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pillow-princess-diaries · 7 months

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𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙶𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝙿𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚢 𝚂𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎…

Summary:- when cooking dinner takes a little detour

Pairing:- Atsushi x AFAB!Reader

Tw:-cunnilingus,fingering, oral ( M & F receiving and giving),unprotected sex???cum eating??giving atsushi a blowie through his pants??

W/C :- 1.3k ish i think

A/N:- the brief my friend gave me was ‘dry humping and stuff through clothes’ so this is what i came up with😭.I hope it isn’t too awkward and y’all enjoy it! Also this is totally in reference to the vine!

Imagine like you come home after a shift and start cooking dinner

A few minutes pass and you hear the main door click open and a very tired very drained little weretiger walks in.

Imagine you’re cooking some creamy pasta, and then you feel a pair of slender arms wrap around your midsection,their owner burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“hmm watcha cookin’ love….” Atsushi slurs against your skin.

“Oh just a classic,” you say “mac and cheese,’sushi”

You stir the pot a little to let him hear what you mean because you know he has his eyes closed.

Little did you know it’d remind him of something else.

“Hmm..” he sighs, “sounds good y/n/n”

As you stir the pot you can feel him behind you.

Lightly grinding against your ass,burying his face deeper and inhaling your scent.

You know exactly what he’s doin,but you wanna try something~

You stir the pot slowly,making sure he can hear it,and just as you’d thought,his thrusts become more pronounced,more defined.

You push your hips back just a little and feel something hard.

Just to mess with him you stir the pot faster and just like that his thrusts came at a faster rate.

Atsushi moans into your neck, “y/n…please…Hngh” but he shows no signs of stopping.

“What was that sushi?” You say,not stopping what you’re doing while you fein innocence.

He begins to lightly nibble your skin,making his way up to your ear,placing little kitten licks over the bites.

You lean your head back,allowing him just a little more access,and he rolls with it.

Placing open mouthed kisses anywhere he can reach.

And at this point,you’re not even paying attention to the pasta,stirring it out of habit.

As his hands grip your hips,you realise,actually you may need him just as much as he needs you in this moment.

You bring his hands back around your waist and turn in his arms,your hand reaching back and turning the stove off.

You bring your arms around the back of his neck and pull him in for a steamy kiss,your lips moving against eachother’s in unison,before you both pull apart for air.

“Dam…that was.”

“Hot?”

He nods in response.

You move your hands to his waist and lightly pull him closer.

He whines at the feeling and you trail you eyes down to his crotch.

You see the little tent jutting out and lightly palm his erection

his breath hitches as his eyes screw shut and he lets out a little mewl.

as you feel the wet material of his pants you have a thought and lower yourself till you’re at eye level with his painfully hard cock.

You trace it’s outline a few more times causing him to stumble back into the kitchen island,his hands bracing himself against the countertop.

You then begin to lick it throughs through the fabric,your hands undoing his belt and him watching as you do so.

Neither you nor him wants to stop what’s happening so you have absolute freedom.

After his belt is undone,youre met with his boxers.

Ofc he thinks you’ll pull them down too,but nope

You wrap your mouth around the material and his head falls back as he feels both the friction of his boxers and your warm mouth,rubbing against his sensitive dick.

And a few minutes later he realizes that you have no intention of taking that final barrier between you and him away,so he thrusts his hips forward,pushing his length just a little deeper into your warm,wet mouth,the fabric straining his tip and the combination stimulating him enough to cum.

Tiny droplets of the milky liquid seeps through the fabric much to your disappointment,and thats when you realise this isnt gonna cut it.

At this point, atsushi is panting from his orgasm. And you harshly pull down the final barrier of his boxers before you abruptly wrap your lips around him and he lets out a loud moan,eyes widening and gaze snapping to your smirking form.

You lick his tip and he jolts his hips into your mouth.

You nearly gag but quickly recover before you begin to bob your head up and down,sucking him off as you do so.

His grip on the edge of your kitchen island causes his knuckles to go white and then he thrusts his hips one last time before cumming down your throat.

You take it all in,drinking up and then pull your lips off his cock with a pop!

He then helps you up and you give him a kiss,he tastes himself on your lips and it turns him on again.

You turn back to the pasta and he pulls his pants back up,but the longer he looks at you,the more he wants you.

He taps you on the shoulder and you look back to him.

He directs his gaze to his re-hardened cock and you smirk with a little laugh.

“Want me that bad huh ‘sushi?”

He looks away sheepishly and you sigh before turning back to the pasta and putting the lid on the pot before taking his hand and heading to your bedroom.

He locks the door before taking his pants off, and when he looks back to you,your spread out across the bed,your skirt lightly ridden up.

He groans at the sight and looks back to his hardened sick.

He pumps his length a few times before climbing on top of you.

He kisses you passionately as his hand runs up your thigh and his fingers touch you through your panties.

You know he’s trying to get a tiny bit of revenge,but you also know he wont last long.

And true to form, about five seconds later he’s pushed the wet fabric aside and has already inserted his lithe fingers into your folds pumping in and out of you.

He rubs your clit with his thumb and you moan into the kiss.

You cum not long after and your slick coats his fingers like a fine glaze,breaking the kiss as your head falls back and you let out a tantalizing moan

He then pulls his fingers out of you and looks at them, pulling them apart to see the silky strands connecting his fingers like a spider-web he’d gladly love to get stuck in~

He sniffs his fingers before shoving them into his mouth and licking them clean.

You whimper at the sight and feel his tip graze your folds,you instinctively raise your hips and he takes this as his cue.

He places himself between your legs and lifts your hips,lining himself up with your pretty little pussy.

And before you can say anything he thrusts into you,burying himself deep before abruptly pulling out and going back in.

You both moan in unison and when he asks you how it feels, you pull him in by his tie and one of his braces,lightly choking him before loosening the knot, in response.

His thrusts becoming more erratic and the bed slightly creaking as your tongues explore eachother’s mouths~

After a very heated thirty seconds,you wrap your legs around his midsection and he pulls you closer by the hips.

You break the kiss before saying, “atsushi im gonna-hnghh~”

Cumming on his dick harder than expected,causing him to cum right into your cunt,white,hot and sticky.

He pulls out and You both look at each other while coming down from your highs.

“That was-“

“Amazing..” he finishes your sentence and you let out a soft,breathy laugh.

You give him a quick kiss and then you both peel yourselves off the sheets,heading to the shower together to help eachother clean up.

And once you’re done, you head to the dining room for dinner, and after reheating the now-cold pasta you sit down and share and eat together.

“This is really good y/n!” He says as he eats.

“Thanks sushi☺️, ive heard the sound it makes is what good pussy sounds like~”

“WAIT YOU KNOW THAT VINE TOO??”

Tag list(open):- @diagonal-queen @sapphic-serenade

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chrollohearttags · 10 months

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did the girlies move on from zeke or not cause i’m jumping on the thirst train 🚂 (it’s something about the jaegers chile… i’m telling you)

i’m just thinking about the MEAN mating press zeke would put you in 🧎🏾‍♀️like you’ll be telling him you’re not flexible then five minutes later your knees are touching your ears like what happened omg-

ion know but we bout to wake it up cause I’m still very much there! 🤞🏾likeee they’re both fine (and freaky) as hell but that zeke? Oh that’s a nasty ass mf, I’m telling you! Imagine thinking he’s gonna hear that shit. Ezekiel will wear you out and not care.

content warning: mating press cause hello, spit kink, foot play, vibrator use, bulging and size kink, finger sucking, spreader bar used, slapping, rough sex

zeke has a nasty habit of always pushing you past your limits. He managed to do things in bed that no other man has ever been able to do. Or rather..allowed to! No matter how toxic he was because the dick was always top tier. Who else would you let come over in the late hours of the night, throwing you onto your own couch; legs pinned back to the top of the couch as he ate you out. Sucking sloppily on your clit and spitting on it so disrespectfully..begging you to fuck his tongue as he buried it deep within your cunt.

“Didn’t I tell you not to bend my legs back that far? The fuck is wrong with you? Gonna make me catch a cramp..”

“Shut the fuck up. Don’t act like you can’t take it.”

something he’d prove to be true when he took you to the bedroom, where dispelled any talk of you not being able take it. Flat on your back with his frame towering over you and a spreader bar parting your ankles. In his hand was a vibrator wand, lying on top of your clit and inside of you was his thick cock, pressing into your skin..thanks to the incredibly rough fucking that was ensuing. The bed frame was rocking and beating against the wall and you two were making so much noise, you were certain your neighbors would be filing a complaint.

“Oh God…yes, stretch this pussy!”

clawing your nails into his arms and back, tapping at his abs to fein him off as you stained them with your sweet juices after yet another nut. But that wasn’t doing a bit of good. As he was buried to the hilt in that tight little entrance. Swollen balls slapping against your asshole. All he could do was laugh because he was going to have his way and not come up out of that pussy until he damn well felt like it! Your eyes would meet in a furious gaze; the two of you fucking as if you absolutely hated each other. And maybe that’s why it was always so goddamn good!

“Begging me to keep fucking you but pushing me away? Make up your mind, baby.”

“You’re a real man, make me take that dick. Unless you’re scared.”

and little did you know the dormant fire that you had set ablaze inside of this man! He’d double down on those strokes, turn the speed up higher on that toy and keep pounding you until he was damn near burrowed over your body. He made it abundantly clear that he was going to break you and breed you, even if it took all night. “Testing me—I swear you love trying my goddamn patience. But I’ll show you..” patting your cheek with heavy slaps and even shoving his fingers into your mouth, only after spitting down into it.

“You’re my slut. I’m the only one that can fuck you like this. Don’t forget it.”

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christinarowie332 · 6 months

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stoner chris and reader hc !!!

@lividnity literally fully inspired me for this and helped me cook last night !! creds to her 🤍🤍🤍🤍

(things u need to know) -

1. i am british!! so if i don’t understand any of the slang i use just dm me lmao i’ll explain it !!

2. i will not be writing smut !! i leave that to my talented writers like @daddyslilchickenfingers2 @daddyslilchickenfingers and @jcwrites-blog !!!

3. this is just for fun !!! i love the idea of a sarcastic jokey relationship with a side of droogs !! this is FICTION

4. I LOVE YOU SM - millz

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-reader met matt first at a party and smoked with him and nick , chris joined half way , became friends with “y/n” and the rest is history !!!

-chris gets his weed from matt , matt’s gf grows

-the moment you get irritated with him he just pulls out a bag and walks away, gesturing you to follow him . argument over , sesh starts !!!

-late night talks with him after smoking , he’s the best at them . constantly giggling at his stupid ass shit he says . little kisses cuz you just love his wierd annoying ass .

-has a tin for his joints , his brand logo sticker on the lid , has a polaroid of u and him in it and a hair tie for u . along with a condom lmao.

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-when reader gets kinda talkitive when she’s high , he don’t , he just wants to fuck . he’ll half listen for five mins “y/n bro . please shut up” grabs your face and immediately starts a heavy sloppy makeout .

-sat in his lap , he is the #1 shotgun(sharing smoke) lover

-u guys obviously have a shared playlist with songs u both love while u chill , but to be honest it’s mostly chris’s music

-loves a good group sesh with the whole group , and finds it absolutely hilarious to tease the fuck out of u and try not to get caught - you all go sit around your designated smoke table , after shotgunning you allways just stay on his lap and talk to the group . he then takes his chance to tease u as usual by putting his hand on your inner thigh , stroking it with his thumb before moving it over your *you know what* and gently stroking it like he did your thigh .

“cant sleep wanna smoke and chill” 3am texts constantly, you know exactly what chill means so your sprinting to your car everytime.

“STOP BEING SUCH A HOGGER AND SHARE BRO!!” “one drag baby , ……PLEASE BRO?!?” absolute fein for nicotine and steals your vapes after a joint . which usually leads to you just buying him his own. which he loses in about 30 seconds .

he talked u into smoking in the hot tub once but u managed to drop the entire joint in the water and had to roll him another , now they’re a fave place to smoke with him , claiming it “gets the brain juices flowing , y/n , im telling you!”

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“can u fucking pass it over chris”

“chris bro i’ve barley had any”

“CHRISTOPHER !!! GIVE ME THE FUCKING JOINT U PRICK?!?!”

as much as he loves you , he loves the za more and will hog it on accident “hold on “y/n/n ,lemme just finish my sentence first hold on !”.

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tags 🤍🤍

@lividnity @mangosrar @jcwrites-blog @sturnphilia

#chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #christopher sturniolo #milkietalks #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #sturniolo x reader #milkie is down bad #sturniolo stoner

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starcrossedreaders · 11 months

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Authors Note: YALL ARE FEINING. Here's part three THE FINAL PART, Enjoy!

Here's part 1 and part 2

Warnings: sad coming home, mentions of thoughts of suicide, mental breakdown, FLUFF, AND NSFW (YALL FEINS ARE BEING FED) P in v, cock warming!

Fumbling with your house keys you fell into your quiet, lonely apartment. These past few weeks you have been living in a melancholic state of depression and solitude. Days have been short as nights have been long. Each waking second you spent crying or questioning what to do next with your sad lonely life. You were even questioning the 'what if's', even if the thoughts were not so great.

Although tonight was different. Tonight was supposedly 'fun' and 'exciting' as your friends took you out to the club. Despite going against your best wishes they came and drug you out of the house stating the alcohol and bright lights will "heal the soul". It in fact did not. Instead, it left you sitting at a table alone drowning your sorrows. You were upset because you could have been doing this at home without everyone around.

The mass amounts of alcohol you consumed left your legs numb and your heart even number. At this point you wouldn't care what happened to you, as long as you got to see Leon again you would be happy. But no, the universe had to be cruel to you. Like it has been your whole life. Leon was the only good thing that has ever come out of your 25 years of living, and yet. He was brutally taken away from you.

Your dark and messy apartment greeted you, mocking and mirroring your current state of mind. Slamming the door shut, you locked it as you treaded to your even messier room. Clothes were thrown everywhere, and your bedsheets needed to be washed. But, you were too afraid to lose the true musk and vanilla scent of your late lover.

But tonight, tonight was different. Your bed was made, clothes neatly folded and put away, and a candle was lit as the tv lit up the room. You had to rub your eyes, once, twice. Your brain wasn't playing tricks on you, and your room was clean and set up how.....

How Leon would keep it.....

That's impossible

Leon is gone

Gone

gone

He will never come back. That's the exact thought that haunts you at all hours of the day. The exact thought that has left you in this state. The exact thought that has been pushing you to the brink of sanity and it just took its final shove.

You pulled at your hair as your breath got stuck in your throat.

He's gone.

Throwing your bag on the ground you paced your room.

He's gone. He's gone. He's gone. He's gone!

Screaming you rush and start throwing your clothes out of your closet and on the floor. Your throat hurt as your lungs burned from the lack of air.

"HE'S GONE," after throwing half of your closet across your room you turned to your perfectly made bed.

The white comforter and folded blankets pushed you even more. You swiped your arms across the large bed sending blankets and clothes across your room.

"HE'S GONE. HE'S GONE. HE'S GONE!" You pushed out the last of the air from your lungs gripping the comforter.

Before you could throw that a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into their warm strong chest.

"Shhh baby, I'm here. I'm home," That angelic voice.

The angelic voice that has talked you through so much. Has yelled and cried and laughed with you.

Your eyes widened as your body went limp in his arms. The scent of musk and vanilla floated to your senses. You gasped as everything you cried and prayed for was wrapped around you.

Your bottom lip quivered as a loud sob racked through your body. Your shakey hand rose to cover your mouth as your body shook.

"Oh my god...." your whisper was barely audible as you slowly turned around to face....to face...

Leon.

Leon your home.

Leon your best friend.

Leon your lover.

Leon your soulmate.

Another sob racked through your body as your eyes met his piercing blue eyes. You really couldn't believe your eyes. You couldn't look away. Afraid that once you blink or look away he will disappear. Your brain has a knack for sick jokes like that.

"L-Lee?" He could only nod his head, as tears of his own slipped down his cheek.

Finally letting go you cried. You cried and cried. Hiding your face in his chest, soaking his shirt with your tears. Leon rocked your body hushing your shaking form as he rubbed your back.

You don't know how but you ended up on your bed with you in Leon's back.

"Y-yo-you're home," You hiccupped as you pulled back to look at Leon.

Your head was light as the alcohol from the night wore off as your throat ached from your yelling.

"I'm home," He dropped his head on yours connecting your foreheads as his hand came up to your cheek. His thumb rubbed back and forth as he look lovingly at you.

"I'm home...I'll never leave you again," More tears slide down your cheeks at his words.

"I thought I lost you. I thought-" You had to take a deep breath.

"I know love...I know." His grip around you tightened.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," Your brittle voice was on the verge of breaking again.

"I'm sorry for everything I said to you that night. I never met them, I=I thought I lost you forever and I would never be able to say sorry and tell you... Tell you I love you. I love you for everything you do. I love your perfections and imperfections. Your weird sweet tooth. Your lous ass snoring, your protective behavior. I love all of you." You took in deep breaths as you finished your small rant.

"I love you to the Milky Way and back. I love your weird obsessions and weird cravings. I love the way you always have my favorite snacks, or how you always keep the apartment cold even though you hate it. How you can read my body and know when I want to go home, or how you make my lunches in the mornings. I love how patient you are with my job, how you understand and worry and care. I love you."

As the moon faded and the sun woke your bodies lay heavy as you slept in a deep slumber. This would be the first night you actually slept. Being pressed up against Leon's warm body put your body at ease causing you to drift off into a deep slumber.

Leon was happy to be home with his baby. He couldn't handle being away from you, knowing the lies that were fed to you. He would never leave you like that, ever.

Leon played with your hair as he admired your sleeping form. Purple bags sunk into your eyes, and a small crease lay between your eyebrows. That wasn't there before he left. Frowning himself, he brought his hand down, using his thumb to rub away your crease.

This small touch pulled you from your slumber. Fluttering your eyes open, you scanned your surroundings. Last night felt like a fever dream, you were scared to go to sleep afraid that your mind was playing a cruel trick on you. But, your body went against your best wishes and floated you off into a deep sleep. So when you opened your eyes you were a little shocked but very relieved to see Leon was still here, with you.

"G'morning love," His deep husky voice sent a wave of hot pleasure down your body.

"Morning," you smiled a little as you sat up to stretch.

"How did you sleep?" Leon's lazy boyish smile made your heart flutter.

That was the same smile that you first saw. The smile that caught your heart and will hold it in captivity until the end of eternity.

Leon wrapped his hands behind your thighs to guide you on his lap. Wrapping your arms around his neck you smiled. "I slept better now that you're back." You looked like a hopeless fool in love. Your hair was knotted as a faint blush painted your cheeks.

"Me too love," His thumbs drew small circles on your thigh.

Getting more comfortable you slightly ground on Leon semi-hard on causing a moan to leave the back of his throat.

"Baby- stop moving," HIs voice was stern and full of command.

"m'sorry," You mumbled. You just missed Leon so much, his touch was overriding your senses and all you wanted to do was fuck him.

"I missed you s'much, need you," Your whiney voice was filled with need as you ground your hips into Leon's, hoping for any type of friction.

Leon groaned as he shot his hands to your hips in a bruising grip. "Fuck- hold on love," He lifted your body up moving your underwear to the side as he fisted his cock out of his boxers. A shiny pearl sat atop his slit, but it wasn't enough, despite spreading it along his dick.

Bending over slightly he let a line of spit fall past his lips onto his dick. Rubbing it down he guided your hips down towards his. He teased your soaking hole by gliding his tip between your wet folds. Going back and forth a few times he finally gave in and dipped his tip into heaven. The feeling of Leon stretching you out had you gasping. Squeezing your eyes shut you laid your head on his shoulder. The further Leon went, the more stars blurred his vision. The feeling of your warm walls wrapping around him had him on a different planet.

Leon slid his hands from your hips down to the back of his thighs bringing you closer to him. Your warm cunt swallowed him whole leaving you guys to sit there in pure bliss.

Leon's hot breath ghosted over your neck as he ran his hands up and down your thighs. Wrapping your arms around his neck you sat there taking in his scent. Leon mumbled sweet nothings in your hair as he kissed the crown of your head periodically.

With Leon's hands roaming your body and him stuffing you full you swore your sleep could wash over, taking you under. Keeping your eyes closed Leon could feel your body weight getting heavier.

"Love?" The only response Leon got was a soft snore leaving past your lips.

Leon smiled slightly before he kissed your head. "I love you."

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Taglist: @hermizery @alewesker @ballorawan740 @lastaceylia00 @lazycig @littledreamybeth @aussiepineapple1st @chunnies @sonicsolos

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tinkerbelldetective · 10 months

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Iconic and Amusing Victor Moments

Playing an Egyptian(?) board game with Mr. Sweet

His face and reaction and stepping back and "Wha-wha-what?" when Willow hugs him

Including Mick in his disciplinary "get to your rooms" before whipping around confused "Mick Campbell?"

Bursting through the door when Mick and Mara are having their date

Cuddling with Corbiere

He just really likes that raven. Petting it. Talking to it. Thinking about its safety.

Immediately rushing down the ladder when Amber feins fainting and asking if she'd been doing a fad diet

Awkwardly telling off Fabian and Nina when they're having 'a lover's tif' and backing out the door

Slinking back behind the corner during the senet game

Bringing a rose for Sarah.

His license plate

Knocking out Rufus and throwing him in a van

Pinning Rufus against the wall

Going on a tangent about the children (Alfie in particular) and leaving his office

"He's going to regret messing with me."

Having a surprisingly soft tone of voice when he asks Amber, Nina, and Fabian why they were in the cellar in s2

Mildly concerned when he sees the Mark on Nina's arm "For your sake I hope it does [come off]."

Warming up his voice ??? When Fabian covers up Sibuna shenanigans by asking if he would do a voice over

When he's in the tunnels being snarky about RFS like he has a rivalry against him (he literally let you eat at his table with his family, Victor. Chill)

The fact this man did hopscotch (should have made room to show that in the episode)

"Who, me?" Slamming the book shut and saying he was doing light reading when Vera enters his office to see if he was researching a task.

Kissing Vera's forehead all tenderly

His reaction to losing Alfie in the senet game. "Release them!"

Wearing an apron and making breakfast

Alfie pretending to choke and Victor, believing him, slapping him on the back and sending him out to get a glass of water.

Essentially calling Jerome a snitch in front of everyone at Mick and Amber's party: "I know I can count on you, Jerome."

"Alfie Lewis, would you like a slice of chocolate cake?" *whips around*

"I have your father on speed dial."

Reading Amber's diary and the passage about him, slamming the diary shut, and then checking himself in the mirror.

"If those miscreants can do it..." before crossing the crocodile bridge

"Yes, you listen to this old man."

"It is 10 O'clock. You have five minutes precisely, and then I want to hear.. a pin.. drop."

#this was nearly all from memory #House of Anubis #victor rodenmaar jr

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ginger-pup · 4 months

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Oh you just had to be a BRAT didn't you? Stuck alone in his room to think about your thoughts and hear him speak to his friends on the other side of the wall. They don't know you're here. They have no clue what a filthy little brat you are, tied up and whining into your gag as the vibrating plug pushes another orgasm through your pathetic form.

He had given you three chances, three chances to behave. But your dumb little head just absolutely had to tease him! First, it was the miniskirt. Wearing it around home, showing yourself off for him with a feined innocence with the idea that since his friends were coming over soon, he surely couldn't do anything about it. Right?

The second chance was when he was having a quick shower. You just absolutely had to join him didn't you? Just had to pretend you had no clue what you were doing while posing and pressing up against his frustrated crotch, feeling his warmth and eagerness grow. Denying him any advancements because, well, his friends are over soon aren't they? You two shouldn't waste time letting off some steam when they're on their way already.

Third chance was the final attitude, the brattiness you showed when he tried to dominate you into fulfilling his desires. When he gripped your hips with his rough hands and took your neck into his mouth and you fought him every step of the way. He knew your complaints were false, your crotch visibly dripping against him as he tried to overpower you. He almost succeeded, but his phone saved you with a message from his friends that they'd be here any minute.

Pent up, angry and sick of your attitude. He tied your hands to your ankles, sticking your body in a permanent pose on your knees. Your favourite toy, a vibrating buttplug, stuck in you at full power and a gag stuck between your teeth so that his friends won't hear your desperate sobs. The perfect combination to remind you where your place is.

Time ticks by, every minute feeling like forever as the sounds of laughter and conversation echo throughout the house. The next orgasm quickly approaches, adding another layer to the ever growing puddle of juices between your legs. Your mind is so foggy, there's not a thought left other than the desperate urge to remove the overstimulation. But even that's beginning to fade. This is where you belong isn't it? Crying, strapped into place and just waiting for him. Why should you do anything else? You're just his toy. Your Dom is your life, he's all you should focus on. Right?

And eventually, the sound of goodbyes and the front door closing signal the next part of your punishment approaching. With a small click, the bedroom door unlocks and he stands there with a grin on his face. Almost too hazy to feel embarrassed, you try to cover yourself somehow but your weak body won't move itself. So pathetic, such a slut.

His eyes study you for a few moments before grinning even more, the sound of his belt unbuckling bringing a sense of excitement to your ears. Finally, he'll fuck you and then you're punishment is over right?

"such a silly little thing. Since you refused to help me finish earlier, I don't think you deserve to do so now. I'll just leave you like that hm?" A small pause follows, interrupted but your desperate whining against the gag.

"Oh shut up, sit there and be my porn. You don't deserve my attention"

And with that, he begins masturbating only a small distance away. Close enough so that you can see every fine little detail. His crotch throbbing, so desperate for release that he cums quite quickly. The cum that should've been destined for you, spraying onto his lap and tummy. Such a waste right? Surely if you'd behaved it would've been deep inside you, where it actually belongs.

After cleaning himself up, he sits and appreciates the view for a while before moving over and undoing your gag. Letting your jaw rest for a few precious moments he asks

"what's your colour pup?... green?..good puppy"

Eager for release from your bondage and punishment you can't help but have a hint of eagerness in your answers, your stomach dropping as he continues speaking.

"well if that's the case, I've got to go pickup some things from the store. I'll be leaving you like this, that's not a problem is it?

Little brats deserve it"

Thanks for reading!! Just a little rambling story I wrote at midnight so please excuse my grammar! Just a bit of an idea for plot or a story I guesss. 🥰

#bd/sm pet #bd/sm dynamic #pet/play #trans nsft #daddy’s puppy #nsft puppy #mind conditioning #puppy pl@y #cnc k!nk

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uorufein · 2 years

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okay then. whats that

#if someone sent an ask. it is ghosting me #webbed site #shut up fein

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dougielombax · 8 months

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The Irish Independent are stirring shit about Sinn Fein AGAIN!!!

As usual.

They’re nothing if not predictable.

A nasty, partitionist, shitrag tabloid of a paper.

#dougie rambles #personal stuff #ireland #political crap #politics #press #irish politics #sinn fein #tabloid #fucking hell #fuck’s sake #no it’s not personal #shut up

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wurmzirkus · 1 year

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#wolf 359 #warren kepler #babbling #polls #the other ones were so fun to make but this one gave me brain damage 👍

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starvingmedievalpeasant · 6 months

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Morning Routine Before & After Prison // Kevin Khatchadourian HC

Important Tags! : Brief mentions of online gore, Porn and violent fantasies, male masturbation ig? Not in a sexy sex way, In a canon to the book way.

Requested by @witch-ren

English is not my first language so please forgive any spelling/grammar mistakes. Always appreciate feedback.

Before prison

Kevin doesn't have a strict routine to his mornings, He's quite impulsive, really, Does whatever he wants whenever he wants. The only thing he does everyday with no fail is clean his face.

His wake patterns are inconsistent but usually go between 5am-7am.

The days he wakes up at 7 are the rare days his mom is responsible for driving him to school, He likes making Eva stressed by being ready at the last minute or just straight up taking his sweet time, Making her late for work and other affairs. He doesn't really care if he's late for school it's usually a bonus for him to spend less time in that cesspool.

He likes to alternate between the two to add to her anxiety of not knowing if she should let her workers know she's going to be behind schedule that day.

On the much more common days when his dad gets him to school he likes to have some alone time before he has to put on the mask for the rest of the day.

He sets a morning alarm for 5am, (Sometimes if he's exceptionally tired that morning he snoozes it to 5:30 or 6) It takes him around 5-10 minutes to fully wake up.

Once he gets out of bed he either goes to wash his face and sit on his computer until his parents call him down for breakfast or immediately grabs his archery gear to practice in the back yard, Still in his pajamas.

He could train from 10 minutes to a full hour, De-stressing before he has to play the irritating game of pretend with Franklin, He often imagines people like his family or classmates in place of the target, Sometimes his teachers if he has a test that day or if they were particularly annoying recently.

Once he's finished his morning training he feels like he can finally truly start the day, He like to take a cold shower to cool off from the session (even in the winter).

I feel like he'd be kind of lazy with his hygiene but not to a disgusting degree, Things that wouldn't really be noticeable. Like sometimes not even bothering to shampoo his hair or only using soap on his armpits or not brushing his teeth, Because his hair isn't oily, He doesn't smell bad and he's going to eat before he goes out anyway so what's the point?

Two things he does bother to do is bare minimum skincare and shave his face.

He does both not just to stick to the uncomfortably not age appropriate look he's got going on with the little T-shirts and all, But also because he just really hates the texture of his face when it isn't smooth.

When he started puberty and the hair and zits came onto his face he went crazy picking at his skin and only made it breakout even worse, So he began taking Accutane and shaving his face. The Accutane made it dry and a little flaky which irritated him to no end too so he started using Eva's face cleanser and moisturizer and it solved the problem right up.

He uses her personal moisturizer and cleanser just to be an asshole and make her have to waste her money and buy it more frequently, But he does have a secret stash of one or two containers just in case she stops.

He does everything in the shower, Piss, Brush his teeth (if he bothers to), Jack off, Shaving and skincare.

Sometimes he likes to leave the door open, lower the water pressure of the shower head so it goes quiet and beat his meat really loud just to bother Eva, Every time he hears her slam the bathroom door shut when he does that he can't help but laugh his ass off.

He takes 5-30 minutes to shower depending on how lazy he is that day, When he finishes he takes a peek outside of the door and if his mom's in view he just walks out butt ass naked to irk her even more.

He doesn't care about what he's gonna wear that day, Not like he has much choice between his like 7 T-shirts he's been wearing since forever and 3 pairs of skinny jeans.

If he has some time left before breakfast he goes online to look at stuff, Usually gore or a news report about this school shooter or that serial killer.

When he's done he goes down for breakfast, He's a picky eater, Usually a plain strawberry jelly sandwich or plain cereal, He adds milk to the cereal if he's feeling adventurous that day.

Sometimes he gets caught up with his computer and misses the time window for breakfast or just doesn't feel like dealing with his family in the kitchen and stays in his room, If he didn't brush his teeth that morning he pops a mint or two and goes down the stairs when his parents call him to get in the car.

After Prison

After 7 years of prison Kevin develops a strict routine, Not out of need or compulsiveness, Rather out of being accustomed with it. He becomes very punctual but still wouldn't really mind if his routine gets thrown off schedule.

He wakes up at 5am sharp, He is no longer allowed to practice archery so he exercises in his room until 5:30, He often reminisces about the early mornings he would train in the backyard, Exhilarated by violent fantasies and the wind cooling down his body. In particularly vulnerable moments he closes his eyes and pretends like he's back to that Thursday, Shooting his crossbow in the gymnasium.

When he's finished he heads to the shower, His personal hygiene has gotten better and more thorough in his method. He uses body soap, shampoo and conditioner everyday and brushes his teeth well.

Although while he was incarcerated he was quick with his showers, When he gets out Kevin takes his time and savors every single minute of it, He hated showering next to other disgusting naked people and he hated having such a short time limit for it.

He doesn't use any of Eva's skincare products anymore, He became even more possessive of his belongings after prison and can't even bare the thought of another person using the same soap as he does.

He doesn't leave the door open anymore either, He always checks that it's indeed locked before he gets in the shower.

Kevin still does everything in the shower with the added task of dressing himself, He stopped prancing around naked as it reminds him of prison like previously mentioned, Sometimes Kevin thinks that it might be karma for what he used to do to his mom in his teen years.

He has a timer set for 6:30am, Plenty of time to wash, Dry and dress himself, He almost always finishes putting his shirt on right as the timer dings, He wishes he could wear the T-shirts to his office job but he also doesn't want to get fired after someone finally agreed to hire him.

He heads back to his room to make his bed, Sits on his desk chair and opens his computer.

Having no internet access for 7 years means he finally has more new content than time to view all of it, He catches up on all of the shiny new viruses, Gore, Porn, True crime and other shock sites and videos he can consume. If he finds something particularly good he saves it as wanking material for later, Some things just never change.

At 7am Kevin goes down to eat breakfast with Eva, His mind is usually preoccupied with his online findings from earlier and prefers to keep quite while eating, Sometimes he does entertain his mother with a one or two word answer to her small talk, And even though he is living at her house, He still feels like every interaction in a closed room with her is like a prison visitation.

He's not as picky with his food anymore, Usually eating whatever his mom has cooked for both of them, Not because he thinks it tastes good or even decent, Rather out of being used to eating whatever is served and not wanting to waste time by cooking for himself.

By 7:30 Kevin and his mom are in the car, Eva is driving him to an office job she helped him score, Some kind of salesperson job. The drives are also quiet, Not as heavy as the silence they usually have at home, but it still feels somewhat loaded.

And every day when Eva drops him off in front of the office building he can hear her say:

"Have a good day Kev, I love you."

And every day Kevin's face darkens as he clenches his fists, Because he knows that no matter what;

He could never bring himself to lie and say it back.

#kevin khatchadourian #wnttak #we need to talk about kevin #dead dove do not eat #fanfic #ao3 #fanfiction #archive of our own #headcanon #headcannons #ezra miller #ezramiller #Spotify

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holycorrupt · 7 months

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I wrote a silly little dabble about my Tav x Astarian and debated posting it but ah .. you live once lol

I did not proof read this lol

600~ words /General/ Fluff (?)

When you spend the majority of your days trekking through deep forests and scrambling up steep rocky Cliffsides, you're bound to get a scrape or two in your time.

Minor cuts and bruises that a potion or healing spell would be wasted on fixing. It's good to let the body do its own healing sometimes! Or at least that was Helios' excuse when he stumbled straight into a thick bramble of inch long thorned black berries. He had been trying to gather a couple of handfuls to share amongst his companions as a late afternoon snack. It was rather embrassing actually for the paladin! The nerve of the vines for slicing up his arm!

So he ignored Shadowheart and Gales kind offers to patch him up real quick with their magic and decided he shouldn't waste his own spells on himself just in case of a sudden ambush or more major injury comes along.

At least the berries were sweet and plump.

However, there was someone else who had an issue with his decision to simply allow his blood to leak freely down his forearm.

"That's it! I can't walk behind you any longer, you big oaf!"

Astarian's strides came to a complete halt, his lithe hands reaching out to grab Helios by the arm.

Helios pauses as well, looking down at the much shorter man.

"Oh... are you hungry, love?" He tilts his head, the sunlight catching his eyes just right that you could tell the ever slight difference in color between his eyes.

Gale's eyebrows shoot up, and he opens his mouth like he's about to make a snide joke but quickly shuts his trap at the pointed look that Shadowheart gives him. They not so subtlety easedrop instead.

Astarian snorts and rolls his free hand flippantly.

"Oh yes, you are so sweet, darling! but I'm not that desperate for blood that I'm going to start licking your arm like some dog...who knows where it's been" He feins a disgusted shiver. Instead, he reaches into his pack and pulls out a small jar and a rag.

Red eyes intently work on their task of cleaning away the blood from the wound, giving special care to even mop away all the blood that was slowly drying down by Helios' wrist.

After the arm was clean, he swiped a finger in the jar and spread a thick gelly like layer over the wound. Whatever was in the jar seemed to do the trick in creating a barrier, and Helios was bleeding no longer.

"Oh my Star, thank you!"

Helios beams as bright as the sun, chuckling at the way Astarian rolls his eyes warmly at the silly pet name. He was good at dishing them out himself but not so good at having them shot back at him.

"Yes, yes, now you can stop smelling so delicious and distracting..." The vampire smirks glancing over at their other party members doing a terrible job if looking like they weren't watching the couple.

"OK shows over, come on chop, chop we have places to be"

Astarian steps quickly ahead, long legs making fast work of the path ahead of them, forcing everyone else to rush to catch up. It's not a good idea to split up the party after all.

Helios still ends up taking the rear, glancing at his arm. He takes a finger to the edge of some of the healing substance and brings it to his nose.

Ah! It smelled exactly the same as when he would awake in the morning after telling Astarian he could feed off of him... hm... that might explain why the bite marks never seemed that prominent. He smiles to himself.

It smells like Astarian.

#bg3 #dabble #astarian #tav #fanfic #this is so short and silly but i wrote it in a sitting LOL #gale and shadowheart are here breifly too #baulders gate 3

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leonakingscholarship · 10 months

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I was digging through my photos and saw these (the Fein one is newly made tho)

Lunette when you show him dolls

Fein when he hears people gossiping about something

Vil when he hears Fein slamming his hand on the door (he has more gossip to talk about)

Vil when Fein won't shut the fuck up

#serenity's oc ramblings💛💛💛#I LOVE MAKING THESE #vil schoenheit

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gyoobies · 1 year

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Worst Impressions

Pairing: Kun x Fem Reader

Genre: a little angst, a little fluff, implied smut

Warnings: Explicit content 18+, Minors DNI, suggestive, Kun is annoying but means well.

Summary: You'd been wanting to get to know Kun since your brief encounter at Ten's gallery showing, but you soon regretted ever crushing on him when he starts to work your last nerve during what should have been an easy beginners pottery session.

Y'all know the drill, if you see mistakes... no you don't 🤎

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You were 2 seconds away from kicking the entire group out of your studio.

When this evening's party rolled into your studio for their private pottery class you were pleased to find it was a group of men, ridiculously good looking men that you'd come to know in passing thanks to your neighbor Ten, but as the night went on you began to regret opening up your studio for private parties. It wasn't the whole group, really, just one person in particular, Mr. Perfect. You'd come to learn his actual name was Kun, Qian Kun.

The group had only been there for an hour, and right out the gate it was easy to see who in the group was the know it all. He was so hell-bent on being your teacher's aid, constantly adding on to the instruction you were giving, and smiling at you as if waiting for confirmation or praise for being knowledgeable on the subject. If it wasn't for the fact that you’d actually gotten pretty close to Ten you'd have asked Kun to leave the session for disruption, but the look of silent begging from Ten kept you quiet.

Another hour passed with you silently screaming everytime Kun over-explained your previous topic of discussion. Finally able to leave them to work on their projects alone, you took the opportunity to step away from the studio for a quick break.

When you'd first met Kun weeks ago at one of Ten's gallery showings you didn't get this annoying, know-it-all vibe from him. In fact you'd kind of been interested in getting to know him better, really interested actually. He seemed charming, and his smile could put anyone on their knees, but after today you had no doubt in your mind why someone so handsome was single. Who would want to have someone constantly stepping on their toes? Just as you let a sigh leave your lips you heard a familiar voice greet you.

You turned to see a smirking Ten.

"Hey"

"I know you can do better than that." You spat. Rolling your eyes, causing Ten to laugh.

"Wow! You're really laughing right now."

"I'm sorry, it's just you're so cute when you're annoyed."

"Well I'm about to get even cuter if you don't shut up."

"so fiesty!"

"TEEEEEN!" You whined. "Why didn't you tell me your gorgeous friend was a pain in the ass?! Like you seriously let me ask if he was single, his interests and didn't once mention that being a top tier annoyance was #1 on his eligibility resume!"

By this time Ten couldn't fein seriousness any longer (not that he was doing a good job of it in the first place) and sent a chorus of laughter through the halls.

"I'm so sorry! Really, I am. I didn't tell you because he's not usually like this. I really can't explain his behavior today, even Hendery said he was acting a little odd and that's a big deal coming from him of all people. Maybe he's stressed and this is a response to it? I really don't know, but while you finish trying to quell your blinding fury I'll talk to him."

Letting out an exasperated sigh you thanked him.

Upon reaching the doorway of your studio, Ten's eyes immediately fell to Kun who was in the middle of giving advice, again. Calling out his name to get his attention, Ten waved the man in question over to the door and ushered him to a spot a few feet away from the outside of the entrance.

"Is everything ok?" Kun questioned.

"Well, not really. Why are you acting so strange today?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know how you always say you hate when someone talks over you or attempts to break down what you've said or ..." Before Ten could continue Kun interrupted.

"I'm that guy today huh?"

"Yes! And I'd appreciate it if you didn't make my newest friend feel like she wants to throw you off a cliff for the rest of the class."

"Well, I really messed this up."

His extremely defeated face prompted Ten to pry a bit as to why he was being so annoying.

"What do you mean? I'm sure in time she'll forget this day and you can eventually be friends." Ten watched carefully as his friend's shoulders slumped.

"Ah! I see! So, you like her and this is... what? A poorly thought out attempt to impress her? That explains your pottery knowledge that we had no idea you had."

At that moment, a thought crossed Ten's mind, and he giggled, causing his somewhat defeated friend to glare at him.

"I'm sorry, but just thinking about you studying up on pottery is killing me."

Ten reached out to stop his friend that was now storming away, but just missed grabbing his shoulder as he turned from him.

"Where are you going?! The class isn't over!"

"To the restroom!" He shouted back.

You headed back to your studio assuming they'd be far enough along that you’d be able to offer suggestions for improvement or answer any questions, if Kun hadn't already done that. Just as you rounded the corner to the studio you caught a glimpse of a pretty somber looking Know-it-all walking back into the studio.

The next hour was much better as far as instructing everyone with no interruption, but you couldn't help the slight feeling of guilt when you noticed how withdrawn Kun had become. You only wanted him to respect you and not take over your class but seeing his zoned out expression led you to believe maybe Ten was right and he hadn't meant to steal your thunder.

As you gave a few pointers to YangYang you noticed how good Kun's piece actually was.

"Wow! This is beautiful." You complimented, not realizing you were about to rest your hand on the sharp end of one of the sculpting tools. Just as Kun looked up to you, you let out a yelp at the pain of the tool, puncturing your palm. It didn't even take a second for Kun to realize what happened and immediately he reached for his satchel and grabbed your hand to lead you to the restroom down the hall. He didn't say anything when you entered the restroom, he simply got to work. Picking you up, and sitting you on the sink, he rinsed the palm of your hand, gently dabbed it dry and pulled out a first aid kit from his bag. You were very grateful that he, for some reason, carried around a first aid kit, but gratitude couldn't stop the giggle that escaped you because of that fact. He was clearly too focused on tending to your wound to notice it or the way you scanned his handsome features. If he was oblivious or just avoiding looking at you because of the talk Ten had with him you didn't know, but he couldn't ignore you any longer when he finished. He slowly looked up at you and gave you a tight lipped smile. You had even realized what you had done when you caressed his cheek until he grabbed your wrist, startling you, and kissed your freshly bandaged palm while apologizing for being such a pretentious jackass. Dropping his head in what you presumed was embarrassment, he further explained that he was only trying to impress you with his knowledge of pottery.

"It's not like I even studied pottery or sculpture, I just researched enough so that I could impress you."

You were flattered, never had anyone ever studied up on your field just to try to woo you.

"Well you failed miserably, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't flattered that you wanted to impress me, even though you didn't need to." You said as you hooked your leg around the back of his knee causing him to stumble into you a bit.

" What made you think you needed to impress me?" You whispered, not needing to speak much louder as he was only inches away from your face.

"The gallery." He whispered as he moved a little closer.

"What about the gallery?" Now it was your turn to inch a little closer.

"I was impressed listening to you discuss all the paintings in depth with Ten, and I quickly noticed I wasn't the admirer you had." He tried to inch closer again but you placed a hand on his chest to keep him in place, signaling that you needed him to elaborate further.

"I wanted to talk to you, but I didn't want to look like an idiot in front of your circle."

"I see, so you opted to look like an idiot in front of your circle instead." You moved closer this time. "My circle was definitely not in attendance that night, and based on

the things I learned about you from Ten, you shouldn't ever worry about needing to impress anyone."

"You asked about me?"

"less talking." You groaned, causing him to flash that gorgeous smile before moving in to kiss you.

His lips were even softer than you'd imagined when you first laid eyes on him, and the way he kept his body pressed against yours was dizzying. He was gentle, never taking more than he knew you were willing to give. He let you lead, happy to know you were just as into him as he was you, happy just to be the one you wanted.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and he quickly pulled you closer. Grunting at the feeling of you subtly grinding against him. You pulled away to lean back and enjoy the sight of him, hair disheveled from your fingers raking through it, eyes heavy with lust and adoration and a very noticeable bulge in his pants. Well, that was the plan, but instead you ended up wincing at the pain when you had foolishly forgotten how you ended up in the bathroom in the first place.

Kun was quick to pull you forward again, holding you flush against his chest, kissing your palm and making sure you were ok.

"How does it feel?" He asked softly.

"So good" you said as you pulled his hips into you more, still able to feel how turned on he was.

Kun bit his bottom lip as he watched you squirm in an attempt to feel more friction.

The thought of feeling you wrapped around him was driving him crazy, but he wanted to make sure you wanted it just as much as he did so he took his time. Slowly, he undid the button on your pants, pausing to give you a chance to change your mind if you wanted before removing them. You smiled at how much of a gentleman he was being even though you were about to let him fuck you in a public bathroom, at least that's what you were both hoping for but a sudden jiggling of the door knob accompanied with a "shit!" followed by quickly retreating footsteps startled you both but left the two of you giggling.

"Maybe we should find a more suitable place for this." You laughed.

Kun agreed as he fumbled to redo the button of your pants.

"They're probably wondering where we are by now." He stated while helping you down from the sink, sighing as he thought about the looks and suggestive jokes they were 100% going to make when you weren't looking, but when you took his hand to lead him back to the studio he decided he didn't care.

As you stepped confidently back into the studio you paid no mind to the smug look on Ten's face, and began to look over everyone's pieces. Kun on the other hand was doing a horrible job of being unbothered by prying eyes, blushing immediately the second someone pointed out his disheveled hair.

Ending the class went well, you explained how you'd fire them in the kiln and in a week or so they could come back to paint them.

Never missing an opportunity to be nosey, Ten made his way over to you as everyone else placed their pieces on the rack in the corner of the room.

"My new neighbor fucking my best friend in a bathroom while we made clay pots was not on my bingo card." He whispered.

"I didn't. We kissed and it got a little heated." You explained, recounting the poor guy that probably shit himself running to another restroom while the two of you attempted to straighten up.

"Well, you should probably think about picking up where you left off. It's been a while since he's gotten any, he might explode if you don't finish."

You laughed and turned to face Ten, motioning him to come closer to hear you.

"Oh I have every intention of finishing, on that table, that chair, and the loveseat against the wall." You whispered as you pointed to each location.

"Eww, please disinfect everything before we come back." He laughed as he walked away to put his piece on the rack with the others.

Your eyes traveled to Kun after saying your goodbyes to everyone as they began to pack up to leave the studio. You were pleased to see he hadn't made any attempt to move from his seat.

"Not coming to eat with us?" Hendery questioned before moving toward the exit.

"Not this time, I'm going to have a meal with her." He nodded toward you.

"You could both come."

"They're trying to" Ten laughed as he grabbed him by the wrist, and pulled him out the studio, closing the door behind him.

I love him SM, but I deadass feel like if he likes you he might try too hard, when he really ain't gotta do much except exist.

#nct fic #nct kun #nct fanfic #nct smut #wayv kun #kun smut #kun fanfic #kpop fic #kpop smut

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