astrayangel:

Send me a ♠ for my muse’s reaction to walking in on yours masturbating.

_{Knocking before entering was something she practiced, and preached, but alas, everyone slips up once in a while.}

_{Her luck was just worse than others, it seemed - because the one time she doesn’t alert the blonde before she enters, she’s shown more of him than she’d ever hope to see. He’s laying flat on his back atop his mattress, stark naked, hands — and mouths, busy with satisfying himself.}

_{It was downright disgusting, and it’d take days before she’s able to look him in the eyes again. She wants to leave, to turn on her heels and flee the scene, but she’s rooted in place, eyes wide with horror. He doesn’t notice she’s there - he’s more concerned with sating his need, and she can’t decide what’s worse; the flow of moans and groans that rise from his throat, or the way he’s using the mouths on his hands that are meant for combat to intensify waves of pleasure.}

_{“Deidara — don’t you have work to be doing?” She swallows her nausea and addresses him; hoping to rob him of any dignity he may of had and replace it with shame.}