#was pleasantly surprised by how easy everything has been today

[redjayson]

chicago o’hare international airport you are my fucking nemesis and someday I will defeat you

[bigsoupspoon]

A Safe Respite

Summary: You take Astarion on a private evening date to a bath house inside of Baldurs Gate.

Pairing: Astarion x Afab Reader

Warnings: Fluff, smut, minor angst, bathing,

Word Count: 2300 approx.

Rating: 18+ - If you are under 18 please do not read.

The day had been difficult and dangerous, multiple citizens abruptly transforming into mindflayers and the Absolute cultists posing a threat everywhere they go, not to mention attempts to infiltrate Baldur’s Gate for leads to destroy the Elder Brain. By the time sunset came, you and your companions were all accounted for back at camp, and decided to start the night with a celebration of the victories earned thus far.

“I think we all deserve a little fun after today’s tiresome events, there’s a tavern close by I used to visit from time to time. They make the best honeyed mead in the Gate.” Wyll promptly suggests.

“Aye, I second that suggestion.” Agreed Halsin, already nearly finishing a bottle of wine.

“Are you coming?” Shadowheart nudges, hoping you would join.

“Although that does sound fun, I actually have something else for the two of us planned for the evening,” You reply, now looking at Astarion, “Unless you’d prefer the tavern of course?”

“A private rendezvous planned by my lover? How could I ever say no.” Astarion gushed coyly.

The group collectively threw you several looks that implied “Have fun,” and with that, you took Astarion’s hand and walked up towards the bustling streets of the city.

* * * * * * * * * *

You make your way to the local bath house, one you had seen earlier in the week and decided to pay a visit to soon. The same clerk is working who recognises you from your interaction just hours before.

“Everything you had requested has been organised, I hope the room is to your liking.” They smile, and lead you around the corner to a private room.

The scent of the lavender oil bath embraces your noses as you walk into the room. It is dimly lit, containing multiple candles surrounding a circular wooden tub in the centre, filled with freshly drawn warm water. Leafy vines have grown to obscure the windows and further around the roof and sides of the room, some of the smaller fronds hanging down with flowering buds beginning to grow. Your specific request of wine and fruits was dutifully fulfilled, as they sit on a small table placed next to the tub for easy reaching.

“You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?” Astarion says.

“I wanted some space just for us, someplace where we could take it easy for the night.” You reply.

“Well, how thoughtful of you, my dear.”

You take Astarion’s hand, and lead him into the room, and begin the remove your clothes and then his. He seems pleasantly surprised by your offer to remove his clothes for him, but lets you do so anyway. He helps you into the tub first, supporting you as you take your first step into the water, and he follows a second after. You’re sat next to him, getting used to the warmth of the water for a few moments. You then begin to pour two goblets of wine when you feel his eyes watching you.

“Come here, my sweet.” Astarion invites, as his hands find your hips and pull you towards the front of him, so you are placed on his lap, your inner thighs caressing the outsides of his.

“You know, if I didn’t know any better, I would think you’re trying to seduce me with all of this.” he teases.

“There’s actually something I’d like to do first, if that’s alright.” You poke back.

“Is it alright if I touch you?” You ask, eyes searching his for consent.

“Darling,” he coos, “I thought you’d never ask.”

You lean into Astarion closely, chests warmly pressed together, feeling his nose gently scrape the side of your neck, your arm outstretched to grab the cloth on the small table behind him, and dip it in the warm water of the tub. Once it is soaked through, you gently wipe it across his collarbones, swiping away any grime and blood brought on by the earlier events of the day. You tenderly move down his body, cleansing his chest and stomach, then proceeding to his arms and hands.

Astarion stares at you with a small, soft smile across his lips, watching you clean him, take care of him. His eyes softly caress your face, carefully taking in the moment of peace and safety, something that he wasn’t familiar with, but had longingly ached for.

Resting the cloth on the side of the tub, you check in with him again.

“How does this feel, my love?” you ask Astarion.

He initially smiles at you, but then his face becomes serious, it takes but a second for him to search his memories for a time where he was able to feel this kind of security.

“I can’t remember a time where I felt this kind of….intimacy. Its nice.” He answers honestly.

“Close your eyes, alright?” You ask.

You pick up the cloth again, gently swiping across his face, removing the last of the dirt and blood. Astarion’s eyes are softly closed, he basks in the moment as he can feel his skin being cleaned. He tenses in the beginning, his forehead creasing ever so slightly, he’s not used to this kind of gentle touch, but after a minute or so his breathing slows and deepens, relaxing into your touch as the safety of you embraces him fully.

Once his face has been cleansed, you place a small and delicate kiss on his cheek. Astarion turns his face towards you until his lips graze yours, staying in this moment for just a minute more. His hand caresses the back of your neck, prompting you to stay there. He kisses you slowly and deeply, and for those few seconds, everything else in the world fades away.

Your head spins lightly when you eventually pull away, cheeks warm and rosy, it seems Astarion feels the same way too. He rests his forehead against yours and places his hands on the small of your back.

It’s a peaceful and pure moment between the two of you, simply enjoying the quiet company of each other, a brief respite. The only sounds are your soft breaths and faint music from a tavern playing off in the distance.

“Allow me,” he gently takes the cloth and douses it in the tub, and returns your actions of cleaning him down. Astarion is careful to brush over the healing marks on your neck from his fangs the night before. He leans in and gingerly kisses the area of your neck where he last tasted you.

Your breath hitches as his teeth gently graze the sensitive area on your neck. Taking advantage of your small moment of bliss, Astarion begins to swipe the cloth across your chest and breasts, cradling them in his hands as he continues to clean you.

“This was supposed to be a night for me to take care of you, not the other way around,” you breathily confess.

“Seems like you enjoy being taken care of this way too, don’t you think, darling?” he smugly asks.

You push away his hands and place them back on your waist as you begin to trail small kisses from his shoulder up to his neck, gently massaging his chest while you do so.

Astarion lets out a small moan into your ear, quiet enough you barely hear it. Your planned priority was his sole pleasure and security, allowing him to feel safety and love as he deserves.

You pause for a moment and begin to work your way to the other side, giving equal attention to the other side of his neck. He firmly places his hands around your lower back, giving into his growing enjoyment.

“Love, although I’m loving this attention from you, we can take care of each other, you know. This doesn’t have to be about just me.” He takes your chin softly so you’re looking directly at him, and pulls you into another deep kiss. You can feel his smirk as you give into him, allowing him to kiss you more passionately than before, as his arms caress around your back, one hand nestled in your hair. He gently tugs at your scalp, pulling you out of the kiss for just a moment.

“I love you.” He whispers delicately, his pupils blown and cheeks lightly flushed.

“And I love you.” You return. He pulls you into a passionate kiss again, growing hungrier the more time passes by. You can begin to feel him grow between your thighs, so you take one hand and caress him ever so gently, encouraging him further.

Astarion lets out another small moan, more audible this time, and places his hands on your breasts again, gently swiping each nipple with this thumbs, making you moan in return. His expert fingers graze you ever so softly, then applies a gentle pressure, causing you grow aroused along with him.

His hands slither down your stomach and around your waist, firmly squeezing your behind before one hand comes back around the front to touch you more intimately. He drags his thumb slowly up your slit, even underwater he can feel your wetness starting to grow. He swipes up again, causing you to moan into the kiss, he reciprocates the moan as you rub your thumb across the top of his hardening member. You stroke him more firmly now, as he does unto you, eliciting filthy sounds from one another.

“I want more,” You breathily request.

“Only if you say ‘please’, my love.” He cheekily demands.

“Please,” You urge him. Satisfied with your instant compliance, Astarion gently pushes one finger inside of you, and begins to rhythmically pump his hand, while the other holds your waist still. You both spend several minutes like this, exploring each other’s body, teasing one another while yours and his lips remain deliciously connected.

Astarion reaches under your thighs, lifting you slightly out of water and gently onto your knees. Your cunt grazes his tip lightly, you balance yourself with your arms placed across his shoulders, crossing them over behind his neck.

“Are you sure want this, love?” Astarion asks, his lips barely leaving yours.

“Of course, baby.” You reply, your mouth leaves his for just a second.

As you slowly sink down onto him, both expelling a series of lustful sounds, you take a moment to adjust to his size. Astarion’s arms curl around your body, holding you as close to him as possible, his kisses grow more intense as he starts to tenderly thrust up into you. Wanting to reciprocate the movement, you lightly bounce on him, causing the tub water to steadily ripple.

You quickly become lost in one another, feeling nothing else but pure pleasure, love filling you both to the brim. He fits you so exquisitely, and he knows it, delicately and lovingly ruining you, over and over again.

The water begins to splash slightly over the edge of the tub the more you both continue, although neither of you notice, as the two of you are entangled with one another, as one connected entity.

The warm tingle in your stomach climbs higher, and your head swings back in reaction. Astarion takes advantage of the exposed flesh of your neck and kisses it, periodically sucking the skin leaving you sure there will be love marks come morning.

“Feed on me, please, I want you to bite me.” You beg, one hand entangled in his hair while the other grips his bicep.

“Are you sure, darling? It’ll hurt for just a second.” Astarion’s lips barely leave your neck as he speaks.

“Mhmm,” Pulling your hair to the side to expose more of your neck to him, granting him full access. Astarion needs no further encouragement, as he sinks his teeth into you, penetrating you for the second time.

It stings deliciously, the opposing mixture of the cold numbness shooting through your body, combining itself with the warmth of the fire between your thighs, you are overwhelmed by the simultaneous different sensations, causing your head to feel dizzy and your body to constrict.

Astarion removes his fangs and presses his forehead into your neck, no longer able to focus on drinking your blood and instead chasing his climax. His stifled moans exhilarate you, and you bounce a little harder, and a little faster, gripping his shoulders as you do so, feeling yourself about to come undone onto him.

His thrusts become sharp and jagged as he reaches his end, his hands gripping your waist so tight they’re bound to leave small round bruises where his fingertips applied so much pressure. The desperate noises Astarion makes are so sweet to yours ears, and are alone enough to bring you to the edge. You come undone around him, squeezing him tight as you ride out the waves of your orgasm. The sensation of you reaching climax around him sends shockwaves through his body a second time, rendering him utterly speechless, his brain only knowing the feeling of pleasure for that brief moment.

It takes a minute for you both to recover, the both of you have your arms coiled around the other. Astarion leans his head back as you rest yours on his shoulder, both you unevenly puffing, trying to catch your breath. He softly grabs your chin between his thumb and forefinger, pulling you into a small kiss. After a moment, you pull away slightly, caressing his face and staring into his eyes. Astarion smiles back at you, he looks both relaxed and beautifully disheveled.

“My sweet, did you reserve this room just for the hour?” Astarion questions.

“No, I paid for the night.” You answer, breathing still uneven.

“Good,” He says softly, “Because I’m not quite finished with you yet, my love.”

[orcasoul]

Joel Miller Imagine #4

Warnings: Injury. Mention of blood.

Word Count: 746

Patrol Partner Joel who just frowned and nodded in greeting the morning Tommy brought you to the stables to introduce you both before your first patrol. Who wasn't happy in the slightest to have to train a newbie. Who only spoke to you to order you about and to make sure you took the job seriously. Who was quite surprised at how quickly you'd picked everything up. Who was pleased to notice that you seemed to enjoy silence over small talk, just like him. Who at the end of the patrol, after brushing down his horse, surprised even himself by commending you for a job well done before leaving the stables. Who couldn't seem to stop thinking about the soft smile you'd offered in return for the rest of the night.

Patrol partner Joel who, despite his reservations, found himself slipping into an easier rapport with you as the weeks went by. Who has seen you slowly but surely come out of your shell. Who mistook your quiet demeanour for being rude or moody (yeah, like he's one to talk!), realising it's just a front you present until you get comfortable around a person. Who's glad you feel at ease enough around him to initiate conversations now. Who doesn't feel the irritation he used to when you'd first stated to yap about nonsensical things. Who can't deny that the sound of your bright laugh makes his day that little bit better.

Patrol Partner Joel who instantly shifts from partner mode to protector mode at the first hint of trouble. Who, despite your asserverations that you are partners and should handle it together, can't seem to shake the overwhelming need to keep you from harm, always taking the lead and keeping you as close as possible until the danger has passed. Who insisted to Tommy (when he suggested that he should find you a permanent partner, now the training is over) that you remain as his patrol partner indefinitely. He doesn't trust anyone else with your safety.

Patrol partner Joel who tries to ignore the funny feeling he gets in his stomach whenever your paths cross outside of patrol. Who is beginning to notice that you seem to enjoy his company as much as he enjoys yours - wether it be at the Tipsy Bison or other social events, or the few times you've recently joined Tommy and Maria at their house for dinner and appeared pleasantly surprised by Joel and Eliie's attendance. Who is beginning to suspect that these dinners involving you aren't purely coincidental, especially judging by Tommy's not so discreet side eyed smirks thrown his way as he silently observes the easy and warm interaction between you both. Who reacts to Tommy's teasing by rolling his eyes and sighing quietly, which he fears only adds fuel to the fire.

Patrol partner Joel who can't ignore the truth anymore; he cares for you, more than he should. He wants you, more than any woman he's ever known. Who has to remind himself that there's no reason for you to want a half deaf, old man with creaky knees, so he must be imagining the looks he sees you give him from time to time. Who knows that you deserve someone more capable than he is. Who has decided that it's best to keep these feelings locked away; the last thing he wants is to ruin the friendship you both have.

Patrol partner Joel who feared this day would come; the day he looses another person he loves. Who carried you all the way back to Jackson, (as both of your horses had been stolen by raiders waiting in ambush) ignoring the ripping and aching of his muscles as you slowly bled against his chest. Who couldn't care less about his own injuries at this moment. Who's only objective now is to get you to the hospital. Who refused to be treated until you were stable and out of danger. Who waited for hours at your bedside; to be there when your eyes opened. Who felt the tightness in his chest dissipate from sheer relief when you opened your eyes and smiled, reaching for his hand. Who realised today was too close a call and he's not going to waste any more time. Who there and then blurted out everything he'd been trying so hard to fight. Who eyes filled with tears and heart felt ready to burst when you'd told him you feel the same way.

[k-femdove]

Teach Me || Q.K

inspired by the one and only dematus and gentlyfillmyveins on ao3!

pairing :: sub!qian kun x dom!gn!reader

warnings :: omegaverse, boypussy omega kun, kun is a TA, alpha!reader (has a dick- can be read whatever gender), reader is a student, mr. lee is taeyong, tutoring, porn w/o plot, like it’s just porn, reader loves his scent, omega slick, like lots of it, and cum too, not explicitly stated but 100% consensual, hickeys, cunnilingus, fingering, edging, overstimulation, kun is a tsundere, reader has a massive cock, fucking on a table, kun squirts once, reader calls him princess, mindbreak, breeding kink, kun is a slutty lil pillow princess, knotting, passing out, reader takes photos of him passed out, slight somnophilia (reader makes kun taste cum while he’s asleep), fucking with glasses on,  jesus Christ how did I fit all of this

word count :: 2.5k... i got a little carried away with the content

Synopsis :: You've always had a thing for pretty, smart, older men.

playlist link here! or listen to “Promiscuous” by Nelly Furtado

You were never the best student. You didn't mean to be so unfocused; it just turned out like that. Whether talking with your friend or scribbling on your paper until it bore you to death, your attention would be on everything but the lesson.

"Y/n, could you stay for a moment?" Your professor, Mr. Lee, called out after most of the class had left. He sat at his desk, his younger TA next to him. Both were young- maybe less than a decade older than you? 

"What's up?" You asked, leaning onto the desk. 

Despite asking, you already knew it was about your grades. Even though your performance was lacking, it wouldn't hurt to improve. 

"As you may know, your recent assignments have been lackluster."  He began, looking the papers over. "It may be a good idea to get a tutor. I've spoken to Mr. Qian about it, and I trust him enough to provide you with the help you need. What do you say?"

Mr. Qian? You glanced at the TA next to your professor. Hm. So that was his last name. You had never really spoken before, so you knew him as Kun. He was soft-spoken and very well-mannered, always speaking eloquently. The man was never in the same part of the room as you, so you didn't pay much attention to him. 

You smiled, turning back to Mr. Lee. "When do we start?"

When you agreed to private sessions, this was not what you hoped would happen. It was Sunday morning, and the warmth of fall was still present. 

Then Kun walked in. As you opened the door to let him in, a strong omega scent hit you like lightning. It reminded you of strawberry candy, the type you'd find in those tiny plastic wrappers. You know, the ones you'd find in a typical Asian store. There was a strange depth to it that was more than just candy. The sweetness was intoxicating, so easy to breathe in and savor. 

You could feel your mouth water as you led him to your coffee table- god, had he always smelt this heavenly? 

Not only that, but he suddenly appeared much more attractive. His silver-rimmed glasses lay perfectly on his face. You began to scan his clothes discreetly, eyes pleasantly surprised. 

He noticed your gaze as he let out an awkward chuckle. His hand moved up to adjust the sleeve of his sweater. It was a light blue with white stripes at the collar, like a vest he usually wore over a collared shirt. You glanced at the sweater again. He wasn't wearing a shirt underneath it. 

"I guess I am a little underdressed. It's warm today- I hope you don't mind?" 

"Oh, of course not." You said, snapping out of your trance. "I don't mind at all."

You didn't mind an hour ago. Now you wished you said otherwise.

As Kun was halfway through a lengthy and detailed explanation, you were practically glaring at him. A sleeve of his sweater slipped off his shoulder, exposing his collarbone. 

Dirty thoughts filled your head. Him without the sweater. Him moaning as you marked his gorgeous collarbones. Him bending over as he begged for your cock-

"Y/n, are you listening?" He said, waving a hand in front of your face.

Your head jolted back up to look at his concerned face, desperately trying to hide your spontaneous boner. Fuck, you just got a boner from your teacher. This day couldn't possibly get worse.

"Are you okay? You've zoned out this whole time." He said, genuinely worried. 

"I-I'm sorry." You blurted out, eyes darting around the room. "I'm just distracted."

"Distracted?" He asked, eyebrows furrowed. "Distracted by what?" 

"By- well- this." You explained, gesturing to his hole whole appearance. 

"This?" Kun repeats, now mildly offended. Then he looks down at your raging hard-on and back at your flustered face. "Oh... Oh."

Another wave of his scent fills the air around you. You begin to lose control of your senses, leaning in closer. Your pupils dilate, and your eyes fill with lust as you breathe it in. 

Kun begins to panic as the scent of your arousal continues to trigger his, his panties already dampening. 

He had to admit you were attractive, catching himself staring a few times in class, but he had never expected it to go this far. 

"T-This is so inappropriate." He stuttered out. "I'm supposed to be your teacher!"

"Inappropriate? My entire apartment smells like you! You're the one wearing that stupid sweater!" You exclaimed.

"You've never had a problem with my scent before!"

"That's because you've never looked this fucking sexy!"

Kun falters for a moment, eyes wide open. "Wait, looked? I thought it was just the scent!"

"No, it's just you! Stop seducing me!" You say, hands on his shoulders. 

"And if I don't?" He replies quietly, testing the waters. 

You pull him in closer, inches away from his face. Kun starts to leak as your pheromones affect him. 

"I'll fuck you until you can't even walk."

He whimpers as you kiss him, hand palming your erection. A small string of saliva connects you as you pull away. You trail kisses down to his collarbone, where you suck harshly on the skin you've wanted to mark, eliciting a faint whine. 

You shove his back onto the table and pull his jeans off, throwing them god knows where. You’re met with the sight of his gorgeous legs, smooth to the touch. As your eyes move up his thighs, you move a hand to rub him through his soaked panties. 

“Stop teasing me….” He pleads, unconsciously pushing his lower half onto your hand.

You laugh at his eagerness and place a hand on his hips, preventing him from moving. 

You hum lightly and inch the pretty panties off him, placing them on the side of the table.

His scent grows stronger as you spread his legs, exposing a pink, hairless, and virtually untouched pussy. Your mouth watered as copious amounts of slick began to drip on the floor. 

“God, you're going to be the death of me...” you mutter, feasting on him with your eyes. 

You eagerly lean in and begin kissing his thighs. Kun groans as you guide your mouth everywhere but his pussy. 

As Kun begins to grow irritated, a gasp escapes his mouth as you lick a stripe on his pussy. The taste of his arousal spreads through your mouth. 

If the scent of him drove you crazy, his taste was on another level. It had vanilla and strawberry undertones, sweet and sugar-like. 

You dove back in, licking circles around his clit. Kun mewled as you moved your tongue down to his entrance, hungrily tasting the slick he let gush out. Your tongue easily entered him, plunging in and out. 

“F-Fuck,” he said, moans growing louder. “I’m so close.” 

Just as his thighs began to shake, you pulled away completely. Kun let out a loud whine, desperately trying to chase after his lost orgasm. 

Once you were positive that the buildup was lost, you easily plunged a finger into his hole. Slick or not, it wouldn't hurt to prep him a bit more. 

You took your free hand and slid it up his sweater, caressing his nipple. Kun’s breath hitched and his thighs instinctively squeezed together. 

You forced them apart again, inserting a second finger and sucking harshly on his clit. He let out a surprised yelp that quickly turned into loud, needy moans. 

Your fingers curled up as you thrust them deeper, eventually finding his G-spot. You pressed up against it, thrusting in and out. 

Kun’s entire body shook as he neared orgasm yet again, only for you to halt your movements. He makes a pained noise as he attempts to fuck himself back onto your fingers, but the stimulation was lost. 

You laughed at his reaction, already pushing a third finger into him. The slide was incredibly easy and your fingers jabbed against his G-spot once more. 

He sobbed as arousal pooled in his stomach, nearing his high again. He panted heavily and moved to take his glasses off, but you grabbed his hand. 

“Don’t.” You said, looking at his disheveled appearance, his glasses beginning to fog from the heat. “They make you look sexy.” 

Kun whimpers as you continue to finger fuck him, so close to the edge- closer than you'd ever pushed him. He squeezes his eyes shut in the hope that you’ll let him cum, only seconds away from his orgasm. 

A broken sob escapes his lips when you pull your fingers out completely, licking them clean. 

“You- You're so mean...” He cries, eyes glossy and beautiful. 

“Me? Mean? I don’t think you should be insulting a student, Mr. Qian.” 

Kun winces as reality hits him. He bites his lip and looks at you, teary-eyed. 

“I hate you, y/n.” He whimpers, averting his eyes away from you.

You smirk at him, eyes filled with lust. “You say you hate me, but your slick is getting all over the floor... Again. Tell me, sir. Do you want me to fuck you or not?”

He bites his lip before glancing at you. “Please...” He whimpers again, spreading his legs farther apart. 

You smile, unzipping your pants and pulling your massive cock out of your underwear. Kun widens his eyes at the size. He’d never taken anything like that before. 

Your cock throbs as you swipe a glob of precum with your finger and point it at Kun’s mouth. 

The man catches on immediately and eagerly takes your digits into his mouth, moaning from the taste. Another wave of arousal gushes from his entrance, and you lick it up before your floor can become even wetter. 

Kun moans as you push your cock in, already pushing against his G-spot. 

“Halfway there, princess.” You say, grasping his hips and pushing him farther down. 

Only half? He thinks, already feeling filled to the brim. 

He screamed as you shoved yourself inside, stretching his insides as you buried yourself balls-deep inside of him. He couldn't believe how full he felt, how much pain mixed with pleasure. 

It only takes a few small thrusts before Kun already feels like cumming, his denied orgasms making him a thousand times more sensitive. 

You grunt as his velvety soft walls begin to clench around you, so you pull out completely. 

He cries out at the feeling of being empty, grinding his hips into the air. 

“Fuck, please!” He whines.

“Please what?”

“C-cum! Please let me cum!” He pleads, but you pound into him before he can even finish talking. 

His stomach bulged as you thrust deeper inside him, reaching places no one else could. He gasped as he felt himself stretch further than he thought possible.

The sudden sensation caused him to squirm wildly, trying desperately to escape the pleasure. It only intensified the feeling as he struggled to cope with it. The pain and pleasure were almost unbearable, yet it felt so good. 

Before Kun knew it, his orgasm hit him like a truck. The room filled with his pretty noises as he clenched around your cock, cumming all over it. 

Panting heavily, he rode out his orgasm before realizing that you weren't stopping. The pleasure turned to the pain of overstimulation. His thighs shook as you thrust into him, pleasure slowly taking over his body. 

“Ah, wait- what are you doing?” He moaned as you pounded into him ruthlessly as if you didn’t care about how he felt. 

“You said you wanted to cum, right princess?” You said, hand massaging his clit. 

Kun screams as he squirts all over your cock before coming a second time, having no time to recover as you continue to thrust into him.

He cried out as you fucked him hard, causing his body to shake uncontrollably. Every nerve ending seemed to fire at once, causing him to feel like he was going to pass out. And then, just when he thought he couldn't take anymore, yet another orgasm washes over him. 

“You good, princess? We’re nowhere near done yet.”

He nods lazily as you coax orgasm after orgasm out of him. His eyes are glued shut at this point and his voice is hoarse from moaning like a slut. He feels so faded that he can't even remember how many times he’s come, the morning turned to the afternoon as you fucked the living shit out of him. 

“Fuck me harder!” He begs, his insides practically memorizing the shape of your cock. “Ah- please! Breed me full of your pups! ♡! ♡♡!” 

You take a moment to admire your work. The once-composed and eloquent TA was reduced to nothing but a babbling mess. His sweet scent was long gone and replaced with the smell of pure sex. 

You considered his request. You knew he wouldn't get pregnant, so what harm would there be? 

Kun cums one last time, clenching even harder around you. You feel your knot expanding, catching against his rim. 

With one final thrust, you bury yourself in him. Cum shoots deep inside him in regular 5-minute intervals, filling him up until you can see a faint bulge in his stomach. 

Kun is pretty much passed out, so you scroll mindlessly on your phone until your knot comes down. 

When the time comes, you ready your camera and pull your cock out. Thick and slick gushes out into a small bowl (you had prepared for this beforehand) and you snap one too many photos. 

Kun looks majestic. He's wearing nothing but his oversized sweater and his collarbone is exposed, covered in dark hickeys. His hair is ruffled in a post-sex mess, and glasses laying on the tip of his nose. 

You take a few photos of his gaping hole, pink and clenching around nothing. You hum before scooping a generous amount of the cum-slick mixture with your fingers and feeding it to him as he lets out a small moan in his sleep. You clean him up a bit before getting dressed and cleaning up your apartment, which smelled an awful lot like strawberry candy (courtesy of a large amount of slick on your floor), and your citrusy scent. 

Once done, you lay in bed next to Kun before falling asleep, holding his body close to yours. 

By the time you woke up, the man was already gone. 

True to your word, Kun showed up to school the next day stumbling and with a noticeable limp. He had done a good job cleaning himself though, and all remnants of sex were gone. 

You giggled as Mr. Lee and numerous students approached him asking if he was okay, concern painted on their faces. 

Right before the lesson began, you approached Mr. Lee as he spoke with Kun. 

“I've been having trouble with this lesson, so could Mr. Qian sit with me? I've learned over our session that he's good at many things.” 

Kun’s eyes widen and he nearly chokes on his spit, face growing red. 

Thankfully for him, the professor doesn't seem to catch on, and now Kun is taking a seat in the back of the class with you. 

The tension seems to ease as you stay silent for most of the class, but you turn to him halfway through and place a hand on his thigh. 

You can already smell his scent releasing again before you lean in and whisper something into his ear. 

“We’re still on for that session Wednesday, right princess?”

a/n :: decided to post this while you guys wait for first love pt.2... it’s not very good but it’s what we have for now (i literally wrote this at like 3am bc I was horny or something...) i’ve been dreaming of tutor!kun and we need more boypussy sub!idol fics !!

[pbandjesse]

The nausea was not as bad today! It was still there at times. But it was not as horrible and I was able to work through it for the most part.

And I had a pretty good day. I was very worried about going back to camp. I was anxious about not feeling good. I was tired. I didn't know what else besides my hammock would be broken. But it ended up being a really nice day.

I didn't sleep amazing. I had pretty intense nightmares again. And when my alarm went off my stomach hurt and I was not comfortable. But James would come upstairs and be all smiley and made me feel just a little better.

I got dressed and I really liked this shirt with this dress. I was feeling good about my look and that was nice.

James made me a breakfast sandwich and some snacks to bring to work. Which I would have for lunch later on. They would walk me to the car because they love me and promised to let me know how the fence install went.

I had a fine drive into camp. And when I got there I was pleasantly surprised. There was some stuff to put away but mainly everything was clean and good. A few of my toys that I have for the kids were a little worse for wear. A drum got broken. And was repaired kind of. But it was mainly fine.

I would get set up and worked on cutting clay into equal sized balls so that I could quickly hand out everything to the children throughout the day. And that was a nice little task. Just cutting and rolling and bagging them up. It was fun.

I had my breakfast and it was great. And I wished I and a second one. I knew it wouldn't actually make me feel great. But man it was good.

I had some time to hang in my hammock. And take a walk to the office to say hello to Heather and Alexi. Got a big hug from Heather. And checked in with her about picking up plaster at Home Depot this week. Which I may do on Wednesday but I need to check in about that.

My groups were great today. Everyone loved the project. I think it really helped that I talked about different scales, heroic, light sized, miniature. And how having such a small little munchkin of clay was a challenge I was giving them. And literally no one whined that they didn't have enough clay and I was so thrilled about that. And for the most part people worked really hard and it was great.

We had some fun pieces made. Video game characters. Animals. Food. Flowers. It's so fun to see what they come up with.

I teased the councilor who broke my hammock. He owned up to it and will pay me back for it. I already ordered the replacement. It made us have a real world example for why we have the hammock rules we do. Because he broke it flipping upside down! Which is a specific rule!!

I stayed at the art building during lunch. Ate my snack lunch and hung out in the hammocks and it was great. It made me feel a lot better. A lot more centered. And I only felt a little guilty for avoiding going to the dining hall. I just needed to be alone.

I got a lot of knitting today. And at the end of the day I counted and I have 66 squares done! I started using the last color I bought. Which is grey. I have two more skiens and then I'll have to get more. I think the rest of the squares will be black. I would like this to be majority a black quilt. I'm pretty pleased.

The afternoon was easy. Day camp was mainly great. We had one day camp one child who I don't think has ever been told no ever because the way he melted down was horrible. I couldn't even get him to breathe with me. He was just scream crying. It was rough. But then another child I realized I knew from the nursery school I subbed at! He was and is such a sweetie and he was so cute. I love when kids from my winter life intersect with my summer life. It's nice to see them grow up a little bit at a time.

My last group was bontkirchen. James had let me know when the contractors were there and starting the fence. But around this time they were leaving to go to a double header baseball game. So I would be there for the end of the job. And I would be leaving camp early to have my virtual rhumatologist appointment. Bontkirchen is always chill though so it was just fine.

The girls would do beads and bracelets and hang in the hammocks. Sew and play with clay and I enjoyed their company. I was chomping at the bit to go though. I was anxious about being late. It ended up absolutely not mattering. But at 3 I said goodbye and headed home.

The drive home was a struggle because I was so tired and the nausea came back the worst it was all day. And right as I was pulling into our street the rhumatologist called me to check me in. But the actual appointment wouldn't be for almost an hour.

I went inside and the contractors were in the kitchen filling a bucket with water for the concrete. I was excited to see what they had done so far.

And the fence was mostly up! And it looked great. But it wasn't the correct fence! I have decided that it's fine. That I like it. But we had ordered a lattice topped fence?? So this was confusing but I decided that I don't actually care that much.

The contractors were nice. James had mostly spoken to them in Spanish and they seemed nervous around me. I kept telling them they could come inside and get water or whatever they needed but they were so nervous! It was fine. They were great and working so hard. It was so crazy hot outside and they were doing so good.

I went downstairs to check on Sweetp and he was upset that he had been banished to the basement all day. He kept trying to escape and I bumped him in the head with the door and I felt so bad! But he was okay and just had to be patient.

I waited upstairs for my appointment. And it would take forever to get on the call but I did get on it and it was a nice chat about my pains and aches and such. And I was done by 445.

And that was good. Because soon the contractors were calling for me. And I went down and got them ice water. And asked them to add some extra wood at the bottom of the fence so there wasn't so much of a gap. They would do it on the one wall but not the other and I didn't notice until later so I'll have to deal with that soon. But that's alright. A small thing.

They finished up and I thanked them and they left. And I got to work putting things back together. And I am absolutely thrilled.

I struggled with getting the catio back in place but I got everything else. And I was just really happy. And also so incredibly hot. I have no idea how they were working out there. Because I thought I was going to die I was so overheated after sweeping and moving the rugs and planter boxes.

I was basically shaking and sweating. And went and sat in the shower and ran cold water on myself until I felt like a person again.

Only then would I wash my hair and my self and I felt a lot better. Still not incredible but a lot better.

Once I was clean and dressed I would do some cleaning downstairs. I soaked Crabcake. I wiped down the kitchen. I put up a fly strip because having the door open for so long today let I. A bunch of flies which I hate!!

And while I was doing that cleaning I had vegan fish fillets in the oven.

I laid on the couch and had my dinner and it was great. James was at the baseball game and was having fun with our friends.

But then there was thunder. And all of a sudden a crazy crazy storm came in. The backyard was flooding. The street was flooding. It was wild! I ran around the house making sure that there wasn't any water coming in. Cleaned up the water that was from the guest room and the back door. The power briefly went out. It was just a lot!

I couldn't even look out the door for any length of time because the rain was so heavy. I would post up in bed to watch it from my window.

James and crew were getting rained out hard at the game. James couldn't even leave to come home it was raining so bad. But once the rain calmed down they would come home to me.

And now they are there!! They moved the last couple pieces in the backyard and we are thrilled. The backyard seems so much bigger. And I'm just really happy. Even if it isn't exactly what we wanted it's so good. We have a few more things to fix out there but that's okay. I am just really happy. James is going to see if we can get some compensation for things being wrong and off schedule. But I will leave that to them.

Now it is time to rest. Tomorrow is a long day and I hope it is a good time. It is supposed to rain more. But that is okay. I am just looking forward to a good day.

Sleep well everyone. I hope you are safe and happy. Goodnight!!

[hairtransplant-stories]

Hair Transplant at Any Age: SP Singh's Inspiring Journey with Hairfree and Hairgrow

When it comes to hair loss, many individuals worry about the impact it can have on their self-confidence. The good news is, age is no barrier to regaining your hair and feeling confident again. One remarkable example is SP Singh, a 50-year-old man who decided to undergo a hair transplant at Hairfree and Hairgrow with Dr. Pankaj. His incredible journey has proven that it’s never too late to take charge of your hair health and restore your youthful confidence.

A Long-Time Struggle with Hair Loss

SP Singh had been battling hair loss since the age of 24–25. Over the years, he tried numerous solutions — everything from oils to medicines — without achieving any satisfactory results. Like many people experiencing hair loss, he felt the frustration of not seeing the results he hoped for despite trying various remedies.

But everything changed when his son, who was also facing similar hair loss concerns, underwent a hair transplant with Dr. Pankaj at Hairfree and Hairgrow. The transformation in his son’s hair was impressive, and SP Singh saw firsthand the positive results that could be achieved. Inspired by his son’s success, SP Singh made the decision to undergo a hair transplant as well.

The Consultation with Dr. Pankaj

At Hairfree and Hairgrow, the patient experience goes beyond just the procedure. Dr. Pankaj took the time to thoroughly explain the process to SP Singh, making him feel comfortable and confident every step of the way. SP Singh was pleasantly surprised at how familiar and approachable the doctors were. In fact, he felt as though he was speaking with a close family member, not just a doctor. This rapport made a huge difference in easing his fears and addressing any doubts he had about undergoing the procedure at the age of 50.

Dr. Pankaj reassured him that there was no reason to worry about his age, and that his hair transplant would be just as effective as it would be for someone younger. With the doctor’s expert guidance and a plan tailored specifically for SP Singh’s needs, the decision to go ahead with the transplant became a no-brainer.

The Procedure and Recovery

On the day of the procedure, SP Singh was amazed by how smooth and seamless the process was. He experienced no major pain or discomfort and felt completely at ease throughout the operation. The Hairfree and Hairgrow team was supportive, with regular check-ins and follow-ups, ensuring that SP Singh was comfortable and informed during his recovery process.

The clinic advised SP Singh to take it easy during the recovery phase, with a 7-day window to monitor any potential swelling or discomfort. However, to his surprise, SP Singh experienced no complications, pain, or side effects — only smooth healing and steady progress.

The Incredible Results

Fast forward 8 months, and the results speak for themselves. SP Singh was overjoyed with the hair growth he had achieved through the transplant. His new hairline looked natural and fuller, and the confidence boost he received was beyond what he had imagined. He could finally look at himself in the mirror and feel proud of the way he looked again. It wasn’t just about the physical change; it was the mental and emotional transformation that truly mattered.

What made this experience even more remarkable for SP Singh was that he could now feel much younger and more vibrant. “Today, I feel like I’m in my 30s again,” he says with a smile. “I feel a renewed sense of confidence and self-esteem. My hair growth has had a huge impact on my overall confidence, and I am extremely happy with the results.”

A Message of Encouragement to Others

SP Singh’s message to others who may be considering a hair transplant, particularly those who feel hesitant because of their age, is simple: Don’t let fear or doubt hold you back. He points out that if he could go through the procedure and achieve such positive results at the age of 50, then anyone — regardless of age — should feel encouraged to take the plunge.

“There is no age limit to hair restoration,” he emphasizes. “If I can get fantastic results at 50, so can you — whether you’re in your 20s, 30s, or even older. Don’t be afraid to make the decision for yourself.”

The transformation he experienced has left him feeling rejuvenated and empowered. His advice is to trust the process, trust the experts, and embrace the changes that come with improving your appearance and confidence.

Conclusion: Trust the Experts at Hairfree and Hairgrow

SP Singh’s success story is just one of many that highlight the incredible potential of hair restoration treatments. Whether you’re dealing with thinning hair, receding hairlines, or more advanced stages of hair loss, Hairfree and Hairgrow offers personalized care and world-class treatment to help you regain your hair and confidence.

With Dr. Pankaj’s expertise and the dedicated team at Hairfree and Hairgrow, you can rest assured that you’re in the best hands. If you’re unsure about whether a hair transplant is right for you, take the first step by scheduling a consultation. SP Singh’s journey proves that with the right support and expertise, it’s never too late to make a change and feel great about your appearance.

Ready to take the first step toward your hair transformation? Watch SP Singh’s full journey in the video and see the results for yourself. Don’t let age or doubt hold you back — contact Hairfree and Hairgrow today for a consultation!

Watch the full transformation on YouTube: https://youtu.be/oIz9VtSP5bI

[l0st-l0ser]

Taking advantage of the sun today because it’s been rainy as shit and me and dexter needed to get out of the house. I went to Toyota school this morning, I sat next to Craig and Will. Not going to lie, I was nervous you were going to show up. Kind of sad you weren’t there.

I’ve been meaning to find the words to respond to your message, I’ve had this in my drafts for a while…I guess nows the time to post it?

Hi.

I recently saw that you messaged me on here for my birthday last year. LOL. Thank you, it was a good birthday. This years was good as well. I tried replying but for some reason my messages won’t go through. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Not going to lie, reading your last post made my heart break a little for you. I hear and feel everything you’re saying.

I’m sorry you’ve lost yourself. I’m sorry you’re still stuck in the same situation you’ve been in for a decade. It’s easy for anyone on the outside to say “if you’re not happy, then just walk away”

It’s easier said than done. It’s hard to walk away from comfort and from someone you care about. You do care about her, or else you wouldn’t be with her for this long. I know you guys probably have good moments and memories together, and that alone is hard to walk away from. No matter what your relationship is, miserable or not, You’ve clearly built some kind of life together. It’s just a matter of really asking yourself if that is the life you want. I think it’s hard for you to open up and talk about it because you feel judged or you feel like an asshole, or maybe you’re afraid of saying the wrong thing. I do think it’s sad that she doesn’t try to get to know you on a deeper level. Like she knows you, but she doesn’t know the real you. But I also think that’s partly your fault. You have to open up, allow her to get to know the real you. Ya know? She won’t know who you are and what you want out of life or a partner if you don’t. I will say what I’ve said for years, I think you deserve better, and I also think she deserves better.

I think at one point in my life, I’m sure I told you I wanted to help you grow emotionally and do life with you. I’m sorry you felt I didn’t.

When you and I were together, I was so young. I was crazy, acted a damn fool, and said a lot of hurtful things to you that I regret. I can never take those words back, but I can apologize for them and hope for forgiveness. We were both young and crazy. I’m proud to say that over the last 4 years, I’ve done a lot of soul searching, worked through some trauma, worked on my mental health, and I’m actually happy. Sure I’ve still got some crazy in me, but I’ve grown a lot. I think you’d be pleasantly surprised. I’m still the same funny Becca, just with a different mindset, different outlook on life, and I have mad respect for myself. I really think you’d be proud of me.

I went through some really dark times after my mom died. Something changes in you when you lose someone that close to you. My Life definitely changed forever. I sat in my sadness for over a year. I sat with my grief. I sat with my trauma. And the hardest part was, I sat by myself. I didn’t know how to move forward or how to deal with life. I felt stuck, like I was in a routine and like my life was just meant to be shitty. I couldn’t tell you what it was that made me snap out of it, and it of course didn’t happen overnight… it wasn’t easy pulling myself out of the darkness, but I knew it was possible. I took things day by day. Well, minute by minute really. Slowly things started looking up. I feel like I am living proof that you can grow as a person, you can heal, and you can move forward. That’s how I know the life you desire is a possible thing for you too. You have to save yourself before you can help save anyone else.

I’m happy to be alive. I’m so glad that my trauma and everything in my life has lead me to where I am right now. Sure, I thought my life would be different, like I thought I’d be married with kids by now. But I’m not going to lie, I’m happy I’m not because I don’t really want kids. I fully believe everything happens for a reason and I truly feel blessed to be where I am in life! Sure, my life still has flaws… like my weight, it’s gone up and down and up and down… but grief, drugs, and alcohol will do that to you. I’m at my heaviest right now, which puts me down but honestly my mental state was more important to me than what’s on the outside. And I’m still beautiful, big or not.

I don’t know if you want a life update on me but I’m going to give it to you anyways… lol.

I inherited my grandmas house after my mom passed. It was really hard living here at first, But I feel like I’ve done a pretty good job making it my own home. It’s old as eggs and small, but to me it’s home! I have so many childhood memories here and I’ve already made some good adult memories here too. It’s been almost 4 years and Its still weird to think that I am a home owner. LOL. I try to do 1 big project on the house every year. This year is my back patio! I had the roof of it replaced, painted the siding of the house back there, got some furniture, string lights, and of course have been adding my cool boho hippie style touch to it.

I’m still at Toyota. I’ve been a Main shop advisor there for about 4ish years! It’s definitely not forever but I do think I’m pretty kick ass at my job lol.

I finally sold my Subaru! My brother in law bought it from me. I currently drive a 4Runner and I love it so much.

Charlie and Dexter are still my boys. Charlie is 11?12? I forget. He’s getting old though, has trouble jumping on things sometimes and needs help… but he’s still huge and a big fluff ball. Dexter is 9, almost 10. He’s still a puppy at heart. I honestly don’t know where the f he gets all his energy from lol.

I’m still a summer girl. I’ve been paddle boarding and kayaking a lot the last 2 summers.

I’ve been going on vacations and exploring places. I went to Vegas and Texas last year and had a blast. I also went down to bend Oregon, floated the deschutes river with my friends and went to a reggae concert there. I loved bend! I would move there if I could. This year I went to Joshua tree for my birthday, it was wonderful. I was Basically shroomin in the desert for a week LOL! I went to Vegas recently for a concert, it was hot as ball there but I had a freaking blast.

I am currently dating someone, his name is Alex. He’s a tall nerdy metal head. I won’t go into too much detail about him, but he’s cool. He’s been one of my besties for a few years now. It’s pretty rad being in a relationship with your best friend.

I hope you know that I’ll always be here for you, as a friend. You were a big part of my life for a while, and I will always hold you close to my heart. I truly wish nothing but the best for you. I know you think that we can’t be friends without being more, but I would certainly like to try. I hope you have the courage to text me, because I would definitely reply. I hope someday we can be friends again.

Xoxo

Rebecca

[wishheroes]

Weekly K-pop Round-Up (20240523-20240531) pt.1

hello and welcome to another weekly round-up! today we will be reviewing k-music releases from the last week of may which happens to be may 23rd until may 31st! due to this week being longer as it's the last week and there being a lot of new releases, i will skip some that i don't have many thoughts on. hope you enjoy!

MONA LISA - Soojin

this song is great! this release suits soojin way more than agassy did, although both are great fits for her. the sound this song has really takes me back to 3rd/4th gen which i absolutely love. the instrumental is well made, and there's a summer vibe to it which makes it a nice song to listen to in the summer season. another thing to mention is the music video, it's absolutely fantastic. the visuals, the set, the effects, i loved everything. and it looks very high quality too. such an amazing comeback from soojin.

ERROR 405 - JD1

this is a bit funny, but this song genuinely made me emotional. mainly because it reminds me SO much of dkz, and i have a strong emotional attachment to them. moving on though, as you can probably guess i enjoyed this song a lot. it's really fun and i can definitely imagine myself listening to this a lot. the music video is also fun. honestly the best way to describe this song is, well, fun! if you enjoyed this release i wholeheartedly recommend you to listen to also check out some older dkz songs like universe, all i need is you or crazy night.

Be Ur Girl - B-OURS

to be completely honest, this just sucks. the mixing sounds atrocious on this, the vocals don't match the song at all and it's all over the place! i hoped their singing would save the song but being real, it only made it somehow.. worse? i feel bad. the girls have potential, it's just the song that's terrible and they need more practice. i feel bad criticising how low quality it is because they're obviously a nugu group, but i really have nothing positive to say about this song. i liked the summer-y vibe. that's it. hopefully before their next comeback they get some vocal lessons and a better producer.

How Sweet - NewJeans

endless plagiarism allegations aside, this has to be one of their best releases to date. the beat is simple but it works so well, and their vocals mix with the instrumental perfectly. it's addictive yet easy to listen to which makes it a perfect on-loop slash re-listen track. i could probably listen to this on loop for an hour straight and not even realize it's been so long. it's a cute song. personally i'm waiting for more songs like ditto and cool with you since those were my favourite releases from them but this one is solid too.

LOST! - RM

i like this a lot! i'm not a big rm or bts fan (or at least anymore) so i haven't really listened to any of namjoon's stuff after indigo but i was pleasantly surprised with this song. it's definitely very much my type of vibe and it immediately went onto my playlist. it's such a nice song. it's one of those songs that just feels like youth to me. honestly the more i listen to the more i like this song. maybe u could even say i love it. i hope he continues this sound in future releases as well.

Armageddon - aespa

language warning for anyone who needs it.. WHAT A FUCKING COMEBACK. aespa just never disappoints this shit is SO GOOD. that music video?? insane! the song is so addictive and SO well made i'm so unwell. i have no clue if i prefer armageddon or supernova from the double titles but girl at this point does it matter both are fucking crazy. everything about this comeback screams Q U A L I T Y! imma get it done~ oh ay oh ay oh - this release was crazy good.

KING KONG - TREASURE

huge step up from the disaster that was bona bona, we have treasure with their new single titled king kong. as someone who isn't a big fan of treasure i actually enjoyed this comeback a lot. i think it feels quite reminiscent of older yg releases which might be why i like it so much. i'm especially a fan of the chorus. i love the "here we go" part so much. it suits the song so well and it's extremely addictive. it's a solid comeback! thank you for not ruining my ears this time around, treasure.

Taxi Blurr - Jay Park (ft. Natty)

okay let him cook! this guy might be terrible but oh boy does he know how to make a solid track. this song KIND OF sounds like something jongin would release, and i ult jongin, so i like this a lot. natty's feature on this song was great too, her voice fits this song extremely well and she doesn't sound out of place at all which is great because a lot of songs with features suffer from that problem. honestly i did kind of almost fall asleep while listening to this but in this case it's a good thing. everything sounds good together and everything is mixed well into each other so it's a yes from me.

Empty - CHEN

chen serving vocals as usual. beautiful ballad, as expected from an exo member. did i fall asleep? yes. but if you fall asleep to a ballad, that just means it's really fucking good. feels like a lullaby that puts me right to sleep. the instrumental is beautiful too. i'm in love with this song i feel like i could truly listen to this on hours on end.

LOOP - Yves (ft. Lil Cherry)

mother. this song is definitely one of my top 2024 releases. serving pinkpantheress realness. i mention pink a lot these days, did u guys know i'm a huge fan of her? as expected from a queer individual. anyway, this song is outstanding. perfect concept for yves, she absolutely nailed it. nothing negative to say about it at all! oh actually though, remember when i said that a lot of songs suffer from a feature that is out of place and just sounds wrong? yeah. this is one of them. lil cherry, i'm sorry, but we need you out. this is like boys a liar pt2 with ice spice except the feature is even worse. dear me. thank god the song is so good that it just can't be ruined no matter what.

click here for part two of our weekly round-up!

[huztle]

6 Advantages of Poly-Wood Plastic Adirondack Chairs

Though at first you may not give plastic Adirondack chairs much of a chance, you may be pleasantly surprised at the great advantages that they have to offer. Take a look at what click here to learn more they really are today, and 6 advantages they have over other materials.

When I was growing up, I did not see any plastic Adirondack chairs or any other kind of plastic patio furniture. Later, I saw the real cheap type that was found in discount stores that would easily break. But in the last 20 years there has been some major innovations in what would be called plastic furniture, and one of the leading companies is Poly-Wood. The innovation behind Poly-Wood came in 1990, when 2 high school friends, Doug Rassi and Mark Phillabaum, discovered that they could shape the pellets of recycled milk jugs into plastic lumber by forcing it through a die. That "lumber" could them be assembled into outdoor furniture. Lets take a look at six advantages of using this type of material for outdoor furniture over other materials.

It is extremely durable and is resistant to all types of weather. Regardless of where you live, in the mountains, by the ocean, in a rain forest, or in the middle of the desert, you can leave Poly-Wood plastic Adirondack chairs outside year round and it will not suffer any adverse affects. It is resistant to sun, rain, sleet, snow, wind, saltwater, chlorine and mildew. The same cannot be said of wood, metal or iron. They all need special treatment and care.

Easy to care for, no special coatings, sanding or staining. Just wash with soap and water to keep it clean and looking great. So, if you want low maintenance plastic Adirondack chairs, then Poly-Wood is a great option.

You can leave it out all year round. No need to prepare for winter by caring and storing your furniture. Since it is nonporous, just leave it where it is, and it will be fine. This is really nice, because even in a snowy climate, there are some beautiful, sunny days. And if you have plastic Adirondack chairs by Poly-Wood, you have a place to sit and enjoy the day for a few moments. With other type of material, you look outside and just wish you could sit out and enjoy it for a little while. But your outdoor furniture is stored away for the winter and not easily accessible.

It comes in a large variety of colors, including six traditional colors and six bright colors. These colors include: white, sand, green, black, teak, mahogany, and sunset red, tangerine, lemon, lime, aruba and pacific blue. So you are sure to find something that suits your personality and taste.

It looks good. Some of the traditional colors even look like real wood. Plus, just the very nature of the material does not allow for fading. And unlike the cheap, plastic furniture, it has some weight to it so it will not blow away.

You are doing something good for the planet. When we lived in town we would regularly go to the recycling center, and though we were not fanatic about recycling everything, we would always separate out our milk jugs, paper board and card board. The kids would wonder how things were recycled, what happened to all those milk jugs? Well, now we know one way in which they are used, to make plastic Adirondack chairs, and it brings new meaning and excitement to recycling.

[adamgant]

Friday Faves 9.15

Friday Faves 9.15 https://ift.tt/gXbm6iS Hi hi! Happy Friday! How was the week? We’re on Day 5 of our community detox and the feedback so far as been amazing! I’m doing 21 days for the first time, and I already feel SO good. I could see/feel a lot of inflammation in my face, and it’s already gone. My energy is better, sleep has been better, and it doesn’t feel daunting at all. (Even though I’ll be ready for some chocolate when this is all over.) If you’d still like to join, you can order your kit here and use FITNESSISTA10. One of my dinners from this week: shrimp and veggie stir fry on cauliflower rice. (The shrimp is blurry but Maze is the best part!) What’s going on this weekend? We have a school event, baptism, and a football game. I hope you have an amazing weekend! It’s time for the weekly Fri Faves party. This is where I share some of my favorite finds from the week and around the web. I always love to hear about your faves, too, so please shout out something you’re loving in the comments section below. Friday Faves 9.15 Home: Mold testing! What a fave, right?! I’m continuing to dig into my whole situation, and mold exposure can contribute to gut imbalances and bacterial overgrowth. I know we were exposed to mold when we lived in San Diego – our little house by the beach was like 100 years old – but was curious to see if we had mold exposure here. I bought these little testing pucks and put them in various locations around the house. I won’t post the results (because EW) but we were shocked!!! The worst offenders were our couch and upstairs carpet. We’ve been planning on getting the carpet removed anyway – this just expedited the process – but we were on the computer ordering a new couch that very day. Which brings us to the next fave: new couch! Our old brown Axis had stood the test of time, but we had it hauled away because it apparently didn’t fare well from the San Diego and Georgia humidity. We considered getting a new Axis, because they’re amazing couches, but in the end, we didn’t want to spend another 7k+ on a couch. (I mean, that’s a Disney cruise lol.) We found this one at Macy’s and have been pleasantly surprised by it! It’s the perfect size – it’s huge! – and super comfy. Now the goal is to just try and keep it clean… Fashion + beauty: An updated set of glasses. I’m finally back in contacts – I thought I’d never see the day – and it.has.been.awesome. But, I’m trying to still take it easy on my eyes during the day and will usually wear my glasses when I’m just working from home. My other pair is from Warby Parker, so I grabbed a new pair. This is the Clemens style. Ordered this jumpsuit and can’t wait to it to arrive! Fall Vuori picks! I live in Vuori most days, especially when I’m working at home and then getting in a quick workout. Some of my fave things are these joggers, these hoodies, sweatshirts, these jumpsuits, and these bike shorts. I ordered some new things for fall and love the new colors! On the list: This jumpsuit This tank  Boyfriend joggers This bodysuit My fave blush right now. Read, watch, listen: Are you a party host or enthusiastic guest? How to clear emotional clutter  One of my fave IG follows! Health and good eats: HigherDOSE red light neck enhancer! I was so excited to receive this as a gift from HigherDOSE; I LOVE it. I have to tell you, with my red light face mask, eye mask, and neck enhancer, it’s quite a sight lol. I’ll do a full review blog post, but I’ve loved adding this to my routine. I feel like the neck and chest have more visible signs of aging, and would like do everything I can to keep this skin healthy and smooth. You can check it out here and use the code FITNESSISTA15 for 15% off. Everything Bagel cauliflower rolls. A lovely pumpkin cake. Happy Friday friends! Thank you so much for stopping by the blog today! I’ll see ya on Monday with two new recipes and a giveaway. xoxo Gina The post Friday Faves 9.15 appeared first on The Fitnessista. via The Fitnessista https://ift.tt/PKHok7T September 15, 2023 at 06:35AM

[pathparazzi]

Thoughts re: Job Hunting

Today, I received a rejection email from a prospective employer. What surprised me was that neither the chairman, whom I'd met several times, nor the AP director (APD) who would have been my immediate boss had reached out for follow-up before this email made its way to my inbox. All I got was a formulaic letter from HR telling me that they were considering other candidates.

I am at the end of my job hunt so I feel more at liberty to discuss my thoughts on this particular interview, several aspects of which have been anonymized. And before I go on, I'm going to go back in time to the beginning to give some context.

When I applied, I had not expected an interview from this institution for a couple of reasons:

First, they wanted someone with job experience. As I've seen on several academic job postings, they read something like "entry-level position, 5-10 years experience required", and this posting was essentially no different. Also, we are in a critical pathology shortage that will likely last for years to come and the application pool is largely fresh grads so...

Second, I learned not to expect anything from online job applications because in spite of the "booming job market" for pathologists and the wide net I'd cast, I barely heard back from anyone.

For instance, I applied for a job near the place I trained for residency, as they were in a hiring frenzy and I wanted to be close to the city. I submitted my application online and emailed their chair directly to express my interest in the position. Months passed, I heard nothing, and then the job postings vanished. A separate job posting close to family and friends took three months for a response, and this was after several attempts on my part, as well as my colleagues, to reach out. It has not been an easy journey by any means, so I'm grateful to be near the end of it all.

So, back to this job listing. I was pleasantly surprised to learn my director (whom I semi-jokingly call God) had spoken to the APD there who was a former colleague of his. God had given me a glowing recommendation, as had my previous director, so this APD opted to interview me to gauge compatibility and interest.

We met later over Zoom. The conversation was somewhat stilted - he was interviewing me while covering service - and our conversation ended after he got called away during a natural lull. While I had some reservations, I suppressed them mainly because he was just one person in what could potentially be a whole chain of people I could call my colleagues.

Next up was the chairman. He was loquacious and boastful of his department, the hospital system, and the city as well. One thing he liked to harp on was that they were flush with money and that they would not leave me wanting for anything. He talked up the specialties I'd be interested in and the fact that this city was great for single people (something he technically shouldn't have inquired about but I have no issue answering). I figured that this would be quite an opportunity and a whole new world if this all worked out.

Over the next few weeks, multiple emails were exchanged. They booked me a flight and a stay at a hotel. I won't go into the details of everything that transpired in between, so I'll skip ahead to the interview.

I was very impressed by how meticulously all of these logistics had been planned. There was a driver awaiting me at the airport, and the driving service had my number on hand. I was picked up, offered water, and driven to the hotel, which was much nicer than I anticipated. Because my flight arrived relatively late into the night, I quickly unpacked and went to bed.

The itinerary was spread out over 2 days and it was set up in such a way that I would meet with the chairman 3 separate times but nowhere was it on the schedule that I would meet with the APD at any point. (I would later find out he was out of town on scholarly business.) It only included attendings from one of the specialties I would be signing out.

Day one. I was picked up and driven to the hospital. I did not realize how big and sprawling this campus was until I arrived. Several hospitals existed under one academic umbrella over several city blocks and throughout my interview, I would be transported to several different locations as well as entirely different hospitals.

I had a very long first meeting with the chairman. Again, he was a talker, and I was mildly wishing that I could just move on to the other interviews.

The interviewers/my potential colleagues at this first hospital were...alright. I couldn't help but notice that something seemed off during our interactions, and I got the sense that I wouldn't particularly get along with them past a professional standpoint. They seemed somewhat overworked and rigid. There seemed to be no space for chit-chat, only shop talk. And I did not notice any camaraderie.

For the service I would be covering, I learned that they had 3 pathologists for what seemed to be an obstructively busy workload, and no one seemed happy with this arrangement. They all told me that it was "busy but doable" more or less and that I would have support.

Midday, I gave my job talk which I thought went rather well. Of course, the chairman seemed very excited at the topic and even decided to invite someone who specialized in that field to attend.

I had more interviews later on, some of which felt particularly irrelevant to my field, and then I was dropped off at the hotel to rest and await dinner with the chairman.

He picked me up in his car and he took me out to a somewhat upscale restaurant that he frequented, to the point that the waitstaff recognized him. Two others joined us, one of whom would be a potential colleague as well, and the four of us had a good time for the most part.

However great dinner was, I felt uncomfortable with the chairman bringing up politics and my home country, and then passing summary judgment on it as if he knew best. If you couldn't already tell, he's an older white man, and he felt that he knew my home country better than I did. I tried to explain the reality of it, but he did not seem to care. It lent a brief awkwardness to the conversation, and then I changed the topic as smoothly as I could.

Afterwards, I was dropped off at the hotel and then I went to bed.

Day two. I gave a slide session with the residents. Only 3 out of 29 showed up with a bunch joining virtually (and silently). I was not particularly impressed with them except for one who nailed these differentials better than the senior who was present.

The rest of the day, I interviewed the other half of the colleagues in my specialty, and they practiced at a separate hospital. The moment I arrived, I could tell that they were happier, and that they liked each other. Their doors were open, and two of them were just casually chatting away until I walked in.

I had a blast with these people, whom I sadly wouldn't even get to work with if I got the job, and what I found interesting was that they all preferred to be at this hospital, not the main academic building where I'd interviewed yesterday. Their workflow seemed flexible and there was backup, unlike the other hospital.

After lunch, I ended up meeting with the special guest the chairman had invited to my job talk. We met in his office, and I didn't expect for him to insult me or the group I'd worked with. I didn't quite know what to say and he didn't seem to want to hear it either, just that he had better stuff than we did and that it was more expensive. It’s like the rich kid shaming the poor kid for wearing Gap clothes while he’s wearing Armani. Cool story, brah, you missed the entire point of the talk.

My last meeting of the day was with the chairman and my goodness, the guy could talk. He left the ball in my court, telling me that if I wanted to continue pursuing this job, then he would generate an offer letter and the like, so on and so forth. I let him know that I still had interviews and that I would reach out after everything was done so as to not waste his time. He seemed vaguely disappointed with that answer and wanted me to give him an answer sooner rather than later.

Before long, I was whisked away to the airport and I didn't even get a chance to change out of my suit.

// The "Postmortem" //

So, I was a little surprised to find such an impersonal rejection letter. I expected someone to reach out in the time that followed to gauge interest, and there was nothing. I didn't hear from the chair or the APD in the weeks that followed. Granted, I also could have reached out but I was interviewing elsewhere and busy being on service and he knew that.

I really don't know what their team's impression of me was, but I thought it was generally positive. My impression, however, was littered with red flags  and these are the ones I can think of off the top of my head. :

One of the wonderfully competent admin I was with told me that only a few people had applied for this position and no one seemed to want it

The chairman. He himself was a giant red flag...

I learned that he didn't actually know what my job workflow would be like

The politics issue at dinner and the fact he'd asked if I were single or married more than once

He also insulted my talk somewhat

The constant mention of having money...but the hospital not seeming to know how to use it well

Boasting so much to the point he actually lied to me about certain facts

The lack of awareness that pathology as a whole is facing such a terrible predicament

The only people I didn't really vibe with were the people I would be working constantly with, and they seemed overworked and unhappy

The lack of contact and follow-up with the APD

It seemed that several attendings I talked to had to give something up in order to advance in their careers

The complete and utter lack of masking inside the hospital seemed alarming

Being insulted by a guy who didn't understand what my talk was about

As for the rejection, a friend suggested that perhaps they got their top pick (which seems unlikely given how few people applied), or that someone else answered sooner. Either way, I hope whoever they hired will be happy there.

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[fang-wife]

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voyeur | m. izuku 

➳ tags ;; sub!izuku, dom!reader, watching hentai together?, reader is mean and nice </3, quirkless college au!izuku, corruption kink/religious guilt, unprotected sex/creampies, established relationship, afab reader

➳ wc ;; 2.1k

➳ a /n ;; @/sems-diarie made a post abt this a while ago n my brain wouldn’t let it be so. here we are </3 

➳ plot ;; izuku didn’t sneak you into your dorm to watch.. this with you. but he has a habit of letting you do what you like. 

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This is embarassing. 

He knows this is embarassing - more embarassing than he really cares to admit to. He should really know better by now then to let you do as you please. You’re always stringing him along with your schemes and plans and he loses sight of his morals. His standards. 

Then again, he doesn’t have any at this point. The point of him paying for this single dorm was so that he could have space to focus. It wasn’t to sneak you in when his R.A. wasnt looking. Even more then that, it wasn’t to do.. whatever this was. 

It’d be one thing if he was having sex. That’s a normal thing to do in college, to sneak your partner in and smash. But you’re you, and all you ever seem to have planned for him are hair-brained schemes. It’s what this feels like - when you sit on his twin size bed and pat the empty space next to you. The distrust in his expression makes you laugh.. He sighs and does what you’ve asked. 

“What’re you doing?” 

He sounds exasperated. You laugh - too pleasantly for him to be comfortable. You type something into the search bar. Green eyes widen, skin warm and blushing. 

“Wh-what’re you doing?” 

You laugh as you prop the computer on the bed. You grin at him, tucking yourself under his arm. The website mocks him, all black background and animated women with huge tits covering the screen edge to edge. 

“You know something, after you’re done using incognito mode - you’re supposed to switch out to regular search, you know,” you explain. Your hand rests on his thigh. Deku freezes. 

The sound of your voice has always been something of a vice. It gets a little raspy like this - sultry in a way that has him squirming. He doesn’t know what to do. He can feel the heat of your body. 

“Would you know my surprise when I borrow your phone to look up when the convience store closes,” you inch closer, press further “only to see..” 

He knows what you saw before you announce it. His skin feels like it’s on fire, tuning out whatever description you’ve been giving of what he chose to watch. 

Maybe it was the way he was raised - but he always had such a specific sort of guilt towards pornography. Always told himself he shouldn’t watch things like that, shouldn’t touch himself. Izuku had always been a good, well-behaved boy. Done the right thing even when it was hard. 

Meeting you had changed that, changed him. He found his body craving you when he couldn’t control it and he ended up here - watching porn and jerking off with his shirt in his mouth. It’s all come back to haunt him, really. 

“I’m not mad, y’know,” ― and your tone goes soft - it’s assuring enough that Izuku can whimper out an okay, but you’re not done ― “I’m just curious. Can’t we watch it together?,” 

“That’s ― !” 

You flutter your lashes him. 

“That’s?” 

He has a million words that he can say. That he should say. Bad, wrong, immoral. Words that belong at the end of the sentence to describe what he’s doing with you and what he’s considering. 

None of that comes out. 

“That’s.. too much” 

You grin at him. 

“Do you not want too?” 

“..I didn’t say that, it’s just -” 

Your hand squeezes his thigh until your stiletto's dig into them. Your mouth trails his jaw with hot, open mouth kisses until your turning his head to face you. A hand splayed on his face, tongue deep in his mouth. French kissing makes him pant - hands twitching eagerly to touch you. He watches, dazed - the spit trail of saliva that stretches between you two. 

He’s so easy, it’s cute. You press forward with a chaste kiss. 

“Show me what you were watching, Izuku,” 

His hand trembles as he leans forward. He remembers the title - doesn’t know if that’s good or bad. Within seconds, it shows up and he clicks. You lean forward too, observing the tags with a small smile on your face. 

“Milf, NTR, Gangbang,” 

“S-stop reading them!” 

You giggle. 

Without warning - you press play. Izuku finds himself frantic. Worried about the sound, the time, all of it - but you don’t seem to care. The AD comes on and you skip that too. It’s on. A familiar arousal blooms in his chest, the memory of what he’d seen appearing. You settle between his legs, your back pressed to his chest. You bring his hands around your waist.

“Let’s watch ~” 

Izuku face twists with displeasure. The plot nothing to ride home about - a lonely housewife goes out to a club and finds someone to take care of her needs. At first it’s just one stranger at the club - then two, then she’s surrounded and its too much. 

Izuku assumes you’re gonna find him disgusting, but when he looks at your face - you’re smiling, heart-beating in your chest. His eyes blow wide when you take his hand between your legs. You’re wet and you’re letting him touch you and he’s trying his hardest not to show how much he’s shaking. 

A little sigh of pleasure leaves your mouth when Izuku very carefully rubs your clit. It throbs under the pressure of big fingers - you hold his wrist and moan. He can hear the porn in the background but it doesn’t serve to distract him from you. 

“You want me to go n’ get fucked by a bunch of strangers, ‘zuku?” 

He shakes his head furiously. 

“Then you just like watching depraved shit, huh?” 

Unable to argue with you or with the the way his cock twitches and jumps in his jeans, he opts to whine. You can feel his it against your lower-back, the little wet-spot that presses to your thin tshirt. He’s too turned onto think properly - watching the way your body jerks and twitches. 

The woman on screen is stuffed to the brim with cock - it’s all over exaggerated he knows, but he thinks that’s why he likes it. Maybe he just likes the idea of fucking someone that stuffed fulled of cum, how it leaks and pours onto every surface and the way her cunt just seems to take it. And Izuku is such a good, well behaved boy - it’s never crossed his mind to think about doing it to you. 

And no, he doesn’t really want to see you get fucked by so many men but if there were more than one of him he’d be more than inclined to let you. His chest feels tight forgetting to breath. 

He thinks maybe you’re some kind of witch because you always seem to know what he wants before he does. The right way to push all of his buttons. 

“Oh, I see’ ― and he’s afraid of whatever words come out of your mouth next ― “you wanna fuck me full of your cum, Izuku? Wanna know how it feels raw?” 

He moans - loud and shameless and needy against your ear. A breathless laugh leaves your mouth because that’s exactly what he wants. He wants to fuck you full of cum, just picturing how good it might feel. 

You sit up on your knees and bend over a little - pulling short-shorts beneath the curve of your ass and thickest parts of your thigh. Your panties are drenched, clinging to your folds. He inhales sharply, frozen till as you lean forward - pulling them to one side. 

“Take your cock out ‘n fuck me then, baby” ― you challenge, dark and dangerous. Everything about you is so sinful and too tempting for him to ignore. His cock aches ― “Do your best”  

His body moves before he has a proper chance to feel shame. Whatever devils been whispering in his ear (read: you) has won whatever leftover dignity he has left. Without a proper word, his cock stands to attention. His hands are fidgety but they mange to settle on your waist. He guides you down on his dick, bottom lipped pulled between his teeth hard enough to draw blood. 

“Oh, fuck” 

He’s going to cum right away if he doesn’t take a breather. This is the first time he’s feeling you, and it feels so much better than he could understand. The lingering thoughts of the dangerous act silence by how tight and how wet and how willing your pussy is for him. The way your walls twitch - ache shamelessly around his cock. He’s fucking sliding in and out of you - it feels like a special privilege he’s done nothing to earn.

He’s shivering, over and over. When he looks down, he’s not all the way in. He’s not sure if he’s praying to god for the right reason - for forgiveness. All he can think about is how good it feels to be inside and how he absolutely doesn’t want to do anything else. 

“How’s it feel, Izuku?” 

He groans at the sound of your voice, the way you clench down on him and stretch so tightly around his shaft. He’s too wrapped up in the feeling of your cunt - like heaven and silk. 

“F-feels so, so good” 

Part of you thinks you should ride him, but another part of you is more interested in seeing how he fucks you. You snap the laptop closed and push it to the other side of the bed, before flipping around and laying on your back. His cock slips out and he snaps into reality - the way you have your legs in the air and your arms out. 

“I’ll let you fuck me as many times as you want today,” ― your legs reach and wrap around his waist, easily forcing his cock back inside ― “go on,” 

Izuku is a mess, really. His pants are only half-way pulled down and he’s wearing a nerdy graphic t-shirt. He’s borderline in hysterics over how good your pussy feels and can’t do anything other than thank you repeatedly and fuck you with an animalistic need. It’s clumsy like you’d expect, but he makes up for it with sheer enthusiasm. 

His cock is long and pretty - hits every spot you need it too. Izuku fucks you with shallow, sloppy thrusts - so needy and chasing his orgasm. Selfish and inexperienced. Every time he pushes forward, you can feel he’s throbbing. Aching to cum inside and unload. 

You reach a hand between the two of you to finish on your own time - planning on cumming before him. He doesn’t seem to care. 

“Ngh, ohh my god, feel’s’good” 

“Yeah? Gonna cum inside me, handsome? Makin’ such a pretty face for me” 

His stomach churns at the way you call him pretty. It sounds so sweet and adoring - but he knows that you’re a bully. He knows that about but fucks you with all his strength anyways - overly frustrated and fucked out of his mind by the feeling. Like a drug. He likes you so much he feels stupid over it. 

“Yeah, yeah ‘m gonna” 

Your own orgasm washes over you in a pleasant wave, squeezing his cock with force. He gasp and goes faster - all the thoughts washed away from his head. He needs to finish more than he needs anything. More than he needs to sleep for his 6am work-out and 8am class. More than he needs to be quiet because the walls of his dorm are paper thin. More than he needs to exercise self-control, he needs to cum so fuckin bad. 

“Look at me,” 

He follows your command, like always - and you look amused and fucked out just like he is. And Izuku has really never been this into anyone before so seeing you evokes feelings he can’t understand. 

“Oh, fuuck“ 

Briefly he understands that he really just came by looking at you, but nothing really makes sense to him. His eyes are heavy and he’s drooling onto your shoulder, spasming and clinging to your body with the most needy little whimpers. It’s so lewd, how he can feel his cum spurt out and coat your insides and his cock. It’s all so sinful but it feels so good, he can’t bring himself to care. 

“So,” ― you smile, full of mischief ― “if you want to be like that, we’ve got a few rounds to go” 

Izuku splutters at your comment and you laugh. He knows you’re not joking and he whines. You really are a bad influence on him. But with the way his cock is twitching to life again.. 

He might not be any better. 

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[animatorweirdo]

Dancing memories

(This fiction idea is like a continuation from the Imagine being there to witness everything and watching your beloved die headcanon, so you might wanna read that first before reading this. It also got so long that I divided it to two chapters. I will publish the second chapter later) Hope you enjoy! 

Contex: You have been living in Lindon for a while with your two foster sons. Everything was peaceful and it was almost time for a festival party, but then a stranger who calls himself the lord of gifts, arrives and insults your family. You decided to have a little chat about his future. 

Warnings: Angst, sass, dark sense of humor, thinking about ex lover, stranger danger, young Elrond gets insulted and that does not sit well with you. 

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Many years have passed since Elrond has seen the two feanorians and his brother. There wasn’t a day when he didn’t miss them. Despite all the crimes and the oath, Elrond loved them dearly and respected Elros’s choice to live as a human. It was hard to live on without his twin on his side, but luckily you were there to help and support him whenever he needed it. 

He was uncertain when you brought him to Lindon and introduced him to king Gill-galad. He expected to be hated because he didn’t hate the feanorians like others, but he was pleasantly surprised when the high king welcomed him and made him a herald. It was strange at first, but he managed to adapt. 

Life in Lindon was peaceful, and he had all the time in the world to master healing and making medicine while learning politics under Gil’galad’s guidance. He even managed to plan out the future realm he dreamed of making. 

However, Gill-galad tends to treat him like a younger brother of some sort. Elrond found it strange because the high king was much older than him and had a different background. Elrond didn’t dislike him because he was kind and generous, but his sense of humor was weird, and Elrond did not understand the special treatment. Maybe it was because you helped raising them. 

You were pretty close to a mother figure to them. You took them in when they lost their families and supported them throughout their lives. Gill-galad grew up in the safety of Cirdan, but Elrond could see how the high king kept you in high regard and fondly doesn’t mind when you speak casually with him. Elrond thought he couldn't relate with him in the beginning until you told him how Gil-galad was somewhere in his age when he lost his father to the war. You took care of him because he had no other relatives, and his father was one of your close friends.

Elrond learned to accept and like the brotherly love the high king shared with him. He respected you, so he showed some effort to get along with your former charge. 

Life was good to him, and he couldn't thank you enough for staying around when the feanorians left him and his brother. But it did pain him to see you stare into the nothing most of the time. Maedhros’s death had hurt you more than he could imagine. He despised the eldest feanorian for it because now you looked tired most of the time. 

Thousands of years of living had worn you down. You got left with a task you did not want to continue, and you most likely still blamed yourself for what happened to Maedhros. Elrond knew changing the pass of time was risky and could only bring worse results, so he did not blame you for not doing anything to change his fate. 

Elrond did wish to see life and happiness return to your eyes. He could feel your sorrow and detachment from reality like it was his own. No matter how much your enchanted earrings hid your identity, your fea has always been open to the world. That’s what made you so human than an elf. 

Your sorrow was deep, which is why Elrond tried hard to bring you happiness and a smile whenever you felt there was no light in the world. It wasn’t easy, but he managed. And today, Elrond just wanted to make you smile again. 

“These are well planned, Elrond,” Gil-galad stated as he viewed the papers. “Yes, but there are still a lot of things to do like ensuring everything goes on the schedule, the invitations received, and the refreshments and the food are a bit late, so we need to send someone to make sure they get in time,” Elrond explained as they walked through the hall. Gil-galad shook his head with an amused smile. “I think we will be fine. The festival is only two days ahead, so there’s no need to rush,” He explained. “I know, but I think it would be for the best that everything is in place beforehand,” Elrond said. “We don’t accidentally want to forget something,” He added as they stopped for a moment. 

Gil-galad chuckled. “Always so diligent,” He said, then glanced at the hall’s decorations. 

“You know, we always go for unusual colors and decor for this festival. Do you think we could do something new for exchange?” He questioned. “We could let someone else decide the theme for the feast,” He added, glancing at Elrond. “Well, I have an idea who we could pick for that job,” Elrond said. “Oh, and who is that I wonder?” Gil-galad asked with a smile. 

“The one who usually stares into the void with a book. (Name) has been in gloomy clouds again, so I thought we could include her in planning the looks for the party,” Elrond explained. “Oh, that is a lovely idea. I heard she used to love parties. She will be perfect for the job, and it will help keep her mind occupied,” Gil-galad enthusiastically said. “Yes, but I’m afraid she won’t accept at first, so we might have to do some persuasion,” Elrond said. “It’s a pity that all festivities have left her interest,” He added. “I’m afraid she will only get annoyed with us if we even bring it up,” Elrond said, making Gil-galad chuckle at the statement. 

“True, but perhaps that's why it will be good for her to get included than stand in the backgrounds like a wallflower,” Gil-galad said. Elrond nodded, humming in agreement. “But what do you suggest we do to have her at least hear what we have to say?” Gil-galad questioned. “There’s only one way that will make her hear us,” Elrond raised his finger. The older elf looked at him curiously. 

You gazed into the distance from the balcony. The wind from the sea gently blows against your face, whipping around strands of hair and filling your nose with a salty smell. 

The book lay in front of you on the table, untouched as you did nothing but hold the quill in your hands. Thoughts from a long distant past played within your mind like a never-ending movie. You remember screaming and fire, where the elf with crimson hair stood with a shining jewel in his hands. There was a lot of smoke then he was gone. 

You took a deep breath and tried to stop thinking about the incident. 

It has been thousands of years, and you still can’t stop thinking about him and the things you could have done to change his fate. You still can’t get over him. 

Elrond and Gil-galad glanced at you from the doorway to the balcony. You sat at the tiny table with a distant look the peredhel knew all too well. You were thinking about the past and him again, so this should be a welcomed distraction for you. 

“Good morning, (Name),” Gil-galad called out as the two approached you. You almost jumped with a startle but turned around to give them your attention. “I hope you’re doing well on this fine day, but may we have some of your time for a lovely discussion for future things to come?” He asked. You frowned at the question. “Why are you talking like that?” You asked. “If you wanna talk, just say so, don’t try to sound like a sugarcoating bard,” You explained, putting away your quill. “Of course,” Gil-galad chuckled. 

“So, what are you two up to; don’t you have a festival to plan out?” You questioned. “We were wondering if you could share some thoughts with us, and I sensed you might be here with an empty cup, so I brought you a new one,” Elrond replaced your empty cup of coffee with a new one. “Fresh, warm, and no sugar,” He said with a smile. You stared at the cup for a moment before taking it and looking at the boys. “Thank you, I guess,” You said, taking a sip. 

“You're welcome, but I wonder how you can like such a tasteless drink,” Gil-Galad stated as you gulped down. “I like it bitter like my life,” You said, making the two smile with awkwardness for a moment. 

“Alright, now I know you want something from me, which I most likely dislike, so what do you want?” You looked at them. “We were wondering if you would like to join in the festival planning and give a new look to the theme we decided this year?” Elrond started. You frowned at him with confusion. “You want me to decorate this place?” You questioned, scratching the back of your ear. “Well, even Cirdan mentioned you had parts in planning festivals and parties,” Gil-galad mentioned. “And those were ages ago when we didn’t need to worry about Morgoth and his orcs,” You explained.

“And besides, if I was younger, you would have made a mistake giving a task like this to me. I never really had control over the parties, and it most of the time ended up as a huge mess, thanks to your certain relatives,” You explained with a chuckle when you remembered those times with your beloved and his very wild family. Elrond and Gil-galad smiled. 

“Well, could you at least consider taking part in this year’s feast? We should celebrate these peaceful times while we can, and we both would be happy to have you included,” Gil-galad explained. “Oh, don’t give me that talk,” You shook your head. “Please, you don’t always have to stand in the background doing nothing,” Elrond held your hand. “And I brought you coffee, so give some considerations in return,” He smiled. You almost chuckled, pinching his cheek. “You cheeky little shit, you really here pressuring me with coffee,” You sighed. 

“Fine! If you so insist. What do you want me to look at?” You asked. 

Elrond and Gil-galad smiled at each other. 

“We have decided most of the festival, but you could take a look at the decor for the late party that will be held in the main hall,” Elrond explained. “Such as the flowers, tapestries, colors, you can even decide what kind of atmosphere you want to bring out,” He added. You nodded while taking a sip from your coffee. “You would have regretted picking me if I was still in my party years,” You stated, then checked out the plans Elrond had presented you on the table. 

“And you might regret it even now. How about we change the flowers? Not specific color or meaning, just a mix of everything to describe the absolute nonsense we call life,” You said. “(Name) - “ Elrond said, almost with a disappointed tone. “Just kidding, how about we add more than one type of tapestry to signify other people who will be there to signify unity and add more variety of colors to freshen the mood since it is a summer festival?” You questioned. “And maybe avoid too much alcohol on the menu and add more cool drinks and juice to honor our lady and mother earth Yavanna Kementari for her fruits and gifts of the earth,” You added. “That - doesn’t sound too bad since there will also be children,” Gil-galad stated. “ I almost forgot how careless of me,” He chuckled. 

“You are the king of this land, and you forgot children will also attend the feast?” You questioned him.  “Well, these are peaceful times. I guess my mind has yet to ease up since it was forbidden to marry and have children during my youth,” Gil-galad explained. “Well, true,” You shrugged your shoulders. 

“Talking about marriage. Elrond, how are you and Celebrian?” You asked, looking at the younger ellon. Elrond almost jumped with a startle. “Uhm… well-” He looked away, his face and ears slowly flushing. 

“My king, there is a stranger, who calls himself the lord of gifts, and lady Galadriel requests your attendance,” One of the guards suddenly came to the balcony. You all looked at each other with confusion. “Is that so? I will be there,” Gil-galad stated. The guard nodded and left. 

Your mind got occupied when you heard the guard mention the lord of gifts. It gave you a strange feeling and a sense of familiarity. Where have you heard that name before? 

“The lord of gifts? I have never heard of someone with such a title,” Elrond stated. “Neither have I, but if Galadriel asks for my presence, then it must be something important,” Gil-galad explained. Elrond got up from the table, then Gil-galad looked at you. “I’m sorry, but it looks like we have to go now. Do take your time on the decor and planning. I’m certain this won’t take long, whoever this stranger claims to be,” He explained, then he and Elrond left the balcony to meet this mysterious stranger. 

You thought about what you heard and tried to remember where you heard about this lord of the gifts. Where was it mentioned in the books? 

It clicked immediately. 

You stood up from the table and left the balcony. If the stranger was him, then the peaceful times are ending soon. You need to see this to confirm your suspicion. 

Elrond stood firmly with his arms crossed, observing the stranger who spoke to his king with sweet words and standing like a friend. His appearance was fair, but there was something strange about him. It was an ill-gutting feeling like there wasn’t something right about him.

Even Galadriel, who usually holds a calm appearance, was frowning with suspicion. She maintained her distance from the stranger with Celeborn, who looked uneasy.  

Elrond also didn’t feel comfortable with how this Annatar glanced at him from time to time like he knew something. It was unsettling, and Elrond wanted to leave. However, he couldn't leave his king’s side, so he tried to tolerate the uneasy feeling. 

You joined among the observers, and Elrond noticed your presence immediately. 

He felt comfort seeing you but then felt suspicious about the whole situation. If something like this caught your attention, it meant something important was happening. Your look toward the stranger only amplified his suspicion. It had to signify this Annatar was not who he claimed to be. You once said the peace of the second age would one day end. Was this it? 

Elrond thought about all possible outcomes the encounter might bring until his mind was brought back to reality by Gil-galad’s voice. 

“You are welcome to stay for a while. It is almost the festival’s eve, and everyone is welcome to attend,” Gil-galad stated. Elrond sensed the tone behind the older elf’s voice. It almost sounded forced, and he could feel the mistrust in the posture Gil-galad carried like he would have instead sent this stranger away than invited him to the city. 

“I’m grateful, my lord,” Annatar spoke with a bow and a smile. Gil-galad and his people then began leaving the main hall. You decided to join Elrond as he looked troubled. 

“Elrond, are you alright?” You questioned. He looked at you after glancing at Annatar. “I am fine. You don’t need to worry about me,” He said. You almost frowned because he didn’t sound convincing. “You sure? You tend to flicker your eyes around and find an exit to avoid the situation. It usually means you’re nervous or trying to hide something,” You explained. 

Elrond took a deep breath before leaning toward you. “Is it time?” He asked almost in a whisper. You hummed in confusion for a moment. “The end of the peace?” He asked again, clarifying what he meant.

You remained quiet, thinking about how to answer his question. You almost regret telling him one day, the peaceful times of the second age will eventually end because someone decided to come out of the shadows and follow in his master’s footsteps. And that someone was in the same main hall as you and Elrond. 

You almost stepped in front of Elrond when Annatar decided to make his presence known to you. You felt a rush of protectiveness over Elrond as you looked straight in the eye of this lord of gifts. His appearance was fair, and he had a face like no other. You would have fallen into a false sense of security too: If you did not already know his true identity. 

“Greetings, my lady, my lord,” Annatar said pleasantly with a bow. “Greetings. Is there something we can do for you, my lord?” You asked, trying to appear polite and pleasing like how he just pretended to be. 

He almost raised a brow when you held eye contact with him.

“Just an exchange of words if you may. Lindon is a lovely city, and I am eager to interact with its people after a long journey,” Annatar explained. You hummed with a pretend smile. “Well, I hope you will enjoy your stay here, but be warned. Some elves would rather keep it to themselves than talk to an unusual visitor. I’m afraid the effects of the rough times of the first age are still affecting them,” You said. He smiled. “I keep that in mind, lady…-” He trailed off, indicating your name. 

“No one important, “ You said with a smile. “Just a mere bystander and I doubt we will be seeing each other often,” You added, turning toward Elrond. “Shall we go, Elrond? I believe we have some work to do for the feast,” You questioned. “Yes…” Elrond nodded, then shared a glance toward Annatar. 

“If you face troubles, you can always ask for assistance. I’m sure we will be glad to help you whatever seems to trouble you,” Elrond said. “Yes, I’m sure any elf will be willing to assist me, Peredhel,” Annatar said respectfully with a smile. 

At that moment, you frowned because you sensed hidden malice behind that voice. This pretender was insulting Elrond. No one, and you mean no one, referred to Elrond as Peredhel. 

You didn’t say much, but you did pull Elrond along to leave the main hall and the pretender. 

“There is something wrong about him,” Elrond said when you two got clear. “No shit, how did he even know you’re a half-elf without ever meeting you?” You questioned. “ Do you think?!” Elrond stopped. “No, I might be jumping the conclusions,” He said with an uncertain look. 

You looked at him, suspecting what he was trying to say. He sighed, shaking his head. “I’m sorry, I cannot think straight,” He said. You brought your hand to meet his face. “Hey, are you affected by what he said?” You asked, but he didn’t immediately answer. It was enough to tell you everything. 

“I’m fine. I’m sorry for worrying you,” Elrond said as you removed your hand. “It’s fine, do not apologize,” You said. “For some reason, I can’t get rid of this terrible feeling about him, and I do not think it would be wise to let him stay here,” He said. You nodded, deciding what to do about the situation. 

“Let me handle this,” You said. Elrond looked at you with curiosity. “What are you going to do?” He asked. “I’m just going to have a little chat with him,” You smiled before making your way through the hallway.

Elrond thought for a moment what you meant and only looked in your way. 

You looked determined as you began planning the confrontation. You have ensured Elrond and his brother lived well without being criticized for being half-elves and for their grim history with the feanorians. However, there was always someone prejudiced who liked to share their uncivilized opinion, and you can’t tolerate anyone who dares to insult Elrond for simply being different. Not even the great deceiver.

[tobesolonely]

grammy night

A/n: like most of you, watching harry perform WS did something to me. i rushed to my computer to write this IMMEDIATELY... not proofread but i hope u all enjoy nonetheless! Thanks @nationalharryleague​ for looking this over and hyping me up.

summary: y/n wants to show her grammy winning boyfriend just how proud she is of him💕

warnings: smut, mentions of the pandemic!

word count: ~3k

my ko-fi! thank you :)

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You decided that “Harry Styles, Grammy-nominated artist!” had a lovely ring to it.

Harry knew how proud you were of him; you had been making it known to him in the days leading up to his big night. You fretted over him more than you usually did, showered him in an obnoxious amount of compliments, and were the most intimate you’d ever been with him–– but who was he to complain? 

Obviously, he knew you could care less whether he won or lost, and quite frankly, he didn’t care either. Just being able to perform at the Grammy’s, much less open it, was the opportunity of a lifetime. The fact that he was hitting such a big professional milestone with you by his side just made it that much better. You were both buzzing.

It had been months since Harry had performed. You knew how much he missed being in front of a live audience and hearing people scream his name, conceited as he was. He had been spending so much time rehearsing the one song he was performing, wanting it to be absolutely perfect. Your boyfriend was a perfectionist, after all! If he was going to do something, he either did it one hundred and ten percent, or he didn’t do it at all.

Although you were used to your boyfriend’s pre-performance jitters, it still wasn’t an easy sight to see. He would pace so much that beads of sweat would collect in his hairline; he’d shake, tremble, and have to be reminded to breathe. You’d think after ten years of doing this he would be a pro, but he was only human, after all. 

“Been so long since I performed in front of people,” Harry muttered to you, examining his reflection in his make-shift dressing room. “‘M nervous.”

“Don’t be nervous,” you reply, coming up behind him to rub his shoulders. He shoots you a look in the mirror. “I know it’s easier said than done but you have nothing to worry about. It’s “Watermelon Sugar” honey–– you’ve got nothing to worry about. You’ve performed this one dozens of times.”

“Things are jus’ so different now,” his voice drops an octave. “What if people are tired of the song?”

“I don’t think people are tired of the song.”

“It played on the radio a lot. Came out in 2019––”

“...And you’ve been busy with other things. No one’s gonna be upset that you haven’t released new music in the middle of a pandemic H, I promise you.”

Harry’s gaze meets yours again in the mirror briefly before he tilts his head back, silently asking for a kiss. You plant one on his lips before grabbing a tissue from a small table beside him, dabbing at his hairline.

“Stop sweating everything off, Harry,” you playfully scold your boyfriend. “Make-up artist has already been by to touch you up three times already, she’s probably running out of product.”

Your boyfriend lightly chuckles at this, causing you to smile. “I’ll just tell my body to cut it out. How’s tha’ sound?”

“Sounds good,” you reply, leaning down to kiss his nose. “You alright?”

You notice Harry deeply inhale. “I think so. How do I look?”

“Like a Grammy-nominated, soon-to-be Grammy-winning, artist.” 

Harry’s skin flushes. “Stop it…” The sound of three short knocks on the door of his dressing room causes panic to flood his features.

“Hey, look at me,” you gently grab your boyfriend’s chin, turning his gaze up towards yours. “It’s my job to believe in you when you don’t believe in yourself. If you get nervous just know I’ll be sitting as close to the stage as they’ll let me.”

“Promise?”

“Promise. Now, go make me proud.”

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“Breathe me in, breathe me out…”

If you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought Harry’s nerves in his dressing room were all theatrics. He was so in his element on stage, you were one hundred percent sure no one knew he was so nervous twenty minutes prior that he was turning green. He kept looking out into the small crowd, searching for you, and flashing you a dimpled grin once he did. 

You were enjoying watching him prance around the stage while trying to keep up with the band on stage, looking a bit too proud of himself when he was able to stay on the beat while rhythmically snapping his hips along to the song. As the song came to an end and the dimmed lights started coming back on, you were led back to Harry’s dressing room by one of his guards as you heard the next performer being introduced.

“How did I do?” Harry asks loudly, adrenaline still coursing through his veins.

His voice causes you to jump. “You scared the shit out of me! How’d you get off stage so quickly?”

Harry grabs your arm and pulls you off the couch, wrapping you in a tight, sweaty hug. “Don’t know. I basically ran to ya.”

“You did incredibly,” you tell him, lips ghosting over his. “Just like I knew you would. I don’t wanna say you were nervous for nothing, but you kinda were.”

“Don’t wanna hear your teasin’.”

“Did you see how everyone was looking at you?”

“I only saw how you were lookin’ at me. I was only lookin’ at you.”

Your body heats up at Harry’s admission, causing you to look away. “You’re so cheesy, H.”

“I think I would’ve been about fifty times more nervous if you weren’t here with me,” he presses his nose against yours. “Thank you for bein’ here, Y/N. You make this whole thing so much more doable.” Harry places one… two… three wet kisses to your cheek before pulling away, walking back over to close the door he left open during his excitement to re-join you.

“Changing?”

“Yeah,” Harry turns to look at you as he pulls off his jacket. The sight of his bare chest causes you to thickly swallow. “‘M gonna put what I was wearin’ on the red carpet back on. We’re gonna move outside.”

You simply hum in response to what Harry said, sitting back on the couch to scroll through your phone as you wait for him to finish changing. Everyone was congratulating Harry on his performance and wishing him luck on his nominations. You read all the good luck texts for him that were sent to you out loud, watching as his smile grows bigger and bigger from all the love he was being showered in.

After helping Harry powder his T-zone you let him lead you out of the small room and out into an area with spaced-out circular tables, most of them with just two or three seats at them. The Grammy’s in the middle of a pandemic was unlike anything you had ever seen before, and you were pleasantly surprised at how smoothly things were running. Jeff is already sat at the table when you and Harry join him and you can visibly see him let out the breath he was holding.

“Your boyfriend ran off stage so quickly I thought I was gonna have to set up a search party to find him,” Jeff tells you, a slight hint of annoyance present in his voice. He then turns to Harry and says, “Fix your mask, please.”

“It is fixed,” Harry grumbles but adjusts it nonetheless, causing you to giggle. 

Even though it was obvious your boyfriend was enjoying himself, you could still tell he was extremely nervous the closer it became to announcing the winner of the category he was nominated in. His grip on your thigh kept growing tighter and tighter and although you didn’t hate it, you worried he might cut off your circulation soon if he didn’t let go of you soon.

“H, take a deep breath,” you lean over to whisper in his ear. “You’re gonna make my thigh fall off.”

“Sorry, love,” if you could see his mouth under his mask, you’d see him biting his plump lips. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this nervous in my fuckin’ life.”

“Never?”

“Have I?”

“I dunno. I’m asking you.”

You see Harry’s eyes crinkle. “Maybe when I asked you out for the first time.”

“You are seriously so cheesy.”

Harry doesn’t respond, just takes your hand in his and directs his attention back to the stage. His palm is sweaty in yours but you don’t release his grip on your hand, wanting to offer him as much comfort as you possibly could.

When they start naming the nominees for Best Pop Solo Performance, you literally have to remind Harry to control his breathing. Although he won’t be upset if he doesn’t win, you know it would still mean quite a bit to him if he did.

“And the winner for Best Pop Solo Performance is… Harry Styles!”

Your mouth falls open in shock as you turn to fully face your boyfriend who was looking down at your intertwined hands, eyes wide in surprise. He genuinely wasn’t expecting to win and that made this victory that much sweeter. 

“Harry!” You yell to be heard above the cheers and applause of his colleagues in the crowd. Jeff stands and grabs Harry’s hand, pulling him out of his seat and into a tight hug. You stand up and clap loudly in admiration for your boyfriend, willing the tears not to fall from your eyes. He removes himself from Jeff and pulls you into him, your head pressed against his chest.

“I won a fuckin’ Grammy!” Harry shouts.

“I know!” You shout back, probably more excited than he was. “Get up there!”

Your boyfriend quickly removes his mask and hands it to you before hurrying to the makeshift stage, hugging the presenter before touching his Grammy in awe. He picks it up and then slowly sets it back down, shaking his head in disbelief. 

“To everyone who made this record with me, thank you so much…” 

You can’t stop the few tears that spill over your waterline–– you were so unbelievably proud of him. You’re not even paying attention to his acceptance speech as you’re too preoccupied with looking at everyone staring at your boyfriend in admiration. 

“Lastly, I want to thank my girlfriend who’s sitting right there next to my manager, Jeffrey. She’s my number one fan, always believes in me when I don’t believe in myself,” he looks down at his shoes bashfully. “Wouldn’t be half the man I am today if it weren’t for her. This is our Grammy, love.”

You blow kisses to your boyfriend, ignoring the feeling of everyone’s eyes on you. As far as you were concerned, you and Harry were the only two people around at that moment. Your heart couldn’t have been any more full.

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To absolutely no one's surprise, you and Harry couldn’t keep your hands off each other for the remainder of the night. You were relieved there were no after parties being held that Harry would be expected to attend due to the pandemic because you could not get him alone fast enough.

“Slow down, Y/N,” Harry sets his Grammy on the foyer table as he kicks off his shoes. “Just us, innit? We’ve got all night, haven’t we?”

“I’m just so proud,” you tell him breathlessly, sucking on the underside of his jaw. “Let me show you.”

“You have been showin’ me. A lot, actually,” Harry leans his head back and closes his eyes in pleasure as you lick tantalizingly slow against his veiny neck. “Guess one more time wouldn’t hurt, though.”

“Do you want me to blow you or not?”

“Oh, so that’s what’s gonna happen here?”

“If you’re gonna be annoying, then no.”

“Kiiiding,” Harry rolls his eyes, pressing a gentle kiss to your nose. “C’mon, let me get you upstairs.”

”You’re the one that won a Grammy, not me,” you remind him. “Let me make you feel good.”

Harry lets out a quiet hum, guiding you towards the couch. “Exactly–– I’m the winner. Doesn’t that mean I should get what I want tonight?” He falls backward onto the couch, pulling you atop his lap. His hand roams down the front of your dress and he squeezes your breasts roughly, clearly delighted that you decided to forgo a bra tonight.

“I suppose,” you answer, biting back a moan. 

“You suppose? Not in the mood for it tonight?” He starts to retract his hand but you grab his wrist, stopping him.

“I am!” You don’t even try to hide how desperate you are for your boyfriend.

“Gonna let me taste you, hmm?” As Harry asks his question he slowly slides off the couch and onto his knees in front of you, bunching your dress up around your hips. He leans in close to your already dripping center and inhales deeply, a blissed-out look on his face. “Smell fuckin’ incredible. I gotta taste ya.”

You spread your legs wider without even thinking about it, almost as if it’s on instinct. Harry easily moves your underwear to the side and immediately connects his lips with your clit, not giving you time to adjust to the sensation before he’s just going at it.

“Oh, Harry…”

“Rings on or off?” His voice is muffled due to your thighs being clamped around his head, but you can still understand what he’s saying.

“On!”

Harry chuckles against your cunt before sliding his index finger in with ease, loving the way you immediately clenched around the digit. “Y’like that, lovie? Wanna take another one?”

“Please.” Your boyfriend already has you breathless despite the fact that he was just getting started.

Harry slips his middle finger into you along with his index finger and starts curling it up in the way he knew you liked, trying his hardest to stimulate your g-spot. He looks extremely focused; leave it to Harry to make a night that was supposed to be all about him, not.

“S’fuckin’ tight,” he says, more so to himself. “You’d think with all the shags we’ve been ‘avin lately you’d be used to my fingers by now.”

You let out a loud groan at your boyfriend’s dirty talk. He knew that it was one of your biggest kinks so he usually overdid it just a tad bit. It’s not like you were complaining, though.

“Guess that means you’re not fuckin’ me hard enough, huh?”

Harry stops his movements and looks up at you through slightly hooded eyes, an amused (but not really) look on his face. “Not fuckin’ you hard enough? Well, why didn’t you just say so?”

You can tell by the tone of Harry’s voice that he has it out for you now, but there’s no use in recanting your statement. He was about to make sweet, primal, love to you and god were you ready. Harry goes back to mercilessly fucking into you with his thick fingers, speeding up or slowing down his pace based on how you clench around him.

”Fuck, H.”

“Feels nice?” He goes from moving his fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion to a scissoring motion which feels just as good if not better.

“Yeah, really nice,” your fingers are tangled in Harry’s hair and you know he’ll give you hell later for getting it all knotted. “I’m close.”

“Already? Haven’t even properly fucked you yet,” Harry removes his fingers from you aching cunt agonizingly slow, wiping them on his expensive Gucci trousers. “Guess I’ll jus’ have to fix that, yeah?”

“I guess so.”

“You’ve got a mouth on you tonight, pet. Is that really any way to treat your Grammy-winning boyfriend-”

“Harry, come off it!” You exclaim, letting out a loud laugh as you watch him stand up and unbutton his pants. “You’re insufferable, I swear.”

Harry shoots you one of his blindingly bright smiles, wiggling his eyebrows as his pants pool around his feet. “Hey, ‘m just statin’ facts.”

He collapses onto the couch and pats his lap, giving his leaking cock two quick tugs. “Ride me.”

“Just because you won a Grammy doesn’t mean you don’t have to ask nicely anymore.”

“Y/N, my beautiful, dazzling, elegant girlfriend, will you please do me the honors of riding––”

“Why do you make everything so weird?” You groan as Harry laughs and pulls you into his lap with ease, wincing when your thigh brushes against his cock. Wordlessly, he places his hands on your hips and helps you sink down onto him, taking his lip in between his teeth to keep from yelling out.

”Fuck me…”

“I’m about to,” you reply, resting your head on his shoulder as you adjust to his size. His hands roam the expanse of your back as he waits for you to get used to the feeling on him, wanting to feel every part of your body all at once. Without warning, you begin sluggishly rolling your hips. You were in no rush anymore; you had him inside of you, and that was all you wanted from the start.

“S’that all you got in ya?” His tone is cheeky, almost mocking. “I think you can give me more than tha’.”

“I dunno if I can.”

“Why’s that?” Harry bucks his hips upward slightly causing you to let out a loud gasp.

“I just want you to fuck me. I don’t wanna do any work.”

At this, Harry quickly flips you over so your sweaty body is now below his. You moan at the sensation the new angle immediately brought you. “Want me on top like this? This is how you wanna have me, angel?”

You nod. 

“Answer me.”

“Yes, Harry,” your eyes squeeze shut as Harry begins quickly thrusting into you. “God, yes. That feels amazing.”

“Yeah? Do you like it when I fuck you like this?” Harry reaches his hand down to thumb at you clit and raises an eyebrow while awaiting your answer.

“God,” you grab onto your breasts to prevent them from bouncing around as Harry’s thrusting into you but he rips your hand away.

“Wanna see ‘em.”

“Right there,” you moan, no longer trying to bite back your sounds of pleasure. Between Harry eating you out, fingering you, and now fucking you harder than he has in ages, you were a few sloppy thrusts away from coming all over his cock. “I’m gonna cum–”

“...Already?”

You know he’s teasing but you still reach between your sweaty bodies to swat at his bare chest. “Don’t tease!”

“‘M messin’ with ya, puppy,” Harry pushes his curls out of his eyes. “I’m almost there- you first. Cum for me, Y/N.”

Harry doesn’t have to tell you twice. You spasm around his cock as soon as he tells you to, lifting your hips up to meet him as you could tell he was growing tired. Harry pulls out moments later, muttering a quick, “Where do you want it?” before finishing on your chest.

The silence that fills the room is comforting but of course, it’s cut short by your pest of a boyfriend.

“If that's what I got just for winning one Grammy, what would I get if I won the others?”

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

We know that both Magnus and Lance know how to brew potions, but the farmer just taught themselves how to do it, so how would they react to a farmer making the wrong potion? maybe it explodes or something while they are making it, or maybe it looks normal until they drink it and something that's not supposed to happen happens, that's up to you.

Would they panic? Get mad (they keep telling the farmer "I told you not to do it")? Do they laugh and just take it easy?

Answering this question, I could not decide how best to answer it: as a regular description, or to add a little scenario? In the end, everything was mixed into one heap, and... well, it is what it is 🥲 Still, hope you like answer and feel free to add your thoughts about this!

Magnus Rasmodius:

Magnus returned late in the evening from his tower home to farm. He immediately turned to the kitchen, knowing that you would be there. And before Magnus announced his arrival to his partner, he found the Farmer covered in soot. The kitchen is a complete mess, and it's smells like magic and something burning.

The Farmer is the first to greet his spouse, explaining to Magnus that the Farmer's unkempt appearance and the mess in the kitchen are the result of failed attempts to master a new potion. At the same time, the Farmer, while talking with Magnus, they're brews the potion again (stop, why are they brewing this potion in a kitchen pot?).

If the consequences of Farmer's fiasco are like this (soot all over their face, elixir stains all over the kitchen), then he will not overreact to it. Magnus chuckle a little, jokes about their "image and interior change" and helps clean up the mess. He will praise their initiative and desire in learning the potion brewing, but still he will insist on their training in alchemy. At a minimum, learn the safety rules, and no Farmer, they are not boring, and very important, so you will learn them.

Hoverer, If he notices that the Farmer is about to put the last ingredient in the kitchen pot (seriously, why the fuck do they brewing elixirs in the kitchen pot?), which is sure to be the catalyst for a huge explosion and the destruction of a good half of the entire Stardew Valley, then he will stop you instantly. After that, when Magnus calmed down a little, and convinced that nothing else threatens, he will turn to the Farmer and, oh boy, expect a long tirade from your wizard husband, because how could you act so irresponsibly?!

They are banned from brewing potions and learning spells! (not for long, he can’t be angry forever). Magnus scolded the Farmer like a little child.

I mean, they understand why Magnus is so angry, but still, please, I'll be careful, I was so interested, the other potions I learned without any problems, I'm sorry forgive me! 🥲

Lance:

It's impossible to explain, but Lance has been feeling a little weird since morning. His inner instinct told him that something should happen today. Usually he has this feeling before a dangerous fight with a monster. Today he stays at home with the Farmer, everything should be alright. But why can't he get rid of this feeling?

This became clear later, when he found his spouse at a table, on which are various kinds of mushrooms, berries, cones and a home-made alchemy set. The Farmer decided to try their hand at brewing a new elixir, which increases their combat performance for the whole day! Pretty cool, huh?

Lance isn't particularly surprised, since you've brewed elixirs more than once. He knows the composition of this elixir, and therefore he is very pleasantly surprised that you can make this potion yourself.

But before Lance could praise their talent, his eyes fell on a green mushroom cut into small cubes. He knows perfectly well what kind of mushroom it is. The potion contains a completely different green mushroom, but it is very easy to confuse them, since they almost look the same.

And then the instinct works: this mushroom is poisonous, no matter how you cook it, it is a danger, death! It shouldn't be in the elixir.

And when he notices that they are about to take a sip of the brewed potion, he abruptly knocks the bottle out of their hands. The elixir spilled onto the floor, leaving a huge acid stain on the carpet.

Lance isn't too angry, more like he was scared and upset. The Farmer almost took their own life in their own house.

And even though Lance only slightly scolded Farmer for such recklessness, you can see from his face that he was very scared for you. The Farmer feels terribly guilty.

Somewhere in the evening, when they both come in bed, the Farmer apologizes many times and promise that they will not act so irresponsibly towards their own lives, that they will be more careful. Lance forgives them, kisses them, and offers to help them brew potions next time. The Farmer gladly agrees, because this means spending more time with their lovely and caring spouse! Win-win for everyone!