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Coming into his dorm room, Noah wasted no time in kicking off his shoes, throwing down his backpack, and locking the door behind him. He’d been working on research for a paper for the last several hours, and was more than ready for a break. Admittedly, the last hour the brunette had been.... preoccupied, thoughts focused instead on the charming guy he had been talking to for the past week.

bttmbookbabe: I’m back in my dorm now. Got my research finished for the day. Wanted to be done when you got off, like you said.

He sent the message before even making it to his bed, but he moved to make himself comfortable in it as he waited for the reply. This wasn’t the first time that Sir had given him a task to complete. Voluntary, of course, but it was clear that Noah enjoyed following directions - and getting the reward.

bttmbookbabe: I keep thinking about you. Everything you’ve said. What we talked about last night. You helping me get off and telling me what to do. bttmbookbabe: I like doing what you say. But wish you could do it to me. bttmbookbabe: Like what you described before... about tying me up... I think that I want that. bttmbookbabe: Would you like that too, Sir?

[handgiven]

𝑺𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 : 001.the seaside ,  as the sun is setting . — @stcnefruit.

there's melancholy beauty to the sea here, the grey stony beaches that bear no mark of human presence beside the lack of shell here and there, which might well be the sea taking back its sacrifice same as a little child clutching it desperately, lovingly, in its pocket. the lighthouse here is decrepid and old, empty and useless now that its modernised brother operates a stone's throw up down the shore. he has lived here, once. the brick bares and crumbles to the touch, but he does not. everything passes, and the earth breathes in light, as the sun covers it in its golden hour.

emmanuel, too, picks up a stone, no doubt more beautiful now so wet and in this light, and holds it in his hand. he might bring it to the lighthouse yet. some of his old things might still be there. little treasures of the past. he is in no rush, though. the lighthouse will be there, and it will be dark, in spite of the beautiful light show just starting to spill on the horizon. no, he's in no rush, and this is the place to be.

the vacant beach strewn along with stone is no place to hide. a lonely figure seems to glimmer here all the more in this wonderful sunset. and though he may have set out to be here alone, he finds himself gravitating slowly to that corner of the world. slowly.

[canthelps]

stcnefruit replied to your post: give me a plot where a couple are hooking up in...

WHY DO YOU ALWAYS GET TO BE HORNY AND I’M SHAMED

BECAUSE ITS THE EVENING HERE

[canthelps]

stcnefruit replied to your post: trying not to mention that heath’s 6′6 in a reply

achsually being rly tall is a personality type so you should mention it more

[lcvemedead]

 based off this! 

   "he's finally down," mumbled celeste after she stepped out of the nursery. a look of exhaustion was plastered on the redhead's face. she couldn't remember the last time that she had gotten more than a few hours of sleep. then again she knew that was what she had signed up for when she had gotten pregnant. of course it had been an accident. an accident that had resulted in a marriage that was strained. she never thought her life would turn out the way it had. part of her just wanted to go into the bedroom and crash. instead she was trudging out towards the living room and plopping down onto the couch. a small groan escaping from her as she let herself slump down. her hand reaching to rest agains her forehead and she was biting down on her lip," did you-i was going to make something for dinner," she mumbled," but i might just order take out if you wouldn't mind picking it up?" @stcnefruit​