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Underground Basement in New York Basement idea with a large, traditional fireplace, a gray floor, and a vinyl flooring that is buried underground.

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Home Bar - Living Room Example of a large minimalist open concept living room with a bar, white walls, and a traditional fireplace that has a light wood floor, brown floor, and exposed beams.

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Home Bar Los Angeles An illustration of a medium-sized modern single-wall wet bar design with a dark wood floor and flat panels, medium tone wood cabinets, marble countertops, a gray backsplash, and stone slab countertops.

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Enclosed Kitchen in New York

Inspiration for a mid-sized transitional l-shaped medium tone wood floor and brown floor enclosed kitchen remodel with an undermount sink, recessed-panel cabinets, blue cabinets, quartzite countertops, metallic backsplash, glass tile backsplash, stainless steel appliances, an island and multicolored countertops

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Wine Cellar in Detroit Inspiration for a mid-sized contemporary porcelain tile and beige floor wine cellar remodel

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Little Shop of Wonders

Kinktober Day 8 | Kun Masterlist | Member Masterlist

tags: sex pollen, free use, consensual free use, fuck toy, shower sex, lots of cum, facefucking, masturbation, bukkake, cunnilingus, blowjobs, slight exhibitionism, subspace

length: 5971

The bell over the door jingled as you pushed it open, stepping foot inside the shop. 

You’d never noticed this place before. An old shop with big glass window displays filled with plants and crystals, its heavy wooden door recessed from the street, an old brass lantern hung above the door offering only a small puddle of flickering light over the doormat. 

“Welcome,” the doormat had scrawled across it, “to the Little Shop of Wonders.”

You weren’t sure what to expect, but it was a cool, damp October night, and the shop looked like a dry place to wait for your boyfriend. 

Kun had an appreciation for magic. Usually, he favored card tricks, sleight of hand, but he’d shown you before that he was intrigued by more magical magic. He would like this place, too, so you texted him the address since he was already on the way to pick you up from work. 

From deep in the recesses of the store, you hear a woman’s voice call out, “Welcome! Have a look around, and I’ll be there to help you shortly!” 

The store is very old, if you had to guess. The floors are hardwood, bleached by ages of sunlight, dry and dusty with each step you take. The boards creak, and even when you pass over a thick rug, the floor groans beneath you, belching up dust. Dried flowers and herbs hang from the rafters. Strings of lights drape the edges of the room, occasionally cross-crossing the space in between. You spot more of those brass lanterns hanging at the ends of heavy wooden bookcases, the shelves of which are weighed down with heavy tomes and knick knacks that range from crystals and cute animal carvings to disturbingly realistic wooden figurines of people and a skull with a candle melted atop it. 

This place gives you the creeps while simultaneously pulling you in deeper. It feels like magic. It tingles over your skin, smelling sweet. 

You don’t know how long you’ve been walking around before you hear the door jingle in the distance. 

You bump into a viney potted plant on the floor, and a cat bolts out of the shadows, streaking through a gap in the shelves. You follow the cat, discovering that it’s leading you back into the center of the store from where you’d drifted to the back edges. You can see the front door, the misty blue twilight sky outside the front windows. 

Kun stands in the doorway, framed by that eerie light, though the light of the lantern glows on his face, radiant. 

“There you are,” he says with a grin, stepping inside the store fully. “What kind of place have you found?”

“Welcome to the Little Shop of Wonders,” says the same woman’s voice as before, although now it sounds as though she’s floating above you. 

You twist around, looking up at the ceiling, and you find her. She’s a wiry older woman, her curling gray hair tumbling around her shoulders, a long skirt and apron swishing around her legs as she very carefully balances and navigates her way across the beams. 

When you look back at Kun, he’s watching her with a bemused expression, which shifts to that of one impressed when the woman leaps down from the beam and lands lightly on her feet. 

She brushes her hands off on her apron, and looks at the pair of you with a wide, warm, inviting smile on her face. 

“It’s so nice to meet you.” Her hands go to her hips, and she looks the pair of you over, her gaze studying the way you gravitate towards each other. “What can I help you with?”

“Oh.” You and Kun glance at each other, and then you say, “We’re just looking around.”

The woman nods her head. “Of course! If you look long enough, whatever you’re meant to have in here will jump out at you.”

You take Kun’s hand, and for a little while you browse the shelves, occasionally coming across a cat or the witchy woman herself, humming as she passes through different areas of the shop. 

Finally, after you feel that you’ve spent nearly an hour together looking at the small oddities and interests in the store, you realize that it’s time you leave so you can get home. But Kun’s interested in the live plants the woman has sitting beside a window towards the back of the shop. He brushes his fingers along a blush pink leaf, lifts his fingers along the stem, and cups one of the curved bloodred petals.

“I’d be careful with that one, if I were you.” The woman appears suddenly at your elbow, nudging her way between you and Kun. She cups the plant’s pot in her hands, lifting it gently. “This one’s a powerful aphrodisiac. Quite a strong stimulant.” 

Kun peeks at you over her head. You stifle a giggle against your hand. 

“Doubt me if you like,” she warns, “But this plant’s pollen is known to cause intense arousal when ingested. Whether that means if the residue is on your skin, or if it’s contained within a bottle of honey.” 

Suddenly she’s lifting a hand, a small vial of glinting golden honey sits in her palm. 

“Are you saying that’s a bottle of sex honey?” You ask, trying to keep from laughing.

The woman’s mouth tightens. “Yes, dear. Essentially. A taste of this honey, and you and your boy would be bound to fall into bed together. THat’s why I have it labeled for sale over in the love and sex section of the shop. Now, if you ingest the pollen directly, say if he were to lick his fingers now after having touched the plant, the effects would be much stronger. Arousal lasting days, possibly.”

Again, Kun catches your eye over the woman’s head, and you watch your boyfriend daringly lift his hand to his lips, and he pops his index and middle finger both into his mouth.

“Oh, darling….” The witchy woman shakes her head while looking at Kun. She quickly sits the plant back down among the others, and she waves her hand towards the front door of the shop. “You should leave now. Good luck. And you, my dear,” she says with a look in your direction, “You may want to purchase a bottle of the honey, just so you can keep up with him.”

“I think we’ll be fine, but thank you.” You wrap your arm around Kun’s and walk towards the door with him, calling over your shoulder to her, “Maybe if this goes as well as you’re promising, we’ll be back for some of that sex honey.”

You swear that instead of swinging gently shut as it had when you opened it, the door slams behind you as you and Kun step out onto the sidewalk outside the Little Shop of Wonders.

“Come on.” Kun slides his hand down into yours, leading you away to where his car is parked. “Let’s get home.”

On the ride home, you both laugh about the woman’s warnings. It just sounds so silly, the things she was saying. Kun keeps sucking on his fingers, saying that he’s still waiting for it to kick in like she promised, that from the sound of it, he’ll need to fuck you as soon as you get home, but it must be slow acting. “I’m not even a little bit hard, yet. Maybe her plant isn’t working right. Not that I need the help, but she’s made it sound like one taste of the pollen and I’m going to be rock hard for days.”

You laugh, tipping your head against the seat to watch as Kun flicks his tongue between the V of his index and middle finger. “Kun, I promise, if you’re rock hard for days, if this pollen truly works as well as she’s said, you can fuck me however, wherever, as often as you want.”

“I have free use of you?” Kun’s teasing, looking over at you as he rolls the car to a stop at a light. “You’d be my little fuck toy?”

“Anything for you, Kun.” You’re playing, but some part of you is actually serious. You love Kun. Since you started dating him, you’ve wanted him a ridiculous amount. It’s only because you can’t constantly be on his dick that you haven’t let on to him how horny you frequently are. You’ve tried to tone it down, but honestly, giving him free use to fuck you however and wherever and whenever he likes is exactly what you’ve needed all this time.

If only the ridiculous notion of sex pollen was real and not just the imaginary creation of some batty woman in a mysterious shop.

When you get home, you hop in the shower while Kun starts to prepare dinner.

You’ve been in there for only about five minutes, when the door to the bathroom opens. You pull the shower curtain back a bit, peeking out into the steamy bathroom. Kun’s right there, already climbing into the shower, yanking the curtain back shut behind him as he backs you towards the wall. 

“What’s this?” You giggle, reaching for his arm. “Did the pollen kick in or something?”

“Yeah,” Kun murmurs, and then his lips are on yours, his hands on your hips. 

You can’t believe he’s really going along with this, playing into it just to have shower sex. You let him spin you around so your chest and cheek are against the wall. Kun pulls one of your arms behind your back, the other you lift above your head to brace yourself a bit. 

“Any time, anywhere, that’s what you said right?” Kun confirms as he grinds forward against your ass. 

“Mhmm,” you moan, rolling your hips back to meet his movements. “Yes, Kun.”

His mouth moves fiery hot over your bare shoulder, his skin hot against yours everywhere he touches. “Perfect.”

And then he’s thrusting forward, driving his cock between your legs, rutting forward again and again until his cock slides inside you.

With no prep, it burns a little, but you like it. You like when Kun gets a little rough from time to time. Like right now, when he just starts plunging into you with these big thrusts, clearly just chasing his own orgasm. His hand holds yours against your lower back.The shower spraying down on you both has your skin all slippery, your bound hands sliding with each of Kun’s powerful thrusts. 

Your moans echo around the bathroom, and Kun’s breaths come hard and fast against your ear. 

Kun presses up against your back, pinning you between him and the wall, his weight bearing down on you as he fucks into you. Each press of his cock inside you, each catch of his breath against your ear, the heat in your belly stirs a little more. But it doesn’t stir as quickly as Kun, he cums with his mouth against your throat, his body flush against yours. 

One of his hands slides around down your belly, down between your legs, fingers against your clit as he thrusts several more times. Kun fucks his cum deeper inside you, gliding against your G spot while stimulating your clit, and you fall apart in his arms, feeling like you’re dissolving into sweet bliss as he keeps rocking his hips forward and tracing his fingers over your sensitive clit.

He keeps going until you’re whining, until he’s spilling inside you again.

Your legs shake as you actually put them into use again. Kun steps back, leaving you empty and on your own two feet. He rinses off quickly, running a hand down his body, over his cock. You twist around to watch him, biting your lip as you watch his hand run along his cock.

“Keep looking at me like that, babe, and I’m going to have to feed you something other than the dinner I started.” He leans in quickly, dropping a kiss to your lips, and then he steps out of the shower, calling back to you, “Shower quickly, dinner should be ready in a few minutes.”

You finish your shower, dry off, dress in a camisole and cotton shorts, then you head to the kitchen.

Kun’s standing at the counter, chopping a few toppings for the stew he’s made. You walk up behind him, wrap your arms around him and lay your head against his bare shoulder. He’s only wearing sweatpants that hang low on his hips. You run your hand over his bare belly, up his chest, and back down to the edge of his sweatpants. 

Kun sits the knife aside. 

You turn your head, brushing your lips over his warm skin. Kun lets out a shaky breath. You let your pinky finger tuck beneath the edge of his sweatpants.

“It smells good,” you tell him. “I’m ready to eat.”

Kun’s hand trembles as he picks up the knife again, and you rest your cheek against his shoulder, watching as he tries to chop up the last few ingredients. And then you notice.

He’s really so warm, his skin flaming hot beneath your cheek.

“Kun?” You take a step to the side, peering at his face, lifting a hand to his cheek. “Are you sick? You feel feverish.”

His eyes are dark when he looks at you. His pupils are blown wide, and he nearly moans at the cool press of your fingers against his warm cheek. “I’m not sick. I feel fine, except I don’t think that lady was lying about the pollen. I’m still so hard, babe, it hasn’t gone down at all.” 

You look down to his sweatpants, at his cock that’s still ragingly hard, tenting the front of his pants.

Your mouth fills with saliva, and you lift your gaze back up to meet your boyfriend’s. You swallow to keep yourself from drooling when you say, “I meant what I said in the car, Kun. However, wherever, as often as you like. I can take it. Use me as your fucktoy.”

“Fuck.” Kun sits the knife aside again, and he reaches for you, twisting his fingers in your hair, and he forces you to your knees. 

Your mouth drops open as Kun uses his free hand to push his sweatpants down. His hard, heavy cock springs free, already wet at the tip, leaking a crystalline thread of precum. You don’t need Kun’s hand in your hair to guide you; you dive forward, catching the falling bead on your tongue and following it up to the source, sucking Kun’s cockhead in. 

That’s when he takes over, hand pressing against the back of your head, forcing you deeper on his cock. His hips jerk forward at the same time, triggering your gag reflex as he hits the back of your throat. Not that that stops him, if anything it encourages him to go harder, faster, and you take it all, hungry for his cock shoved down your throat even as your eyes begin to water, as your jaw and throat ache from the repeated pressure. You slurp around him as he starts to drag your mouth off of his cock. His fingers tight in your hair, Kun allows you a brief breath before he’s fucking back into your mouth.

You’re drooling all over his cock as Kun holds the back of your head, fucking his cock into the deep warmth of your throat. And when he cums, he just keeps going, filling your mouth and shooting down the back of your throat, it leaks from the corners of your lips, and you think you’re going crazy because you want more.

Kun drags you off his cock by your hair.

Spit and cum and tears streak your face, dripping from your chin as you look up at Kun. 

He releases his hold on your hair to run his thumb under your bottom lip. “You’re so beautiful, babe. Get up, here you go.” Kun offers you his hand, and you slide your palm against his as he pulls you up to your feet. “Good girl, now sit down. It’s time for dinner.”

You obediently sit at the table, still a little fucked-dumb, still dripping his cum even when Kun serves you a bowl of the stew he made. It smells heavenly, rich with spices, and you dig in, the flavors of it only made better with the added flavor of Kun’s cum lingering on your tongue.

Kun pretty much inhales his helping of the stew, and he doesn’t even wait for you to finish eating before he’s walking over to you. You’re quite hungry, so you don’t want him to pull you away from the meal, even though you can see his cock still bulging his sweatpants, staining them with a spot of precum. 

“Keep eating, babe,” Kun tells you, reaching out to stroke your hair. “You need to eat to keep up your strength. If what the lady said is true, I’m probably gonna be like this for a few days.” 

You think back to him sucking the pollen residue off his fingers, licking his hands clean. Who knows how much he ingested?

You eat a spoonful of stew, eyeing his erection out of the corner of your eye. Is he just going to stand there and not take care of it? You look up at Kun, and it’s a horny little demon inside you that speaks with your voice, saying, “You don’t have to wait for me to finish eating, Kun. Until this wears off, I’m yours to do what you want with me.”

His cock twitches in his pants. Kun groans.

“Do you mean that, though? Really?” 

You nod. “Anything you want. Within reason. No bringing anyone else into this–”

“I don’t want to share you!” Kun interjects.

You continue, “Nothing that we haven’t talked about before.”

Kun smirks at that. “Well, that pretty much leaves everything on the table, then doesn’t it?” He strokes your hair again. “All I want right now is to cover you in my cum, babe, head to toe. I want to fuck you in every room in this house, fuck you until we both pass out. I want to treat you like my doll.”

You turn back to your bowl of stew. You shrug, “Then do it, Kun.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you see him draw his cock out of his pants. You watch him start stroking his cock, but you focus on eating your stew, blowing on it to cool it off, taking your time to lick the spoon clean after each bite. You eat the stew like your pussy isn’t throbbing with arousal watching Kun jerk off inches away from your face. 

He cums again when you’ve got your spoon halfway to your mouth. Kun’s cum streaks over your cheek, landing in your hair, across your lips, some of it hits your spoon and your hand. You eat that spoonful too, enjoying the extra salty addition of his cum to it. Kun keeps stroking his length, a few last spurts striping your cheek as you reach for the bowl. You lift it to your lips, quickly draining what little is left because as soon as it’s gone, as soon as you’ve sat the bowl down, Kun is pulling you to your feet.

When he moves you so your ass is on the edge of the table, you expect Kun to push your shorts to the side and slide his cock right inside you.

You don’t expect Kun to sink to his knees, for him to tear your shorts down around your ankles, and bury his face between your thighs. He spreads your legs with a hand on each thigh, massaging them as he licks at your pussy, as he fucks his tongue into you, as he sucks at your clit and licks up your wetness as you’re drenching his tongue, writhing against his face, needing more and more.

Kun moans loudly, eating you out in the most noisy manner he ever has. 

You cum on his tongue, hands knotted in his hair as you ride it out, grinding against Kun’s face.

“If this is what we have in store,” you gasp as Kun licks a strip up your pussy one more time, “I think I could get used to this. You’ve never given better head, honestly. I need you to be this horny all the time if it means I get eaten out like that.”

Kun scatters kisses over your thighs. “We’re just getting started, babe.” 

- - -

For the rest of the night, Kun has you sit on his lap, cockwarming him while you watch a movie together. 

Kun’s hands are constantly moving – stroking along your thighs, dipping to touch your clit while forcing you to sit still on him; he pulls the neckline of your camisole down to expose your tits, and he teases your nipples until you’re whimpering and fighting the urge to fuck yourself on his cock. But as soon as you get desperate enough to beg for it, Kun stops.

He’ll have you sit up, kneeling above his lap with just the head of his cock still buried in your pussy as he jerks off, cumming inside you so he can watch it drip back out of your pussy. Instead of letting you cum, when you’re teetering on the edge, he’ll have you kneel on the floor, cockwarm him with your mouth instead so he can cum across your tongue and cheeks again, adding even more to the mess he’d made at dinner. He edges you again, and then he fucks your tits, cumming across them then taking his time afterwards to clean it up with his tongue, feeding it back to you and watching you swallow everything before he returns his tongue to your nipples, flicking his tongue over the hardened buds until you’re rocking your hips up off the sofa restlessly.

Kun cums more times than you can keep track of, and you take all of the cum he gives you, hungrily sucking his cock, feeling him fill your pussy, spreading his cum across your tits with your fingers, moaning as he shoots his load across your back while he’s got his fingers inside you.

Kun edges you through it all until finally your body can’t take anymore, and you cum around him while Kun’s got you riding him. He’s hugging you to his chest, his mouth locked with yours, and he is once again spilling into you when your orgasm finally explodes through you.

You don’t remember him carrying you to the bathroom, don’t remember Kun rinsing off with you in the shower, or when he carries you to bed. You remember only a brief glimpse of his cock finally going soft when he settles into bed beside you.

And you think that’s it. 

The sex pollen ran its course.

You’re a little bit disappointed at that thought, truly. When you wake in the morning to pale sunlight, you check on your sleeping boyfriend, and Kun is all spread out beside you. He’s kicked away the sheets in his sleep, and although he still feels warm to the touch, his cock is soft against his thigh. 

You know maybe you should feel like you had enough yesterday. The never-ending edging paired with the amount of fucking you and excessive cumming Kun had done should have satisfied you. But you were having fun. You liked Kun treating you like a cumdump.

Maybe you should go back to the Little Shop of Wonders, ask the witch for that vial of honey or maybe purchase the whole sex pollen plant.

You crawl quietly out of bed, pull on a shirt of Kun’s, and you tiptoe to the kitchen to deal with the mess from last night. Neither of you had bothered with the dishes from the stew, which are still spread out on the table. You get to work cleaning, tidying things and doing the dishes. 

It’s probably for the best that Kun’s already gotten over the effects of the sex pollen, you think as you finish the dishes from last night and start making breakfast instead. Kun is supposed to work today. He’s got a deadline coming up, so he needs to get in the studio today, and he’d been complaining to you yesterday morning about a meeting he has this morning. He’s got things to do, people to see, he can’t call in sick today because he’s too busy dealing with a sex pollen crisis, though at least the people he’s working with and having meetings with are some of his closest friends; they just might understand the situation.

“Good morning,” Kun says suddenly behind you, startling you a bit, but before you can turn to him, his arms are around you, and his hard cock is against your ass. “I guess this isn’t over yet, babe.” He kisses your cheek. “I thought when I fell asleep that it must be. I’d gone soft, but I just woke up hard as I ever was yesterday.”

He thrusts against your ass. 

“So I’m gonna fuck you, babe. But you keep doing what you’re doing, hm?” Kun pushes up the back of the shirt you’re wearing, revealing your ass to him. “God, you’re truly unbelievable, you know that? So fucking pretty, my babe.” And then he’s pressing in, cock pushing inside your pussy. 

You brace your arms against the countertop, and you try to keep finishing the breakfast prep you’d been doing before Kun came in. The way that he’s fucking you makes that a little more difficult, but you try, and Kun seems to like that. 

“Yes, babe, look at you. You’re taking it so well, letting me use you like this.” His cock twitches inside you. 

It’s not easy, that’s for sure.

Your focus starts to slip when Kun pulls your hips back, angling you just right so each of his thrusts is nailing against your G spot. He’s moaning behind you, praising how sweet and tight and warm you feel around his cock. Your pussy just keeps growing wetter and wetter as he reaches up beneath your shirt to grope at your tits, as you try to keep on task even as Kun’s fucking you into delirium.

Kun cums, flooding your pussy, pressing in deep a few more times. 

He steps back, and although you try to keep tight, to keep his cum in, you can feel some of it dripping out, sliding down your thigh, dropping to the floor.

Kun pats your ass, then pulls the shirt back down. 

“Good girl.” He kisses your cheek again. 

He sits down at the table, and a few moments later, the breakfast you were making is ready, so he pulls you into his lap to dine together. 

“Kun,” you say after a while, “Don’t you have to go to the studio today? Don’t you have a meeting too?”

His erection is digging into your thigh, unable to be ignored. 

“I do, and I was actually thinking about that.” He brushes his lips over your neck. “What if you come with me? This reaction isn’t going away, so I’m going to need to cum regardless of whether you’re there or not. So I could jerk off every five minutes, or you could come along and we’ll both get something out of it. What do you say?”

Twenty minutes later, you’re in the car with Kun. He’s flying down the streets. 

Even though his eyes are focused on the road, his driving is worse than usual, though that almost certainly has to do with the fact that as soon as he’d pulled onto the road, he’d tangled his fingers in your hair and urged your mouth down into his lap. 

You eagerly sucked at Kun’s cock, stroking him with both hands, leaving kisses along his length, drooling over the tip, choking yourself on him. Kun lays his hand on the back of your head, directing you when he really feels like he needs to. As you draw closer to the studio where Kun works as a producer, he starts taking over, pushing you down around his cock, his hips rising off the seat to drive himself deeper down your throat. 

He cums right as he’s pulling into the parking garage of the studio. You clean him up as he navigates to a parking spot, and you wait patiently in the passenger seat as Kun gets out. He comes around to your side, opening the door and taking your hand like a gentleman, and he pulls you into a kiss as soon as you’re both standing outside the car.

He takes you into his studio, sitting you in his lap while he starts working, though that only works for so long. Soon he’s getting distracted by the pressing need he keeps grinding against your ass, so he has you slide to your knees beneath the mixing board. You pull up the sweater you wore, and Kun has you push your tits together around his cock, and he fucks between the softness of them, cumming across your tits and then immediately dragging your mouth around his cock. 

You’re still kneeling there beneath the mixing board with your mouth full of his cock when his friend, who is also the artist he’s recording today, walks in. YangYang either doesn’t notice you down there or chooses not to say anything. You obediently keep your mouth around Kun, suckling and shifting on your knees. 

YangYang chats with Kun for just a couple minutes, and then he heads into the recording booth. 

Kun drags you off his cock, and you look up at him. “Babe, I really need to focus on this recording session, okay? So I’m gonna need you to take everything I give you, no whining or touching yourself, okay?”

You nod, sticking your tongue out, offering your mouth up to Kun again.

“Good girl.” Kun pushes you back down around his cock. You hear him press a button above your head, and then he says, “Alright, YangYang, go ahead.”

You bob your head on Kun’s cock, working your hardest to get him to cum for you, knowing that if he doesn’t cum, Kun’s going to be distracted. All you have to do is keep him satisfied, and then he’ll be focused. 

He cums within minutes, but you keep going, and Kun tightens his fingers in your hair. You bring your hands up to his cock too, stroking him into your mouth, letting some of his cum and your spit slide down to lube the way. You’re making a mess of him; his cum leaking out of your mouth is pooling on the front of his pants, but you can’t help it. You’re swallowing around him, swallowing the first load of cum, but before long he’s cumming again, letting out a grunt as you choke around his cock.

“Dude, you good?” YangYang asks from inside the booth. 

“Fine. Try that verse again.”

Kun’s hand weighs down against the back of your head, pushing you all the way down around his cock, and you close your eyes, letting him do it. You sink into some kind of state where you’re not asleep, but you’re not fully conscious either. All you know is the weight of Kun’s cock on your tongue, the taste of his cum, the smell of him as your nose is buried at the base of his cock. You can hear his voice, but he could be talking to you or a whole crowd of people, and you wouldn’t know the difference.

Eventually, Kun lets you up again, tugging lightly on your hair.

You gag as you’re pulled off of him, coughing and gasping for breath. Kun’s cum drips from your lips and chin.

“Are you okay?” Kun asks when he takes one look at the dazed expression on your face. “Babe, are you good to continue.”

You nod, feeling your lips form a loose smile. 

Kun brings his hand up, wiping at your cheeks and chin and lips. His fingers are gentle beneath your chin as he brings you forward into a kiss. His lips leave yours, brushing over your forehead. 

“We’re done with this for now.” He helps you the rest of the way to your feet. “You’re too far gone, you can’t even speak to me right now. If you could see the look on your face right now, my love, you would understand. Don’t pout.” You didn’t realize you were until Kun said that, and you try to tame your expression. He smiles, leading you over to the sofa along the back wall. “Take a nap. You’re amazing, and I love you, and once this all wears off, I owe you something huge.”

You hum, sinking down onto the sofa, laying your head down, and immediately you can feel a tired pull. 

Kun strokes his hand over your head, kisses your forehead one more time, and you’re asleep before he walks away. 

- - -

You sleep it off there on the sofa, waking hours later to go home with Kun. 

He fucks you senseless a few more times that night at home, and when you wake the next morning you stay in bed with him, waiting for him to wake, waiting for him to need to fuck you again, to let you suck his cock again even though you’re pretty sure at this point, your throat is permanently molded to the shape of Kun’s cock.

But when he wakes, Kun just pulls you against his chest. His cock doesn’t grow hard. He just sighs and holds you close, and you’re actually perfectly content with that change of pace too.

But a few days later, as you’re heading home from work, you get the thought into your head to return to the Little Shop of Wonders, to see if that witchy woman will sell you a vial of that sex honey. 

The pollen had been a lot. Your body is still aching days later, and Kun swears his balls are sore from how much he came in such a short span of time. But you’ve both agreed that maybe the honey would be nice to have – a less intense version of that that lasts only a few hours wouldn’t be bad to experience from time to time.

You walk down the side street you’d passed down just a few days ago, and you search the shopfronts for the window displays filled with crystals and viney plants, for the recessed doorway with the brass lantern and the ancient-looking wooden door. 

But you pass up and down that street three times, checking each shop before you finally give up. It’s not here. It’s as if the Little Shop of Wonders was never here at all, but you know you couldn’t have imagined it.

Weeks pass, you forget about it, too swept up in the holiday season closing in around you. Christmas is just days away, winter staking her claim over the city with a snowstorm blowing in this afternoon, ruining your plans to go shopping for Kun a Christmas present and a birthday present, since that’s a week later.

You’re hurrying home from work, bundled up against the chill, thinking about what you can get Kun that he’ll truly appreciate.

And then, from the corner of your eye through the swirling snow, you see a gleam of bronze. You turn your head. 

A brass lamp.

A wooden door.

Large plate glass windows frosted over, but not entirely concealing the displays of crystals and books and a wreath of candles and symbols. 

A new wooden sign creaks above the door, blowing back and forth in the wind. 

The Little Shop of Wonders sits waiting, promising the perfect present for Kun.   

a/n: I could've gone on and on with this one honestly! I was going to write a few more scenes, but it's getting late and I really need to post this.

I hope you enjoyed! Reblogs are deserving of my eternal gratitude, likes are greatly appreciated, and your thoughts and comments are always welcome !

[pearlyslopes]

exe. 1. draft 1 The Fragrance of the Future.

The city hums outside my window—drones zipping through the morning sky, holographic advertisements flickering above old streets. Somewhere down the road, the Ganga flows, though it’s quieter now, the riverbanks reshaped into seamless terraces of glass and stone. Varanasi has changed, but not as much as you’d think. The prayers still rise every morning—only now, they float on mist instead of smoke.

I kneel by the small home altar in the corner of my solar-paneled apartment. It’s a minimalist setup: brass idols resting on transparent shelves, surrounded by floating lamps that glow with soft amber light. At the center sits Agarra, its smooth metallic surface catching the morning light.

"Activate Sandalwood," I say softly, and with a quiet whirr, the device awakens. A holographic flame flickers to life above the altar as Agarra exhales a fine mist into the room. The scent spreads gently, like a whispered prayer—so familiar it tugs at my heart, even though the world that once burned sandalwood sticks is long gone.

I close my eyes and inhale deeply. As I breathe in, the fragrance shifts—floral notes weaving through the sandalwood, subtle but precise, as if the device senses the tension coiled inside me. I find myself wondering: Is it faith that brings comfort, or just my voice?

The app on my tablet pings with today’s suggested combination: jasmine for joy, sandalwood for focus. Each cartridge is biodegradable, infused with what they call "temple-blessed nanomaterials". I like to think that somehow, the prayers are carried in the mist now, filling the same air that drifts through this apartment and the streets beyond.

When I visit the temple downtown, the rituals are as mesmerizing as I imagine they were in the past. The walls are lined with Agarra stations, each releasing gentle waves of mist timed perfectly with the hymns. The chants float above the crowd, shimmering light and sound blending with the fragrance to create a synesthetic prayer.

The worshippers move slowly, hands folded, heads bowed, just like they always have. Some embrace this fusion of tradition and tech; others say the sacred has been reduced to circuits and algorithms. I don’t think it’s better or worse. It’s just... different. We’ve traded matches for voice commands, smoke for mist. But the soul of the ritual? That’s still the same.

The sandalwood lingers in the air, and for a moment, everything feels... still. Whole. Faith finds a way—whether carried by smoke, or mist, or something we haven’t imagined yet.

[sleepysak]

The Bingo Boys* of 2X80- the futuristic D&D and homebrew mashup of a world @samusthedude is DMing!

From left-to-right and top-to-bottom

Daniel's (no tumblr) Stone the Genasi (aka Jasper aka The Rock Dwayne Johnson)

@quaxorascal's Jax the Dwarf (aka Centurion aka "fucking CHUCK?")

My Pétra the Dwarf (aka [REDACTED] aka The Worst Warlock)

@subcorax's Vivian the Half-Elf (aka "oh good he's seventeen")

*(gender-neutral) Descriptions under cut! (Thank you iz!!)

[ID: four full-colour digital portraits of D&D characters, drawn in a style that is evocative of paintings. The first portrait is of Jasper Stone, an earth genasi man. Stone stands in front of a chain link fence at night, looking forebodingly at the viewer. He is wearing a dark grey jacket that covers his entire upper body, with a black hood over his head and a dark grey respirator mask over his mouth and nose. An automatic rifle is held to his back with a black cross-body strap. His short-cropped hair is black, and what little skin is visible is grey and subtly cracked like stone. His eyes are brown, including the sclera. A yellow-toned spotlight shines above Stone, illuminating him and the dust that floats around him.

The second portrait is of Jax, a dwarf man. Jax leans one arm against a wooden bar. The wall behind him has bottles and barrels of various alcohols on shelves. Jax is has brown hair with an undercut and a bun, light skin, bushy eyebrows, hazel eyes, slightly pointed ears, and a full beard, with a braid starting from his cheek and the whole beard bound together with two brass-coloured metal bands. He has lots of dark hair elsewhere on his body as well. He is wearing a black shirt under a blue flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up, with the front of his shirts tucked into black denim pants; he is also wearing a dangly brass earring, as well as subtle blue eyeliner and black nail polish. Jax is cleaning a beer glass in his hands with a cloth, his chin raised to listen and watch around him.

The third portrait is of Pétra Carpenter, another dwarf. They have their arms folded on a table; the angle of the drawing is as if the viewer were sitting at the table next to them, and they are looking toward the viewer. They have long dark brown wavy hair worn loose down their back, bushy eyebrows, brown eyes, a round nose, slightly pointed ears, and a short beard. They also have dark body hair on their arms. They are wearing a black denim jacket with the sleeves ripped off, over an old white t-shirt, and fingerless gloves; they are also wearing a black stud earring and a grey trucker hat with text on the front that reads: "in dog years, I'm dead". Pétra grins at the viewer and flashes a peace sign over the bicep of their other arm. Warm light filters into the room from over their shoulder; meanwhile, a shadow in the rough shape of a person looms behind them where the light doesn't reach

The fourth and final portrait is of Vivian Renée, a skinny half-elf teenage boy. He is standing in front of a convenience store at night; a neon sign in the window says "open". He has unevenly-cut straight brown hair with a stark white streak, brown skin, thick eyebrows, green eyes, a long and straight nose, and pointy ears. He is wearing a white cropped jacket with orange trim and rolled-up sleeves, over a black 100 Gecs t-shirt. He is holding his phone close to his face with both hands, and looking at the viewer with an annoyed expression. /end ID]

[pomengrenan]

Chapter V- Riskometer

Logline: In Thear, a world where Haven and Nevah are divided by walls and rules, an unsatisfied Havenian escapes Haven in search of freedom and purpose, defying his predetermined destiny with a Riskometer that measures danger alongside the Aptem which is a pocket watch. Alongside a trio of unlikely companions, he begins to be set on nightly quests to eliminate all risks, challenging societal norms and pushing the boundaries, in which Havenian governors and Nevanese tribes go against.

Will Ridge Kindler's defiance against his destiny and his Riskometer to eliminate all risks lead to his goal of achieving status as a unifiying

"Innovative Havenian Hero", or will he unleash untold danger that will threaten all of Thear?

"Polo, can I come in?" Ridge called through the door.

   "Of course you can! It's 'may I,' big time." A laugh followed the correction, light and easy. "Nah, nah, I'm no stickler for those things. Come on in, dude."

   Ridge pushed open the door—an odd design requiring a pull from the outside—and stepped into the recreation room. The space radiated warmth, furnished in dark wood with brass accents that gleamed softly under the glow of Edison bulbs encased in intricate fixtures. Their amber light bathed the room, which boasted antique clocks, leather armchairs, and tables with scattered playing cards. Cogs and mechanical curios dotted the shelves alongside foosball and ping-pong tables, dartboards, and board games. Exercise equipment—treadmills, bikes, and dumbbells—occupied one corner, contrasting with the indulgent leisure decor. Cabinets stored games, supplies, snacks, and refreshments, while video game consoles floated midair, suspended by drones that emitted soft whirring and gentle puffs of steam.

   Sonorous music drifted from a green jukebox tucked against the wall, blending seamlessly with the room's lively ambiance. At its heart stood a grand pool table, its leather-lined rails and brass fittings exuding opulence. Pool balls, chalk, a rack, and—curiously—a bag of chips sat upon it.

   A man lingered by the table, his lanky frame wrapped in casual elegance. Black, slightly messy curls framed his face, with a prominent strand cascading down the middle of his forehead. The rest gathered in a high ponytail, though stray locks brushed his upper back. He wore rectangular glasses over brown eyes that gleamed with mischief, a second layer of clear eyewear resting over them, cushioned by blue earpieces. Crumbs clung to his lips and the gloved fingertips of his black gloves. His outfit—a high-collared white-and-blue top cinched with a diagonal chest belt—paired with leg warmers over pants, and his socked feet grounded him in eccentricity.

   This was Polo Swarovski, second-best in the Sensing Snowglobe Decree Giveaway, known for his effortless charm. He tapped his pool stick on the floor and flashed a velvety smile. "What's up, Ridge?"

   "All is well, Polo," Ridge replied, stepping forward.

   "Good, good." Polo's free hand dove into the bag of chips, his grin unfaltering. "So, what brings you here? You don't come to play often."

   Ridge wagged a finger, his tone dry but teasing. "I never come here to play. You ought to know that. You built this place—just like you built most of Haven's entertainment and culture."

   "You don't gotta do me like that," Polo laughed, dipping his head. The chip in his gloved hand hovered midair before finally meeting his mouth. He shrugged. "I don't know, man. Thought you'd wanna play on a whim—or just relax before diving back into the grind of machinery mechanic work."

   Ridge chuckled faintly, placing a hand over his chest to touch his pocket watch. "I just wanted to see you after the Sensing Snowglobe Decree. Good job snagging 213 awards."

   "Thanks. Right back at you with 254 awards," Polo said, tapping his temple with a finger and grinning. "Yep, I still remember."

   Polo's gaze flitted to Ridge's pocket watch as he polished off the bag of chips. "That's a nice-looking Aptem, big time. Very—" He gestured a chef's kiss, "—exquisite."

   Ridge forced a breezy laugh, shuffling his feet. Then, with a wag of his finger, he revealed his true intentions. "Remember when I created that Magic 8-Ball for you? You owe me something."

   Polo raised a brow, tossing the empty chip bag aside. His stance shifted into a pool player's pose, his stick inching toward the cue ball. "Yeah... you want me to pay that favor back now?"

   "Yes, and in the simplest way possible."

   Polo hummed, eyeing the pool balls one by one. A sharp crack followed as he struck the cue ball, triggering a domino reaction. Several balls clattered across the table, two sinking smoothly into pockets. He chopped the air triumphantly before turning to Ridge. "Simple or not, just say the word. I'll do it, big time. As my siblings would say, "When they throw a favor, catch it with fervor." " 

   Ridge pressed his lips together, feigning consideration. "I just need you to tell me where the Havenian governors keep their confidential tools and mechanisms. You've visited it before—thanks to your position as Minister of Entertainment, yes?"

   Polo's brows knit together as he rested his chin on his pool stick. His gaze drifted to the side, hesitation writ across his face. "Ah, yes, but... I don't know if I can do that. It's... sorta not allowed."Ridge chuckled and tilted his head sideways, "Knowing you Polo Swarovski, I'm sure you can mend a rule or two when necessary."

   One man with his red nose buried into the jackaroo board scoffed, "Polo, why don't you ignore that boy? The second medal effect shakes people to their bones. It's natural to let that effect affect you, so no need to pretend that it's not by being helpful. Take my word for it."

   Polo laughed heartily and looked at the man while resting both his hands on his pool stick. "Come on, man. You know what they say, falcons of a feather flock together. We're all good here."

   "But, mister minister Swarovski! You are a programming genius, an entertainment mastermind, a video game expert, and a man of culture," said another man with shrewd eyes and a tank top with baggy steampunk overalls. He pointed at Ridge in an accusatory way. "And he's just a selfish dude who invents shit no one uses except for himself and his ass!"

   Polo clicked his tongue and took the magic eight ball from the cabinet side of the pool table. "You know, if it weren't for Ridge and his flair for inventions, this recreation room along with other forms of entertainment would have never been introduced to Haven. I put the fork in the road and became who I am today. I was so indecisive when it came to choosing being a lawyer or what I am great at today. All because of an invention Ridge gave me."

   Polo flourished the magic eight ball while leaning against his pool stick. "He created this for me, which is super useful if you are an indecisive guy like me. It's not only about odds, but also about how you feel about a certain option." He whirled on Ridge and smiled. "Kinda like the Sensing Snowglobe." He turned back to the rest while pushing himself off the support of the pool stick. "So I owe him a ton, and the rest is history."

   Covering his mouth to yawn, Polo shook the magic eight ball. He scratched his hair and looked down at the magic eight ball. He smiled and looked at Ridge, who was busying himself with his pocketwatch while eyeing Polo with a bored expression. Polo said, "Good news for you, dude. I asked the ball if I could leak the place to you, and it was like 'yes, man,' so here goes!"

   Ridge perked up and stared at Polo expectantly. Polo motioned for him to come closer, so Ridge stepped forward while raising his brows. Polo set the pool stick on the floor while returning the magic eight ball to the side cabinet. He tapped the floor with the pool stick and uttered, "It's in Alula, directly west to the Primary Coverts wing. And no, Alula is not only the place where the governors have their meetings and yadda yadda. They also retain super secretive tools they use mostly for their professional outings to Nevah and get resources from there."

   Ridge smirked. "Checkmate." He then said aloud while wagging his finger, "And how can I get to Alula?"

   "Actually forgot, man. Ask the dudette who draws maps. Your childhood friend, argh, what was her name?" Polo snapped his fingers and furrowed his brows as he tried to remember. "May, no, Macy, Marla—"

   "Right, right. Mavis Bensleigh." Ridge refrained from scoffing and rolling his eyes. He respected Polo a lot; in fact, Polo Swarovski was one of the people he could put up with alongside the Lema twins. But his careless antics bothered him at times.

   Polo gave Ridge a thumbs up before returning to his pool game. He asked while tapping the cue ball with the pool stick, "Why do you wanna go there anyway?"

   "Inspiration purposes," Ridge answered as he already started exiting the recreation room. However, the two men who defended Polo from earlier walked menacingly towards him. Ridge stopped by the door and looked at them over his shoulder. He glanced at his pocketwatch and saw that the hand was only at 5 riskons.

   "Next time you swing by, bring your Sensing Snowglobe with you," the red-nosed man said while glaring at Ridge.

   Ridge furrowed his brows. "Why is that?"

   "Because from now on, only Havenians with official careers get to be in this recreation room," the same man responded. The other man's shrewd eyes spoke curiosity before he asked, "How will you get past the heavy security to Alula? Do you have a plan?"

   Ridge smiled while still remaining callous. "As you know, I am an industrial machinery mechanic. I can wheedle my way into Alula by telling them that I simply want inspiration for the tools they use conventionally."

   The man snickered.

   "Easier said than done."

   "Yes, I am aware of that. But I can still convince them to let me peek by explaining my idea on renovating current inventions and incorporating more compelling gadgets into our lives. I will even tell them to keep an eye on me as I visit Alula."

   The sold men backtrack, letting Ridge take his exit. As soon as Ridge held the door handle, the door opened outwardly by Ivan Pelet. Ridge blinked as he stepped aside while Ivan's pumpkin mouth upturned to an apologetic and goofy smile as he entered the room while holding sock puppets, looking at Ridge then at Polo. Ridge finally left the room, but with newfound intrigue. Ivan could be heard saying, "The look on the kidsters' faces when I told them about that Nevah apocalypse story. They were to die for!"

   Polo could be heard laughing then saying, "Dude Ivan. You should stop it with your fascination with Nevah, big time."

   "Fine...but I still believe my dadster's out there. Oh boyster! Had to pull out that "my son is doing pretty well so I'll just head out" pass." Ivan could be heard laughing like a chicken. Ridge blinked and started walking towards the Scapulars Wing again as the recreation room was in the Secondaries Wing, right under the Scapulars. For some reason, he tried wrapping his head around Ivan's enigma. Was it because they had almost the identical jackets? Maybe that respect he had for Polo and the Lena twins could be sparked for that fellow Ivan. It's hard to get on Ridge's good side, after all. Even Mavis was never a tad bit taken seriously by him.

   Speaking of which, Ridge had made it to Mavis's room and was yet again asking, "Mavis, can I come in?"

   "Okay, okay, Ridge. One second." A few ruffled noises are accompanied by that. The door clicks and it opens, revealing a beaming Mavis with her arms outstretched. Ridge exposes his palm as a gesture of objection to the unspoken offer for a hug and looks at the room. It was dimly lit with different wallpapers that blend in very nicely. The centerpiece was a large drafting table cluttered with parchment maps, compasses, and other tools. He could see a brass sextant, an astrolabe, and a spyglass displayed. There were inkewells with quills as well as a magnifiying glass on an articulated arm. Shelves of leather books on geography lined the walls. Globes of different sizes, some with clockwork mechanists, rotated slowly under glass donned. Posters of models of airships were seen everywhere. Ridge's eyes lingered on a large multi-paneled map of Thear, detailing known territories and uncharted lands. Jazz music was played by Mavis's personalized jukebox.

   Mavis raised a brow, "Heyi, Ridge. Finally got back to your senses?"

   Without warning, Ridge squeezed through to enter the room and wagged his finger at the multi-paneled map, "Mavis, oh Mavis...this is really important. Forget about how foolish I was yesterday. I changed on a whim. This industrial machinery mechanic work has grown on me. I just need to go to Alula where they keep displays of tools and mechanisms so I can take inspiration."

   Mavis was stunned by Ridge's sudden announcement and apparent interest in going to Alula. She turned around and said, "Wait, Alula? That's the place where the government holds congresses, no?"

   "No, you idiot! That's another place. Alula is known for being the government's warehouse of Haven. How can you not know that?" Ridge laughed incredulously. 

   Feeling sheepish, Mavis chuckled nervously while tightening her ponytail, "Ok, forget about my ignorance. What you now want is the map, yeah?"

   "Yes, and I want you to accompany me for the time being. I can't read maps." Ridge was lying through his teeth. He just wanted Mavis as bait to distract the guards there.

   Mavis nodded excitedly and sprinted to the table and took a map. With the map in the ready, she darted out of the room, motioning for Ridge to follow. Ridge did as beckoned but in a slower pace as he let his eyes linger on the multi panelled map. He saw that the barren space east to Haven is supposedly Nevah. There were no marked areas except for the whole half labeled Nevah. Ridge had sensed that Mavis was also interesting in Nevah, but she never explicitly admitted it.

   After returning to Ridge's room to take his Sensing Snowglobe followed by lots of tramcar riding and trekking, the two entered the Alula territory. There was an imposing manor surrounded by fog and brown trees. The area was landscaped beautifully yet securely as there were gardens, fountains, and surveillance camera attatched to blimps. Ridge could spot retina recognition devices and patrol automatons from afar. Mavis tightened her ponytail and bent down. She whispered while staying low, "Say, how do we get in there? Have you any plan?"

   "Have you any patience?" Ridge clicked his tongue and rubbed his pocketwatch underneath his jacket. He did not feel it pulsate, which meant that there was no danger lying around and ahead of them. To Mavis's shock, he started walking casually to the double doors guarded by two guards in black security coats wearing bronze goggles with a lamp and intricate gadget fixture in one of the lens, "You stay here, and I'll go and ask if I can take a look at their gadgets."

   Mavis watched Ridge go with her mouth hanging open. She tried screaming in a low voice, but she ended up shouting, "Heyi, Ridge! They won't let you inside!"

   Both guards were attracted by the commotion and strutted near where Ridge and Mavis stood. Ridge halted his steps and bowed shallowly to them while showing his Sensing Snowglobe. "Hello. I came here from the Machinery Mechanic Industry-" He interrupted himself by exhaling and shaking his head at Mavis, "that's a mouthful." He continued didactically,  "-to report something as a righteous Havenian." He gestured toward the red-faced Mavis. "My friend here illegally marked this confidential place on her map. She is holding the last sample of the map with the true pathway to Alula."

   Mavis's jaw dropped, and she cradled her map to her chest. "Ridge, why would—"

   "Stay here, young lady." Both guards accosted Mavis as she glanced back and forth between them. Meanwhile, Ridge nonchalantly continued walking toward the front door of the manor with his Sensing Snowglobe ready. The automatons with continuous tracks moved past him. He towed one along by its bronze ribcage as he reached the double doors. Setting it beside him, he kneeled down and brandished the Sensing Snowglobe.

   "I am Ridge Kindler, from the Machinery Mechanic Industry. I came here to inspect the tools used as references for my own mechanisms. I'd like you to accompany me so you can trust that I will only look at them and will not take pictures or smuggle anything."

   The automaton beeped as it processed Ridge's words and replied in a robotic voice, "Sensing Snowglobe scanned. Access to gadget storage room granted."

   A smile graced Ridge's lips. His plan was coming to fruition.

   "It's a good thing these automatons only scan the semblance of Sensing Snowglobes. Only Boon can scan the insides," Ridge thought as he let go of the automaton. It automatically opened the door with its intricate mechanism and rolled away. Ridge followed it, taking in his surroundings. The hallway was adorned with artwork, artifacts, and mini statues of the Wing Monument in Falcon Plaza.

   They entered a room with fortified workbenches holding an array of devices, tools, and gadgets Ridge had never seen before. He could see communication interceptors of various forms, encrypted surveillance equipment used by the guards, and other high-tech tools tinted bronze and black. They were unlike the ones displayed in the corridors of the Secondary Coverts Wing. They weren't showy or ostentatious, nor were they superficial or repetitive. Each had a unique air about it—perhaps literally, as some emitted steam.

   One of them was a brass-accentuated printer with mechanical components sticking out. It had a control panel on the left side with a blue backlit LCD screen above a large knob and a memory stick port. On the right side were two analog pressure gauges. At the center, the expelled mechanism of the printer was visible, with a red nozzle where the filament was extruded.

   Ridge asked the automaton about the significance of the printer, as it was the only device occupying an entire workbench. Its reply made Ridge's eyes widen: "It is the specialized printer programmed to extrude the filament with the QR code for the exit to the Outdoors."

   Ridge hummed and looked around. His eyes narrowed at the visible cameras mounted on the ceilings and the lockers along the walls. There could be hidden cameras, but the only way to find out was to detect them efficiently. Ridge held the pocket watch firmly, feeling it with his fingers as he pretended to inspect the gadgets—which, if he was being honest, were fascinating.

   The pocket watch pulsated against his palm and fingers. His gaze shifted to the Sensing Snowglobe, or Riskometer, noticing the snow particles levitate and the clock tower rotate several times. Nodding slightly to himself, his calculative eyes scanned the workbenches. "I guess I'll have to discreetly test that printer."

   Ridge stepped forward, eye level with the printer. Hypotheses began forming around the printer in his mind. He set the Sensing Snowglobe beside it on the workbench and slowly removed his pocket watch. Looking over his shoulder at the automaton with raised brows, he placed the pocket watch with a small jig next to the Snowglobe and said nonchalantly, "I removed my Aptem, a pocket watch, so you don't have to worry about hidden cameras taking pictures."

   The automaton beeped and nodded, giving Ridge the green light to observe as he pleased. Smirking, Ridge turned back to the printer and folded his arms behind his back while peering at it. He stood on his tiptoes, shifting occasionally. Wagging his finger at the screen, he grabbed the ruffle of his shirt with his other hand and began ostensibly wiping it. The automaton didn't question him; instead, its bronze tech eyes drilled into his back.

   Ridge mumbled as he "cleaned" the screen. Under the ruffle of his shirt, a memory stick was clipped. He made sure to bring it for good measure—he suspected the governors used some kind of storage tool as the key to exiting Nevah. Stealthily, he plugged it into the port beneath the screen. Luckily, his constant mumbling served to drown out the printer's chime.

   Heat prickled Ridge's face as tension built before it could overwhelm him. Slowly, he rotated the knob until a file labeled "MISC" appeared on the screen. "Careful now. One flimsy move, and you'll end up Lema'd or Mavis'd by some falcon-masked or goggled man."

   Now that the QR code data was attainable, Ridge rotated the knob with the same precision he used for his pocket watch. The transfer was successful, much to Ridge's buried relief. He clipped the memory stick back into his shirt after finishing "cleaning" the screen.

   Turning to the automaton with a pretense of astonishment, he grinned as he adjusted the ruffle like a bow tie. "The government really pushed boundaries with this one. My heart goes out to them and the inventors of this magnificent tool. May I know who invented it?"

   The automaton momentarily beeped before replying, "Mister Quenten Oppen. He was the mastermind behind gadgets used by governors for their expedient outings to Nevah."

   Ridge nodded in satisfaction and moved away from the workbench. Wagging his finger at himself, he thought, "I feel like I'm forgetting something...ah yes, a way to get to the bridge." Clicking his tongue, he walked backward to the workbench. He grabbed his Sensing Snowglobe and resumed wandering around the room. "No, it's the Riskometer, idiot."

[nurtured-nest1]

Designing an Elegant Home Bar Area Introduction: Creating a Stylish Home Bar That’s Both Functional and Elegant A home bar can be the perfect addition to your living space, offering a stylish and functional place to entertain guests or unwind after a long day. From chic countertops to sleek storage, here’s how to design an elegant home bar area that reflects your personal style and enhances your interior decor.

Choosing the Right Location for Your Home Bar The first step in designing a home bar is selecting the right location. Ideally, your bar area should be close to the kitchen or living room, making it easy for you to entertain guests. A small alcove or corner in your dining room or living room can easily be transformed into an elegant bar. If you have a larger space, consider adding a freestanding bar cart for versatility.

Elegant Materials and Finishes To achieve an elegant look, focus on high-quality materials and finishes. Marble, granite, or polished wood countertops can give the bar area a luxurious feel. For the cabinetry, opt for wood finishes like walnut or dark oak for a sophisticated vibe, or go for sleek glass or metal shelving for a modern touch.

Investing in Stylish Bar Furniture Bar stools are a key element in creating an elegant home bar. Choose upholstered stools with luxurious fabrics like velvet or leather for a chic and comfortable seating option. Gold or brass finishes on the legs or bases of your bar stools can add a touch of glamour. For a truly refined look, consider adding a statement bar chair in a rich color or material.

Lighting to Set the Mood Proper lighting is essential for setting the mood of your home bar. Install pendant lights or a statement chandelier above the bar area to create a focal point and highlight the space. Soft, warm lighting can add intimacy, while task lighting ensures you can prepare drinks efficiently. LED strips under shelves or cabinets can add a modern touch and make the area feel even more inviting.

Storage Solutions for Bottles and Glassware Elegance is not only about appearance but also functionality. Ensure your home bar has ample storage for bottles, glassware, and bar tools. Floating shelves, mirrored cabinets, and wine racks are perfect for keeping your bar essentials organized while maintaining a clean, stylish look.

Personal Touches and Accessories Accessories such as vintage glassware, a stylish ice bucket, or a unique cocktail shaker can elevate your bar’s elegance. Consider displaying your favorite liquors in beautiful decanters, or adding a decorative tray to hold glassware and bar tools. For an extra touch of luxury, display art or a mirror above the bar to reflect light and add dimension.

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100+ Amazing Island Modular Kitchen Design for Your Kitchen

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Introduction

Discover a perfect modular kitchen design with over 100+ outstanding island kitchen designs that will transform your kitchen space. Island kitchen layouts are perfect for increasing use since they provide more workspace, storage, and a stylish decoration. These designs make your kitchen look more beautiful and well-organized by combining beauty with functionality. There is an island kitchen design to suit any need, the choice of your preference for modern, simple, or beautiful styles. Every concept, from stylish counters to creative storage options, guarantees a kitchen space that is both organized and productive. Explore these creative ideas to turn your kitchen into a beautiful and useful work of art.

Why Choose an Island Kitchen?

An island modular kitchen design is stylish and functional, providing a number of advantages:

• Extra Workspace: Islands offer an additional worktop, which improves meal preparation.

• Social Hub: Family and friends may meet on the island.

• Storage Options: Shelves, cabinets, and drawers are examples of islands.

• Multipurpose: It can be used as a home bar, for dining, or for cooking.

• Modern Beauty: Island kitchens improve your space’s looks and use.

Let’s now explore the concepts and designs that will change your kitchen.

1. As beautiful Designs for Simple Islands

Simple kitchen islands are the perfect option for people who value simple designs and organized environments.

• Grey and White Islands: For stylish and modern look, use light colors like beige, grey, and white.

• Hidden Storage: For a smooth design, include cabinets and drawers with push-to-open systems.

• Integrated Products: To optimize useful install a built-in microwave or a stylish induction cooktop.

• Floating Island: A floating design that seems to float above the floor can improve the beauty of your kitchen.

2. Spacious L-Shaped Island Kitchens

For larger modular kitchen design and homes, L-shaped kitchen islands are perfect.

• Longer Floors: Make a breakfast bar out of a shaped counter.

• Two-tone Style: To create a visually arresting impact, combine two colors. For instance, dark wood for the countertop and white for the cabinetry.

• Smart Storage: To make the most of available space, install corner drawers and pull-out shelves.

• Open Shelving: Use the open shelves at the top of the island to showcase your favorite foods, literary works, or decoration.

3. Compact Kitchen Islands for Small Spaces

Don’t allow a lack of space to stop you. Small modular kitchen design can be made both attractive and useful with small islands. A moving kitchen cart can be used as a moving island.

• Multipurpose Design: Combine cooking, sitting, and storage into a single, small device.

• Glass & Mirrors: To give the impression that the space is larger, use glass panels or reflecting surfaces.

• Foldable Island Tops: For more range, choose a countertop that can be folded up or offered.

4. Luxury Island Kitchens

Luxury island modular kitchen design is vital for adding a dash of grandeur and beauty.

• Marble Floors: For a beautiful look, use high-quality materials like granite or marble.

• Brass or Gold Accents: Add metallic accents to your lighting, stools, and hardware.

• Built-in Wine Racks: For a more advanced look, add a cooler or wine storage area.

• Crystal Lighting Fixtures: Use lighting or stunning pendant lights to highlight the island.

5. Multi-functional Islands with Seating

Islands with seating choices give your modular kitchen design flexibility.

• Breakfast Bars: Extend the island to create space for 2–4 seats or stools.

• Dining Table Integration: Create a multipurpose room by combining the island with a dining area.

• Increased Countertops: Divide the island’s cooking and dining areas by building levels.

• Bench Seating: To optimize comfort and space, install built-in benches.

6. Rustic Farmhouse Kitchen Islands

Wooden farmhouse modular kitchen design is perfect for creating a warm, classic vibe.

• Wooden Countertops: For a classic and organic look, use distressed or salvaged wood.

• Open Storage: Provide shelves to showcase dishes, pots, and pans.

• Older Fixtures: Above the island, use old or antique lighting fixtures.

• Apron-front Sinks: For simplicity and rustic charm, install a farmhouse sink.

7. Modern Industrial-Style Islands

A modular kitchen design gives your room a raw, edgy look.

• Concrete Countertops: For a sturdy, long-lasting design, choose stone or concrete.

• Metal Designs: Use hardware made of stainless steel or black.

• Exposed Bricks: For an industrial feel, combine the island with brick accents or walls.

• High Stools: To finish the style, add leather or metal bar stools.

8. Smart Technology Islands

Add useful smart features to your modular kitchen design to make it better.

• Integrated Charging Stations: Customize your island with charging docks and USB ports.

• Smart Products: Include smart refrigerators, cooktops, and ovens.

• Touch-Control Panels: Usage panels to regulate the music, temperature, and lighting.

• Voice-Control Assistants: To enable hands-free operation, install gadgets like Google Assistant or Alexa.

9. Bold and Colorful Kitchen Islands

Bold islands are the way to go if you want to have fun around with color.

• Pop of Color: For the island, choose bright colors like red, navy blue, or teal. Combining a vibrant island with muted cabinets creates a two-tone design.

• Patterned Countertops: Include beautifully patterned granite or quartz.

• Accent Lighting: For a modern look, use colored LED lights beneath the island.

10. Eco-friendly and Sustainable Kitchen Islands

Use eco-friendly kitchen island modular kitchen design to go green.

• Recycled Materials: Make use of recycled countertops or reused wood.

• Energy-efficient Appliances: Install energy-saving gadgets

• Bamboo Cabinets: For cabinets and stores, choose eco-friendly materials like bamboo.

• Natural Lighting: To optimize natural light, place the island close to windows.

Tips for Designing the Perfect Island Kitchen

• Arrange Your Area: Make sure there is enough space on the island for movement.

• Select the suitable Size: Make sure the island’s size fits the size of your modular kitchen design.

• Put Functionality First: As needed, combine sitting, cooking, and storage.

• Include a statement Lighting: Chandeliers or pendant lights can improve the look of the island.

• Make Use of High-Quality Materials: Select worktops and finishes that are long-lasting and simple to maintain.

• Include Storage: Make the most of your space by using cabinets, drawers, and shelves.

• Maintain Design Balance: Make sure the island blends in with the kitchen’s general style.

Conclusion

Finding a perfect modular kitchen design may turn your workspace into a stylish and useful get away. With more than 100 incredible island cooking area designs, you have many options that combine style and functionality. In addition to adding extra workstation and storage, island kitchens are a great place for family reunions and improve the looks of your house. Every arrangement, whether modern or traditional, is made to maximize available space while preserving an attractive look. These designs suit every style, whether you’re looking for a luxurious setup or a minimalist style. Improve your kitchen with style and function.