#sex shop/hardware store!au

[lilyan-art]

Summer is almost over but I still have things from a couple of months ago to keep the mood alive xD

Cheesy beach date from my beloved Sex Shop/Hardware Store AU from @acrookedtouchofficial ‘s discord server 🥰

This checks a lot of boxes:

- Playing dress up with them ✔️

- Astarion being a cat ✔️

- The boys being happy and in love ✔️

[ddagent]

"Requital"

Aziraphale/Crowley | Retail AU | FR18 | 5,974 words     On the first of every month, landlord Aziraphale Fell collects rent from the shop next door. On the first of every month, Crowley - tired of Aziraphale keeping him at arm's length - tries to pay his rent with sex. It's the infamous Crowley-pays-for-rent-with-sex AU, inspired by 2.01! Thank you to everyone who voted for this idea to be written, and for the brilliant @waitingtobebroken who arm-twisted me into writing it today.

Unlike most other London landlords, Aziraphale Fell didn’t actually like being one. He didn’t care for the title, the responsibility – he certainly had no need for the money. In his mind, there was only one single benefit to being landlord of the shop next door: on the first of every month, he had a guaranteed, completely legitimate excuse to see him. Crowley.

They had known each other since they were teenagers: Aziraphale’s mother sold her antiquities; Crowley’s father paid a small sum in rent each month to let his hardware store. For a time, they had been inseparable. Sneaking through basement doors, hiding in dusty corners, sprawling out over the back room. Of course, Aziraphale had been hideously in love with him. Crowley was effervescent: bright and gorgeous and lovely. Tucked up in the flat above the bookshop, Aziraphale dreamed that one day they might run shops side-by-side – together. But their friendship had come to an abrupt end when Crowley’s father had found the pair covered in dust on the floor of his stockroom.

Aziraphale’s mother had not said much. Simply: “The Crowleys are our tenants. We do not fraternize with those who are indebted to us.”

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[loveroftoomanyfandoms]

It's Always Been Us - Michael Kinsella x Reader (Chapter 3 - Michael)

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Michael Kinsella x F!Reader

Story Summary: The continuing saga of Michael and Reader from Michael's PoV, starting with the morning after It's Always Been You.

Warnings/Tags for entire story: S2E7 & S2E8 AU, Oral sex (m & f receiving), p in v sex (like... a lot of it -- these two have 20 years to make up for), past attempted non-con (if you've seen S2 you know what's up), other additional tags to be added as we go along.

Word Count: ~2400 for this chapter

A/N: And we're back with part 1 of Mikey and Reader's big date! Enjoy!

Michael took a deep breath as he walked back down Y/N's driveway. He honestly hadn't expected their conversation with Anna to go nearly as well as it had, but thankfully Anna had ultimately agreed to stay away from Bren.

What Michael wasn't pleased about was the newfound knowledge that no matter how much he had tried to protect Y/N from his father's predatory ways, Bren had still managed to get his hands on her. 

As he had sat and listened to Y/N recount her trauma, it had taken every ounce of self-control he had to not go hunt Bren down and kill the bastard right then and there. The only reason Michael was sticking to the plan was because he finally felt like he was at least getting a chance to be happy, and he didn't want to fuck that up by going back to prison for killing his father in broad daylight.

He shook his head. He had a lot to do in order to prepare for his and Y/N's date and not a lot of time in which to get it all done, so he needed to focus.

He had already made dinner reservations online, so next on his list was flowers.

Florist Dublin, he typed into the search bar on his phone's web browser, scrolling through the list of results until he found a nearby flower shop within walking distance that also happened to conveniently be located next door to a wine shop.

As he walked there, he grinned to himself at the thought of possibly having gotten to take Y/N out as teenagers, a bright smile blooming on her face as Michael shyly handed her a single red rose upon picking her up for their first date.

"Good afternoon," the clerk, an older lady with gray hair, said as he entered the shop. "May I help ya, sir?"

"Err, ah, yes, ma'am," Michael replied, looking around at the different arrangements. "I'm lookin' fer some flowers."

The clerk let out a gentle laugh. "Well, ya've certainly come to tha right place, dearie. What's tha occasion?"

"Well, it's fer a date." Michael couldn't help but smile. "A firs' date, actually, but she's been my best friend fer years." 

The clerk nodded in understanding. "Do you know wha' kind a' flowers she likes?"

Michael thought for a moment. In all his years of knowing Y/N he actually had never known her to have mentioned receiving flowers from anyone. "Actually, no."

"Okay, in tha' case, maybe roses? It's a classic tha' never goes out 'a style." The clerk pulled out a binder, flipping through it briefly before turning it to face Michael then pointing at the photograph of a bouquet of roses. "Perhaps a mix of yellow and white then, symbolizing friendship and new beginnings."

Michael nodded. "That sounds grand. How soon can ya have it done?"

"Luckily we keep plenty of roses on hand, so… twenty minutes or so?"

"Perfect." Michael paid for the flowers then popped into the wine shop next door to look for a bottle of champagne while he waited for the bouquet to be ready, then on a whim he went into the hardware store across the street to look for some LED candles.

He collected his purchases and headed home, putting the roses in some water to keep them fresh until the evening.

He marked them off of his to-do list then smiled as a text from Y/N arrived. Ya busy? 

Nah, not really, Michael replied. Just straightening up around the house.

Good, because I need some help deciding what to wear. 

A new message arrived, this one with an attachment.

Michael's throat went dry as he opened it. Fuckin' hell.

Y/N had sent several photos of herself modeling various lingerie sets, the marks Michael had left on her proudly on display. 

Michael swallowed before replying. Honestly, pet, ya look beautiful in all of them.

Mmm, so that means surprise ya, then?

One more photo arrived. Y/N was topless in this one, her left arm strategically covering her breasts.

Michael huffed out a breath, fighting to keep all of his blood from rushing south. Keep that up and we won't even make it to dinner.

Maybe that's what I'm counting on.

Michael grinned. Patience, pet. You're definitely gonna need your strength for later tonight.

Mmm, I'm looking forward to it. 

Me too. See ya soon, love.

Michael stuck his phone back in his pocket and finished unloading his purchases, putting the champagne in his refrigerator before setting the candles up.

He headed upstairs, changing the covers on his bed before going to take another shower.

As he stood under the hot spray of water, his mind drifted back to the photos Y/N had sent him earlier that day.

He could picture her spread out beneath him, little whimpers and moans escaping her lips as Michael slowly peeled whichever lingerie set she had chosen to wear off of her then kissed and marked his way down her body to her warm, waiting core --

He shook his head. He was already running a bit behind, he didn't have time for shower fantasies at the moment.

He hurried through his shower then pulled on a suit before drying and styling his hair.

He examined himself in the mirror. The last time he had worn a suit had been at Jamie's funeral over a year ago.

Y/N was one of the few people who had always known the truth -- that Michael, not Jimmy, had been Jamie's biological father -- and had agreed to accompany Michael to the funeral despite Amanda's explicit demands for a private service attended only by family.

Y/N may not be a Kinsella in name , Birdy had said when Amanda had protested Y/N's presence, but she is family. She has every right to be here as the rest of us.

After the service, Y/N had gone back to Michael's with him and held him as he had privately cried over the loss of his son. "I'm here fer ya, love, ya can let it out," she had murmured into his ear while gently stroking his hair. "I know, it's okay, I'm here, I've got ya."

Once Michael had cried himself out Y/N had pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead and gotten up from Michael's sofa.

He had assumed she had been getting ready to leave but instead she had returned with a warm, wet washcloth and gently wiped the tears from Michael's face before grabbing a blanket and covering the both of them up. 

"I'm not goin' anywhere," she had said after Michael had said as much. "Not as long as ya need me here wit' ya."

In hindsight, Michael was surprised that he hadn't confessed his love for her that day. The emotions that had been rolling around in him had been a strange mix of grief over the loss of Jamie combined with his love for Y/N and gratitude for the comfort she brought to him. 

He shook his head. He wasn't going to dwell on the regrets of the past, he was going to focus on his future with Y/N. 

He made sure he had his keys and wallet then headed downstairs, grabbing the bouquet of roses as the cab he had called for pulled up.

"Good evenin'," the cab driver said as Michael climbed in. "Where ta?"

Michael gave Y/N's address. "And then 1900 Bar and Restaurant."

The cabbie nodded and input the addresses into his GPS. "Alrigh', we'll have ya at yer firs' location in a jif'."

Michael sat back as the cab began to move, and a couple of minutes later, the cab pulled up to Y/N's.

Michael opened the door. "I'll be right back."

He walked up to Y/N's door and rang the bell, butterflies beginning to flutter in his stomach.

He could hear Y/N's heels clicking across the floor as she approached the door, and after a brief pause, the door opened.

Michael's heart skipped a beat.

Y/N looked breathtaking in a long black dress with a slit up the side and a top that covered her chest and wrapped around her neck, hiding the love bites Michael had left on her the night before.

…As beautiful as she looked in it, Michael couldn't wait to get her out of it later.

He mentally shook his head. Dinner first, then dessert.

A slow smile spread across Y/N's lips. "Hello, love."

Michael smiled back at her. "Ya look mesmerizin', pet." 

He held the roses out. "These are fer ya."

Y/N took the bouquet. "Oh Mikey, they're beautiful."

Michael rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "Tha, uh, tha woman a' tha shop said they symbolize friendship and new beginnin's."

Y/N gave him a kiss on the cheek. "I absolutely love 'em. Let me go pop 'em in some water before we go."

Michael nodded. "Okay."

He waited as she went to put her flowers into a vase, then they headed to the waiting cab.

He opened the door for her and gestured for her to get in. "Ladies firs'."

He waited for Y/N to get in then slid in after her, taking her hand as the car began to move once again.

Y/N smiled over at him. "By the way, ya look amazin' too, love."

Michael grinned. "Thank ya. So how was yer afternoon?"

Y/N shrugged. "It was grand. Went ta tha grocer's and finished up some housework, then got ready fer our date. How was yers?"

"Same. Ran some errands then got ready fer tonigh'." Michael gave Y/N's hand a soft squeeze. "Ya have no idea how many times I've imagined gettin' ta take ya out on a date. I still can't believe I'm actually gettin' tha chance."

"Me too." Y/N squeezed his hand back. "I never thought ya'd feel tha same way about me as I feel about ya."

Michael shook his head. "I've loved ya fer a long time, pet."

They rode in comfortable silence the rest of the way to the restaurant.

After thanking their driver, Michael slid out of the car then extended his hand to Y/N. 

Y/N took it and stepped out, a beautiful smile across her face.

Michael opened the door to the restaurant and they walked in.

"Good evenin', welcome to that 1900," the maitre'd said as they approached the host stand. "Do ya have a reservation with us?"

Michael nodded. "Fer 6:30. Name's 'Kinsella'."

The maitre'd tapped on a computer screen. "Ah, yes, sir. Righ' this way."

He escorted them to a private table near the bar. "Here we are. Yer server'll be righ' wit' ya."

Michael nodded as he pulled Y/N's chair out for her. "Thank ya."

Y/N smiled up at Michael as she sat. "So gentlemanly. Thank you, love."

Michael sat across from her with a grin. "Yer' welcome, pet."

He looked around. "This is nice."

Y/N nodded as she opened her menu. "Yeah, I've heard good things."

A few seconds later their server walked up to pour them each a glass of water and take their drink orders.

After they had gone, Y/N gave Michael a cheeky grin. "So… Michael, tell me a bit abou' yerself."

Michael chuckled and took a sip of his water. "Well, I'm widowed with a 16-year-old daughter, I spent 8 years in prison, and I'm hopelessly in love wit' my childhood best mate, who's tha mos' beautiful woman I've ever met both inside and out."

Y/N let out a light laugh. "Hmm, well okay, I can work wit' tha'."

Michael gestured to her. "Your turn. Tell me about yerself."

"Well, I've never been married and have no children but I do have a sort-of niece tha's always been more like a daughter ta me, and I'm also hopelessly in love wit' my childhood best mate, who is the sweetest, kindest, mos' caring, loving, and handsome man I've ever clapped eyes on."

Michael grinned as their server came to deliver their drinks and take their orders. "Glad ta see we have somethin' in common then."

Y/N shot him a wink. "Few things."

Michael shook his head. "Seriously though, love, thank ya for always bein' there fer me."

Y/N bit her lip, then nodded. "Yer' my best mate and one of tha mos' important people in my life, Mikey. Nothin's ever gonna change tha'."

Michael nodded back. "I feel tha same way about ya too, pet."

Their conversation flowed easily throughout dinner, switching back and forth from their usual jokes and good-natured ribbing with each other to more serious topics, like Y/N's latest shifts at the hospital and their discussion with Anna earlier that day.

Michael was still curious what Y/N had spoken privately to her about, but believed Y/N when she had said that Anna was fine physically and that if she had been in any sort of danger that Y/N would let him know.

After they had eaten and he had paid the check, he bit his lip with a smile. "So I was wonderin', uh, would ya be interested in continuin' tha evenin' by comin' over ta my place fer a nightcap?"

Y/N grinned as she pretended to think. "Well, I don' normally go home wit' someone on tha firs' date," she replied, "but we've been gettin' on so well tha' I don' see the harm in one drink."

Michael stood and held his hand out to her. "Shall we, then?"

Y/N stood as well and took his offered hand. "Yeah, let's go."

They headed outside and hailed a cab, then were on their way back to Michael's.

Michael's stomach fluttered in anticipation as they pulled up to his house. 

He took Y/N's hand as they stepped out of the cab. "Well, here we are."

Y/N gave his hand a little squeeze as they walked up the driveway to Michael's front door. "Jus' so ya know, this has been tha bes' firs' date I've ever been on."

Michael smiled. "Yeah, fer me too."

He unlocked the door and led her inside, hoping that the rest of their evening would go just as well.

[princesscolumbia]

Oh! Oh, wow, it's been, what, a year since I've seen one of these asks float across my feeds?

*cracks knuckles*

Okay, so I threw this list together a while back when someone asked for some Modern AU fics. Authors may be problematic, maybe not. Fics may or may not be to your taste. The only thing they have in common is I binged the entire danged pile of them in less than 3 weeks amidst a TON more that weren't AUs. If you're interested in more canon-compliant stuff, I recommend checking out @n7punk as they have a whole series of fics that fit in and around canon as well as having so many AU works you'll wonder how they have time to breath let alone write all that. As with any good reading binge, any of these can make a good jumping off point from the tags on AO3 to other fics that are similar:

Catradora Modern AUs

Dumb little piece of holiday fluff that'll have you giggling and loving it

High School AU, two useless lesbians texting in the night (it's got a sequel)

Modern AU with a twist, Adora and Catra are aliens (sequels)

Firefighter AU

Fanfic that's also a webcomic

Popstar AU, imagine Catra as Taylor Swift but gay (sequels)

The Office AU

Mafia AU with a twist, The Alliance are immortals

Fitness Club AU

College Roommates/Stealth Coffee Shop AU

Oh my god they were ROOMMATES!

AU Gumbo, literally so many in one fic I lost count

Modern Polyamory AU

Spiderverse AU

Disney Parks AU

Star Trek AU

Omegaverse University AU

Another High School AU

Long Distance Relationships are Hard

Hockey AU (sequel)

Flirty Waitress Catra/Lesbian Disaster Adora AU

Urban Fantasy AU

Adora Works At A Sex Shop (Do You Need More Than That?!)

Corporate Heiress Adora/Ex-Assassin Bodyguard Catra modern AU

Celestial AU (KINDA stretching the "Modern AU" request with this one, but I consider it required reading)

Popstar AU, but with Adora as the popstar

It's literally titled, "Just Friends"

Werewolf AU

Movie Theater AU

There are Many Benefits to Being a Marine Biologist

Drunk dial AU

Soulmates AU (No, wait, come back, this one does worldbuilding!)

Witness Protection AU

Near Future AU

Liar, Liar AU

Apartment...AU? (it works, I promise)

Fitness Club AU...yes, another one

Country Girl/Rocker AU

Another Firefighter AU...I've got a type, OK?!

Goin' to the Hardware Store

You're gonna need tissues and a support group

Fake Dating AU

BDSM AU (I warned you about spicy)

I heard you like She-ra, so I put some She-ra in your She-ra Modern AU fanfic

In on a technicality; it has She-ra characters on modern Earth

Special mention:

Any Version of Reality

A SERIES of fics set in a variety of AUs, most of which are a variety of "modern"

Can you guys point me to some really good catradora fics?

[someone-worth-racing-for]

Alright. Yesterday, I have got a very great request I seriously already love while just thinking about it and I'm so planning to write! 😉

It's an AU, Carlos and Lando are flat mates and just besties. Lando works way too much and gets some kind of burnout as result. Carlos forces him to stay at home and one day, while Carlos is at work, Lando gets a package, which is actually for Carlos but like the curious boy he is, he can't stop himself from opening it and finds a.. pink dildo inside 👀

Why am I telling you about this now?

Because that request made me smile twice yesterday (oh god my boyfriend would kill me if he would know that I share this story here with you 😅)

However, first I have laughed of course when I have got that request (not because it's not good - it's actually even perfect!) and second when we got two packages yesterday.

One was from an online sex shop my boyfriend has ordered from and I haven't known about. Guess what was inside 👀 And the other package I have ordered. It was from a hardware store, cause I ran out of nails and some tools the other day 😂 So my boyfriend orders sex toys and I order nails and tools 🤣

I'm sorry if this little story right here isn't as hilarious for you as it was for me yesterday (it actually still is) but it was so funny when I opened the package and I have actually expected a mallet inside and not a pink dildo 😂 and it was also so fitting to the request 😅

[arsnovacadenza]

Napoleon Birthday Headcanons (Modern AU with some Jeanpoleon)

This is my scenario for my Jeanpoleon modern AU centered around Napoleon’s birthday. It’s not very well-structured, but I hope you’ll all enjoy it nonetheless!

Rated T for some stuff towards the end

It's a lazy morning on August 15, and Napoleon wakes up from bed and pads into the living room .

He plops on the sofa and Cherie climbs on his chest, Napoleon thinks it's just going to be another ordinary day, birthday or no.

Jean finds his boyfriend sprawled on the couch and brings him breakfast large enough for two. In one bowl. 

Napoleon asks "Eating together from the same plate? That's awfully sweet of you."

The younger man simply stares at him, confused.

"I thought you enjoyed this sort of thing. It makes our relationship more 'intimate', you say."

"Hmm, true. But why so suddenly?"

Jean tilts his head. "It's your birthday. I wanted to do something different for you, so...."

Napoleon blinks. "Oh, you actually remembered. Did I remind you somehow?"

Jean blushes and thinks: 'No, dumbass. I remember the date because I use it as my password a lot.'

Napo isn't the type to remind people about his birthday. Nor does he expect anyone to celebrate it (not that he doesn't get multiple celebrations since he's very popular).

But for once, Jean wants to give him a different experience instead of just partying.

Jean himself prefers to stay at home, but he's made up his mind to make a new memory with Napoleon today.

And besides....he's got a mission to accomplish.

"I know it's not much, but for today, I'll do any favor you ask of me."

"Anything?"

"Anything"

"Just for today?"

'Not really'. Jean thinks. 'I’m not sure I can be the reliable person that you’ll always need, but I swear that I’ll be at your service until they carry me to my grave.” 

So, he settles with "You already know the answer." He blushes, and it makes Napo's heart stop.

Jean knows he needs to coax Napo into going out of their apartment, since favors can mean anything from him paying all their bills (which isn't very Napoleon-ish), or have sex all day long. The latter is tempting, but Jean thinks that can wait.

But turns out he doesn't have to, since Napoleon is already rising from the couch.

He flashes the biggest shit-eating grin Jean has ever seen.

"Oh, there's something I need to do in town. But you're driving today."

Jean eagerly nods and they get ready to leave.  Napoleon empties the car, clearing junk from the seat and making the interior much more spacious.

Jean is puzzled but is given no explanations.

"What are you planning?" 

Napoleon smiles. "We'll see."

The first place they go to is the electronics store. Napoleon eagerly walks to the back and points at a bread maker machine. He calls the store attendant over. They talk a bit and Napoleon immediately announces he'd like to buy the model.

"By the way," he inquires the attendant (who is absolutely entranced by Napoleon). "I believe you have special discounts for members born in August?"

Napoleon shows his membership card at the cashier and they get a special birthday discount for the bread maker machine.

And it's not just at the hardware store. They go to a classy department store and Napo makes use of a birthday deal to buy an expensive suitcase.

They walk out of a bookstore with Napo dragging a trolley full of books, this time purchased with a special birthday gift card + membership deals.

"Sorry, Jean. It looks like you're sticking with me on a personal shopping spree."

Jean watches Napoleon as he exploits birthday discounts and freebies at every store they visit.

People stare as they walk around toting shopping bags from different stores like a pair of socialite middle-aged moms.

But Napoleon triumphant smile is worth it, Jean thinks.

It's sundown by the time Napoleon has exploited all of his birthday discounts. (There must be more, Jean thinks. His scrupulous boyfriend's probably restraining himself not to drain his bank account.)

It's still hot outside, but the air conditioner inside their car is comforting. Napoleon stares at the setting sun, humming an unfamiliar tune off-key. 

"This is not the way to our apartment. Where are you taking us?"

"You'll see." Jean smiles.

They arrive at the beach. Jean boldly takes Napoleon's hand in his and leads him to the seaside cafe.

"Jean? Have you been planning this—" 

Then he spots Sebastian, Yukari, and Isaac, waving at them from the shore. 

"Merde," Napoleon gasped, his face red and smiling.

It turns out that the three have been planning to surprise Napoleon with a dinner by the ocean. Jean, naturally, was asked to distract the birthday boy for the entire day. It was an intimate party, with friends wishing him well and Yukari enthusiastically taking pictures for her Instagram and blog.

Long afterward, they finally part and the other three head to Sebastian's car since Isaac is carpooling with them. Before returning to their van, Napoleon invites Jean to enjoy the night air and gaze at the stars.

"Thank you, Jean. For accompanying me the entire day. And for the party, too." He gazed at his boyfriend lovingly. "But there's one little favor left I want to ask of you. That is if you want to help me cap off the day on a perfect note."

"What is it?"

Napo produces a tiny square foil from inside his pocket. "Think you're up for it?" 

Jean was relieved that it was Saturday. They should be able to drive home the next morning. "So that's what the spare lube in the glove compartment is for."

Tagging: 

@kisara-16, @thedollarstoresatan, @kissmetwicekissmedeadly, @nad-zeta, @delicateikemenmemes, @lulu-the-hedgehog, @ikesensrandomninjagirl24, @longingkisses, @weird-profiterole, @napoleonstan, @nafeary, @ashavazesa, @hokkaido-fox, @nuclearwinterexe

[nickelkeep]

I wrote a lot of Destiel this year! LOL! These are the 26 Fics that I’ve written live on the @profoundnet Discord Server! (18+ Server, no hate, you can join here.) Listed in chronological order, like the other master list, they’ll be labeled with AU or Canon, ratings, and any necessary warnings. Because there’s so many, I’ll list the prompt that I used for it, and the person who suggested it (if someone did and they’re on Tumblr!)

Personal Quality Assurance - AU - 8,516 words - Explicit The OG prompt. Cas makes Dildos. Dean purchases one. Sexy meet-cute.

More Than a Feeling - AU - 5,284 words - Explicit For PB’s Favorite Fairy, Aleeliah: Dean and Cas like to travel. They fill up the Impala, grab their things... And get discounts by pretending to be a couple.

Like the Angel - AU - 9,605 words - Explicit TW: Homophobic Language For Umbrie: Imagine Teacher!Cas with a student who has a crush on him. The crush’s rival? Mr. Winchester, a classmate’s dad.

Bring Me Healing - AU - 5,978 words - Explicit For @darmysasagiri: The succubus and incubus root words are not gender-based but succubus=bottom incubus=top. So the idea is drunk wizard/mage Cas or Dean summons a succubus and gets power-bottom-succubus!

Some Pacific Wind - AU - 10,858 words - Explicit TW: Heavy Dom/Sub, Subdrop For @hartlessfiction: picture prompt from Tumblr that read:"There's a gay bar in my city and they're trying to get a new roof. So their slogan for the donations is 'Like all good bottoms, we've worn out our top' and I just felt that I needed to share that."

Edge of Paradise - Canonverse - 3,184 words - Explicit For Aleeliah, again!: Combination of a PB botstat (Dean is watching Dr. Sexy, Cas has his fingers in Dean’s Mouth, Sam has just walked in on Cas and Dean Boning) and their own personal request of Cas in panties.

Faithfully - AU - 7,043 words - Explicit TW: Alcohol Use, mentions of recreational drug use. For @drawlight:  Fact: Dean is desperately, horribly, absolutely in love with Cas. Also Fact: He should never have agreed to play Never Have I Ever while drinking. Especially not when the questions turn to sex and love and the questions start to hit a little too close to home.

Nothing You Confess - Canonverse - 5,204 words - Explicit For @mishalocked24: (Based on their twitter post) *No-lines episode for Cas. Dean is focused on a book, looking for a spell to lift the curse* "I love you." Cas says for the first time, staring at his profile. "I always have. I always will." Dean turns a page. "I love you, Dean." Cas closes his eyes; Dean can't hear him.

Paradise by the Dashboard Light - 6,768 words - Explicit For arielaquarial: Based on their own misadventure of trying to pull a dent out of their car and not having a plunger for the hot water/plunger trick, but using a dildo instead.

What About Us? - AU - 9,417 words - Mature TW: Infidelity (not Dean/Cas) For @elizasugarcane: Based on the Twitter Exchange where two ladies found out they were dating the same guy, dumped his ass, then ended up together. Destiel-fied.

Stay With Me - AU - 7,080 words - Explicit TW: Implied Homophobia Self-service Fic! Based on the news that “There Was Only One Bed!” happened in real life and added in the news about people trying backtrack and become Revisionist HIstorians with the Lovers of Modena.

Something So Magic - AU - 5,176 words - Teen TW: Brief Animal Attack/Animal Fight scene For @cryptomoon: I asked for a random prompt, and Crypto asked for Dean getting adopted by a cat. So how about some Familiar!Cas?

‘Cause My Monsters Are Real - AU - 7,091 words - Teen For @jemariel: photo prompt, but it's one people are familiar with: 'our humans are sleeping in bunk beds and we have to share the space under' aka: 'there's only one under-the-bed.'

And These Monsters Can Fight - AU - 6,325 words - Explicit Also for @jemariel, the continuation of ‘Cause My Monsters Are Real.

Carry Me Home - AU - 7,083 words - Explicit For Lily on PB: Cas watches a youtube vid on how to fix something around the house. Then because it was such an easy fix that he thought would be really hard and the youtube vid was so good AND the guy in the youtube vid is super hot, he binges the channel before going to the hardware store to get the supplies to fix the problem.......guess who owns the store? 

Like a Burning Flame - AU - 8,259 words - Explicit TW: Dom/Sub, Bad BDSM Etiquette For @unforth: a simple and sexy prompt, Uniform Kink and Panty Kink. 

To Confess - Canonverse - 8,491 words - Explicit For @idaaeri and @darmysasagiri: Darmys asked for Fake Relationship/Getting back together. Ida gave me the idea of Case Fic. (Funny story, I flipped this trope before I wrote the actual trope.)

Talk to Me Now - AU - 9,031 words - Explicit For @notfunnydean​: A Craig’s List “They Were Roommates” image prompt, and Dean asked for it to be an Enemies to Friends to Lovers fic.

Stuck in the Middle With You - Canonverse - 5,749 words - Explicit For @canadduh: They shared a video of two guys stuck in a finger trap, and asked for it to be Destiel-fied.

What I Thought I Knew - AU - 7,549 words - Mature TW: Dub-Con Kiss For Destielr, on PB: Based on the gif from Looking where Kevin pushes Patrick, who is working, against the wall and kisses him.

Slice of Your Pie - AU - 6,955 words - Mature TW: Severe Homophobia, Gender Issues, Straight up Sexism. Many people on PB requested another fic based on the “Alone on Thanksgiving” Craig’s List Post.

Shiver  - AU - 5,714 words - Explicit TW: Car Accident A part of @notfunnydean​‘s 2019 SPN Advent Calendar. Prompt was Blizzard. Of course, they get snowed in.

Chandeliers of Hope - AU - 6,921 words - Mature TW: Drinking, Recreational Drug Use A part of @notfunnydean​​‘s 2019 SPN Advent Calendar. Prompt was Mistletoe Kiss! I wanted a Christmas themed D&D Game. Shenanigans ensue.

A Cold, Dark Winter’s Night - AU - 7,813 words - Explicit A part of @notfunnydean​​‘s 2019 SPN Advent Calendar. Prompt was Secret Santa.

You Make it Feel Like Christmas - Canonverse - 7,473 words - Explicit A part of @notfunnydean​​‘s 2019 SPN Advent Calendar. Prompt was Last Minute Christmas shopping.

Auld Lang Syne - AU - 7,071 words - Teen Self-indulgent Fic, with a side of New Year’s Eve. (I asked my readers if they wanted a New Year’s Fic.) Based on the Thai Cornetto Ad. Holy Crap. Twenty-six fics. The series is continuing into 2020, so I hope you’ll join in!

[excindrela]

12 Days of Demon Ayno- Day 1

Supernatural AU

Pairing: demon! Ayno (Noh YoonHo) VAV x Female Reader

Genre: F L U F F

Warnings: None. No, seriously. (For once)

Word Count: 1191

AN: Welcome to the 12 Days of Demon Ayno! It’s the Holiday Season, so this is gonna get F L U F F Y!! So so Fluffy! ...but don’t worry, you’ll get your smut! Promise!! (demon! Ayno is not quitting his day job) So, obvs this is coming in installments: some are very short and others are longer. I love feedback- so if there’s something you like, or something you want to see- tell me!! If you’re new to demon! Ayno, he showed up here in Summoned, and then again at Thanksgiving. I hope you enjoy spending the season with him!

12 Days: Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7 | Day 8 | Day 9

Prologue

Back somewhere around the middle of November, you noticed that Ayno seemed restless, and it occurred to you that leaving him cooped up in your apartment all day while you were at work was rather like leaving a wild animal in a small cage.  So, you had started taking him out for walks around the gentrifying downtown that your apartment building sat in.

Within walking distance, there was a small park with a duck pond and trees, the main library, and the main City Square. The surrounding streets were filled with small shops and restaurants, some businesses, and other warehouses that had been converted to apartments like yours. Ayno learned his way around quickly, and was truly delighted the day you took him to the hardware store to get him his own key to the apartment.

By early December, Ayno had settled into a comfortable life. After he made your breakfast, and sent you off to work, he would clean the apartment and then go wander around downtown. He liked sitting in the park watching the ducks and squirrels, and hanging out at the library. You were surprised about that until you found out that Ayno was fluent in nine languages, including Dimoori Sheol (the demon language) and Enochian (the language of angels). He turned out to be a voracious reader, and when you got him a library card so he could bring books home you’d have thought he won the lottery. He had a Starbucks card so he could get the iced coffees he’d grown so fond of, and you gave him pocket money every week, but had no idea what he did with it because he never seemed to buy anything, despite his wandering through the shops. You assumed he wasn’t causing any problems because there were no reports of mayhem on the news, and no one was trying to arrest him.

For his part, Ayno was perfectly happy. He was impervious to outside temperatures, so the chilly fall weather didn’t bother him in the slightest. Human watching had become his favorite pastime. Occasionally his demon nature did take over by doing innocuous things like causing traffic lights to skip certain lanes, and re-arranging “The Library Recommends” displays to include the writings of the Marquis de Sade, the Kama Sutra, Joy of Sex and 50 Shades of Gray.

On The 1st Day of Christmas: Ayno Discovered Hallmark Christmas Movies

It wasn’t even mid-December and the temperature had already dropped a good 10-15 degrees, the last of the fall leaves had been blown from the trees, and the sky was looking like it was going to make sure you had a white Christmas whether you wanted one or not.

While you were always happy to get home to Ayno, the fact that his body burned at the un-natural temperature of 140 made him especially nice to cuddle up to. It also didn’t hurt that Ayno’s ability to make perfect pancakes was not a fluke- he was actually an excellent cook. Generally, by the time you got home, he had at least prepped dinner, and often the apartment was filled with the delightful smell of whatever he was making already in the oven. But neither of those things had happened tonight.

You heard the TV on when you came in, so you changed into yoga pants and a sweatshirt and headed for the living room. There was Ayno, sitting in the corner of the couch, legs tucked up under him, a box of Kleenex sitting next to him, and a pile of used ones on the floor in front of him. He was fixated on the screen where some 90’s B-list actress (that you recognized, but didn’t know the name of) was talking to some generic clean-cut but slightly rugged guy (who also looked vaguely familiar- but you couldn’t place him) on the snowy street corner of Anytown, USA; when the guy’s not-quite-attractive tot ran up to announce that they were lighting the tree in town square. “Ayno, what are you watching?” you inquired.

“Oh! That is Ashley. She is a lawyer in a city. I don’t know which city, but it looked big. The man is Connor. He was Ashley’s boyfriend until she went away to become a lawyer. She never came back, so he married someone else- but she got cancer and died. I do not understand why the 4th House of the zodiac seems to kill humans. Hanna is their offspring. Ashley’s dad had a heart attack, so she had to come home to help him. Connor is still in love with her and wants her to stay in this town and help him run the inn, but Ashley says she has to go back to the city, but I do not think she wants to leave.”

Oh no. No. “Ayno? What channel is this on?” you asked suspiciously.

“44.”

“44?”

“The one with the crown on it.”

“Oh my God! Are you watching Hallmark Christmas movies?!”

“Maybe?” he shrugged. Judging by the pile of used Kleenex on the floor, this was not his first one.

Your stomach growled. “I assume you have not made dinner?”

“No. I did not.” He said sheepishly. “Perhaps we could order pizza?”

“You don’t like pizza.” You reminded him.

“No, but you do! I do not actually have to eat, remember? You could come sit in my lap and eat and watch movies with me.” He said, trying to make you an offer you could not refuse.

“Do I have to watch Hallmark movies?” you whined.

“They have happy endings! You like happy endings.” he responded, trying to sell you on the idea.

“Ugh.  They’re so contrived & sappy! You seriously like these?? You’re a demon! Don’t you have brimstone in your blood or something?? Shouldn’t you be watching something with guns and blood and mayhem and death? Like ‘Die Hard’! That’s a Christmas movie!”

Ayno frowned slightly, as he took your hand and pulled you down to sit next to him, “I am enjoying getting to use all my emotions. I like these movies because they produce them. Because I am a desire and fulfillment demon, so I am mischievous- but not malevolent and I have feelings…but I only ever get to use a few of them…generally just curiosity, desire, lust, passion, satisfaction and boredom. Before this, I have never stayed in this plane of existence for more than a day or two…so other emotions never really have a chance to come. I have never really cried before today. Did you know you can cry when you are happy too?”

You nodded. “…I also cry when I’m angry. I’m sorry Ayno. I forget that a lot of this is new for you.” you said as you crawled over into his lap, feeling his arms immediately wrap around you and his nose nuzzle into your neck. “Mmmmm…this produces feelings I like too…” he responded. You laughed, “but these are the ones you already know!” He lifted his head, smiled and stroked your cheek as he gazed tenderly at you. “Not all of them. There are definitely some new ones here too.”

Stay tuned for Days 2-12!!

Special Thank You!! to @quyennie​ @emeraldbabygirl​ @kpop-4-ever​ @survivingsyl​ @itsakpopalypse​  for your kind comments, support, proof- reading, and encouraging me to make this a series. 

[allergytopeanuts]

Custom Skateboard Build ‘Ra Ra Rasputin’

Ra ra Rasputin, Lover of the Russian queen, he did a Hospital Flip and he turned out fine.

This is a build inspired by the Russian sex god, Grigori Rasputin.

Disclaimer - all the stores used are AU based, but all products are available globally. Just google the title of the product and you’ll be fine.

Deck - Theories Of Atlantis Rasputin 8.38 Inch Skateboard Deck (duh)

Price: $94.45 AUD ($65 USD)

It would be silly of me to not include this deck in this build. From what I’ve heard, Theories have a pretty good reputation with build quality. I like the lime green design and the Rasputin graphic. Really appealing deck and I think the $94.45 AUD ($65 USD) is well worth it.

Buy this deck on Suferdome (AU)

Griptape -  101 Devil Worship Griptape

Price: $19.00 AUD ($13 USD)

I was contemplating using a fluro lime green griptape to match the deck but thats too much green. Personally I would just use plain black griptape and save myself a couple bucks, but this Devil Worship grip tape looks pretty neat. It is $19 AUD ($13 USD) so if you are on a budget, I would save it for some better wheels or trucks. None the less its a sick design and would go nicely with the Rasputin deck. You can use anything, just make sure you have at least 8.4 inches of tape. The Devil Worship grip tape is 9″.

Buy this tape in OCD Skate Shop (AU)

Truck -  Krux Marbs Dlk Standard 8.5 Inch Skateboard Truck

Price: $54.43 AUD ($36.88 USD)

I think this truck was made for this board. I like the black base and the tears of lime green. It flows nicely with the deck.  I’ve never used Krux Trucks before but the design does look gnarly and I’m sure it will be able to handle a beating.

When you order, make sure:

Set the quantity to 2 as the truck is sold separately. 

You get the ‘Standard 8.5 Inch Truck’ as the board range on this model is  8.25 - 8.65 inches and our deck is 8.4.

Buy this Truck on Suferdome (AU)

Wheels: Ricta Clouds Black 92a Skateboard Wheels

Price: $63.51 AUD ($43 USD)

Nothing crazy to see here. If you want to get crafty you can get lime green wheels but I think the minimalist design of these wheels suits the board. These come in a pack of four so only order 1 Pack. The size of the wheels in this model works for our deck.

These wheels are perfect for a rough spot or a smooth skate park ride, just don’t ride them too much on the asphalt. 

If you wanted to - you could try black wheels, but I’m not about that life.

Buy these Wheels on Suferdome (AU)

Bearings:  Mini Logo Skateboard Scooter Bearings 8 Pack

Price - $17.99 AUD ($12.20 USD)

Look, there is only one person who notices the bearings of a skateboard, and thats the person who assembles the board. There’s no need for any flashy, cool looking, glow in the dark, LED bearings. Mini Logo gets the job done at a reasonable price. The bearings are pre-lubricated and there is enough to complete the board (assuming you’ve followed this build and have four wheels). These bearings perform well.

Buy these bearings at KickPush (AU)

Nuts and Bolts -  Independent Skateboard Hardware 1 Inch Phillips

Price - $7.99 (5.42 USD)

You could use anything to screw your board together but here is my go-to Nuts and Bolts pack. The black is nice and complements the board.

Buy these Nuts and Bults pack at KickPush (AU)

The total price of this board is $311.81 AUD.

[lilyan-art]

I love this one so much. It means a lot to me and the journey I’ve embarked on the last months, I feel like I was able to grow a lot as an artist in the most stimulating environment

Based on a beautiful scene from the sex shop/hardware store in @acrookedtouchofficial discord server

[ao3feed-malec]

April

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2wMxuvD

by irisadler

Everyone knows that Fray’s Hardware is owned by the same people who run the Honey Pot, an online sex shop, and that packages from the Honey Pot are shipped in hardware store packaging for discretion. Magnus keeps finding Fray’s Hardware packages on his doorstep addressed to his new neighbour, one Alec Lightwood. At first, he just chuckles at his neighbour’s enthusiasm, but as time passes, he’s increasingly surprised and impressed at the size and weight and sheer quantity of packages that keep arriving for this Alec person. It’s a while before they meet, because of differing schedules, but when they do, Magnus doesn’t pass up the chance to tease him mercilessly about his Honey Pot addiction. He doesn't know what he was expecting, but confusion certainly wasn't it.

Words: 3586, Chapters: 1/4, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of How Do You Measure a Year?

Fandoms: Shadowhunters (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, M/M

Characters: Magnus Bane, Alec Lightwood, Maia Roberts, Isabelle Lightwood, Raphael Santiago, Ragnor Fell, Simon Lewis

Relationships: Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood, Simon Lewis/Raphael Santiago, Isabelle Lightwood/Maia Roberts

Additional Tags: Memories of Past Abusive Relationship, Developing Relationship, Saphael (background), Mizzy (background), Maia and Alec are besties, Innuendo, Bad Puns, Luke is Simon's dad, Clary does not exist, AU where everyone's human, Rated T for language

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2wMxuvD

[domesticfluffsimulator]

7-7-7

Got tagged by @countingpaperstars!!! thank you dear you’re adorable (*⌒∇⌒*)

The rules are as follows: Go to page 7 of your WIP, go to the seventh line, share seven sentences, and tag 7 more writer-bloggers to continue the challenge. 

The only wip I have that is longer than 7 pages is the hardware store AU so have a snipper about sex shops:

“Okay but what about the sex shop? You can't drop that bomb and then just let us hanging!” Nyx complained.

“Wait a second, dude, I'm searching for the link. I'm sending it in the group chat.”

Prompto saw the notification, and the sound it made put him back in the moment. His friends could be very hard to follow when they were excited, and that subject of conversation in particular left him strangely out of the loop.

I’ll tag @rsasai, @voxiferous, @ferix-writes, @ninemoons42-lestallumhaven, @lhugbereth, @mako-lies, and @isaacdowney!!!

[seriouslyhooked]

Souvenirs (A CS AU) Part 9/14

A Modern CS AU where Emma has grown up in Maine her whole life and runs a store with Ruby and MM. Killian Jones is the new guy in town, who just bought the local bar. Only Emma and Killian have met before and now she can’t help but wonder if their past has influenced his plans for the future. Includes tons of fluff and a happily ever after. Rated M.

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight

A/N: This chapter, Emma and Killian are moving her stuff into his house. Emma notes how well their stuff already meshes, but there are a few rooms where she thinks they could use some changes. Killian’s response? Going on an impromptu paint and furniture-shopping trip. Because why not just have domestic fluff bonanza? We deserve it. Anyway thank you all for reading and I hope you enjoy!

God I love this house, Emma thought a few months later as she placed a box down in the kitchen filled with odds and ends that she’d brought from her old apartment. Right behind her was Killian, lugging in the huge artisan mixer that she’d insisted on bringing too. And this man, I really love this man.

Emma had never done this, never taken the plunge of sharing a place with a guy. As a foster kid, all she had ever wanted was a place to call home where she wasn’t surrounded by swarms of people. So when she grew up, she was a little territorial over what was hers, and that included her space. She didn’t really do the roommate thing, never wanted to mesh her things with someone else’s, so to move in with someone, that was probably going to be a lot to handle. Only it didn’t feel that way. Standing in Killian’s house in the early afternoon of a beautiful Saturday felt right and starting to blend her belongings in with his was exhilarating instead of terrifying.

“Are we really doing this right now?” Killian smiled at her question and came around the island to take her into his arms.

“We really, are, Swan.”

He looked almost predatory with the heat in his eyes and Emma thought she was in real trouble of getting sidetracked from the move in the name of pleasure. Not that she’d mind at all, but Killian had gone so far as to higher a team of movers who were less than five minutes behind them. Optimistic as she was recently, she doubted anything truly satisfying could happen in five minutes.

“You love that you’re my first time, don’t you.” She watched his body tense a bit and knew her word choice had turned him on that much more, and then he nodded, bridging the gap between her for a searing kiss.

“You’re first and last.”

The gravel in his voice had Emma inching in closer, trying to get the friction of Killian’s hard body against her. She was succumbing to his raw sex appeal as she always did, and though moments ago she’d been saying it was impossible, Emma now couldn’t seem to care about the potential interruption anymore.

“First and last,” Emma confirmed. She was just about to pull him down for more when the moving truck groaned to a stop outside. With the moment broken, Killian traced his thumb over her bottom lip and looked at her now with a mix of lust and love, her favorite cocktail of emotions.

“We’ll pick this up later.”

“This had better be the fastest move in history.”

Killian laughed heartily at that and took her hand in his, as they let in the movers and directed them with the bits and pieces of furniture that were making the trip from Emma’s house. They’d done their fair share of planning already, and so the move was manageable. Nothing too horrendous, but after a few hours of organizing, Emma still felt like something was slightly off. There were just certain rooms that didn’t fit as well as she’d hoped, or maybe needed a completely different look.

“Everything okay, love?”

“It’s just gonna take some time, I think. To make it really ours.” He looked at her, clearly confused. “Well, I just mean, like there’s some rooms that we might want to consider restyling in a way that would make the things that we both have and love flow better together.”

“So like repainting and getting some new furniture?” Emma smiled, relieved that he understood.

“Exactly!”

“Why would we have to wait for that? Come on love, the day is young, let’s make this house our home today.” Emma let him pull her hand to the door, shocked at his statement.

“You want to get it all done today?” Killian nodded. “There’s no way, we can’t do that. The painting alone for three - no four – rooms would take us at least a week.”

“Ah, but we are more than just us, aren’t we Swan?”

Killian pulled out his phone as they made their way to the porch and down the steps. He opened the door of the car for Emma and then walked around to start it and head out. As he did, he spoke to Graham about procuring some of his workers for the next two days. He’d pay double for some basic painting and though Emma thought he was crazy, she also loved how dedicated he was to seeing her happy and comfortable.

“We’re off to get the colors right now.” Killian looked at Emma to check that was okay and she nodded, secretly delighted that he was so invested in this.

“Great, thanks mate, see you then.” Killian hung up the phone and turned his attention and his grin towards Emma.

“Graham will meet us at the hardware store in an hour and he and his guys can get any necessary work done by end of day tomorrow. Whatever you want, Emma.”

“You have no preferences?” He shook his head.

“Only that you choose whatever strikes your fancy, and that your selections make you feel comfortable in our home.”

“But it’s ours. You should contribute too.” He smirked at that.

“I will, Emma, but I also know that you’ll go out into the world thinking of this place as ours. You know me by now, and I trust your instincts implicitly.” He extended his right hand and she took it willingly, moving closer to rest her head on his shoulder for a moment.

This was really one of the greatest gifts he could give her, because as an artist, and someone whose whole life was considering what worked and what didn’t work aesthetically for her, having things not exactly so would cause some friction in her mind. The fact that Killian knew that, and that he seemed to understand meant the world and she was so grateful for the fact that he would take the day and go with her to make these choices. Emma was struck again by just how wonderful life was now that she had him back.

“I love you.” He brought her hand to his lips to kiss gently.

“As I love you, Swan.”

…………

Storybrooke Hardware was a place that Emma knew very well. As an independent kind of person, she’d often opted to handle any projects that came along in her home and her shop herself. Emma was the kind of person who would repaint the rooms in her apartment at least once a year, just to keep things fresh and exciting. Couple that with the fact that Leroy, the owner, had gone out of his way to keep finer metal working tools in stock for her specifically, and she was as close to a regular here as one could be.

When she entered today, with Killian in tow, it had not gone unnoticed, and they hadn’t set ten feet into the store when Leroy called out to her.

“So you finally brought the boyfriend. Good for you, kid. Just don’t let him break anything.” Killian looked slightly aghast at the comment, and when Leroy left their immediate proximity he commented to Emma.

“First of all, strange that he calls you ‘kid.’ Surely he’s not that old. And second, Leroy has fast become a fixture in my bar, but suddenly I’m just the boyfriend. This is a strange town you’ve chosen for us, Swan.” Emma laughed at that, because really, how could she argue with that? Storybrooke was unique and a little bizarre for sure, but she loved it, and she could tell that Killian was quickly growing just as fond of it as she was.

They moved through the aisles until finally making it to the paints, and Emma felt the rush of excitement that came every time she got to infuse her style into something. Part of her was a little saddened by the fact that they wouldn’t be doing the actual painting, but then she remembered the stink of the fumes and how though she always had fun, she also always had a headache by days end. This time she could avoid that, which was certainly something to appreciate. She and Killian discussed different ideas, tossing out their own opinions, which almost always lined up, but Emma noticed that his presence opened a lot of interruptions from the other shoppers. Usually when she was here, people left her alone, this time however, it was like every single patron of the little store had to have a conversation.

“You kids are just so cute.” Mrs. Keebler’s comment was not the first of its kind, though Emma did appreciate the old woman’s kindness. That being said, how did one respond to that?

“Thank you, I think I’ll keep him.” She joked and Mrs. Keebler laughed.

“See that you do, dear. I heard from Milly McDonald that Graham Huntsman and his crew have been hired for some last minute work thanks to your beau here. This is a very romantic gesture. You are a very lucky girl.” With that, she left Emma with Killian who was grinning like an idiot.

“Hear that, Swan? You’re a very lucky girl to have me as your beau.”

“You know, I’m aware of that, but it would be nice to hear some of these old ladies saying that you’re the lucky one.” Killian wrapped his arms around her.

“I think it simply goes without saying that there is no man on earth blessed with as much as I am in having your love, Emma.”

And just like that she melted, besides the paint cans and the wooden stirrers. Killian had that kind of power over her, sure and precise and unthreatening. The words, as cheesy as they could have been construed, sparked that last bit of inspiration.

“Hold that thought.” Emma moved behind him to the swatches she’d just been pouring over and selected three gradations of brown until finally finding the right one.

“Pirate’s Promise.” She flashed the lighter shade at him and he smiled.

“It’s a lovely color, Emma, I grant you, but what could possibly have prompted that from what I said.” She shrugged and smiled.

“I don’t know.”

“Yes you do, love.” He moved closer, placing a hand on her hip and she warmed at his touch.

“Sometimes you just talk like a pirate.”

“My professions of love pass my lips and you hear, ‘argh matey?’” She laughed, running a hand over his chest.

“No, I was thinking more Westley from the Princess Bride, devilishly handsome, hopelessly in love with a feisty blonde. Ringing a bell at all?” Killian pulled her in for a kiss so hot, there was no way it should have happened in a hardware store, but regardless of place, Emma was lost in it, aching for closeness and needing the feel of him all over her.

“Our story is so much better, love. I promise.” Emma sighed at that, she dug her fingers into the cotton of his shirt, wishing terribly that they were back home so she could show him just how much she loved his words.

“Mr. Jones, I’m sorry to interrupt, but Graham sent me over to pick up the paints you’ve chosen.” Emma looked over at the college-aged boy who was clearly a bit embarrassed to have to do this and laughter bubbled in her chest.

“Right then, here they are.” Killian gently took the three swatches from Emma and handed them over telling him which went in each room. With just a slight bow, the boy left them alone once more.

“Now, Swan. I believe we have a few more stops to make don’t we?” He offered his arm and she gladly took it, following him out of the store and off on the next domestic adventure.

…………

This had easily become one of Emma’s favorite days, filled with laughter and cute moments, but this might actually the cake. She was standing in the middle of the furniture gallery, surrounded by a sea of sofas, as Killian was being informed what Netflix and chill was by the young man trying to sell them the right couch.

“You know, man, sometimes you put on the movie but what you really wanted was…” Killian looked confused and the expression on his face was so adorable, that Emma had to cover her mouth to keep from giggling.

“To chill?” Killian’s response had the sales guy looking relieved.

“Exactly, man. But like it’s a euphemism.”

“For what?” Emma pulled Killian down closer to her and whispered in his ear.

“Sex, Killian. Substitute the chill for sex.”

“Oh, right, well.”

Killian was scratching behind his ear with a little bit of bashfulness and Emma took pity on him despite her overwhelming desire to laugh, telling the sales rep what there color scheme was and the dimensions they were looking for. She kept it light and professional, no more euphemisms, but when she looked at Killian for his opinion on every couch, he kept quiet as a fire burned brighter in his gaze.

“You can’t stop thinking about it, can you?” Killian shook his head.

“No, love. Now the question has become less about what goes with the overall look and what would be the best one to take you on.” Emma flushed a deep red at the statement.

“Of course, so what are the criteria? Strength, comfort and size?”

“Aye, love. When it comes to more than those three things, I’m operating at a loss.”

“Here, this one has all that. Tell me what you think?” Emma took a seat, instantly falling in love with this sofa and really wanting him to say yes. He sat down beside her, pulling her close and whispering in her ear.

“I can see many a night spent here, watching Netflix, and having very little chill between us.” Emma cleared her throat and tore her gaze from his burning blue eyes, looking at the associate.

“We’ll take this one.” The guy walked off to make a note of it and add that to the other inventory they’d selected and Emma felt Killian’s arms around her tighten just a bit, but she stood up, not wanting them to get sidetracked.

“Let’s go look at the last room, just make sure there isn’t anything else we want.” Killian’s responding smirk had Emma pressing her legs together, and she was damn sure that he could read her like a book in this moment, but he went along with her suggestion.

In the final room, Emma saw deeper, richer woods than had been in the earlier galleries, and a craftsmanship that made every piece seem homemade instead of off an assembly line. While their home’s personal style didn’t require all unique pieces, this smaller room was striking, and from a design standpoint, she could definitely appreciate the work and effort that would go in to each and every piece. Emma took a stroll around the room, admiring the work, but turned to find that Killian was not beside her, instead, he had stayed back towards the entrance near a beautifully ornate rocking chair. Emma went back to ask him about it.

“You want to try it out?” Emma asked and Killian shook his head.

“No, love, I want you to try it out.” Emma’s brow rose in surprise but she did just that, loving the feel of the hard wood that was crafted beautifully into a comfortable chair. It rocked just enough, the action smooth and sure, and Emma smiled, enjoying the feeling.

“I never really thought to have a rocking chair. Always assumed that was more a golden years thing.” But her teasing didn’t light up his features the way she expected. He seemed so serious, so full of emotion that she had to reach out her hand and take his.

“Talk to me: are we liking this, are we not liking it? What’s going on inside your head right now?” Emma watched as Killian shifted uneasily before coming out with it.

“My mother had one of these, to get Liam and I back to sleep after a rough night, or calm us in a moment of sadness. I always pictured having one for my kids as well.” Emma smiled at that, not knowing such a connection to the chair herself, but understanding how just the action of rocking could have such impact.

“So it’s a happy feeling, but you still look so… strange right now.” He ran a hand through his hair.

“It’s just hit me that I’ll never need this unless I can have it with you, Emma. You’re the only woman in the world I could ever imagine raising a family with, the only one I love enough to want these happy memories. I prefer to be honest with you love, I don’t say this to scare you, but every fiber of my being is crying out to buy this so that someday, if you’ll let me, we can use it for our kids.”

Emma rose from the seat and pulled him close, wrapping her arms around him and making sure he was looking right at her, so that he could see she meant every word of what she was about to say.

“I love kids, and I want them too. Only with you, because you’re the only person I could ever trust enough to not let me mess it up. So we’re getting this chair, and even if it goes unused for a long time, that’s okay. It’ll be the representation of that dream that we both have, okay?”

He nodded and she pulled him down for a kiss, truly not giving the slightest care that they were in the middle of the gallery. It was hot and real and true, and when they finally pulled back, Emma flagged down their attendant, told him they’d take it, and hastily led Killian out of the store. After a day of brimming emotions, she was desperately in the mood to practice for this newfound dream of theirs.

Post-Note: Hope that you guys liked this installment! Cute couple moments in a hardware store and then picking out furniture are exactly what I want for Captain Swan. Unfortunately, they specialize in fighting off magical foe, so we will likely never see that on the show, but heck, that’s what fics are for right?

[lilyan-art]

One of the things I love most about the ACT server is the overabundance of AUs. This is for the sex shop/hardware store!AU, a very intriguing title I know. What you need to know to have context for this drawing is that the one on the left is Astarion’s attire when he has his seductor mask on, and the one on the right is when he finally feels comfortable and safe around Tav. (Astarion dresses like a grandma in this one I love grandmastarion so much)

This too was spawned from a weekly drawing challenge on @acrookedtouchofficial ‘s discord server

[lilyan-art]

A very sweet version of Tav from @acrookedtouchofficial in the sex shop/hardware store!AU, while renovating Astarion’s depression den

[domesticfluffsimulator]

#140, #141

Hey, remember when I requested that hardware store covering for sex-shop AU and nobody wanted to write it for me, and then someone asked to write it myself? Remember how I never delivered? Yeah I might have forgotten it in my folders… but actually it exists. And it’s here, now.

Will be in several parts and I’ll update the finished work on AO3 later

For his twentieth birthday, Prompto had been offered money and a brand new computing mainframe.

His old computer was fine, and still efficient enough compared to its age - Prompto had taken good care of it. But now that he had his own apartment, the temptation to build himself a complete, high-tech gaming station was too strong.

He had spent months coming up with the perfect configuration, but he didn’t trust his parents with the delicate parts, so he only asked for the plastic box and money for the rest.

His part-time job at the impression booth of his university brought barely enough for rent and food, but he he also hoped for a little spare money at the end of the month if he laid down on the nocturnal excursions to the Crow’s Nest down the street and sold a few photography prints.

The first piece he ordered was the motherboard. He had noticed a hardware store on the way to his job but talking to a real-life cashier demanded too much of him so he used their website instead. He received an e-mail when the package arrived and, when he got home, found a guy at his doorstep.

The guy looked nothing like a delivery man. Dark hair, black clothes, a lean body but unsure attitude, he turned to Prompto with an embarrassed smile.

“Uh, are you the guy from flat 15A?”

He was holding a large brown box. Prompto nodded.

“Argentum, right? I saw your name on the mailbox… I’m the guy from 15B. I think you got the address wrong… here.”

He shoved the box towards him and Prompto nervously wrapped his fingers around the cardboard.

“Oh… sorry, I’m sorta new here…”

“Yeah I figured. It’s alright. Just… here’s your package.”

“Thanks.”

Prompto was about to turn back inside when he heard the next words.

“First time alone? In your apartment, I mean?”

He blinked. Was that guy making conversation?

“Huh… yeah, I mean, I lived with my parents ‘till now but it’s a bit far from campus so…”

“Yeah. Well, good choice. It’s nice here. Huh, real quiet. And… soundproof, also.”

“Oh, that’s… cool.”

Not that Prompto was particularly noisy when he played – he used his headset and had learned to control the volume of his voice when he was getting excited. But it was good to know he wouldn’t bother that guy too much.