he reached out and twisted her nipple between his fingers, dragging a gasp out from deep within her chest.

“You’re–”

Tightening the grip he raised an eyebrow, chuckling. “Yes, dear?”

Tav swallowed a few times before she spoke; confused as to why it felt so good to have him hurt her this way. “Nothing”, she mumbled, and he let go of her with a dirty smile. “Actually…”, Tav started, and Gortash chuckled.

“Come here”, he pulled her into a kiss, bringing both of his hands to her breasts to roll her nipples between his fingers, pull them, and twist them, until Tav was panting into his mouth.

“O-okay”, she breathed out when they broke apart, and she bent down on the desk, her ass hanging over the edge.

Cursing herself, Tav could not believe how stupid she was: Now her breasts would continuously rub over the hardwood, with her sensitive nipples already aching just from lying down. Gortash ran a hand down her back before spreading her legs apart, and when his tip brushed against her wet folds Tav drew in a sharp breath. She wanted him. Fuck. She wanted him so much just the thought of having him drew out a whimper.

So when he lined himself up against her entrance and pushed in, Tav eagerly pulled a leg up onto the desk, giving him even deeper access. Despite her arousal providing ample slickness for him to slide in easily, her walls still had to stretch around his girth, and she loved how full she felt with him in her. Behind her, she could hear him groan softly, pulling back out only to sink back in, repeating the movement a few times until he had buried himself in her up to the hilt.

“I’ve wanted to do this ever since you swaggered your ass into my city”, he groaned, digging his nails into her waist each time he pulled her body back on his cock. “Gods if I’d known you’d be this needy–” Her juices dripped out of her, and when his balls dampened from slapping against her skin, he moaned out a curse, forgetting the rest of his sentence.

Tav was barely hanging on by a thread. Her hands were trying to hold onto the edge of the desk, but when Gortash started to pound into her in earnest her body just helplessly slid across the wood. The first moan that flew out of her mouth was met with a satisfied hum, but soon she was panting and moaning in sync with him. It was hot to hear him enjoy her, enjoy her body, and she knew she was close. She just needed–

When Gortash saw her moving her hand trying to squeeze between her core and the table, he grabbed her wrist and pinned her arm to her back, then pulled her waist back so he could shove his hand between her legs himself. Deft fingers found her clit and circled it so teasingly that Tav sobbed out a plea. Gods, they were both so into each other, when Tav mewled under his touch he groaned in response.

It didn’t take long until she came with a gasp, surprised at the overwhelming pleasure that drowned her so quickly that she shuddered and twitched under him again and again, her own mind lagging behind on comprehending what was happening.

Once her body calmed and her walls stopped clenching around his length, Gortash slowed down and pulled out of her with a sigh.

“Perfect”, he said hoarsely, “absolutely perfect.”

Tav’s face was pressed into the desk, her heart still pounding in her chest as if she’d just sprinted across the city. “Fuck”, she brought out. “That was good.”

Gortash chuckled. “It was”, he agreed, voice thick with lust.

Tav stood up, groaning softly as she stretched her body, and when she turned around she saw him coat the strap-on with a kind of tincture.

“It’ll help with… accommodation”, he said when he caught her eyes. “I have no doubts you’ll be wet enough, but your tight little cunt might need some… support.”

The thought of having him fuck her with the contraption made goosebumps rise on her arms. “Okay”, she croaked out, licking her lips. What else was there to say?

Chuckling he fastened the strap on again, went over to his chair and sat down. He patted his lap, sizing her up as if with a challenge.

“You think you can take both me and my invention?”, he asked, smirking.

“I could take you any day”, Tav scoffed back. It was supposed to sound confident, but she just sounded like the neediest person to walk Faerûn.

“Hmmm”, Gortash sighed, “I might come back to you on that. But. For now: Come here.”

Tav walked around the desk and positioned herself so she could hover her core above him. His hands came up to her waist to support her, and when she reached down to guide him in she was shocked at how wide he felt, now that he was wearing the strap-on.

“I wanted to emulate the feeling of fucking you with two cocks at the same time”, he whispered as she sank down on his tip, the metal already stretching her. “Wanted to make you feel like you’re getting fucked by two of me.”

Tav groaned at the thought and the sensation of his cock pushing into her, the cool golden application tingling at her walls as the tincture started to work.

“But I don’t share”, he whispered hoarsely, slowly letting go of her waist so she’d sink down on him entirely. Gravity worked his cock into her, and Tav gasped when she slid down on his strapped-on girth much faster than anticipated, the ridges bumping against her from the inside.

There was a flickering moment of burning stretch as her walls adjusted to him, but then…

Bliss.

She moaned out loudly when he thrusted upwards, breathing heavily. The fullness tugged at her core, and in that moment she knew she was ruined.

“Fuck”, Gortash moaned out, bringing his mouth to her collarbone to suck on her skin there. “Fuck.”

Tav rolled her hips into him. He’d been right: She was still wet enough that her slick quickly coated the strap-on, and after she pulled up and sank down again on him a few times it simply felt like the biggest cock she could have taken, stretching her continuously as her cunt clenched down on Gortash’s underside and the metal.

“Gods–“, she moaned when he reached up to squeeze her breast, guiding her nipple into his mouth. “Shit–“

The orgasm washed over her without warning. Gortash moaned when her walls clamped down on him, even tighter now, and Tav’s throat croaked out hoarse cries as her head fell back in ecstasy.

“Good”, Gortash chuckled, “The aphrodisiac properties of the tincture seem to be working.”

“What the fuck–“ Tav started, tilting her head back to shoot him a look, but his fist found her hair and yanked her head back.

“Stay like this for a while”, he murmured, starting to buck his hips into her. It was unreal: Already new heat was beginning to build in her belly. Already a new set of moans flew out of her half-parted mouth.

Tav was speechless. His grip on her hair hurt, the way he pulled her backwards was firm and unrelenting, but it felt oh so sweet. Her body was eagerly meeting his thrusts again, barely come down from the high, yet already seeking that pleasure anew.

Underneath her, Gortash was beginning to pant as well, moans flying freely from his throat as his free hand wandered over her body, exploring every piece of her he could reach. Tav’s hands held onto his head, nails digging into the soft flesh of his neck. He seemed to love the way her nails occasionally broke his skin, groaning in delight every time.

Sweat started to form on her temples and between her breasts, matching the heat she was feeling throughout her body.

“Damnation, Tav”, Gortash grunted out so needily it sent a spark down her core. “I’m close. You’re… ah– too tight…”

Hearing his arousal so blatantly turned her on even more, and when he brought his mouth to her skin, licking a long stroke across her chest up to her exposed throat, she sobbed out a needy “Please”. Groaning, he brought his hand down between their legs and started to rub at her clit, her sensitive nerves responding immediately: Crying out, Tav came almost instantaneously.

Her walls spasmed around his cock, the strap-on pressing into her flesh as she clenched down on it. Gortash moaned, her orgasm pulling him over the edge with her. His cock pulsated against the metal, twitching even harder into her cunt, and it was one of the hottest things she ever felt as they both rode out their highs, panting uncontrollably until the feeling of absolute pleasure slowly subsided.

Gortash finally let go of her hair, but immediately pulled her in for a needy kiss. The tenderness surprised her, but it wasn’t exactly unwelcome – nothing seemed to be unwelcome anymore as far as he was concerned. Tav sighed, indulging herself in the sensations of his lips on her, and his tongue against hers, until they broke apart and she carefully lifted herself off of him, sitting down on his lap with his soft cock pressed between their stomachs.

“That was incredible”, Tav murmured, brushing loose hair out of his face.

“I have to agree”, he smirked, repeating the same motion with her.

They both stared at each other for a short moment, sizing each other up in silence.

“Same time tomorrow?”, Gortash eventually asked, a small smile on his lips.

Tav’s face into a grin. “Same time tomorrow. After all, one test is hardly enough to know if your… prototype really is as good as you say.”

“Thinking like a scientist, I see”, he chuckled. “I agree. Further testing is in order.” His face softened as his hand brushed over her cheek. “In all variations. With and without my invention.”

She leaned in to plant a soft kiss on his lips, and her voice was barely a whisper when she responded. “Sounds good to me.”

There were soft sighs when they kissed again, stuttering hearts, and more than one stomach full of butterflies. Even if they didn’t know it yet, the experiment seemed to be successful – in more ways than one.

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dear-ao3 · 11 months

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how i met my boyfriend - the designer axe story

as promised, since we have both now graduated the statute of limitations has expired on this story and i can now share it all with you.

some notes: ra is resident assistant and this story occurred in august of 2021. i wrote this all out the day after it happened almost 2 years ago. we did not actually start dating until october 2021 after we both realized we were in love with eachother. yes, we are still together as of may 2023.

without any further ados, the much anticipated designer axe story.

so part of RA training is that we have to make door decorations and bulletin boards for our halls and buildings. i had finished my door decks at 1 am sunday morning and the bulletin boards weren't due until 9 am monday morning. so i had all of sunday to work on it.

my building has no less than seven bulletin boards per floor and an additional 4 on the entrance floor. i dont know who the hell built this building but we need to have a serious talk about when too many bulletin boards is too many fucking bulletin boards.

so i was in charge of three on my floor. one about me, one covid policies and one sloth (his name is sam and i love him). and i am a chronic procrastinator. so i finished my about me and got through about 95% of my covid one by like 9pm and had to go back to the res life office to cut out a few more letters and get some scrapbook paper.

at this point its probably important to know that the only people on campus at this point were the RAs, some students getting mentoring training, and a few random first years here for an early arrival program. plus some staff.

now, i need you all to understand that there are 42 RAs. all of us have the same deadline. all of us had between 2 and 5 bulletin boards to complete. plus door decks. and room condition reports. so we were all moving at literally 600 frames per second, 120 miles per hour, or about as fast as a child does when they are told there's cake.

which is to say, we were all frazzled and stressed out of our minds.

so i open the door to the res life office at around 9 pm to cut out the word "but" in orange construction paper and grab 2 sheets of purple scrapbooking paper. in the office are the four RAs that were on duty that night, plus a good 7 other people are running around asking about glue sticks and construction paper and keys.

i knew that i only had my sloth board left to complete so i decided to take my sweet ass time, knowing that i was in need of a good break (and also im just a procrastinator) so i cut my letters and grabbed my paper and stood at the desk for no less than an hour talking to everyone about things like the fact that i fell out of a suitcase when i was 2 and that tamper proof lids exist because of the chicago poison pill murders and the flagship l.l. bean store in maine. it was very productive.

so i finally slink back to my dorm at around 10pm, very confident that i would finish by midnight and could watch some netflix or something before i went to bed. if only i knew what was in store for me.

i enter my dorm building and walk to the elevators. and then. one of the RAs from the third floor was like "oh saph. [another RA in the building] is looking for you."

and me, of course, didnt bring my phone to the res life office so i didnt know this.

i go up to the second floor and see one of the RAs from the second floor and another from one of the other buildings working on a bulletin board. they say "oh saph. [the same RA in the building] is looking for you."

i run up to my dorm and discover that somehow we missed the bulletin board by the downstairs elevator. seriously there's too fucking many bulletin boards. and they were asking me to do it. because they wanted to put covid policies on it.

and i know i said this story was about axe body spray. and it is. we are getting there.

so panic sets in because its 10pm and i still have two whole bulletin boards to make now. one of which i have nothing planned for. so i threw some soup in the microwave (because i had forgotten that dinner existed) and opened my laptop.

thankfully, i could reuse some of the same stuff from my own covid policies board in my common room. i just had to print it. which meant, yep you guessed it, another trip back to the res life office!!

at this point i think i had taken a grand total of at least 7 trips to the res life office that day alone. its a good 5 minute walk. not terrible, but just annoying enough that you hate yourself a little more every time that you have to do it. and now its 10:30pm. i am starving. i have two boards to complete. it was crunch time.

i make it to the office and this time i had no time to sit around and debate how popular l.l. bean is. i had policies to print and letters to cut.

as im struggling with the printer (because those fucking things can smell fear), someone else in the office starts loudly discussing timothee chalamet.

and now, this is where you want to actually pay attention because this man would be the reason i ended up only getting 4.5 hours of sleep.

said man in question is quite the character. he's in my grade and im pretty sure he's a polisci major (and maybe creative writing? there's some kind of writing) and he plays lacrosse. i dont really know how to describe him other than the fact that the first interaction i ever had with him was two years ago at freshman orientation when he complained to me in the dining hall that there was no milk for his protein powder.

that interaction is in my top 10 favorite interactions ive had in college.

but the one we are about to unpack definitely takes all of the cake.

so here i am, struggling with the printer and my tiny knock off dongle. the other RA on my floor starts discussing timothee chalamet's outfits with the protein powder RA.

and so apparently the protein powder RA worked in some major fashion designer brand corporate something or other thing over the pandemic. he told me which one but i was so shot and only thinking in construction paper and glue and staples that i didnt process any of it. but it was a fancy one. the store that is.

and so here's what happened:

me: "timothee chalamet? isn't he like, 17?"

protein powder RA and the other RA on my floor: "nah he's like 25. ive checked."

yet another RA: "yeah i just googled it."

me, a wimbo: "oh im thinking of finn wolfhard. but i dont think he's 17 either."

listen before you slam me, remember it is like 11pm and i have to still do 2 bulletin boards and we have training at 9am the next morning.

so protein powder RA pulls up some photo of timothee chalamet and starts telling me about all the brands he's wearing and i literally said "i understand all of the words that you're saying separately."

and he said "exactly!! he's just so great that when you put it all together you can't understand it!! he's just too perfect!!"

and the i made a detrimental decision.

there is life before this decision and life after.

i said "well. bring your fashion designer knowledge into the lounge and help me decide what color to cut my letters."

and he said okay.

so after severely debating the different color purples that we had and listening to the finer points of the fashion industry, i noticed something important.

he smelled like axe body spray.

see i bet you thought i forgot the point of the story. i did not.

let it be known that we are juniors in college (that's 20-21 years old if you dont know). axe is very common in middle and high school boys locker rooms. i have vivid memories of avoiding that hallway so i wouldn't be choked.

so im trying not to inhale too deeply because the smell has permeated my mask as i cut my "covid safety" letters in the color this man has dubbed "light lilac" and half listening to him talk about the fashion industry.

but i finish quickly, somehow escape the smell of axe, and grab my laptop and print outs before tagging along with the same protein powder RA and the other lax player RA back to the dorms. its now 11:15 pm. i still have 2 bulletin boards to complete. my soup is sitting in my microwave in my dorm, almost forgotten about.

halfway back from the office i realize that i forgot my dongle. i say so out loud and protein power RA says that he will go back and look because he's just that guy who likes to help. i say okay fine. and i sprint to my dorm building, drop the print outs and letters downstairs for later, and start the sloth board.

several minutes later, my soup has been inhaled, my papers glued, a sloth cut out, and im sitting in a mess of construction paper and staples in the hallway when i get a text from protein powder RA that quite simply said:

"its not there. do you need help with your boards?"

and me, being me, because i am exhausted and in need of company, say "yeah sure."

by the time he finally shows up, he's changed his outfit.

as a side note, every time ive seen this man during the last 5 days of training, he's been wearing a different outfit. oh and he works for lulu lemon. forgot to mention that.

but alas, here he came, holding my papers and reeking of axe as he walked down the hall to me, who is failing to staple a sloth to my bulletin board.

so for the next two hours i did my boards and he sat and talked. he wasn't physically helping me, but he was helping me stay awake, cause this man is a ball of fucking energy, and that was very important.

i only remember about half of what he said but essentially he was talking about how he was trying to be a better person than the one that he was freshman year. which is admirable. but he does still reek of axe.

at around 1 am i finished my last board and went upstairs to clean up. he came with me and sat on the floor and continued to talk while i cleaned up my disaster of paper and staples and glue among other things. at this point i was so relieved that i had finished that i was actually able to engage in the conversation, which was surprisingly deep and interesting.

and then. its about 1:45 am. i am about to wash my dishes so i can shower and go to bed. because remember that i need to be at training at 9 am the next morning.

and he says something about trying to be a better person again. and me, in all my sleep deprived glory, says:

drum roll

"and yet you still wear axe body spray."

and all hell broke loose.

i would like to preface by saying that he freaked out in a very joking matter and was not actually mad at me. but he was definitely disappointed and in shock. the next hour pretty much consisted of:

"are you kidding me? this is prada something something cologne and all these celebrities wear it!! how dare- it could not POSSIBLY SMELL LIKE AXE!!! well i guess its a little dry and axe is kind of dry smelling...bUT I SPENT SO MUCH ON THIS BOTTLE and the lady sold me on the larger one and it was like 150 bucks and UGH i cannot smell like axe! you know i got four compliments on how i smelled today??! and you're telling me i smell like fucking- *sniffs shirt* no! there's no way!! well i mean... no i cannot. i cannot smell like designer axe. damnit saph! im gonna have to sell this whole bottle now cause i can't use it! BUT ITS PRADA!!"

for an hour.

but it was very entertaining.

eventually i dragged him to the common room cause i needed to do my dishes and sleep and he continued ranting about it there, going as far as to call his best friend (who was asleep) and another RA and ask them if he smelled like axe. i meanwhile was laughing my ass off and 12 kinds of tired but couldn't find it in myself to care.

eventually he decided he needed yet another opinion. so he went to find the other RA on my floor, which, if you remember, is the same one who was thirsting over timothee chalamet with him in the res life office all of those fateful hours before. but that RA was nowhere to be found. so he ran down to the common room below us and scared the shit out of three freshmen.

and he asked these freshmen if he smelled like axe.

the answer was yes.

after that he left because it was 2:30 in the morning, and all the while he was yelling about how he was going to come to training tomorrow with different shirts with all his different colognes on them and have me sniff them because he couldn't smell like designer axe.

and i did the only logical thing. went upstairs to my my dorm and made him a door deck that looked like a bottle of axe that had a post it on the front that said "designer."

and so. now you all know not to buy cologne because its expensive because there's a good chance it will just end up smelling like axe.

and i didn't get to smell his other colognes because i almost passed out in training and left to take a nap. but maybe that was a blessing in disguise.

we’ve been dating for a year and seven months and just graduated college :) and in a fun twist of events, prada no longer makes that cologne anymore.

#not a tag #from saph #designer axe #saph and brad origin #bless

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izuhan · 2 years

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catching him watching you sleep ︱stray kids

pairing: boyfriend!skz x gn!reader ︱ genre: fluff ︱word count: 0.7k︱ warning: may contain grammar errors, not proofread, someone got smacked on the face and someone fell off the bed

a/n: hello again!! i was overwhelmed with how many people liked my first post so here's another one. hope you like this one too!! (tho this is such a random idea?) if you also recognized this on ig, its me lol

Chan

The moment your eyes slowly opened, he was staring at you fondly while his lips curved into a small sweet smile.

he would be surprised but would ask how was your sleep

tucks you again because he knows you're still tired and he probably woke you up from the noise he made earlier

"You should've woken me up." you said, voice muffled and a bit raspy, Chan just smiled hugging you close to his body and chuckling

"I can't do that, it's like disturbing an angel sleeping"

Lee Know

would be frozen still while he's crouching from the floor, his head leaning on both hands, forming the flower pose

"Oh? You saw nothing, go back to sleep."

it would be dark and cold, but his face was hot and still getting hotter and redder once he heard you giggle behind him

would be very embarrassed that he's caught

you would enjoy teasing him about it and would teasingly ask how often he does that

"No, I don't do it often… I don't know."

Changbin

I think he would just chuckle, or straight up laugh because he's caught, the watching time is over

he would be actually a nervous wreck that you would think it's weird, especially when you asked him why he's doing that

" I'm not upset," you would chuckle, pulling his shirt lazily, "Just surprised that you would actually do that."

and when he's finally beside you, you'd give him a peck on his cheeks and he'd return it, hugging you close

"Of course I would, you're beautiful."

Hyunjin

"Hyuj-!!"

unintentionally covers your face with his large hand to prevent the embarrassment with another embarrassment move

"No, I Uhh… don't be mad at me."

then he would release his hands and you can finally breathe properly and laugh properly

he would be really fast on moving from the floor to his hand on your face

you would tell him it was fine, but he was already too embarrassed, I think he would bury his face on your pillow or on your neck.

"I arrived early, I swear, I lost track of time because you look soft, like an angel."

Han

very much surprised, falls off the bed

"I'm fine!" he'd shout from the floor, face completely red

he would the same as Hyunjin, both lost track of time staring at your sleeping face and getting fascinated by your features

he would not listen when you tell him to get up from the floor that you'd look at him, head popping out from the bed and teasing him about it and he'd just pout all day

"Shut up, it's a way of showing affection too!"

Felix

would give you the sweetest smile when you were about to open your eyes and still, you catch up on that smile.

"Too sweet Lix, what time is it?"

I think it would be somewhat normal to the both of you, occasionally watching each other sleep.

"10pm. Sleep more sunshine, I'll sleep too."

"Then you should've slept earlier if you're tired instead of watching me sleep, geez Lixie stop being perfect will yah?"

"I can't help it, you're too lovely."

Seungmin

"Nothing, sleep."

he would say that with the book he's reading now on his lap, would cover you with the blanket you two are sharing and keep it tight to calm himself down

"Kim Seungmin, I already saw you, it wasn't nothing and it's getting hot here!"

then that's when the blanket was off you and he's back to reading, but it was still obvious he's embarrassed

"What happened with the book is it boring?"

"Kind of, you moved so I looked at you but… I couldn't stop staring."

I.N

would almost fall off the bed but managed to pull himself together and sit up straight but would be covering his face with his hands

when he would hear you giggle cutely to that, he knows it safe and you're not mad

would be too shy that he'd change the subject to how was your sleep but eventually he would talk about it shyly

tucks you to bed too, moving close to you while he would slowly drift off to sleep beside you.

"It's the time you're that peaceful… it's mesmerizing, yeah you are."

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kxyera · 4 months

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How the Ghouls spend time alone (SFW) <3

All fluff, first time i've ever wrote something like this :)

Aurora

I know for a FACT this girl can draw. She can sketch, paint, reference, shade and draw in multiple art styles. She's incredibly proud of her art (AS SHE SHOULD?!) and always draws little sketches of the other ghouls when shes bored or alone. She sometimes rips the pages out and gives it to the ghoul she drew, they always fawn over it and thank her multiple times.

Cirrus

She's a doomscroller. Enough said. She has a screen-time of over 10 hours and is not ashamed whatsoever. She also loves online shopping, she spends at least half her time scrolling to buy things she cant and will probably never afford or wear.

Cumulus

THIS. GIRL. CROCHETS. SHE IS A CROCHET QUEEN. She especially loves making stuffed animals and makes the ghouls little stuffed animals for anti-christmas and their birthdays. They're always personalised and is colour-coded to the giftee's element (EG: Fire = Red wool, Water = Blue wool, Air = White/grey wool, Earth = Green/brown wool, Quintessence = Purple). She loves the time and effort spent in making crochet projects, and absolutely adores seeing the other ghouls' face light up when they're gifted one of her projects.

Sunshine

I feel like she'd just enjoy the alone time. She'd go on walks by herself, skipping and listening to music. She just loves everything and is literally a walking ray of sun. literally.

Swiss

He definitely plays loud music and sings along to it. Other ghouls either love it or hate it, depends on what time of day/night it is. He once woke up Sodo at 2am from it. DEEPLY regretted it. Has always stopped playing music at exactly 10pm after that incident.

Sodo

Depending on his mood, he'll either practice his guitar or go on walks. He almost always practices his guitar as he thinks its the only thing that will keep him focused in on something. He plays to get his mind off of whatever happened and he'll only goes on walks when he knows he needs to properly clear his head.

Mountain

He'd be a gardening boy. His room is full of plants and he knows the exact name of every plant in his room. He'd go out to the ministry gardens and sit underneath one of the trees reading. He's a calm boy.

Rain

You bet your ass if its a rainy day he's out there running around in it. Heavy rain? He loves it. Storm? No problem. Thunder? He'll jump at the large crashes of thunder, but find it to be music to his ears. He takes daily showers and the water has to be cold. He loves cold water (especially in the mornings) and he absolutely has a rainfall shower head. His spare time is spent damp.

Phantom

This little gremlin is a walking pile of chaos. He once baked with the ghoulettes when he was bored. Its safe to say he's now officially banned from the kitchen. Everytime he has spare time alone, he instantly goes to find someone to mess about with. He also plans elaborate pranks to pull on the other ghouls in the future. Yes, he has a notebook with all these plans.

Aether

He’s the type of guy that reads a lot of old novels, always has a book on him. He *loves* H.P. Lovecraft, especially ‘Call of Cthulhu’ and could talk about it for hours by a cozy fire if he had someone to listen

#aurora ghoulette #cirrus ghoulette #cumulus ghoulette #sunshine ghoulette #swiss ghoul #sodo ghoul #mountain ghoul #rain ghoul #phantom ghoul #aether ghoul #domestic december ghost ghouls (sorta)#headcanons #ghost headcanons #ghost bc headcanons #ghost bc #kxyera’s headcanons

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juminies · 4 months

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in order to get to the heart

marriage of convenience, on occasion, is not so convenient.

♡ — jumin x original female character. small amounts of canon compliant jumin x reader, but mostly canon divergent (jumin is unhappily married prior to the start of the game). 1600 words. title from heartlines by florence + the machine.

They just say anything to each other these days.

“This façade drains me beyond comprehension,” Jumin confesses the minute he walks through the door. His fingers loop into the knot of his tie and pull it looser around his neck.

“So you say,” murmured half into a cushion tucked up to a woman’s chest as she types on her phone. “It’s not for our benefit though, is it?”

On some level, this is always how it was going to be for Jumin, he thinks. In a marriage stripped to its fragile bones. A sacrificial lamb for the sake of the corporation, for mutual social and financial gain.

He leans down to untie his shoes.

It would be untrue to say there weren’t veiled attempts, in the beginning, to love. When that didn’t work there were attempts to like. None successful, of course. Lately it’s becoming more difficult to believe this arrangement is better than any alternative. Between the two of them there is a lot of nothing.

The woman remains quiet—focused—but nods easily against the woven fabric she’s leaning into when Jumin asks, “Do you not get tired of coming home from work to find me occupying your space?”

He knows that in public they look good together. He knows that their careers slot together effortlessly. Despite what the media may suggest, however, they are human. Jumin included. The way he feels nothing for her does not match the way she feels nothing for him. The way she yells that he is robotic does not match the way he stoically calls her irresponsible.

They do not sleep together, or eat together, or do any of the romantic things Jumin wishes he hadn’t let himself privately indulge in the idea of. And it’s not that she’s not nice—she’s intelligent and beautiful and kind, when it suits her. Perfect on paper until she wasn’t. When she laughs with her chest Jumin can almost imagine a world where she smiles at him like she does others and it makes his heart weak. Part of him wishes, truly, that that was the case. In reality it feels like nothing.

It could be worse, he tells himself—repeats it like a mantra.

Concealed beneath it is fear. You could be like him. You could repeat his mistakes.

She throws her phone haphazardly onto the sofa beside her and looks up to where Jumin is standing in the doorway. He’s mostly backlit from the light in the hall, the lamp beside his wife barely grazing his features but lighting up hers in all the wrong ways. The orange glow casts unpleasant shadows over places she’s usually pretty. He should have the bulb changed to something less harsh.

“Not much we can do if you don’t want the press to kick up a huge fuss, sweetie,” she says.

The pet names are a jest he has learned to tune out.

“Will they not make a fuss over our divorce in three years’ time nonetheless?” Jumin asks. It’s hypothetical, of course. They will.

“Maybe we’ll have grown on each other by then.” Her tone is disinterested; feels almost mocking. Her phone chimes to let her know her driver is outside. “I’m going out. Shall I take my card or yours?”

“It makes little difference to me.” Jumin looks at his watch. It’s almost 10pm but he doesn’t ask where she’s going. A bar, perhaps.

“Could you adjust my necklace?”

She holds her hair up messily, and he does.

“Let me know if you need anything,” he tells her, then briefly wonders if she’ll meet someone tonight and sleep with them. He pictures her naked beneath a stranger. It feels like nothing.

She takes her own card and squeezes his bicep softly as she walks by him on the way out. She shuts the door more forcefully than is ever really necessary.

At some point Jumin suggests she move out of their—his—apartment and into the one directly below; just recently made vacant. He probably would have suggested it earlier had the apartment been available earlier, but their district of Seoul tends to be under high demand.

“I thought we agreed it was a bad idea to live separately,” she says. It’s a statement, not a question. They had done exactly that.

Jumin hums, tired. Tired from his trip and tired from trying and at some point, it seems, he has lost an indistinguishable part of himself to her for good.

“We did. Although I would say that that was long enough ago now for us both to have become quite aware that we do not do particularly well sharing the same space for considerable periods of time.”

“You’re gone a lot anyway. The place is big enough for us to avoid each other if needed, and I like it here.”

She exhales sharply; amused.

Jumin has no idea why until she adds, “More so when you’re not around, to be fair.” And that explains it, just about.

“Stay here when I am travelling if you must,” he tells her. Somewhere along the way his suggestion has morphed into more of an instruction.

“Fine. Don’t tell your father, though. Or mine.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

They buy it outright in her name, the cost split fifty-fifty. Jumin tells her to keep it all when she sells it later. She tells him she won’t.

They argue tonight, as usual, about who will be chauffeuring them to a company gala. They had agreed that Jumin’s driver would take them only for her to assert for the hundredth time at the last minute that she doesn’t trust him, though she has not legitimately spoken to him more than once and he has been working for Jumin’s family longer than she has been alive.

It’ll cause a stir if the two of them show up separately so they end up in her car, as usual. Jumin apologises to Driver Kim via text for requesting him when he wasn’t needed on the way there, and they arrive late.

The venue reminds Jumin of the last RFA party. His wife had not attended despite her invitation, so it is not proper grounds for conversation. However, when they are out like this they are a happy couple like the legal drabble says, so he says it anyway—if just to appear interested in her.

“I’m sure this is nicer than your friends’ charity get togethers,” she replies lightheartedly, and they are called over by her father before Jumin can retaliate.

The façade stays firm for the remainder of the event. Jumin can easily distinguish her fake laugh from her real one, and he can tell when she forgets who he is for a moment and touches him a little more tenderly than either of them really mean.

They are silent on the drive home. They are silent in the elevator, until it stops one floor below Jumin’s penthouse. “Goodnight,” he says. “Sleep well.”

“You don’t have to say that, you know,” she counters, and smiles softly as the doors slide shut between them. “Not when it’s just me.”

Elizabeth the 3rd is snoring softly when he unlocks his door, and it is the only sound he can hear. He basks in the bliss of having nobody around when he is already so mentally exhausted, and takes out his phone to see it’s just after midnight and Yoosung has opened a chat room.

He enters it, multitasking as he changes his clothes and brushes his teeth. His cat patters into the room and jumps up beside him when he perches on the edge of his bed. She smells frustratingly like perfume and something oddly like guilt threatens Jumin with a dull blade.

Wait!! says Luciel. Think someone entered the chat room.

Jumin checks. There is a name on his screen he doesn’t recognise.

Odd.

Who are you? Identify yourself.

“Jumin. It’s me,” your voice is soft and bubbly; maybe a little nervous but still pleasant on his ears. An intriguing introduction. He almost finds himself chuckling.

Jumin moves the phone from his ear and glances down at your name again, just to be certain he’s not imagining things, then focuses in on the plainness of the wall in front of him.

“I hope you realise blurting out ‘It’s me’ is not a proper way to identify yourself to the person on the other end of the line.”

He had hesitated briefly before telling you he is married. Now he has known you for five days and whatever he’s feeling is somehow, ridiculously, already far greater than any emotion he has ever felt towards his wife.

He invites her out for dinner at their usual restaurant the following evening, and she tells him if he has something to discuss with her she would rather keep it simple. As an alternative he invites her to the penthouse and opens a bottle of wine he knows she likes. When she arrives her hair is tied up experimentally and she is wearing a new shade of lipstick. She surprises him when she actually accepts his offer to pour her a glass.

“I am going to talk with my father,” Jumin says, and she knows what he means. It’s only later that he will find out she had already brought it up with hers. “For what it’s worth, however, I apologise that it ended up like this.”

“Me too,” she agrees. Jumin notices the light catch a glassiness in her eyes as she continues, “If I could have loved you, I would have.”

She stays for a few hours and it is the most sincere time they have spent together in three years.

That night, Zen has a dream.

#mystic messenger #jumin han #jumin x reader #anyway. [replaces your sarah choi]#I just love putting him in situations 🩷#I gave the oc lore in my head even though I'll very likely never write about her again #her name is yeeun kwon and she's the daughter of a chaebol family that chairman han has close connections to :)#I didn't share anything about her in this on purpose though #something something narrative #annfic

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