#Affordable Skip Bins

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Affordable Skip Bin Hire in Kellyville for Residential & Commercial

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How in Blacktown is skip hire affordable?

In Blacktown, skip rentals can be surprisingly reasonably priced with a few astute choices and tactics. Here's how to ensure effective waste disposal without breaking the bank.

To start, it's important to select the appropriate size skip bin. Choosing a container that fits your needs properly will help you cut down on wasteful spending. Choose a skip that is the right size for your trash volume from Blacktown's selection of skip hiring businesses to avoid paying for more capacity. Second, think about the kind of waste you're getting rid of. Certain waste categories, such as mixed building debris, may have more expensive disposal needs. Organising and segregating your garbage might assist in lowering these costs.

Furthermore, making reservations well in advance and comparing prices from other suppliers might result in substantial discounts. Finding the greatest bargain can lead to cost-effective solutions, as many skip hiring firms provide low rates. Finally, check for any potential specials or discounts. Numerous Blacktown skip hire companies provide discounts or bundle deals that might further cut expenses. You can successfully manage your waste disposal demands and keep in Blacktown skip hire reasonable by heeding these guidelines.

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A Guide to What To Put in Skip Bin and What Not

A significant question that haunts everyone looking to hire skip bins is what they can put in these bins and what not. They are ideal for rubbish removal, and any garbage, like concrete, old furniture, timber, and much more, can be disposed of quickly. Still, it is crucial to understand what can be dumped in a particular kind of skip bin, as there are different types of skip bins available. This blog post works as a guide to help you know about different types of garbage to dump in a skip bin.

Breakdown Of Different Kinds Of Waste To Put In Skip Bins

Cardboard is the most common garbage that one can dump in a skip bin hired by them. Apart from this, a list of waste materials can be dumped in a skip bin.

Household Waste

•          Clothes, paper, cardboard, bedding, towels, kitchenware, bathroom accessories, duvets, cushions

•          Light commercial waste

•          Office furniture such as desks, desk tidies, chairs, and stationery.

•          Furniture and appliances

•          Cupboards, lounges, washing machines, cots, beds, fridges, chairs, sofas

•          Light building construction waste

•          Wood, flooring, wallpaper

•          Light green waste

•          Shrubs, grass, foliage, leaves, and twigs

What Can’t You Put In A General Waste Bin?

Then, there is also a wide array of materials that one should not dump when they hire a waste disposal bin in Adelaide. Let us review the top names below.

•          Hard heavy materials

•          Bricks, sand, concrete, tiles, clay, stones

•          Soil or soil with turf attached

•          A soil dirt bin is required for this waste

•          Palm tree trunks, tree trunks, roots or turf

•          A soil dirt bin is required for this waste

•          Synthetic grass

•          Carpets

•          Asbestos, insulation, food, wet paint, empty chemical containers, liquids or putrescible

What Can Go In A Green Waste Skip Bin?

A green skip bin is mainly used to dump waste that decomposes very quickly. They are ideal for dumping garden renovation garbage or building projects’ waste material where cutting of lots of plants and trees is involved. Below is a small list of waste materials that one can dump in a green skip bin.

•          Light green waste

•          Shrubs, foliage, grass clippings, leaves, twigs

•          Small branches, leaves and palm fronds

•          Woodchip and bark with no soil attached

•          Tree trunks smaller than 150mm and under 500mm long

•          Untreated timber

What Cannot Go In A Green Waste Bin?

•          Hard heavy materials

•          Bricks, sand, concrete, tiles, clay, stones

•          Trunks larger than 150mm in diameter or over 300mm long

•          Palm tree trunks and large tree roots

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❝ꜱᴏᴜʟꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ❞ — chapter thirteen | coriolanus snow

「ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ:」 NSFW | canon typical violence, canon typical death, mentions of masterbation, Coriolanus Snow | lmk if I forgot anything!

「ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ:」 young! Coriolanus Snow x fem! Reader

「ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ:」 the morning after, inviting him to a gala and your tribute dies...

「ᴀ/ɴ:」 hope y'all like this <33 give feedback! The gala will be on chapter fourteen!

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Coriolanus sits in his mentor chair, his mind trying his best to get the smile off his face. He couldn't help the small upward tug of his lips. Not after his mind keeps going back to the memories of morning.

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this morning —

He had woken up to an empty bed. He was disappointed, but he chalked it up to the fact you were going to the Academy a bit early. He took his shower, trying not to let his mind wonder about why you left without even telling him. He tries to think of last night instead, but it turns all the blood from his body rushing downwards. He groans in frustration, his cock aching but no you in sight to help.

He fists his cock, cumming unsatisfyingly because he wanted you here. Near you. Your lips on his lips. Your hand on his length. You weren't here, and after last night, not a single fantasy of his could top the real thing.

He watches the cum get clean by the running water. He scrubs his body until it's raw and red. After coming out of the shower, he changed into his academy uniform. He ignored the grumbling of his stomach. He will get food from the cafeteria. He wanted to see you, right now. So skipping breakfast and going to the Academy too early in the morning didn't matter to him.

He walks out of his room, not before he stands, and stares at the bed you were lying down beside him last night. He bit his lower lip, wondering if your smell remained on the bed sheets. If he could suffocate himself on your fragrance as he buried his face into the pillows.

He groans, the sound muffled, taking in your scent from the pillowcase. He knew his actions were borderline creepy, even more so as he felt heat stir up in his stomach. Blood rushed to his cock again. He wills himself to not give in. He lets himself be drowned for a moment. He pulls back gasping, his cheeks hot, his mind beyond ashamed. In the end, Coriolanus couldn't bring himself to care. He walks out of the room, like a perfectly sane young man.

He goes towards the kitchen to tell Tigris that he won't be having whatever disgusting shit they call food for breakfast. He stops in his tracks as he doesn't see Tigris in the kitchen cooking. But… someone who looks very eerily like you. He blinks, once, twice, even thrice. He thinks that he's in a dream. His fingers pinch him, and he gasps from the pain. However, you didn't disappear from his sight.

You were here. In his kitchen. Cooking. Well, if he could call the ruination of the remaining appliances they had and the burnt food down the bin cooking. There were bags of groceries that Coriolanus knew his family could never afford. Which means it came from you.

You turn noticing his presence. Your eyes turn wide from surprise before your expression turns (adorably) sheepish. You glance at all the burnt pans in the sink, and his gaze follows you, his eyebrows furrowed, thinking how his family could replace them.

“Don't look like that!” You chastise, “I have already ordered replacements.” He feels his tense shoulders relax and he shrugs. He lies through his teeth, “I wasn't looking like anything, dove.”

You raised eyebrows, unimpressed and looking through him. You shake your head and turn back. “Good morning,” he said, his voice filled with a tinge of awkwardness as he walked near you. Using his height to look over your shoulder and see your work.

“Morning, Coryo,” you mutter. His back was pressed against your chest. “I was making breakfast.” He wanted to reply, trying to make breakfast. He holds his tongue instead. You were trying your best after all. If all the mess was any proof. His heart aches at the waste, but he looks away from that and decides to focus on the sweetness of your actions.

“What did you have in mind?”

“Well, at first, it was more like… chicken and eggs. You know… classics. Something went wrong. Not on me though!”

You add, embarrassed, knowing whatever went wrong was clearly on you. “And then… well… I am making sandwiches and coffee.”

Coryo doesn't call you on it, he finds himself smirking at your embarrassment. A bit condescending, but it seemed to do nothing but make your face turn hotter.

“Did you buy the groceries yourself?”

“I had some of my avoxes send these over.”

Avoxes. People who had their tongues cut off were punished for crimes against Panem. Avoxes were slaves, only the richest hired them as staff. As they were discreet and quiet. Less likely to spill secrets. It was a smart thing to let Avoxes instead of your normal staff bring the heaps of groceries. He admired you for it.

“And of course, they won't tell.” You giggled at your own, cruel joke and even Coriolanus couldn't help the small scoff of amusement leaving his lips. You place freshly cut strawberries on the bread, and the whipped cream spreads the inner side of the bread.

You hand him a plate with two whole sandwiches. One of the strawberries and another of blueberries. And then you hand him coffee. It wasn't black. It had milk and sugar. His mouth watered. It was simple yet it was such a privileged meal he couldn't dream of having.

You take your plate of sandwiches, your other hand carrying coffee. Both of you sit beside each other, the plates of food on the dining table. Now, the silence was awkward. So many things happened last night. A murder. A kiss. Things beyond kissing. What was he supposed to say? Thank you for last night. He was sure he would get slapped if he did. So he didn't say anything. The silence continues.

It continues and he wills his mind to think of something else. Well, that is until he catches the sight of your cleavage in a gray dress you were waiting for. He had to physically swallow down as his eyes went down on your body. The dress was simple, the material gray but a bit metallic. The cuts are sharp and striking. It screamed Tigris. It fits you like a glove.

You chuckled, “You're looking at me like I am the meal, Coryo.” You are though. Coriolanus Snow did want to eat you up. He looks away, his face burning, ears red. He shrugged, not saying his true thoughts.

“I have to thank Tigris for it,” you said, “She gave it to me this morning. I wore it and she was all giggling, and she told me about her techniques, ideas, etc. It's nice to see someone so passionate.” You muse , “Our academy professors can't relate. And Dr. Gaul is passionate about her work in a much colder manner. Tigris is… warm. I like her, Coryo.”

He feels jealous until he reminds himself that's his cousin and you're his girl. Nothing is gonna happen because Tigris can make a few pretty dresses. You continue, “I also commissioned a few dresses from her. All befitting enough to be worn for the upcoming presidential gala.”

Now, the jealousy that faded away returns full force. The Presidential Gala. It was a gala, held with the elitists who are considered the pillars of Panem. He wasn't surprised that your family, despite being district, were invited. You had contributed so much to the Capitol even more than Mr. Plinth could ever imagine. It was natural you were invited.

He still had to bite his tongue to not insult your heritage. His father's a war hero. He's a Snow. A Snow. And yet here he is rotting in the remains of his family's former glory.

“Of course,” you smirk, your lips not having a smudge of whipped cream no matter how messily you ate. “There's a suit for you too. You're my date.”

Coriolanus was thoroughly shocked and you looked greatly amused by how his eyes widened and lips parted, smudged with the delicant cream. You giggled, “Of course, after all, it's not like last night was a fling.” Your eyes turn fox-like, dangerous. Coriolanus realized if he refuted otherwise he would be seeing hell. It wasn't a fling, it won't ever be a one-time thing. He is insane about you, but his mind briefly wanted to say it's nothing. But his heart aches when his mind forms the words.

“Yes,” he replied, his voice silk, “Who else will be your date.”

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— now

He thinks about the Presidential Gala. No doubt Dr. Gaul talked with President Ravinstill into having the yearly gala despite his son being in the hospital. Some bullshit, necessary true bullshit about showing the district they'll stand strong. Blah, blah, blah. He knows the guest list will involve people like Clemmie, the Plinths, Creeds, etc. It will include important people he never thought he could meet. He makes a mental note to go to the library to study their history and check out their information.

He has to use this to his advantage. Gaining favors from the family Panem gives luxury too. It's important for his future. His shoes tap, tap, tap the floor as he sees the screen. The arena was void of players. Everybody hid after the first blood was drawn. Everyone except Coral's group searched for the tributes albeit halfheartedly. Lucy Gray was alive but starving, pale, cold, and shivering. Jessup wasn't all that well either.

A few talk about the tribute he killed. It died down, people convincing themselves the boy died of the flu instead of questioning what they were told. Coriolanus wondered how blind he was because he too blindly believed the Capitol at one point. Reality however is much different than the truth that's revealed. The Capitol caters to the people who have power, not war orphans like him.

Nothing happens on the third day of the Hunger Games.

Nothing will happen on the fourth day either. Or so he thought. Coriolanus makes small talk with you, nothing of importance, but it felt nice talking to you. He enjoyed the mundane moments with you. His eyes focus on the screens, but his mind is on you. Then the scene unfolding in front of him forces him to give all of his attention.

Jessup Diggs had gone insane. He was sick, it was obvious he was. Coriolanus thought he was simply going to die. Without causing much trouble to the songbird. However, he was starting to hallucinate. Jessup Diggs comments on Lucy Gray trying to attack the District 2 boy when she had done nothing but help him!

He stands up, confused. You follow his actions, your words unhelpful and in no way comforting. “He has rabies!” No shit, dove. There was a telltale foam that began to bubble over Jessup's lips.

Lucy Gray had run out of the room. Jessup on her trail. Lucy Gray, who climbs into the stands and goes to a concession stand. Coriolanus thinks of a way to help Lucy Gray out of this predicament. The stress helps him come up with nothing.

“Water!” You yelled out all of a sudden; making severe mentors including Snow flinch from the volume. “People with rabies are afraid of water!” You use your communicuff to send water to Jessup. The drone flies in with the bottle of water, hitting Jessup Diggs. You send bottle after bottle, watching Jessup Diggs scream and fumble around with fear.

He trips and falls out of the stands into the arena. Coriolanus hears the breaking sound of his bones. Lucy Gray picks her way down to Jessup and tells him it’s safe to sleep. Everyone in the auditorium watches Lucy Gray stroke his hair until Jessup dies.

Coral and her group chased Lucy Gray around the arena. And in the aftermath, it results in Laminas’ death. Lucy Gray hides in a vent that Coral is unable to pierce through with her trident. The songbird is safe for now.

You pat Coriolanus on his arm. “I have to go now.” You kiss his temple, not caring about the eyes watching. “You're going to win.” He opens his mouth to thank you, but he can't get the words out. Jessup's blood was on your hands. You killed for him, without him even asking for it. Thank you isn't enough. How could it be?

You saved him.

So he pulls you close, his arm around your waist. Everyone in the auditorium had eyes on you both, even Lucky Flickerman. He had a feeling that this might even be broadcast to the Capitol. He couldn't bring himself to care at the moment. You mattered. Not the world.

He leans in, his lips against your soft ones. He whispered, his lips brushing against yours with every word. “Thank you,” his voice was the most sincere it's ever been. He pressed his lips to yours. Claiming you as his. You kissed him back, delicate and gentle. Filled with… he was afraid to mention the word. He didn't want to jinx it.

You pulled back with a small smile brighter than the sun. A smile for him. “I'll see you tonight for the gala, Coryo.” You kiss his forehead, “Don't overwork yourself.”

Coriolanus Snow watches you leave through the doors. He lets himself be bombarded with questions from his friends. He tiptoes around the topic, not sure how to answer. He didn't know the answer to the question himself.

So much had changed.

But he doesn't think about it, not wanting a headache when he has to focus. His fingers pressed into the soulmate's scar, which seemingly continues to reverse. He frowns, you still don't know that you're his soulmate. He's not sure if he needs to reveal the truth, he doesn't know how you will react.

It's a secret he kept for eight years, what's a lifetime?

He shakes his head, his fingers tracing lines over the mysterious healing scar. He focuses back on the screen and hopes that Tigris has a suit ready for him tonight.

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« yoo, how are you? » mark asks waiting by your desk as you collect your stuff 

« when did you even get there??? also we’ve been texting the whole time you know how i am » 

« my class ended a bit early so i waited by the door and when people were leaving i thought i’d just come in, also it’s called courtesy the whole asking how you’re doing, so stop complaining this is me being nice » mark says as you both head out of the class 

« righhtttt my bad sir , where are we going by the way? I don’t have classes for the rest of the day so I’m free if you want to hang out » you say 

« I told you to stop flirting with me, you’re getting desperate and it shows » mark jokes as you slightly punch his arm 

« we could grab lunch if you want to? also i don’t know where your friend is, i don’t think i saw him in your classroom but we can wait for him if you’d like » mark says looking around for hanbin you presume 

« Bin went to a party last night, he sent me a text this morning he’s wasted and hungover and basically skipped class so we don’t have to wait for him this time, also i wouldn’t act like I’m the one that likes you too much given how you practically begged me not to leave the music group » you said trying to get back at him. It was kinda annoying how he shrugged and told you that you were right without fighting back tho. 

« where the fuck are you taking me? this looks too expensive i don’t have that kind of money » you say as you guys near mark’s recommendation. you make a mental note to never trust the guy ever again when he tells you he knows a place

«  don’t worry, i got the bill » he says

« man, you’re as broke as I am don’t even pretend with this gentleman shit » you say laughing 

« dude you could’ve at least pretended for my ego, you suck. also it might look super fancy but it’s affordable don’t worry, not that i’d let you pay for your meal tho, i might be broke but I still know how to treat a lady thank you » he says holding the door of the establishment open for you 

«  I will wrestle you to the cash register don’t even play with me marcus lee » you say trailing behind him as he chuckles. you wonder if he’s making fun of your threat or if he’s laughing because of the nickname (the answer is both)

you were halfway through your meal when mark started to speak again 

« man.. isn’t it kinda crazy? » he says looking at you 

« what is? » you answer genuinely confused.. did this man think you’re sherlock holmes or something?? how would you know what he’s even talking about 

«  it’s kinda crazy how you, my diehard fan managed to be in the same music group as me. you hide your game pretty well though, sometimes i forget that you’re the president of my fan club » he says, you could see him holding back his laugh so hard. crazy how this man was openly making fun of you like that 

«  what happened to ‘let’s not talk about this ever again’? also, considering how you’ve been hyping me up these past few weeks i’d say that the roles have reversed and you’re my die hard fan now, you even said so yesterday » you reply 

« i never said any of that you are mistaking me for another man on your roster » mark answers

« let’s not lie like that we both remember the messages… and stop slut shaming me we are in public. and considering the amount of girls that want you i’d say you’re more likely to be the slut » you says hoping that’ll shut him up 

« ooo are you jealous that everybody wants me?? » he says. the answer is yes but you’ll never tell him that of course. 

« stop being so cocky before i slap that smirk off your face » you reply lowkey glaring at him

«  you didn’t deny it though » he says cockily. this man was aggravating you 

« god you’re becoming worse than hyuck. actually nevermind you are worse than hyuck constantly asking me for validation and compliments » you say smiling

« ouchhh okay i get it my bad, i’ll stop asking for validation and compliments the minute I’m 100% sure that I’m your favorite. also i don’t think it’s fair how donghyuck and jisung get to have cute nicknames while you call me marcus » he says kinda sulking 

« oh sorry my bad dork lee » you say laughing while he just gives you the middle finger « also i call you markie so you do have a cute nickname stop complaining and eat your food » you say as he just goes like « oooooh, that’s right » remembering the nickname you gave him. 

as you guys were finishing the meal you excused yourself to go to the toilet (little did he know you were actually paying the bill like the gentleman you are)

as you come back to the table you see mark trying to grab the waiter attention 

« what are you doing? stop doing that you’re giving me the ick » you say sitting back down 

« man fuck you, it’s not my fault nobody sees me i just want to pay the bill. and don’t fight me on this please » he says continuing his gesture to grab the staff’s attention 

« mark i paid the bill already that’s why no one is coming please stop » you say grabbing his hand to put it down 

« WHAT???!!!! » he replies 

« man… i can’t believe you paid the bill. next time’s one me tho » he says holding the door open for you to get out 

« is this an attempt to ask me out on a date? » you ask. yea that’s right. uno reverse bitch 

« sorry i don’t date fans » he replies. ooooooooh this man is 100% aggravating 

« by the way I texted you earlier to give you something but I’m really fucking nervous so I’ve been delaying it this whole time, but no more delaying shit I’ve got this I think. Also if you think it’s weird thennn pretend i never gave you shit ok? » he says sorta hyping himself up in the middle before opening his palm revealing a black guitar keychain 

you burst out laughing 

« I think this is worse than if you would’ve told me that you hated it. I’m literally contemplating suicide right now don’t even play with me » he says as you laugh even harder because his antics were really making it worse 

A few seconds later and in between giggles you decide to speak « no.. wait, i swear I’m not making fun of you, I swear I find this unbelievably sweet, you’ll understand why I’m laughing just give me a second » you say reaching into your bag pulling out a spiderman lego keychain you grabbed from the same store earlier to give to him as a present 

« this is for you, i bought it earlier because it reminded me of you, since you said you liked spiderman and since your twitter header is a lego character » you say finding it amusing how you both got each other a keychain

« dudeeee you need to stop doing this to me I’ll cry i love it so much, also look i got myself a guitar keychain to match yours » he says showing you the other keychain 

« i also got a keychain to match the one i got you hold on » you say showing yours 

« it’s crazy how we thought of the same thing tho, we’re like… spiritually connected » he says as the both of you start walking to head back to your apartment because even though you’ve been making fun of him for his gentleman antics, deep down (you didn’t even have to look hard to see it) mark was a good guy and no matter the time of day, he’s going to walk you back home.

you wonder if it’s because you like him but you know that if he keeps on acting the way he’s acting, this whole crush was going to be even worse than it is…

39. double matching

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notes: ended this on sort of a cliffhanger lolll, also this is not proofread at all sooooo idk probably a bunch of mistakes i just cba

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yes, professor

professor changbin x fem! student reader 

word count: 9,903

content warnings: oral sex (m and f receiving), vaginal penetration, pussy job, fingering, overstimulation, unprotected sex, creampie (use protection kids!), professor kink, pet names (princess, angel, baby), light degradation (bin calls her a slut mostly), spanking with hand and a ruler, classroom sex.

let me know if i missed anything in this one-shot bc i tend to miss stuff! if you want to skip to the smut, scroll to the white heart divider!

Your first day of your last year of college was already off to a bad start. 

Not only was it already eighty-eight degrees out at only ten in the morning, but you had tripped and fallen on your way out of your dorm, and skinned your knee. The cut still hurt like a bitch, even as you traipsed the fifteen minutes to your first class of the day. 

And that was really the cherry on top of this miserable summer day. You had to attend your first and only college math class. And you were absolute shit at math.

If you had your way, you wouldn’t be taking this course at all. Not only were you bad at the subject, but you hated it. You wanted to become a technical writer, which 90% of the time didn’t actually require you to know any math. Writing? Love. Science? Fine. Even history was passable, Cs get degrees and all that. But math, for lack of better words, was the bane of your existence. You even struggled to pass back in high school. 

So no one could blame you for putting off this class until practically the last second. You didn’t want this to be your very last course before graduation, because that would be absolute torture. So you buckled in to take it your fall semester instead.

And oh how you were regretting it. 

Now, you stood outside the classroom. The little window on the door was covered with white paper, so you couldn’t see inside. If you could, you would probably have run away. 

Instead, you steeled yourself, straightened your shoulders, took a deep breath, and pushed it open. 

You had arrived a few minutes early, a little later than you usually were to other classes. You had admittedly stalled back at your dorm for as long as possible, knowing what was in store. 

You took a seat in the second row, a few seats away from a quiet-looking guy with dark hair. You pulled a notebook and pencil out of your backpack, before looking up at the front of the room.

And that was when you saw him.

He was standing facing away from you, writing something on the chalkboard. He wasn’t very tall, but he was incredibly built. His broad shoulders flexed in that navy blue button-up as he wrote, and you couldn’t help but check him out. His movements were confident and sure, like he knew he belonged up there. 

You’d never had a hot professor before. Maybe that was about to change.

Of course, he could have an unattractive face, you reminded yourself. Or even worse, a shitty personality. Just because he was ripped didn’t mean he was hot.

Then, he turned around.

Dear God. Your heart rate picked up immediately, your chest contracting as you gazed upon him rapturously. You didn't want to look behind you to see if anyone else felt the same way. There was no way they didn't. 

His dark hair was styled casually, wavy bangs sweeping across his forehead. He had kind, intelligent, yet humorous eyes, adorned with thick-framed black glasses, and small but full lips. Your eyes kept zeroing in on them, and you found yourself wondering what they would feel like against yours.

You shook your head, instantly clearing that thought from your mind. You could not be imagining your professor in that way. Even if he was young, maybe five years older than you at the most. You could not think about him like that. You were terrible enough at math as it was, and you couldn't afford to get distracted.

But when he smiled at the class, your mind went blank, forgetting your little pep talk. God, how could a man look so fine by simply existing?

“Good morning, class,” he said, pointing up at the board. My name is-“

Seo Changbin. 

You read the two words, written in a rushed, messy scrawl. You almost mouthed his name, wanting to feel what it was like to say it. But you kept your mouth shut. 

“My name is Seo Changbin, and I’m your professor this semester,” he continued. “This is a mid-level calculus class, so if that’s not what you’re here for, then you should probably leave now.”

You inwardly sighed. Taking a mid-level math class when you hadn’t taken math in four years seemed dangerous. And honestly, in any other situation, you might have hopped up and left, off to find the easiest possible course the school offered.

But how could you pass up the chance to be around this absolute specimen of a man for an entire semester?

So you stayed put.

“Good.” Changbin moved his hair out of his face, and you watched with a fervor you never thought possible. If your friends could see you, they would call you a simp. For this man, hell yes you were. 

“Now, I’ll be coming around with the syllabus.” He held up a stack of papers. “We’ll go over it, and then jump into the first lesson. Don’t worry, it’s nothing crazy. Yet.” He smirked, and your breath stuttered in your throat. Every time you assumed he couldn’t get any hotter, he inevitably did.

He started making his way up and down the rows of students, handing them the small syllabus. He greeted a few who he must have known from a previous course, asking them how their summer was. 

So he was an attentive teacher, too. Dammit.

Finally, he reached you. When your eyes met, just the hint of a smile graced those perfect lips. You held his gaze, unable to look away. Your entire body was on fire, and you crossed your legs in what you hoped was a casual manner. 

For a split second, you could have sworn his eyes flicked up and down your body, once, checking you out. But it was so fast, you couldn’t tell. Your face was so hot, you couldn’t think straight.

“And what’s your name?” he asked, coming to a stop in front of you. 

As you introduced yourself, he took a step nearer, leaning down. He wasn’t even that close, but you instantly felt the need to pull him to you. You weren’t sure if he felt it too, but the energy between you was magnetic. 

“Are you new here?” he asked curiously. “I’ve never seen you in my class before.”

“No, I don’t usually take math classes,” you responded. “This is my first and only one, actually. I’m an English major, but it was required.”

“So you’re a senior?” he chuckled. “Waited till the last possible minute to join us, did you?”

You shrugged, embarrassment threatening to overwhelm you. But you didn’t let it show, simply shrugging and smiling at him. “Math isn’t my thing.”

“Well, hopefully I can change that,” he grinned, handing you a syllabus. “Welcome.”

As he started class, you became enthralled with how knowledgeable he was. While most everything went over your head, you found yourself wanting to understand what he was saying. You wanted to impress him, wanted him to be proud of you. So while you would usually space out and succumb to boredom, you actually read the syllabus in its entirety, and took vigorous notes. Even if it was boring, you wanted to hear every word that came out of Changbin’s mouth.

When class was over, and you were packing up, Changbin walked over to the desks, saying goodbye to some of the students. You ignored him, not wanting to come off as too eager.

“It was nice to meet you, Miss English Major,” Changbin said, and you looked up, shocked that he remembered anything about you.

You glowered at him, rolling your eyes playfully. “Is that all you’re going to refer to me as from now on?” you teased.

He shrugged, straightening his shirt and smiling. “Once I get to know you, I’m sure I’ll refer to you as something else. For now, have a good day, Miss English Major.”

——————————

Two weeks passed uneventfully. 

Changbin’s calculus class had started ramping up, and you were barely surviving. Everything was very confusing, and you found yourself blacking out for most of class just staring at your hot professor, instead of learning. All your other courses were a breeze, which left you tons of time to focus on failing to understand basic math. 

You and Changbin had continued to talk, a little bit every day after class. He would ask you about your other courses, mostly about writing and all kinds of grammar. He seemed genuinely interested in you and your life, which was so opposite from any other teacher. He even wanted to know about your personal life, like your family and friends. You told him everything. Except the fact that your friends were dying to meet your aforementioned “hot professor”. It felt nice knowing that he supported you, even if you were inevitably going to fail his class.

You fell into a nice groove, of sorts. You would act cool, funny, even effortless, to his face, and when you got back to your dorm, when none of your roommates were back yet, you would touch yourself to the thought of him. Fantasizing about his rough, strong hands holding your thighs open as he ate you out, or him caging you in between his huge arms as he pounded into you from behind. You couldn’t help it, you were infatuated by him. You wanted him, no matter how terrible you were doing in his class.

All that changed on the Monday of your third week.

“Next week, we’re having our first test,” Changbin announced as he stood at the front of the room. He turned on the projector to display a PowerPoint presentation with information about the test.

It would be thirty percent of your overall grade. One test?? Thirty percent??

You felt your mouth hanging open as you stared up at the screen, then down at Changbin. How could such a kind, handsome man do this to you? Was he trying to make you fail?

Changbin met your eyes, and a smile graced his lips. You snapped your mouth shut, feeling your face warm. He definitely just saw you gaping at him like a fish. Totally smooth.

“I know some of you may be worried, and some of you may not,” he said. “And if you’re one of the former, I would love for you to stay after class and talk to me about it. I know you all have the ability to pass this test. Every answer to every question is in your notes. Study those as hard as you can, and you’ll be more than fine.”

You could feel your heart rate picking up as you thought back on the dozens of pages of notes you’d taken over the past four classes. You couldn’t think  of anything that made sense. How were you supposed to take a test and pass? Let alone one that was worth so much of your grade?

For the rest of the lecture, you could scarcely pay attention as you continued to spiral. Clearly, you should have just taken a different class, hot teacher be damned. To be fair, you hadn’t expected the class to be this hard. 

As the class ended, you started packing up in a daze. You had a morphology course - one of your favorites - next, but you were thinking about skipping it so you could study for this test instead. Even a week straight of studying probably wouldn’t be enough for you to pass, so you needed all the time you could get.

You were so wrapped up in your thoughts that you didn’t even notice someone calling your name, over and over again.

“Miss English Major! Miss!” Changbin finally called, and your head whipped around to face him, your cheeks warming at the nickname.

“I-sorry, what’s up?” You stumbled over your words, trying not to look completely flustered. From his look of understanding, you knew you had failed.

“Would you like to study with me tonight?” he asked gently, approaching your desk. 

“Ah, why would you think I need extra studying?” you asked quickly.

“I have eyes,” he said with a quiet laugh. “And you look like you’re about to pass out. Really, the test isn’t going to be hard. But like I said earlier, I’m more than willing to tutor any student who needs help. I have the time.”

You sighed. “Am I really that obvious? Or do I just look like an idiot?”

Changbin shrugged, moving so he stood in front of you. “I can tell you’re really smart. You just don’t believe in yourself. So… I’ll see you at six tonight? I’ll bring donuts?”

You relented, grinning. “If you bring glazed donuts, I’m in.”

“Are there any other kinds?” he winked. “See you tonight.”

Oh, you were so done for.

——————————

You arrived at 5:55pm, terrified of being late, or wasting Changbin’s time. You assumed he was so busy already, and you didn’t want him waiting on you.

Seeing as he wasn’t there yet, you just stood awkwardly at the side of the room, unsure if you should pull up a seat by his desk, or just wait for him.

He arrived a few minutes later, carrying a cardboard box from the campus donut shop. Your heart leaped when you saw him, dressed in a casual black t-shirt, zip-up hoodie, and jeans. He would have fit right in as a student. 

“Oh, you’re already here.” Changbin grinned at you, and your face heated. He was so hot when he smiled. 

“I’m always on time,” you pointed out.

“You’re always late to my class,” Changbin chuckled, shaking his head.

“Maybe it’s because I don’t like your class,” you countered.

“Ouch.” He came to sit at his desk. “Here, sit with me.” He motioned to the chair next to his. 

“So, what would you like more help with?” He asked when you got settled.

You sighed. “What don’t I need help with?”

He frowned, tilting his head. “Am I really that bad of a teacher?”

“No!” you said hurriedly. “Math just really isn’t my thing. I probably made a mistake taking a mid-level class. Everything is just really over my head. It’s not your fault.”

“Well, we can start from the beginning,” Changbin conceded. He glanced down at your notebook, which was covered in your neat but hurried scrawl, and even a few shitty doodles at the top of each page. “May I?” he asked, pointing at them.

You nodded, pushing them towards him. 

He took it, and flipped back to the beginning. “You’ve taken really thorough notes,” he complimented, and you blushed. At least you were doing something right.

“I’m trying to pay attention to you.” You smiled weakly.

Changbin started pointing at things in your notes, trying to explain them as thoroughly as possible. You had to admit, he was very good at dumbing down every concept, and even gave you examples of when they might be used in the real world. That tended to be your struggle with math. None of it made any practical sense, it was so abstract. At least with words, they always correlated to a real-world thing, or concept. Math was filled with what-ifs, and you hated that.

As he pointed at your notes, he moved closer and closer to you, his arm brushing yours. Your skin tingled from the touch, almost desperate to feel more of him. His arms were so firm, entirely made of muscle. Of course, you had known that from hours of staring at him. But being this close to him, getting to touch him, was intoxicating, making your mouth water. If only you could reach out and-

“Are you even listening to me?” Changbin’s voice snapped you out of your lusting. 

“Yes! I was just uhh…” you paused, unsure what to say.

He raised an eyebrow at you, pushing his glasses higher up his nose. 

“Ah, no I wasn’t. I’m sorry.” You ducked your head, unable to meet his gaze.

He turned his chair to face yours. “I’m sorry, this is all probably way too much all at once. I should have realized that,” he apologized. “Maybe we should take a five? Then we’ll get back into it.”

You brightened, nodding quickly. “Yeah, that would be great.”

He grinned, sitting back in his chair. “You’re nothing like my usual math students, you know.”

You raised your brows at him. “That sounds like a badly veiled insult, Professor Seo.”

His eyes darkened for a moment at the way you said his name, but he seemed to shake it off immediately. “No, it’s just an observation. You’re very different.”

“How?” Your eyes drifted over to the box of donuts, which sat untouched next to you.

He shook his head at you. “Because of stuff like that. You’re very easily distracted. Just have one, or I’ll never get your attention back.”

You smiled apologetically, before tearing the box open and grabbing a glazed donut. “I can’t believe you actually brought these for me.”

“For you??” Changbin exclaimed. “Nah, I wanted them. You were just an excuse. Pass one here.”

You glared, taking a bite. “Okay that’s rude. I would think you cared more about your struggling student.” You handed him a donut.

He laughed at that before taking a bite too. “Of course I care about you.”

You gazed into his eyes, watching the way his throat moved as he swallowed. Your eyes flickered back up to his, wondering if there might, just might, be a hidden meaning behind that. 

Before you could stop yourself, or fully process what you were doing, you felt yourself moving imperceptibly closer to him, like there was an invisible force pulling you. 

Your face was a mere foot away from his, your eyes remaining locked with his. “How else am I different from the others, Professor?”

He groaned, a low sound deep in his throat, and you saw a flame flicker to life in his eyes. A flame of desire, you wondered? Did he want you just as badly as you wanted him? Had he thought about you in the same way you thought about him? Your stomach twisted with desire, hot and potent. 

Your hand reached out to grip his thigh, desperate to touch him. But before you could make contact, his hand grabbed your wrist, stopping you.

“What-“ you began.

“We can’t do this,” he said. His voice was quiet, but firm. 

“What are you…?” you trailed off, your heart thudding so hard your head hurt. Was he rejecting you right now? After that almost animalistic noise came from him, just by making eye contact?  A noise that would most definitely be used to fuel your nightly desires? “But you were just flirting with me!”

“I was,” he paused, licking his lips. You wanted to know what that tongue tasted like. “But I can’t. You’re my student, and it was incredibly unprofessional of me. I’m sorry.”

You pulled your hand from his grip, moving your chair away from him, fighting to keep your voice steady. “Yes, you’re right. Let’s continue studying.”

“Okay.” Changbin nodded, picking up your notebook again. “Onto lesson two.”

You continued the study session for another hour, before bidding him farewell. He promised that he would continue to help you study for two hours every night, and you agreed. He also demanded that you take the rest of the donuts home, but you refused. It felt wrong, somehow, to take something from him. 

You walked back to your dorm, body burning with shame.

——————————

For the rest of the week, you dutifully attended each study session with Changbin, carefully avoiding any kind of physical closeness with him. You knew that if you got near him again, you wouldn’t be able to control yourself. 

Your thoughts were plagued by images of him. The way he smirked playfully at you when you got a question wrong, the glimmer of pride in his eyes when you got one right. His strong arms as he leaned over your notes, and his tight ass and muscular legs when he stood in front of the chalkboard to write every morning, or give lectures. 

No matter how hard you tried to ignore your growing feelings for him, you couldn’t help it. Every night, you found yourself desperately touching yourself to the thought of him doing unspeakable things to you, imagining it was him ravaging you instead of your vibrator. Him straddling you from above as he pounded into you with that thick cock, instead of your fingers. At this point, you knew it would never happen, but the forbidden, risky aspect turned you on even more.

Finally, the day of the test had arrived. Your heart had been racing with adrenaline. The night before, you had left this very classroom, saying goodnight to Changbin before cramming even more. 

“Good luck, Miss.” He’d smiled at you on your way out.

“Thanks, I’m really gonna need it,” you had replied.

“No you don’t,” Changbin said as you left.

The test had been shockingly easy. You weren’t sure if it was because Changbin purposely made the questions simpler than usual, or if his study sessions really had helped. But you whizzed through that test like never before. It gave you hope that maybe, just maybe, you weren’t absolute shit at math after all.

Now, Changbin was passing out the test results. You hoped your gut instinct that you’d done well was right.

He placed the test on your desk, shooting you a faint smile.

“Well done, Miss English Major,” he whispered, so quiet you could barely hear him.

You peeked at the top right corner, almost afraid of what it said. 

92%.

Your head whipped around to face Changbin, who was now a couple of desks down. 

Holy shit. Not only had you passed, but you passed with an A! How was that possible??

You wanted to run over to him and leap into his arms, but you had to hold yourself back. No one, including Changbin, wanted that.

You would wait until the end of class to celebrate.

As you packed up your bags, Changbin cleared his throat. 

You looked up to see him motioning you towards him. Of course, you couldn’t help but obey.

After the other students had left, you approached him, a huge smile plastered across your face.

“I passed!” you exclaimed, suddenly breathless. “I-I can’t believe it! Thank you.”

He shook his head, unable to hide his smile. “It was all you. You studied harder than I’ve ever seen any student do before. You earned it.”

Before you could stop yourself, you wrapped your arms around his midsection and hugged him.

“Seriously, thank you,” you said quietly. “I’ve never gotten an A on a math test, ever.”

Changbin laughed, and for a split second you thought he was going to hug you back. His arms raised to grab your waist, and your heart thudded in anticipation. You had thought about what it would feel like to be in Changbin’s arms countless times.

But instead, he pushed you away. His movements were gentle, respectful even, like he didn’t want to hurt your feelings.

It did quite the opposite. It stung more to know that he wasn’t an asshole who just wanted a girl's attention, but he thought he was doing the right thing in rejecting you for a second time.

“Well… thanks again,” you said lamely, moving away from him. “I’ll see you next week.”

You practically ran out of the room, tears stinging your eyes. You wouldn’t let yourself get hurt again.

——————————

Changbin stood at the front of his classroom, preparing for that day’s lesson. It was two months into the semester, and about time for another test. The last one had been almost a month and a half ago, and his students were beginning to get complacent. It was his job to make sure they didn’t get too comfortable.

It had also been about a month and a half since he’d properly talked to you. Ever since you had thanked him for all his help on that first math test, you had avoided him. 

He wished you wouldn’t. But you were right to. He would have done the same thing if roles were reversed.

He had rejected you, twice. Those glorious five days tutoring you were some of the best times he’d had in his entire three years as a professor. He’d never met someone half as bright, witty, or funny as you. 

Or as beautiful. 

Let’s be real, fucking sexy.

That first day of class, when he’d turned around and met your gaze, still stuck with him. Those curious yet guarded eyes of yours instantly drew him in, and he’d had to inwardly slap himself just to focus on his job. He’d never let anyone distract him from work before, let alone one of his students. He’d worked hard to get where he was, and ever since he got the job, he’d made a promise to himself never to date a student. From watching his colleagues, it never ended well.

And no one had ever made him question that promise. Until you.

Everything about you intoxicated him. The way you rolled your eyes at his cringey jokes, that little crease in your left eyebrow when you were focusing extra hard, the dimple on your left cheek when you smiled. Your determination to be good at whatever you put your mind to. And something he hadn’t expected: your desire to please him. 

In a strictly professional sense, of course. Or so he convinced himself. Until you two had almost kissed. And he’d told you no. That had to be in the top five of his stupidest moments, and he had a lot of those.

For that whole week, he’d found himself wishing that you would try again. He couldn’t stop thinking about you. When he went home to his empty apartment, he found solace in his hand, thoughts solely on you. About the way it would feel if it was your hand instead of his, gripping his shaft as you stroked him up and down, those nimble fingers knowing exactly where to place more pressure, where to be gentle. That pretty mouth of yours wrapped around him, taking his thick cock to the hilt. And he would cum to the thought of you, knowing that he couldn’t have you.

Even when you hugged him after the test, he still rebuffed your advances. Why? What the hell was wrong with him? He wanted you, you wanted him. It was legal, you were both adults. And yet, he had still rejected you. 

He still thought about you, obsessively so. The more he came to the fantasy of you, the more he became reliant on your presence, craved it, really. He looked forward to seeing you everyday in class, even if you didn’t speak a word to, or barely looked at him. But your beautiful self walking to his class by yourself, gave him a sense of security.

Today, he arrived at class, eagerly awaiting your presence. When he turned around to face the door, slightly concerned because even two minutes into class, you hadn’t arrived, his stomach quite literally dropped.

Because you weren’t alone. 

——————————

Hwang Hyunjin was the smoothest man alive.

You’d noticed him sitting a few seats away from you since the first day of class. He was incredibly smart, but tended to keep his mouth shut. He was always busy writing or drawing something on his notes instead of paying attention, and when you weren’t busy staring at Changbin, you found yourself watching him instead.

The two of you had been paired up for a class discussion, and he mentioned that he loved art. Being the creative that you were, you asked him what he liked to draw, and he showed you some of the doodles he did during class. They were good, really good. 

When he asked you out for coffee a month into the semester, you’d had no choice but to say yes. And you had a great time. 

It was clear that Changbin had no interest in you, so who could blame you for wanting to spend time with another hot guy? Who cared if you still thought about him in the privacy of your dorm, late at night? That was just a phase. Every college girl had a crush on her professor at some point, right? 

You and Hyunjin weren’t really seeing each other, it was casual. So you had never come to class together, or showed any sign that you were interested in each other.

Until today. 

Hyunjin had walked you to class, after treating you to coffee. You were even later than usual, but you found that you didn’t mind.

But when you walked into the classroom, and Hyunjin suddenly grabbed your hand, it was clear that someone minded. They minded a hell of a lot.

Changbin’s eyes seared into the two of you, his gaze roaming over both your and Hyunjin’s faces, before landing on your connected hands. His jaw clenched and unclenched, a vein ticking in his forehead, but he stayed quiet. His fists were pulled tight at his sides, those huge arms flexing in a most mesmerizing way. You couldn’t help but stare. Was there the potential that he was… jealous? 

Of you. Being with another guy.

Before you could think about it further, Changbin cleared his throat, and Hyunjin sat next to you for the first time that semester. 

You should feel giddy that this gorgeous man was sitting with you, but you couldn’t pay attention to anything, except your stud of a professor glaring at Hyunjin like he wanted him to disappear. 

“Today, we’re going to be discussing next week’s test,” Changbin ground out, his teeth gritted so hard you could hear them scraping against one another. “Mister Hwang, do you remember what our first unit after last month’s test was?”

Hyunjin paused next to you, brows furrowed. How was he supposed to remember what you’d learned over a month ago, off the top of his head?

“No Professor, I don’t,” he said evenly. “If I could just check my notes-“

“No, you may not,” Changbin snarled, his eyes narrowed as he stared Hyunjin down. “Clearly, you weren’t paying close enough attention.”

“Professor!” you exclaimed, blood pounding. Why was he targeting Hyunjin all of a sudden? You thought he liked Hyunjin.

“What?” Changbin sneered. “Trying to protect your boyfriend?”

“Just don’t.” You rolled your eyes, looking away from him. 

For the rest of the class, Changbin continued to pick on Hyunjin, calling on him for the hardest review questions, and actually laughing at him when he couldn’t remember.

Finally, when class was over, the two of you made to leave. 

“Miss, please stay behind,” Changbin practically growled, gaze hot on your back.

“Will you be okay?” Hyunjin asked, glancing between the two of you.

You nodded. “Yeah, don’t worry about me. I’ll see you later.”

Hyunjin followed the rest of the class out, casting one last look back at you.

🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

You stood behind your desk, staring at Changbin. He stared back at you, expression unreadable. Was he upset? Of course he was. He wasn’t very good at hiding that during class. 

He walked to the door and slammed it shut, the force startling you. But when he clicked the lock in place, your chest seized up. What was he doing? 

“Come here.” His voice was soft, yet you could hear him clearly. His face looked calm, but you could see the fire in his eyes as he gazed at you. Your breath caught in your throat as you wordlessly obeyed, coming to stand in front of him.

Was this really going to happen? Was he-

Before you could formulate a proper prediction, his lips were on yours. His hands fumbled at your waist with a desperation you didn’t expect, even in your dirtiest fantasies. He picked you up, grabbing your ass roughly as his plush lips forced your mouth open, sucking and biting with enough pressure that would leave marks in the morning. 

“Fuck, I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” Changbin growled against you between kisses. Your hands slid into his hair, clinging to him as you kissed him back with equal strength. 

“What took you so damn long?” you gasped, pressing your tongue into his mouth and rolling your hips against him.

He groaned, the sound low and guttural, before setting you on his desk as gently as he could. He slid a finger under your tank top strap, pushing it down slowly, his gaze devouring your skin rapturously.

“I’ve been so good, so in control,” he breathed as if you were torturing him, his mouth coming to land against the shell of your ear. You shivered at the sensation. “Until today, when you decided to bring that poor Hwang boy along with you. What are you, boyfriend and girlfriend?”

You shook your head quickly. “N-no, it’s casual,” your voice shook despite yourself. “We’ve just been hanging out.”

“You like that he’s willing to give you attention when I wouldn’t?” He leaned down, nipping at your shoulder and collarbone. “Has he fucked you?”

You moaned softly, closing your eyes. “No, of course not,” you whispered. “And even if he had, why would you give a shit? I made a move on you, and you fucking rejected me, twice!”

Changbin let go of you, stepping back. For the first time, he looked embarrassed. Good, as he should. 

“I'm sorry, Princess.” He slid a hand down your arm, skating his fingers across your skin. “I thought I was making the right decision. But… I want you all to myself. Is that so bad?”

You glared at him. But no matter how long you tried to play hard to get, you knew damn well how this was going to end. You needed him too badly.

“Well, you better prove how much you want me, then.”

His mouth curled into a smirk, and your core dampened at the sight. “I thought you’d never ask.”

He pushed you back against his desk, shoving your legs apart, before tugging your denim shorts down your legs and ripping your panties clean in half.

“Changbin!” you gasped. Those were your nice panties, too.

“What? You won’t be needing them,” he smirked, holding them to his nose and inhaling a hungry breath, before tossing them away. “And from now on, you will call me Professor, not Changbin.”

You gaped at him for a moment, before you realized he was watching you expectantly.

“Y-yes… Professor,” you said weakly.

He smiled, kissing your cheek in an uncharacteristically tender way. “That’s my good girl. Now I’ll make you feel the best you’ve ever felt.”

He traveled down the length of your body, pressing kisses to your bare thighs as he went, admiring every inch of you. Your breaths came in short gasps as you laid in anticipation. You didn’t know much, but you were sure that Changbin was experienced when it came to sex.

As he gazed in appreciation at your soaked cunt, he tore his glasses off and set them on the desk, licking his lips. “Gonna need to get close and personal, huh Princess?”

Oh yeah, he was most definitely experienced. 

But nothing could prepare you for the sensation of Changbin’s tongue against your center. He pressed his mouth flat against your clit, swiping his tongue up and down in broad strokes. He covered your entire pussy with his warm, wet mouth before sucking and licking in earnest. 

“Holy shit, yes,” you gasped, your eyes widening as your hips jerked up against his movements.

He grabbed your waist to stop you, his tongue fucking in and out of your cunt as his lips pressed against the sensitive nerves above it. You moaned, your hand finding purchase in his hair as your vision sparked in and out, stars flashing before your eyes.

“Fuck, faster, please,” you begged, tugging his hair as you tried to pull him closer.

“What’s my name again, Princess?” he rasped against your core, his voice interrupted by his continued slurping. 

“P-professor, please,” you whimpered, gazing at him with wide, pleading eyes.

“Fuck, how could I say no to you, Princess,” he snarled against you, yanking your legs open even further as his tongue moved impossibly faster, two of his fingers sliding into your pussy, adding even more squelching sounds to the mix.

The addition of his fingers nearly sent you spinning over the edge, your free hand gripping the side of his desk as your legs shook, your thighs trying to squeeze his head.

“Stay nice and spread for me, Angel,” he sucked hard on your clit, and you sobbed his name over and over, clutching at him like your life depended on it, your entire body vibrating.

“Professor, I-I’m gonna cum, please let me cum!” you begged, squeezing your eyes shut as you ground your hips up against him, this time Changbin allowing you.

“Cum for me, Princess, let me hear you,” Changbin ordered, pressing his tongue in just the right way against your throbbing pussy.

With a strangled cry, you rode out your orgasm against his mouth and fingers as he thrusted them in harder and harder, working you through your release as you crested the peak and came tumbling over, your whole body falling onto the desk in a trembling, sobbing mess.

“Was that good enough for you, Princess?” Changbin licked his lips as he gazed at you smugly, coming to his feet and gazing down at you.

You rolled your eyes, standing up to meet his eyes properly. “It was amazing, Professor,” you murmured against his lips, before kissing him forcefully. The taste of you lingered on his lips.

He kissed you back hungrily, his fingers traveling back between your legs to rub your clit gently, his tongue slipping into your mouth. You licked his bottom lip, grinding against his fingers as you moaned into him. 

“Let me return the favor,” you whispered, pushing him against the desk this time, before kneeling in front of him.

“Let’s just hope you’re better with your mouth than you are at math,” Changbin teased. But you could see the desire flaming in his gaze as he caressed your hair with a rough hand, fully pushing you down onto the floor.

“You don’t have to worry about that, Professor,” you said sweetly, and he groaned, eyes flickering shut.

“No more dawdling Angel, open up.”

You unzipped his black work pants, tugging them down to his knees. Even with his dark gray boxers on, you could tell he was huge, and already hard. Pulling his underwear off, his cock sprang free, angry and red, leaking precum.

Your eyes widened, and Changbin kicked his pants to the side, smirking down at you. 

“Big enough for you, Princess?”

“Perfect, Professor,” you breathed, gripping the base with one hand.

“Ah shit,” Changbin gritted his teeth, his hand already tangled in your hair. “Don’t make me wait too long, Princess. I’ve already been waiting for months.”

You giggled softly, sticking your tongue out and kitten licking the pretty pink tip. He was quite thick, so thick that your hand could barely fit around him. He was about seven inches long, with a pretty vein running along the right side. Your core throbbed at the sight, imagining how well he would fill you up. 

“Fuck,” he snarled, thrusting into your hand impatiently, a bead of precum dribbling onto your skin. “Are you asking me to punish you, Princess?”

You felt your core clench at his words, and you almost hoped he would just flip you over and spank you for disobeying him.

But that could happen later. Instead, you slid his entire length into your mouth, taking him so deep your nose hit his hips. Coarse brown hair tickled your face, and you shut your eyes. 

“Holy-“ Changbin choked out as you began sucking hard and fast, using your hand to rub the base where your mouth couldn’t reach. Your saliva instantly became sloppy, running down his cock and onto his waist.

“Oh fuck yeah, just like that,” he grunted, tugging your hair roughly as he thrust his hips against you, driving his cock further into your mouth. “I bet you just love being my little cockslut, don’t you Princess? You like me using you like this.”

“Mm,” you moaned, sending vibrations up his cock. He shuddered at the sensation, his huge, muscular legs flexing next to you. One of your hands gripped his thigh, the other squeezing his taut ass as you fucked your mouth up and down on him so he didn’t even have to move.

“Oh shit, you do know what you’re doing, don’t you, Slut?” He ran his hand through your hair, and you felt a tinge of pride shoot through you. A thin line of tears dotted your lash line and your jaw hurt, but you didn’t care. He was impressed with you, and that was all that mattered. 

“Only for you, Professor,” you gasped as you took a quick breath, before sliding him back into your mouth. Your hands moved to cup his balls, and he growled, loud and animalistic, against you.

“Fuck Angel, you’re such a good girl for your professor, aren’t you?” he moaned, pulling your hair into two makeshift ponytails as he started fucking against you in earnest.

You started to choke on his harsh ministrations, but you didn’t want him to stop. Your core was so wet, arousal was dripping onto the ground. 

“I’m gonna cum, Princess,” Changbin growled, as his hips stilled. “But I don’t want to cum in your mouth. I want to breed that little pussy of yours. How does that sound?”

“I-it sounds amazing, Professor,” you breathed as you pulled his rock-hard cock out of your mouth.

He grinned, yanking you into another bruising kiss. “That’s my good little Cockslut,” he murmured, picking you up and setting you back on the desk. “This is exactly how I imagined fucking you for the first time. You look so beautiful lying there, all wet and ready for me.”

You whimpered softly, shooting a seductively innocent look at him.

“Fuck, do you know what you do to me, Angel?” He closed his eyes, his body trembling at the sight before him. “Even better than my imagination.”

“You’ve thought about me, Professor?” you said faux-shyly, grabbing his hand and placing it against your core.

“Of course I have, Princess,” Changbin chuckled, opening his eyes again as his fingers roamed over your clit gently. You shivered at his touch. “Who wouldn’t think about ruining a perfect girl like you?”

“I'm not a virgin, Professor,” you pointed out. 

“I know, but you’re perfect,” he responded, stepping closer. “Just look at you.”

“Professor?” you asked softly, gazing at him. “Can I ask just one thing?”

“Anything.”

“Can you take your shirt off?”

Changbin’s eyes flickered in amusement. “Do you like my body, Princess?”

You nodded vigorously. “I love your body. I think about it all the time.”

“I like the sound of that,” he murmured, leaning over and pressing harsh kisses against your neck. “What do you think about?”

“Fuck me, then I’ll tell you,” you breathed against him, starting to undo his shirt buttons.

He tugged the shirt over his head hurriedly, before coming to hover over you again, those perfect, muscular arms of your dreams caging you in. You whimpered at the sensation alone, pulling him closer to you so you could grab his cock, stroking him a few times.

“Fuck yes, Princess,” Changbin choked out, before lining himself up outside of your core. “I need to be inside you right now.”

“I need you inside me too, Professor,” you begged, moving your hips back and forth against his hard cock, wet squelching sounds ensuing as his cock rubbed through your slit. You threw your head back at the overwhelming sensation, moaning into his shoulder.

“Fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me,” he pulled your face up and kissed you once. Then, screwing up his eyes, he slid his entire cock into you in one harsh thrust.

“O-oh shit!” you cried, eyes widening and hands coming to grab his broad shoulders. He filled you perfectly, his girth stretching you deliciously, that vein rubbing against your walls just right. “Fuck Professor, you feel so good inside me.”

“God, you feel heavenly Princess,” he croaked, his voice hoarse. “Can I move? Please, tell me I can move.”

“Please move, now,” you gasped, fingernails digging into his back. “Don't be gentle with me, Professor. I can take it.”

“Yeah? We’ll see about that, Angel.” Before you could say anything else, he pulled all the way out, leaving you feeling incredibly empty, before thrusting back in with all his strength. 

You squealed, fingers scrambling for purchase against him, as he pounded in and out of your tight, wet pussy over and over, filthy noises filling the classroom. 

You whimpered against his neck, pressing harsh kisses against him as he thrusted in and out, balls slapping your pussy as he went harder and faster. His cock slammed against the spongy part inside of you, causing you to cry out and clench around him.

“Ah shit, Princess, ease up a bit!” he grunted, nipping your neck as his hips stuttered against yours.

“Y-you just feel so good,” you sobbed. “Please fuck me harder, don’t stop, please, Professor.”

Changbin listened, continuing to hit that sensitive spot over and over again until you were a babbling mess, unable to say anything except “Professor”.

“Fuck baby, can you stand?” Changbin demanded into your ear.

“Y-yes Professor,” you breathed, and before you could stop him, he was carrying you over to the chalkboard, and setting you down, so your face was towards the board, ass presented to him.

“Well shit, don't you look like a treat,” he whispered, slapping your ass with a calloused hand, before trapping you between his arms once more, his mouth against your neck. 

You gasped at the stinging sensation of his hand against your skin, but it wasn't fully because of the pain. Him slapping you felt good. What did you have to do for him to do it again?

His fingers traveled between your legs again, feeling the dripping wetness that gathered there. You felt him smirk against you.

“Did my Princess like it when I spanked her? Does she like it when she gets punished?”

You nodded vigorously, closing your eyes. Was he going to think you were disgusting for liking something so violent? 

Changbin started chuckling, and you glanced back at him. Did he find this funny?

“I might have underestimated you, Sweetheart,” his hands traveled up to your breasts and squeezed, making you squeal. “I guess you were right. You’re more of a whore than I thought.”

“N-no Professor, I’m a good girl,” you gasped, rubbing your ass against him as you begged for him to hit you again. “I just need you so bad, please.”

“You want me to hit you again?” Changbin snickered. “Okay, I can hit you again. Anything for my princess.”

He stepped away from you, leaving your skin cold. You missed his hulking presence warming you, his huge arms caging your body. 

You watched with wide eyes as he stepped back to his desk and picked something up. What was he doing? He couldn’t leave you hanging like this.

But when you saw what he had in his hand, you knew he very much was not leaving you hanging. He was just getting started.

“A ruler?” you said softly, staring at the wood strip in his hand. Your core pulsed at the sight, causing more arousal to slide down your thigh. Fuck, you wanted it.

“You said you wanted to get slapped, didn’t you, Princess?” he challenged.

You nodded, trying to hide your desire. If Changbin saw how much you needed this, he might deny you.

“Yes, Professor,” you responded, not moving from your position at the chalkboard.

“Good, Angel,” he approached you with a satisfied grin on his face. “So, are you ready for your test?”

“Test?!” you squeaked. You hadn’t expected that. You’d hoped he would just slap you with the ruler a few times, then fuck you silly.

“You’re going to have a math test in a few weeks, aren’t you?” He raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you want me to tutor you still?”

You nodded furiously. You would fail without him.

“Well, consider this our first session.” He came to stand behind you, running the ruler up and down your thigh a few times. 

You shivered despite yourself. You would do anything he wanted at this point.

“So, answer this problem, Princess. The axes of two right circular cylinders of radius A intersect at a right angle. Find the volume of the solid of intersection of the cylinders.”

You gasped at him, speechless. You had no idea what any of that meant. Solid of intersection? You were an English major, for god’s sake!

“I-I don’t know Professor!” you whispered, body quivering as you waited for his response.

Changbin tutted quietly, pacing back and forth behind you. You tried to watch him, but he kept going in and out of your line of sight.

“What a shame.” His voice was dangerously low. 

Suddenly, the ruler came slashing through the air, landing across the center of your ass. You let out a loud gasp, covering your mouth before you could curse or yell. 

“Chang- Professor, what the hell?” you exclaimed, whipping around to face him.

“Did that stir up any potential answers?” Changbin said smoothly, ignoring your protest. “Please turn back around, Angel. We're not done yet.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but you caught that steely look in his eyes, and obeyed. 

“Well?” he prompted. “Anything?”

“N-no, Professor,” you said meekly. “We haven’t learned anything half that difficult yet.”

This time, as the ruler made contact with your ass again, you were prepared. You bit your lip so hard it almost drew blood, but you had to admit, it felt… nice. The stinging sensation it left after the pain was gone was incredible. 

“Fine, if you can't come up with even a guess, how about this. What is the mathematical perception of the gradient said to be?”

You paused, thinking the question over. You knew Changbin had talked about this in a lesson at some point, but it had been a while ago…

“Is it tangent?” you said with a little smile. You knew the answer was wrong but… you also didn't mind.

“I’m sorry, Princess,” Changbin grinned, and the stinging pain of the ruler raced across your skin.

You let out a stifled moan, squeezing your eyes shut as hard as you could. Oh god, did Changbin hear that? He was going to think you were such a whore.

Changbin set the ruler down on his desk and slid a hand around your waist, breaths coming hard and fast against your neck. You whimpered softly, unable to look back at him. 

“I knew you liked that, you little Pain Slut,” he snarled into your ear, nipping the lobe. “You're my little Pain Slut, aren’t you?”

“Y-yes, only yours!” you exclaimed. “P-please Professor, fuck me again.”

“Mm, you're just insatiable aren’t you?” he snickered, his hand coming down onto your ass cheek, sharp and hard. “Now say thank you, Professor.”

You cried out, your core soaking wet. “Th-thank you Professor!” You forced out through the blinding pleasure.

His hand came down on your other cheek. “Again.”

“Thank you, Professor!” you moaned, turning your face to him and pressing your lips against his. 

He didn't pull away, as the hand he used to spank you wound around your leg, lifting it up so your body was still facing the chalkboard, but your lips were attached to his. 

“I’m gonna fuck you like this now, Angel, down and dirty. I’ll bet you like it like this, don't you? Seducing your poor professor, and letting him have his way with you in his classroom. That's exactly what you wanted, wasn't it?”

“No, I didn't mean to seduce you,” you mumbled against his mouth, as he positioned his hard, heavy cock outside your entrance. “You're just so hot and smart, and I wanted you so bad. But you kept rejecting me so I gave up, remember?”

“How do I know that little boyfriend wasn't just part of your plan to get me to change my mind?” Changbin challenged, finally breaking the kiss. 

“Well, if it was, it worked, didn't it?” You teased him. “Now are you going to fuck me or not?”

Changbin growled deep in his throat, thrusting his hips slowly against you, running his cock through your wet folds. “I’ll fuck you when I’m ready to fuck you, Princess. Not sure you deserve it, with all the stunts you’ve pulled. And you didn't even get that easy math problem right.”

You giggled softly. “If I get it right, will you fuck me properly? Nice and rough?”

He paused, like he was pondering the question. “Sure, Angel. What’s the right answer?”

You turned around, pressing your lips against his ear gently. You watched in satisfaction as he shivered. Thank god he was holding your leg up, or you would be numb by now. “It’s the slope,” you whispered to him, lips curling in a smile. You knew you were right.

“Mm, you knew the right answer the whole time, didnt you, Slut?” Changbin shook his head at you, a hungry glint in his eyes. “But you were a good girl, listening to your Professor so well. So I guess you get a reward.”

“Yes please, Professor.” You immediately started begging at the prospect of his cock inside of you. “Please fuck me now.”

“It takes a lot of self control to stay away from you,” Changbin groaned. “Self control that I clearly do not have.” 

This time, he thrusted into you nice and slow, one inch at a time. You gasped loudly as he shoved you up against the chalkboard, still holding your leg up, as he began pounding in and out of you mercilessly. 

“Fuck, this pussy was made for me, Angel,” he hissed into your hair, breathing deeply as he did so. “So tight and wet, squeezing me perfectly. You hear that? This pussy is all mine.”

“Yes, it’s all yours,” you wailed, fucking your hips back against his, forcing his cock to impale you to the hilt. “You feel so good inside of me, Professor.”

“Mm, hell yeah I do baby.” His huge arm wrapped all the way around your waist, trapping you entirely as he hammered in and out, the lewd sounds of his length thrusting turning you on even more.

“Fuck, Professor please touch me!” you begged, grabbing his arm that was holding your leg up and sliding it towards your clit. 

“You’re such a greedy little girl, aren’t you?” he sneered, pressing rough kisses up and down your collarbone, sucking harsh bruises along your soft skin. “I can’t deny you though, can I?”

His fingers slid over your sensitive nerves and rubbed in rushed, frantic circles as his hips pounded against yours, causing the entire chalkboard to shake and rattle. 

“O-oh yes Professor just like that,” you panted, your legs nearly failing as he turned your entire body to jelly. 

“Don't give up on me now, Princess,” Changbin warned as he spun you around and picked you up, not removing his cock from your throbbing pussy. “You don’t cum until I do, you hear?”

“Of course, Professor,” you whimpered helplessly, the new position hitting spots inside of you you hadn’t known even existed. “Please go harder!”

“Just for you, baby,” Changbin ground out, and he started bouncing you up and down on his huge length.

The vein on his cock slid against your nerves addictively as you wrapped your shaking legs around his waist, clinging to his beefy arms desperately. Your core throbbed as you tried to be a good girl and hold your orgasm back, but it was coming.

“Please Professor, let me cum!” you pleaded, pressing kisses up and down his huge pecs, sobbing into his chest. “I’m so close, I’ve been so good!”

Changbin grunted against you as he bullied his cock deeper and deeper into your cunt, hitting your g-spot over and over while you pleaded incoherently to please, please let you cum.

“Shit, okay, cum for me baby,” he hissed.

You didn't need to be asked twice. Your hips shook against him so violently you thought you were going to pass out. Stars blinked in and out of your vision as you cried, “Professor, please!” once, your pussy clenching around his cock like a vice, as he pounded his cock infinitely faster. His fingers pressed against your clit, and you were done for. You exploded around him in a puddle of whimpers and moans, clutching onto him for dear life.

“Holy shit baby, you’re so fucking hot,” Changbin panted, squeezing his eyes shut, his thrusts becoming more jerky and unstable. “I’m so fuckin’ close, Princess, gonna cum inside that slutty little pussy of yours, yeah?”

“Oh fuck, please give me your cum Professor!” you begged, moving your hips in time with his. “Want you to breed me like the good girl I am!”

“Fuck Angel, you really want it?” Changbin hissed, his hips stuttering as his lips smashed up against yours again. “You wanna feel my hot cum inside you?”

“Yes Professor, please, I need it,” you breathed against his mouth, biting his bottom lip and sucking it into your mouth. 

Changbin thrusted sloppily in and out a few more times, his breaths stilted and hoarse, before halting entirely inside of you. You felt his warm cum fill your pussy, ropes and ropes of hot, sticky liquid, and you let out a shaky moan, closing your eyes at the sensation.

As he was about to put you down and pull out, you shook your head, gripping his arms.

“P-please, stay inside.” Your legs tightened around his waist. His softening cock felt so good, keeping his warm cum inside you. You didn’t want him to let go, not yet.

“You like me cockwarming you, Princess?” Changbin’s cock stiffened at your actions, and you nodded.

“You feel so good inside of me,” you sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“I bet I do,” he said cockily, and you slapped his arm.

“Way to ruin the moment, Changbin,” you glared.

He laughed, finally letting go of you and setting you back on the ground. 

“I'm kidding, baby.” He pressed his lips against yours, much more tender this time. You melted against him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him close. 

“I like the confidence.” You giggled against his lips, before breaking apart. “I should probably go. I've got another class in an hour, and I don’t want to walk in looking like this.”

“I wouldn't want that either,” Changbin observed. “You might get dress-coded. Or arrested.”

When you were both dressed and semi-cleaned up, you waved goodbye to Changbin.

Changbin waved back, a little smirk on that handsome face of his. 

“So, we on for another study session tonight?”

You smirked, biting your bottom lip before replying: “Yes, Professor.”

laska's note — wow, this one shot took me forever to finally finish! but i wanted it to be perfect you y'all, so i spent a long time figuring out the plot and exactly how i wanted everything to go. i really hope you enjoyed it, because i'm kinda proud of how this turned out. i'm sorry for the slow ass updates, but again it's just supposed to be for fun! hopefully i'll get some more content out soon. leave any comments about what you liked, i love reading them! until next time... 😏💋

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~The Duchess' Thoughts and Drabbles Pt. 4~ Ft. Neuvillette

Thinking about Neuvillette slowly falling in love with a reader who owns a dessert shop. Mostly just ideas of Neuvillette falling in love with the reader's Raindrop Cakes, rather than them as a person lol

[Neuvillette x reader, Very little romance/slow-burn set-up, Gn! Reader, fluff]

Well, it had all started when one of the Melusines had come across your new, quaint little dessert shop that's just got up off the ground. The shop was tucked in a little corner, but at the time it was all you could afford to purchase for your bakery. Unfortunately for you, the awkward placement meant that there was not a lot of traffic coming through your doors, and it didn't matter how many sweets you baked with the windows wide open- the smells of the other bakery shops nearby greatly overpowered yours.

It was tough trying to get by everyday, but you always held your head up high for the next day. After all, it was your dream to open up a bakery in Fontaine, and after all the shit you had to go through to get this up and running, you weren't about to just kneel over and give up when things didn't go as you planned.

At the very least, you've now managed to secure a couple regular customers, who prefer the tiny and cozy atmosphere of your shop compared to the grand and extravagance of any of the other bakeries.

On this day, you were sitting at the register, focused on your little stack of baking books around you and writing things down in your notebook. There wasn't a single soul in your shop besides yourself. The Melusine could hear you muttering things under your breath about ideas for new recipes and baking methods, and you were brought out of your thoughts when you heard the bell of your door ring as the Melusine walked in.

"Good evening!" you jump up excitedly. This Melusine could possibly be your first customer of the day! "Let me know if there's anything that strikes your fancy. I also offer free samples if you're unsure!" Well, it's not like you really had a choice with the free samples... With how much you ended up baking, most of this stuff was probably going to have ended up in the bin anyway.

The Melusine nods her head and starts looking around, and you can tell that she's rather timid as she takes a look at the goods you have on display. Though, with how much your focus was directed specifically to her, you can see the sparkles in her eyes as she browsed. You offered a lot of classic Fontainian desserts, like croissants, tiramisu, lemon tarts, macarons, mousse, and the like, but a majority of your items were things the Melusine has never seen before. Swiss roll cake? Key Lime Pie? She's never even heard of these- but you're more than happy to offer her a taste of your hard work.

With every bite, the Melusine's eyes started shining brighter and brighter, and her timid personality started to give way to her curiosity about your work and how you create these sweet confections.

At some point, she stops in her tracks when she sees a dessert that looked rather....bland, in comparison to the others. It sat in its display case, delicate and untouched. The surface was smooth, and you could see right through it.

"Oh, this? This is called Raindrop Cake. Some of my customers prefer desserts that aren't too sweet, so I have this. It really just tastes like plain water, at least until you add some toppings to it. It's quite pretty, isn't it?"

"I'll take a box of those please!" the Melusine exclaims excitedly. It was the perfect dessert to offer as a gift for the Iudex.

"Of course! I appreciate your business! Come back next time!" And the Melusine happily leaves your establishment with a skip in her step while you're just happy that you managed to sell something today.

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Ever since then, Neuvillette has been asking for more of those Raindrop Cakes specifically from your shop. He's always much too busy to get them himself, so the Melusines are always happy to go grab some for him in his place. Every time they come back, the Melusines tell him all about the kind owner who works the entire shop single-handedly. They tell him about all of the amazing other sweets they've got for sale, too- some even offering him a piece of their cake for him to taste.

Of course, he's always happy to receive any gifts the Melusines offer him, but his favorite is always the Raindrop Cakes. Their delicate texture and subtle tastes always brings him to happiness. He can tell when you've used water from different places for the recipe. (His personal favorite is when you use water from Sumeru's waterfalls.) And at this point, it's become a part of his routine to enjoy some of your Raindrop Cakes while tasting water as part of his hobby.

Even Furina manages to hear about this new bakery and she demands Neuvillette to bring her some of their cakes, being a sweet connoisseur herself, she must find out what all of this fuss is about! So, for the first time, Neuvillette finally decides that it was time to visit this bakery personally.

You almost fall off your seat at the cash register when you see the Iudex of Fontaine walk in through your doors, with at least 3 different Melusines in tow excitedly. You recognize each of the Melusines- after all, most of your customers recently have been Melusines coming in to buy more Raindrop Cakes and a few other desserts for themselves.

"G-good evening, sir! How can I help you today?" you ask nervously. Neuvillette's eyes stare directly into yours, his face unmoving and stern.

"Are you the owner of this establishment?" he asks. You can do nothing but nod under his intense gaze. Did you do something wrong? Are you in some sort of trouble with the law? You're sure that can't be it, you've been doing everything correctly... Maybe there's some other law that you broke without realizing? Or maybe someone wants to charge you for murder!? You know that eating too many sweets isn't really good for your health, but it's not your fault if someone ate so many of your sweets that they died from it!! You're innocent!

"Could you please show me your Raindrop Cakes?" he asks politely, and you're knocked out of your thoughts at the unexpected question. So... you're not in trouble. That's good. You move to show him where you keep the Raindrop Cakes. Because you've had so many people (Melusines) ordering them, you expanded the space and you increased your variety of Raindrop Cakes.

Neuvillette's eyes widen when he sees how many you have in stock. Some of them appeared to have been drizzled with molasses, some with honey, some with caramel, and some with black sugar syrup. Some of them have graham crackers sprinkled on them, some with powdered cinnamon, and some with soybean powder. Some have sakura blooms inside them, some with cecilias, some with glaze lilies, some with kalpalata lotuses, and some with rainbow roses. Some of them have strawberries in them, some with blueberries, some with mint, and some with valberries. Not only that, but some of them are in different shapes too. Like, take a look at this one, it's shaped like a cat! Or an otter! How delightful. The point is, Neuvillette didn't realize there were so many different variations to his favorite dessert. And this isn't even going into the different water you used in each of them. The only way he'll know is if he tries it.

"I'll take your entire stock of these. And add in one of those Mille Crepe cakes as well, please. Lady Furina would also like to try some of your desserts."

"Huh?!"

"It appears I am woefully ignorant of the world of Raindrop Cakes, despite how many I've enjoyed until today. I look forward to trying out each and every single one of these," he explains with a subtle smile on his face. The Melusines behind him celebrate to each other- namely because they're happy that your ledger will not be in the red for today. With how often they've stopped by, they've become quite close to you, and they collectively have been praying that your business succeeds. But they're also happy that Neuvillette seems to have found another thing to enjoy besides his water tasting.

While they were celebrating to themselves, they noticed the dazed look on your face as you try to box up all of the Raindrop Cakes for Neuvillette, and their minds start delving into...creative territories.

"Do you see that? I think they might like Monsieur Neuvillette!" "Is it a crush?" "Could it be true love?" "Monsieur Neuvillette finally finding someone! How exciting!" "I'm sure they'd get along splendidly! They're so kind, it's hard not to love them!!"

The hushed whispers of the Melusines do not escape from Neuvillette's ears, but it appears you were too much in shock at the moment to hear. I mean, both the Iudex AND the Hydro Archon wants to try out YOUR desserts? You'll have to thank the Melusines later for their free advertising. (That is, if you aren't forcibly closed down due to Furina not liking your sweets...)

But after everything that he's heard about you from the Melusines, he supposes that officially getting to know a person like you wouldn't be too bad. Maybe he will prove them to be right after all.

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This was meant to be a lot shorter, and a little more romantic, but I'm happy with how it is now! But I just KNOW that Neuvillette would absolutely adore Raindrop Cakes since they're so simple and since they basically taste like water lol. I hope everyone enjoyed! <3

[sanest-bsd-delegate]

Hiiiii I love your stuff :3 could you write about ranpo and y/n eating snickers??? (The candy bar lol :D)

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Oneshot: A little scenario between our lovers Ranpo and Y/N Genre: Fluff, nothing particular A/N: this is such a cute idea, ty anon for requesting. →Masterlist

As the sun began to set, the sky was painted with a kaleidoscope of colors. The golden glow of the sun kissed the horizon, casting a warm and comforting light over the land. The clouds, a canvas of purples, pinks, and oranges, seemed to dance and swirl in the evening breeze. The world was still, as if holding its breath, in awe of the beauty before it.

It was yet another day for the great detective Ranpo Edogawa and Y/N L/N, as they returned from yet another case the agency gave them that day. Hand in hand, you both walked by numerous stores and shops, too obvious about the fact what Ranpo would say next.

All of a sudden Ranpo stopped at his trace, as you got held back by a little, when your eyes traced where his eyes went. Of course, a kid had to eat ice-cream and have the audiency to be rich and afford the premium flavors.

‘You gotta be kidding me’ you thought as you pulled Ranpo away from that spot and continue walking towards the agency. A sudden poke made you halt on the spot yet again, as you see Ranpo giving you pleading smile, his eyes closed as he took away his hand from yours, and when you hold his hat down with both of his hands.

“Ranpo! You need to stop eating so much sugar, its unhealthy besides, I really don’t have enough money to buy you those ice-cream, come on now we need to hurry to the agency and report the case” You said, as Ranpo went to hold your arm, stopping you from moving.

Sighing, you shook your head in disapproval, as Ranpo went to kiss your cheek, making you light blush on the spot, the sudden affection stunned you a little. But before you could recover from the sudden pda Ranpo gave, Ranpo went in to give you kisses all over your face, your forehead, lips, cheek and nose.

Now, was the time people started staring at the couple and you were too much dumbfolded to stop. A sudden bump in your leg, thanks to the kid who passed by you make you back to your senses, as you held ranpo’s head preventing him to give you more affection, that is in public at least.

Turning your head left and right, you find yourself seeing a small shop nearby, as you prayed to find something sweet in that shop.

“R-A-N-P-O” You called out, as Ranpo lift his head at you calling his name, his hands never leaving yours, “I will go buy us something, till then sit HERE”

You specifically had to pat the seat that was under the tree, making sure Ranpo was seated before you headed towards the small shop, looking for something sweet.

A while later you returned back with a packet full of small packed snickers, the chocolate was the closed to what Ranpo ate.

Ranpo looks at you as he jumped out of his seat in joy, running towards you, hugging you tight. “Okay Okay, now stop sulking here are the treats….you deserve” You said, as you handed the packet to ranpo, both of you yet again walking towards the agency.

“Y/NNNNN”

“Hum?” you responded as you say ranpo extending his hand to give you one piece of snickers, and all the annoyance you felt for your boyfriend at that moment vanished.

“Y/NNNN Eat with me!!”

You took the piece of snickers before unwrapping it, as you saw him do the same, before placing the chocolate mini bar in your mouth, the chocolate flavor, melting within.

Both of you, by the time you reached the agency had finished the whole packet of snickers, as you threw the packet throw the nearest bin, walking lazily as you held his hand again. Ranpo yet again haults you, this time your irritation taking over you, “What no-“

A sudden weight was placed on your head  making you confused a little, as your hands reached to touch the mass on your head, a Flower crown

“I love you”

With that, Ranpo skipped away from you, chasing after Atsushi, shouting at him to bring him snacks whereas for you, you held the flower crown in your hands smiling at that small gesture.

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A/N: had this in draft for long, Ill sleep for now.

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Can you write something about JJ and reader being on a date!!

JJ wanted this to be perfect, he'd spent all morning picking flowers and begging Ki to help him make a picnic, the blanket set out at the back of the chateau with some glasses and a cheap wine he could afford. Pushing his friends out as he expected Y/n back from work in an hour and he didn't want them to ruin the mood. John B and Pope mocking him as they made fake moans before being pulled along by their girlfriends as JJ rushed around, tripping over things as he made everything look good. Fussing over his clothes, he wanted to seem casual since he'd made it seem like a basic date, a first date after they'd gotten drunk and ended up waking up naked and confused about their friendship. He'd asked her so quickly he hadn't had a chance to think it through, he didn't want to have a one night stand with her, he wanted to call her his so he was relieved when she said yes.

"J?" Y/n's voice sounded through the house, her hands full of groceries she'd brought from work, left overs the cooks would bin but instead she knew John B and JJ would appreciate the free food. JJ coming out his make shift bedroom, a pair of trousers he only wore for work and a nice shirt that made Y/n's eyebrow raise with a grin.

"Well hello Mr Maybank, to what do i owe the pleasure of this?" JJ smiling as he looked at Y/n, her denim shorts and crop top making his eyes wander over her body before going back to her face as she blushed under his gaze. Placing down the groceries as she quickly shoved them in the fridge, JJ walking up to her as he pulled her towards the back of the house.

"I wanted to look nice for you, for our date. Got to try to impress my girl don't i?" Y/n's jaw dropping as she saw the picnic set up, a shy smile taking over as she looked towards JJ who was trying not to seem nervous but Y/n could tell how much effort he'd put into this. "This is amazing JJ, thank you. And your girl? I like the sound of that." JJ grinning as he held her hand pulling her towards the picnic, helping her to sit down and pouring her a glass of wine with tinted cheeks.

"Yeah? I'm glad because...i've wanted to do this for so long and i know we kind of skipped a few dates but i want to do this right, i want you to know i'm serious about you, about us." JJ taking a big gulp of the wine to calm his nerves as Y/n laughed leaning forward and kissing him, JJ reciprocating instantly trying not to get lost in the feeling and push her back onto the blanket. Pulling back and smiling as he showed her all the food he'd made, sandwiches, some fruit and he'd even managed to get some cookies for dessert. "JJ, you are the best and most caring person i know. I wouldn't have slept with you if i didn't want this to be more than a one night stand. You couldn't do anything wrong in my eyes." JJ grinning as he handed her a plate, Y/n smiling as she looked it over.

"This is so cute JJ, honestly are you trying to propose because this is husband material." JJ laughing as he took another drink, watching Y/n try the food before deciding she liked it and taking a bite himself. Shocked at how well he'd made it considering he would eat moldy food if it was handed to him, and Y/n was happy so he was basically on cloud 9.

"That's good to know for the future hopefully." Both of them laughing as they began talking about their day, Y/n shocked at how much JJ had put into the date, talking until the sun was gone and the other pogues were finally able to come back. Finding Y/n and JJ curled up on the hammock half asleep with smiles on their faces, Ki and Sarah grinning as they pushed the boys into the house not wanting to disrupt the couple.

[oculusxcaro]

"Oh shit." Khare said, immediately clapping a hand to her mouth as she hadn't meant to swear out loud. It just... kind of slipped out as words tend to do when you've been surprised, though she quickly regretted saying anything at all when the other person noticed they were no longer alone. Awkward since it was illegal to be trespassing out back, let alone caught rummaging through the diner's waste bins in search of old food... The waitress hestitated, fingers clutched tight around the relatively fresh(er) bag of leftovers waiting to join the other bags in the skip. It had been cold lately what with still being winter, and by cold it was fucking freezing, the sort of cold that made pickup difficult thanks to the icy roads and frigid winds that made it painful for people to be outside longer than a solid three seconds. Her attention soon jumped back onto the person, Khare lifting her hands up in a placative gesture. "Hey, I'm not going to tell you off or - or anything like that! Just... you want something a little uh, fresher? At Pauli's we doesn't believe anyone should starve regardless of who they are." Or what they couldn't afford.

[thessalian]

Thess vs Preparation

Why does preparation have to be so damn painful?

Groceries arrived, and it was ... a lot, but it was well-planned. I have emergency calories - raisins, peanuts, some yoghurt-coated raspberry things I like because they were on sale. I have tinned fruit because the fresh stuff goes off so fast - peaches because cheap own-brand, and fruit cocktail because, again, on sale. After much searching, I found some soups that aren't thickened with wheat flour, and got some of that for when I'm too tired and sore to even move and too ragged to have an appetite. Fixings for smoothies and some breakfast cereal, because maybe skipping breakfast is a bad idea. That shit is important.

I also have menu plans. I found a recipe for gluten-free cereal bars, so I'll be making those. There's some cooked chicken in the freezer that will go into risotto, and that'll last me quite awhile. I also have plans for chicken stew and beef stew. Well, the chicken stew can be immediate but the beef will have to wait a little because a substitution by the grocery store means I have less beef than I needed. But that's okay, because when I go out to get more, I can also get fresh green pepper and courgette for the bolognaise I'm planning. Basically this month is going to be a lot of batch cooking and a lot of stuff going in the freezer. With the way this month's been, having a variety of stuff I can just put in the microwave feels like a good idea. If it keeps getting hotter, I won't feel much like cooking.

However, all of this preparation? OW. Putting it away is one thing, but I also had to do a little bit of a clear-out of the cupboards. Because they're a bit high and fairly deep, I have a hard time reaching to the back of them, so there was some stuff that needed to be binned. But of course, since I do have a hard time reaching to the back of the cupboards, that was also made of ow. I already hurt when I got up today but now, just ... ugh. Still, everything's all set up tidily, and all I need to do is take the stuff that needed binning out to the trash. That's not going to be fun either, but the trash needs to not be in the house.

Preparation is also expensive - the sticker shock on the grocery bill, even when budgeted for, and even when it is an overall savings, is painful. But then again, everything is expensive. At least I can arrange the budget to do that and afford to replace my ancient Blu-Ray / DVD player, which I got second-hand from the parentals ages ago. The old one works, more or less, but makes wonky noises if I try to play Blu-Rays in it, and half the stuff I want to get (as I rebuild my video library because I no longer trust the streaming services) are more easily available on Blu-Ray. Thus, new player. And possibly a little left over to make a bit more of a dent in my Steam wish list, given the Steam summer sale. (Because I need more games, right? Yeesh. Someone needs to keep me away from the Steam Next Fest next year; giving me access to demos is bad for my bank balance.)

Not that there aren't reasons to be cheerful. The groceries? I will be making things with all that. Soup - as well as my usual potato soup, I will be attempting sweet potato soup, because I have become quite the fan of sweet potatoes lately, and soup is good to have around. The stew and bolognaise and risotto. Cereal bars. I might even attempt brownies. I do enjoy making things. As for the new Blu-Ray / DVD player ... well, for those times when sitting in the desk chair is unthinkable, at least I'll have entertainment.

So ... it's worth it. I just have to remind myself that it's worth it. Otherwise, all the pain and expense and everything just gets depressing, and I can't afford to be depressed on top of everything else.

On another note: Scarlet Hollow. Hoooooooooboy. Glad I sprang for that one, I have to say, but ... creepy. Which is good - I like creepy.

[macabremacabra]

Letz Organize!!11!!11!!

Hey bitches, first longgg blog post from us, we'll be doing these as often as possible and makes sense here on tumblr! All of these posts will be linked in our IG stories and posts to further detail what's occuring and to be occuring in more detail:)

We'll also share art and creations from any of our friends on tumblr, and those who aren't, with their blessing:3

You'll have seen on our IG posts that we're currently fund raising for yet again another skip to further clear space in the house. This is our absoloute main priority atm as the clutter makes the living situation very difficult indeed!

Further to this you may also have read that we have plans for our home to become a more open and usefuls space for other trans people. We want to make clear that we do not want to become an open door social centre, we're very much still a vulnerable group of homeless trannies trying to lie low enough (while still being loud enuf) to keep this decrepit roof over our fragile lil heads, so any activities or events in our home will b on our terms, and out of hours visits will be by appointment only and chargeable by the hour;p

We face some obsrtacles before being able to achieve what we're setting out to do with our home and we need help!

Our entire ground floor is in disrepair. The floor upon entry of the front door is completely fucked up, if you've been to our gaf you've probably had a few near misses with it's many gaping holes. This makes our home and space difficult or impossible to access for anyone with mobility impairments, and dangerous for everyone. If you can fix a floor, please get in touch. No one in the house drives, or has money for building supplies, making buying and transporting materials to fix the floor extremely difficult. If you cant fix a floor, but you can drive or help out with costs, , pls msg us!

We have two rooms currently unuseable, one full of old rubbish, with a caved in sealing, that with the roof removed and connected with our back garden could make a wonderful outdoor space for friends and friends 2 b of the house to enjoy in the nicer weather:)

Our other fucked up room, dubbed the "shit room" is a v big room, but its full floor to ceiling with furniture. We would love to arrange a day for anyone to come and pick what they like from the room. We'll keep everyone updated on when this will happen on our social channels, but in the meantime if you'd like to volunteer to help pick through and clear out the room let us know.

We also have a small yard between the caved in roof room and the shit room. It's also full of furniture. The back door is blocked as items were thrown in from above, so the only way in and out is from above, over the one storey extension at the rear, meaning most large objects, like bed frames, will have to be removed via that route. Depending on the resources we have and the help we can get, it might just be doable:)

We've had lots of talks in the house about what we would love to do with our space and how it could benefit the wider, and especially the homeless trans community.

We plan on actively sourcing injection supplies and provide them to whoever needs for no cost. We plan to focus on getting the common supplies used for injecting hrt but this will be a no questions asked system. We will tell you what we have and ANYONE can take some. We will not be able to take sharps back of you but will try have a supply of sharp bins. We also are thinking of setting it up in a way so it is completely anonymous too. You text ahead and we have it waiting at the door. Either way we know that are people out there struggling to get supplies and we wanna help.

One of the rooms we mentioned earlier in the post is planned to be a function room of sorts, providing a free venue for groups struggling to afford or secure for any other reasons, a venue for meetings or whatever else. Close friend of the house Xav will be hosting pole dancing classes here, hopefully within the coming few weeks!!! Very excited abt this. We've also thought about maybe a clothes library/xchange one night a week, tranny trad sessions, and most importantly more floor space for cans on the weekends:}

We're open to any proposals for uses of the space once we have it cleared out, so let us kno:)

Outside of the house, we're planning to organise a day for skating once a week, where anyone with a board can come and meet up and have a skate, more experienced skaters can share tips and help those of us trying to learn or imrprove. Message us and we'll make a groupchat soon on whatever platform is most convenient to organise:)

Thats all for now, this was hard to sit down and type and will probably be even hard to actually read so ty:3

[hireskipbinadelaide-blog]

Tips on Loading Your Skip Bin Smartly

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How to Load Your Skip Properly and Make the Most Out Of It Place Items Close To Where You Wish To Park Your Skip Bin

The first tip is that you should collect all the clutter and garbage and assemble it near the place where you wish to place your skip bin. Arranging this will make filling the skip bin hired by you easy, and you will also be able to pile the rubbish removal very neatly. Experts recommend doing this prior to ordering your skip bin as it will also give you an idea of the size of the skip bin that you should hire.

It is never a good idea to hurry and fill the skip bin as soon as possible. Experts recommend thinking about this before you hire skip bin Adelaide.

Never Overload At All

If you wish to load your skip bin, you should use the idea of placing flat items first. When you hire skip bin, choose flat items first and place them as carefully as possible. You should also dump things like wood planks, table tops or large boards as they go without leaving too much of your space.

Now it's time to put all the heavy items like an old television, chairs, refrigerators and so on. These things are not easy to place in the skip bin, and you might require a person to help you.

Once all the heavy items are placed, you can now move to the bag of rubbish, green waste and similar items to dump in the skip. You can pack them into the spaces that are left while making sure that no overloading is done.

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