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Finally settled on a Matt design...

KLANCE TINKERBELL AU

I Stan Hunk being a pervert to Lance behind closed doors or just whenever they’re alone.

Everyone thinks Lance is the pervert and/or thinks Lance is tainting Hunk’s innocent mind but NOOOOO. Hunk is the devil.

Hunk will fuck Lance anytime, anywhere, in and/or on anything. Against a wall, on a bed, a couch, the kitchen, the bathroom, on the kitchen counter, dining room table, in a train, sideways, backwards, in his lion, in a public bathroom and make him be quiet, he’ll even hang Lance upside down and fuck him.

If Hunk sees Lance stretch, hears those little noises he makes when he stretches, Hunk will watch till he’s done then fuck him to sleep.

Sometimes when Lance cooks or helps Hunk in the kitchen, Hunk will make Lance wear nothing but a pretty blue apron and do the deed or cover Lances sensitive parts in chocolate, syrup or whipped cream and lick it off him.

Hunk’s dick is no joke either. What were you expecting? He’s huge, thick and ready. For Lance that is.

Just halfway in and Lance is seeing stars. Makes Lances voice go a few octaves higher.

Hunk knows how to get Lance to cum quick.

Hunk knows how to tease him, how to edge him. How to make him squirm, he knows Lance’s body inside and out. Better than Lance knows himself.

Don’t get me started on when it’s punishment time. If you’re into that.

Lance gets in trouble and Hunk thinks of so many different ways to punish his sub.

Spankings, rough sex(rougher than usual), edging, overstimulation, making him cum without fucking him, making him clean the house with a vibrator in him and Hunk has the remote, etc..

3am (?) pancakes with Hance (They fell asleep on the kitchen floor (Coran found them in the 'morning'))

how Tord remembers Tom's reaction in 'The End part 1' Vs.....

how he actually reacted

No,,,Tamara,,, tell her ur saving ur self for marriage

Semi Eita is a lost artist and is in search of his muse. He gets a new roommate instead.

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Semi has been considering himself as a lost artist for months now. His muse has left him behind and his once high-spirited outlook towards his life at the College of Fine Arts has been grim. He used to be brimming with ideas and concepts. Everything had essence. Now, he’s mostly empty.

It isn’t helping that his second year would start soon and his subjects will be mostly majors. Pencils and pastels would fill the gap between his fingers, the whiteness of the paper and the canvas soon to be a more staple sight before his eyes.

He places his easel and sketchbook next to the window and holds a charcoal on his hand. Alone in the dorm room, he racks his brain for the smallest sliver of inspiration. Skies, stars, mountains, seas, he thinks of all sorts of images that might spark up his creativity. Still, he comes up with none. Frustrated, he throws the charcoal away towards the door–

“Ow!”

A stranger is standing on the open doorway, a bag on tow and his other hand on his forehead, rubbing the spot where Semi just hit him.

“Shit. I’m sorry.” He quickly retrieves the charcoal on the floor. “I didn’t mean that, I was having a problem here so…” He points vaguely to his empty sketchbook and messy bed.

“It’s fine. Uh, this is Room 312, right? There isn’t a sign on the door.” He scans the room, looking a little bit lost himself.

“Yeah, you’re in the right room. I’m Semi Eita, by the way.”

“Kawanishi Taichi.” Semi looks up at him and regards him with an eye of an artist. Something sparks within him, the smallest hint of an inspiration. “Nice meeting you.”

HAPPY PRIDE EVERYONE (bc apparently I haven't said it yet)