#oh how i love my unholy trinity

[kitten4sannie]

pairing: ex! san x fem! reader feat. wingman seonghwa and instigator mingi

genres: omg actual plot ??, exes to lovers, romance, angst with a happy ending, fluff, an attempt at humor, smut finale

summary: during a winter getaway with your friends, you end up having to come face to face with choi san, the man who broke your heart in two just last christmas.

w.c: 8.2k

tags: features the unholy trinity: misunderstandings/miscommunication/messiness, drama (i bring drama-ma-ma-ma~), alcohol use, mutual jealousy, mutual pining, lots of banter, third parties, poor sannie and reader are just two big dummies with even bigger hearts </3,, like 20 flashbacks (okay it’s like 2 but i like being dramatic sue me), too many winter analogies, insecurities, confessions, l bombs, tears, all that jazz

warnings: soft dom! san (literally the softest dom to ever exist IM SICK), subby! reader, pussydrunk san and cockdrunk reader (like these mfs are so desperate for each other it’s actually disgusting), dirty talk, pet names, praise, possessiveness, kissing, a lot of spit (leave me alone!!!), tit play, grinding, body worship, oral (receiving), passionate condomless lovemaking by the fire baybeeeee, breeding kink, bulge kink, creampies

a/n: so i listen to last christmas religiously every year and while i was jamming my hamster brain was like “WRITE WRITE WRITE” so i diddd and yeahh this happened??? lmao but fr this was the most fun i’ve ever had writing since feb filth fest…. like wtf. i gotta write plot forward fics more often this shit’s like a drug man. anyways i hope you enjoy my dear lovelies <33

*shoutout to my sweetheart bunbun @cottoncandy-girl for beta reading and hyping this fic up during the writing process. i would’ve second guessed myself twice as much if not for you. you’re a lifesaver!! mwah mwah ~~

song rec for the general vibe: last christmas by wham obv <3, fool by frankie cosmos, snowfall (slowed and reverb) by oneheart, know me by gemini, easily by bruno major, flowers and chocolate by eyedress

angst: pleaser by the wallows, do me right by gemini, homesick by wave to earth, cherie by hojean

smut: mice city by hotel ugly, between your thighs by jimmy brown, lock me in by hojean, touch by keshi, your love by brb

Masterlist

“Hey, Y/N,” your best friend began, walking around the side of your beat-up car to the trunk where you were busy shoving various suitcases and bags into the small space and trying to make them fit. “So, don’t get mad, but–”

With a case of wine bottles in hand, you slowly set it down on the lip of the trunk, side-eyeing your friend with the intensity of a thousand suns. It was so powerful, it’d probably melt the snow that had been falling around your feet for the past thirty minutes. “Why would I be mad? What’s going on?”

“Just breathe for me, okay?” she sighed, bringing a hand up to play with a few strands of her hair. “So, you know how Seonghwa’s coming up to the cabin with us?”

“Um, yeah…? I don’t care about you bringing your boyfriend with us, you know. Just let me know if you’re gonna fuck so I can put my headphones on,” you replied, lifting the case up and pushing it inside the empty space of the trunk, satisfied that your long game of tetris was finally complete.

She quickly waved her hands, shaking her head. “No, that’s not…” she started, taking in a deep inhale, before letting it out, a wave of condensation hitting the cold air between the two of you. “He invited…someone. Someone you know.”

You bent down into the trunk to move a few items around, making sure they wouldn’t collapse on each other. “Okay? I only know you and a few other people, bestie. Who could it possibly be–”

“It’s San,” she finally blurted out, her face scrunching up in anticipation of your reaction.

Once your ex was spoken into existence again, a flood of memories from the previous year bombarded your defenseless brain and heart, causing you to stand up so quickly, you hit your head on the edge of the trunk lid.

“Oh my god, Y/N, are you okay?” your friend gasped, already at your side, helping you stand up straight and placing her hand on the one you had held against the back of your head.

“Oh, yeah, I’m good. I think that just knocked all the bad memories out of my brain. Ready to head out?” you chimed, giving her a thumbs up with your keys in hand, stumbling a bit in place, your vision fading out slightly.

Sighing, your friend reached for the keys. “Yeah, I’m driving.”

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Your friend pulled her keys out of the ignition once she parked in a free space near the cabin you’d both be staying at, turning her head to observe the way you were playing with the drawstrings of your joggers with a pout on your sullen face. “Y/N, are you sure you’re okay? You know, we’re visiting everyone else later, so you can always stay at their cabin, if you’d like. It’s much bigger and has wifi, and definitely won’t have S–”

“I’m not a little bitch,” you suddenly whined, your eyebrows furrowed, your pout growing. “I can handle being in the same cabin with my dumbass ex, okay? I don’t even care that he’s here, actually.”

She nodded her head knowingly, giving you a gentle smile. “Just let me know if you’re uncomfortable, please. And if he starts up with one of his…unique personalities, tell me or Seonghwa, alright? He knows how to handle him.”

“I can handle him myself. There’s plenty of snow for me to toss him into, or some flames if our cabin has a fireplace,” you muttered, too stubborn to admit that your heart would most likely explode as soon as you had the displeasure of witnessing his disgustingly handsome face and charming dimpled smile.

Your friend shook her head slightly, unable to keep from smiling in your direction. “There is a fireplace, yeah.”

You sighed contentedly, admiring the expanse of dense snow, the sundry of oversized pine trees, the far away mountains covered in white, and the cluster of cozy-looking cabins beyond the frosted windshield. “Finally, some good news.”

Once you both got to the front steps of the cabin you’d be staying at, your arms full of the items that you could bring from the car, the front door swung open, almost giving you a heart attack on the spot.

“Baby, you’re here!” Seonghwa gasped, pulling your friend into his arms when she set her stuff down on the porch and spinning her around in a small circle, his eyes twinkling with pure adoration.

Once Seonghwa acknowledged your presence with a warm greeting, you stood off to the side while your friend and Seonghwa kissed and giggled with each other, your arms beginning to feel like jelly, wishing someone would just stamp the words “third wheel” on your forehead already.

“That looks heavy,” you heard someone say in a deeply familiar baritone voice, causing you to whip your head towards the origin, your wide eyes meeting San’s concerned coffee brown ones. “Do you want me to carry it in for you?”

“San,” you automatically blurted out, alarm bells going off, the mini versions of you running around in panic inside your head, your fingers clasping tighter around your things.

“Y/N,” he parroted back in the same cadence, already moving closer to you, his arms sliding underneath your belongings and holding them up with ease, his navy sweater doing nothing to conceal the solid mass of his arm muscles. “Is it like, misogynistic for me to carry your things?”

You opened and closed your hands, trying your get rid of the pins and needles. “No, I’d say it’s progressive since it’s a big dumb caveman carrying my things, so women: 1, patriarchy: 0.”

San offered you a dimpled smile, his wide shoulders scrunching up slightly, as a hearty laugh emanated from his throat. “Caveman, I like that. Should I go find a cave to explore?” He tilted his head, his eyes flitting between yours and your pleasing body line. “Maybe try to start a fire?”

Your heart leapt into your throat, forcing you to gulp it down. You sneered, already beginning to push past him to enter the cabin, only turning your head back to tell him, “Start a fire and jump inside, caveman.”

San smiled at you, seeing right past your act, watching you walk away, before turning his head to look at the two lovebirds still hugging on each other. “See that? She already gave me a pet name.”

❆ ❆ ❆

“Fuck,” you groaned, dropping yourself down onto the surprisingly comfy mattress in the cozy guest room you were occupying, finally done with putting your clothes and toiletries away in their respective places, for the most part, also noticing that the violent hammering inside your chest had subsided.

And then your door opened.

“Yo, this cabin is pretty sick, right? It’s got a nice, cabin-ey feeling to it,” San announced, walking into your room and looking around like he owned the place. Typical San behavior. Whistling casually, he eventually headed over to your side of the bed, picking up a few skincare products that were sitting on your bedside table to study them. “Does this retinol shit really work?”

“Excuse me, but are you lost? This is my room,” you combated, not bothering to get up from the bed you were currently sinking into, simply turning on your back and lifting your head up slightly to glare at him.

“Bro.” San clutched his chest like you had just emptied a clip right in between his tits, his eyebrows turning upwards, his bottom lip jutting out in a pout. “Why do you act like we haven’t been inside each other?” He climbed onto the bed, looking down at you past his black bangs. “Matter of fact, I know you better than your little friend downstairs.”

You stared up at him, cursing yourself for wanting nothing more than to grab him by his stupid face and kiss him — but you wouldn’t, not after what he did. “You’re so gross.”

“Like in a sexy way, right?” he quipped, chuckling when you just shook your head. San slowly laid himself down beside you, looking up at the ceiling, reaching up behind his head and cupping the back of it to get more comfortable. “You didn’t argue against the fact that I know you better than your own self proclaimed ‘bestie’, you know.”

You let out a small sigh, resting your hands down at your sides, gripping the quilted blanket underneath you, your heart pounding inside your chest just like it did last Christmas. Did you ever fall out of love with him? Was that why your heart felt so stuck? Frozen in place? Like it was waiting for San to make it beat again? “Well, for once, you’re not wrong. I…let you in back then, obviously, so yeah, you know me better than she does. You know me better than anyone.”

San began to reach for your hand, hesitating for a second, not even realizing his walls were just as high. If only he could gather the courage to bring them down. “Y/N…”

You turned to look at San just as he turned his whole body towards yours, giving you one of his infamous gazes, his eyes closed ever so slightly, his lips parted, drawing in a breath. He lowered his hand, touching the top of yours, rubbing it with his thumb. “You know what else I know?”

Why did he have to do this to you? Just what the fuck was his problem?

“What, San?” you questioned underneath your breath, seconds away from losing it completely.

His eyes lost their playful twinkle, instead displaying sorrow. “Y/N, I–”

Seonghwa popped his head into the room. “Y/N, have you seen– Oh,” he deadpanned, displaying an oddly delighted smile for a split second, before his lips evened out. “We’re heading to the hang out now. It’s gonna snow pretty hard in a bit so it’s now or never.”

You both sat up from the bed, your cheeks burning like you had just been caught, well, inside of each other.

Seonghwa was about to say something when your friend walked up behind him and pulled him into whisper something, causing him to whisper back, the both of them nodding at each other.

You and San exchanged glances, before all four of you looked at one another. “Are you hiding things from me, pookie?” you playfully asked your friend, pouting.

“No, I’d never hide anything from you, pookie wookie baby bear!” she cried dramatically, running into the room and tackling you back down onto the bed.

San looked to Seonghwa, making grabby hands at him. “Where’s my hug?”

Seonghwa clicked his tongue, pointing at San’s thin sweater as it rose past his hips. “You better put on some more layers before we go, pookie bear. It’s cold as balls outside.”

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Instead of hanging out inside your friend’s friends’ cabin where the party was at, you loitered outside in the snow, building yourself a snowman. Maybe he’d stay by your side longer than the last one.

“Hey, what are you doing out here by yourself, ba–” San started, standing with his arm just barely pressing into yours, immediately clearing his throat, sticking his hands into his coat pockets. “Y/N, I mean, heh, sorry I’ve had a few drinks.”

You almost broke the empty beer bottle you were using as the snowman’s nose inside your hands from hearing San almost address you as baby, turning your head to look at the adorably goofy smile he had on his stupidly cute face. You bit your lip, wishing he would just say it, the layers of ice around your heart starting to crack. “I figured. Well, how come you’re out here with me, instead of shotgunning a beer or something with your caveman friends?”

Amused, San nodded his head, impressed by your ability to keep up with your shtick. “They’re too busy hanging around the fireplace, you know. The fire’s so pretty, they got distracted.” He grinned at you, grinning harder when you began to smile back at him, his heart skipping a beat at the sound of the giggle that escaped your lips. “I missed your giggle…missed you…” he murmured absentmindedly, pretending to stay busy by helping you round out the head of the snowman, while you stuck a rock into it where one of the eyes would be.

You dropped the other rock, standing still, feeling your mouth go dry. You racked your brain over his words, wanting to ask him why he didn’t stay with you in the first place if he was just going to miss you so much. You missed him too. You wanted him to know.

By the time you had made up your mind, San had picked up the rock and stuck it into the snow, completing the snowman’s face. “There we go. Mr. Snowman’s looking real nice.” He waited for a second, before turning to look at you with a concerned pout. “He’s not cuter than me, right?” When you didn’t respond, he blinked, leaning in. “Y/N?”

Instead of responding, you found yourself wrapping your arms around San’s neck, pulling him into a hug. You didn’t even say anything — you just focused on feeling his warm body against yours, recalling what it felt like to be his. His baby. If only he would just say it.

“Baby…” he whispered just under his breath, so carefully, like he risked the chance of causing an avalanche if he spoke any louder, gently rubbing your back in circles, automatically resting his head on the top of yours like he did last year. “What’s this about?”

“I don’t know, I just–” you murmured into his chest, your own about to collapse in on itself from hearing what he said, hugging onto him a little tighter than before, wishing things were different. “I…I think I’m drunk…”

“Oh…” San replied, swallowing harshly, only pulling away once you started to. He tucked a bit of hair behind your ear, giving you a concerned look. “You should come back inside and drink some water, then. Seonghwa was right to tell me to check up on you.”

Your face fell slightly, the bottle that was stuck inside the snowman drooping inside the melting snow as if it was mirroring your disappointment. “You…only came out here because Seonghwa told you to?”

“Well, I mean, he was the one that noticed you were gone, so he just thought I should make sure you were okay, yeah…” San explained, rubbing his arm.

You nodded your head, a soft smile returning to your face, not wanting San to see the hurt you felt, not yet, anyway. You were still able to hide it as of late. “That’s nice of him.”

“Yeah, Hwa’s a sweetie,” San mused, noticing the sad snowman, reaching out to fix the position of the beer bottle. “Too bad he’s taken, otherwise I’d be wifing him up and giving him the exclusive Choi San Caveman Experience. There’s a trademark on that, by the way.”He gave you another goofy smile, his smile growing when you offered him a few small giggles.

“I think you need water more than I do,” you mentioned, gently punching his arm.

San chuckled, his smile softening, wanting to say so much more than just, “You might be right.”

After a few seconds of too much silence, and too much yearning for an important conversation to take place, you instead pointed to the lively cabin behind you. “You should go get some. I’ll be back inside soon.”

“Okay, sounds good.” He put his hands back into his pockets, lingering there for a moment, before heading back inside.

You stood there for a while, watching the makeshift nose of the snowman begin to droop again, before you reeled your foot back and kicked into the base of the snowman, watching it topple over and fall apart.

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You lingered near the spiked punch bowl that sat inside the corner of the cabin’s empty kitchen, drinking down a solo cup’s worth of the fruity beverage and tossing the cup into the sink, not noticing another person’s presence until you turned to the side and bumped your nose into their broad chest. “Oh, shit– I’m sorry,” you apologized, backing up a bit to see that you had ran into no one other than Song Mingi, the man you had trauma dumped and cried to for an hour before having mindless rebound sex with after San dumped you. “Min, hey. Long time, no see.”

“Y/N. It’s nice to see you again. Very nice,” Mingi mused, taking a long sip of his drink, just studying you with his amused, half-closed eyes, pointing upwards with his finger. “What are the odds of this?”

“Hm?” Your eyes followed where he was pointing until your gaze settled on the mistletoe that hung from the doorway above the two of you, a memory of the past immediately lighting up the insides of your brain like the flash of a camera, the snapshot still fresh in your subconscious as though it had never faded in the first place, much like your feelings for San — but who were you to admit that to yourself?

“Jesus, what is with people and mistletoe?” you grumbled, crossing your arms over your itchy christmas sweater, ready to shield your eyes so you didn’t have to look at the two people vigorously making out underneath the red berries that were hung from the ceiling of the crowded cabin.

San hovered near you, running a hand through his hair, his eyes studying your scrunched up, flushed face, wondering how you could be so cute. “The origin of mistletoe is actually really romantic, y’know.” Once you met his gaze, his lips curled into a smile, his dimples making an appearance.

You gripped onto your sweater sleeve, smiling softly back at him, your annoyance fading. “Tell me about it then, Mr. Historian.”

San’s eyes sparkled at your reaction, his shoulder gently pressing into yours as he brought his drink up to his mouth. “Mistletoe has always been able to survive in the harshest of winters. Even when everything’s frozen…” When he lowered his hand, the side of his pinky touched yours, sending warmth into the both of your bodies. “….it still finds a way to bloom.”

You took in a quick breath, having to look down at your feet before your heart burst out of your chest as an unintentional ode to Alien and ruined the annual christmas party. “I didn’t peg you as a hopeless romantic, San.”

“I’m full of surprises, baby.” San hummed, gently taking your chin in his grasp and pressing a kiss to your lips, giggling delightedly as you buried your scorching face into his chest, his heart pounding, wanting nothing more than to show you just how hopelessly in love he was with you, but too afraid to grant you access to the very intense, very full extent of it, let alone himself.

He was full of surprises, so full of them that he was able to show such a meaningful display of love to you and still break up with you on the very same night, with little to no explanation, just a simple ‘I’m sorry.’ Choi San was truly an enigma — one you cursed yourself for still wanting to grasp, to hold, to forgive.

You looked down at Mingi’s drink only for him to motion for you to take it, immediately downing the punch until you were sucking on an ice cube and crunching it between your teeth, satisfied with the buzz coursing through your body, bitterness still seeping its way in your veins. You knew that what you were about to do wouldn’t make you feel any better, but you did it anyway, grabbing Mingi by the collar of his ugly Christmas sweater and smashing your lips against his. What you didn’t know, however, was that San was standing at the end of the hallway, with his hand in his coat pocket, there to witness how Mingi pressed you into the wall.

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Your friend slowly inched her way towards you from across the brightly lit, festively decorated living room full of your boisterous acquaintances having a battle with each other to determine who could be the loudest, drunkest individual in the room. Currently, it was San, unsurprisingly, who had a beer in one hand while hugging onto the obscenely large Christmas tree in the middle of the room. You couldn’t tell exactly what song he was singing, but you were pretty sure it was a romantic, mostly cheesy pop ballad from the 80s.

“Having fun?” your friend gauged softly, sitting down on the sofa in the corner beside you, clinking her glass beer bottle against yours.

You shrugged, taking a few sips of the chilled beer, crossing one leg over the other. “I made out with Mingi earlier, so that was cool, I guess.”

“You what?” she gasped, pressing closer to you, grabbing your arm and shaking you. “Y/N, oh my god, that’s so —” Her gossipy tone turned into one of concern. “But what about San?”

“What about San?” you grumbled, internally annoyed that all you could think about was San when Mingi’s tongue was down your throat. “He probably already did the same thing, considering how torched he is.”

She sighed, sinking into the couch, very well aware of how San truly felt about you, last Christmas, and how much he wanted to turn things around. Of course she would know. She had to hear it from Seonghwa, who in turn heard it from San off and on for the entire year, but she wasn’t about to speak for him. He would have to do that himself.

“Are you going to play truth, dare, or drink with us?” Mingi suddenly asked you, leaning his hip against the side of the couch, causing you and your friend to look up at him.

“Ehh.” You shrugged your shoulders at him.

He put a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it, feeling someone’s eyes burning holes into the back of his head, figuring San was watching the both of you from the tree, who indeed was, his hands tightening around his beer and the scratchy pine needles he was holding onto. “It’ll be more fun if you join in, Y/N. How bout it?”

You sucked on your teeth for a second, your eyes moving past Mingi to gaze at San across the room, who was now talking to a girl who had came up to him, your stomach sinking at the clear appearance of his dimples. Stupid caveman.

You stood up, fingers squeezing around your poor beer bottle. “Fuck it, I’m in.”

“Good, good,” Mingi replied, smiling absentmindedly, bringing his own drink up to his lips, as if he wasn’t aware of the disaster he was about to bring into fruition — and all for the chance that he could recreate the events of last year’s Christmas party. It led to him having a pretty, teary-eyed girl in his bed to take care of, after all.

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“Yo, I can’t believe — he actually — I can’t breathe,” someone gasped out in between soundless laughs, falling back into their chair along with their other friends, pointing at San as he trudged back into the cabin past the sliding door, clad in only a form-fitting pair of Christmas themed boxers, wiping some snow off of his shoulders, before immediately going for his mixed drink and tossing it back victoriously, one hand on his hip.

“You bitches really thought I wouldn’t do it,” San chuckled self-righteously, taking another sip, before letting out a low ‘aaah’. “Someone owes me 20 bucks. Which one of you was it?” He held up an accusative finger to one of the girls nearby, who giggled and held her hands up defensively. “It was you, wasn’t it? Give it up!”

The rest of the group laughed in response, drunkenly leaning into each other, gleeful smiles plastered on their flushed faces.

“San’s pretty lively tonight,” Seonghwa said near you, nudging you gently with his elbow. “It’s almost kind of cute, huh?” Poor man was out of the loop, but he was trying, bless his heart.

“Cute?” you muttered, raising an eyebrow at him. “He’s butt-ass naked at a Christmas party. He’s a grown man wearing boxers with candy canes on it. What on earth is cute about that?”

Seonghwa pursed his lips, side-eyeing you. “I don’t know, I just thought you’d agree with the way you’ve been staring at him all night.“

You almost choked on your spit, bringing a hand up to your hair to smooth it out. “Well, it’s hard to keep my eyes off of him when he’s being an annoying ass pick-me like that.”

“But you picked…him.”

“I did. Ages ago, Seonghwa,” you corrected him, watching San out of the corner of your eye, unable to believe that he was letting the girl slip a twenty directly into the waistline of his boxers. As soon as you looked down, San’s eyes were on you, his lips turning into a frown, immediately pushing the girl’s hand away when it lingered a bit too long, his eyes filled with bitter determination. “You know what he did to me. He spent all that time getting my hopes up all year long, only to hit me with the ‘i’m bad with commitment’ card before he left the party last year. That’s bullshit and we both know it.”

Seonghwa sighed in defeat, sinking back into his seat, biting at his lip. “I get what you’re saying, Y/N, I really do. It was unbelievably shitty for him to do that to you, but San…I think he really regrets it. All he talks about is you, Y/N.” Seonghwa turned to face you, gently touching your wrist. “He’s always loved you. He just doesn’t know how to verbalize it.”

You started biting at your lip too, simply listening to your friend’s words, wondering if there was any truth to them. It’s not like you were hearing them from San himself. That would be a different story — though you didn’t know if he was even capable of that kind of vulnerability. “I’d like to believe that, Hwa. I just…”

“Oh my god! With tongue? My virgin eyes!” someone gasped loudly at something, covering their eyes, their friends laughing at his dramatic performance.

“At least someone’s getting some,” Mingi chuckled, while eyeing you, currently holding up the same piece of mistletoe you had encountered together earlier, only this time someone else was under it. Someone that made you wish you had never even came up to the cabin in the first place.

“There’s no way…” you whispered to yourself, unable to take your eyes off of San, who was holding that same girl against him, his hands clutching her hips, his tongue halfway into her mouth by the time you got up from the couch and grabbed a water cup from the coffee table, determined to keep your tears inside your body before you stormed out, but you had to answer to your demons first.

“Y/N, he’s just drunk! He’s trying to make you jealous, okay? He’s being an idiot! Y/N, listen–” Seonghwa tried fruitlessly to reason with you, reaching for your wrist, only for it to slip out of his grasp as you made your way up to San and the unsuspecting woman.

Your bitter, frozen heart quelled you to toss the water at San, watching it splash onto the side of his reddened face, the shock of it sobering him up almost instantaneously, causing him to pull away from the woman and look at you, the weight of his faulty decisions hitting him square into the chest when he saw the tears in your eyes. “Y/N…I…I didn’t mean….I just…” Tears began to form inside his own eyes. “I just wanted you to see me.”

“I see you, San,” you whispered, your voice cracking underneath the weight of your emotional turmoil. “I’ve seen enough, actually.”

San froze in place, while what felt like cement sink to the bottom of his stomach, unable to get himself to stop you from grabbing a freshly opened bottle of booze from someone’s hands and walking away from him.

Your friend tried in vain to reason with you, getting hit with a death glare, before you stormed out. She turned to Seonghwa, whispering “Do something,” encouraging him to run over to San, grabbing him by the shoulders and temporarily keeping him upright.

“San, listen to me.”

San sniffled, his nose sporting a pink hue, as hot tears began to drip down his clammy face, sinking down to his knees, watching as Seonghwa sank down with him. “Seonghwa, I fucked up. I just wanted her to want me. I wanted her to get jealous and take what’s hers. I didn’t know how– a-and her, and Mingi– I just thought maybe if I–”

Seonghwa shook San a bit, his nostrils flaring, his fingers squeezing into his friend’s trembling shoulders. “Get a grip and listen to me!” As soon as San took in a shaky breath and let it out, Seonghwa cleared his throat. “You’re going to put some fucking clothes on, nut up, and go after her. It’s now or never.”

San wiped his eyes, trying to control his breathing. “B-but what do I say, Seonghwa? How can I possibly–”

Seonghwa suddenly pulled him into a hug, clutching the back of his head, feeling San slowly begin to relax against him. “You’re going be honest with her, San. Tell her what you’ve always wanted her to know. The world isn’t going to end after you do. She’ll still be there, and you’ll be safe.”

San clutched Seonghwa’s back, blinking away a few remaining tears. “You promise?”

Seonghwa pulled away, curling his pinky finger around his best friend’s, giving him a firm nod. “Promise.” Seeing the trust inside San’s sparkling eyes, Seonghwa reached up to ruffle his hair, smiling softly. “Oh, and give her that Christmas present you’ve been waiting for her to open.”

A small smile slowly apread across his splotchy face, before he gave Seonghwa a stern nod back, reaching his hand inside the pocket of his coat to feel what had been sitting inside and collecting dust for the entire year. It was time. Things weren’t going to end up like last Christmas. It would be different this time. He would make sure of it.

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With each passing minute, you sank a little further into the abyss of your memories, as well as the freshly fallen layers of snow that surrounded you, splashes of alcohol melting into it whenever you took a lazy swig and dropped the bottle back down at your side. “You dummy…” you mumbled to yourself, sniffling, your warm tears and body doing its best to combat the chilly environment around you.

Once you reached a street lamp, the warm light glowing onto your damp clothes, the memories of last year, that had once been frozen over suddenly flooded into your mind so quickly, you had to lower yourself onto the gravel beneath you, resting your back against the metal of the large buzzing lamp. “Shit…” You brought your wrist to your eyes, smearing a fresh wave of tears into your slightly damp hair, realizing you had been there before, the deja vu hitting you harder than the icy night wind hit your flushed face.

“San, what’s wrong?” You stood next to your boyfriend, watching him simply stare at the Christmas tree in front of him, his hands in his coat pockets.

San clutched onto the present he had spent weeks waiting to be custom-made and even longer just staring at it inside his apartment, wondering if it was enough, if he was enough, for someone like you.

San slowly shook his head, taking his hand out of his pocket to gently grab your wrist, leaning in to ask, “Can we talk?”

“No, we’re not doing this right now,” you told yourself out loud, smacking the side of your head and shaking it back and forth to hopefully send the memory packing, but it persisted, much like the snowfall around you.

“I don’t understand, San, we were fine! We’re okay. Why are you doing this?” you cried, trying and failing to keep San from leaving the cabin, unable to catch the corner of his coat sleeve until you were both under a street lamp, the light blinking occasionally.

San slowly turned around to face you for a moment, shaking his head, keeping his tears at bay. He didn’t know what he was thinking. How would he be enough for someone like you? Poor San simply couldn’t see the beauty he saw in you in his own self. “I just can’t, Y/N. I’m so sorry. I really am.”

“Can’t what? Can you just talk to me, San? I want to understand, San, please, talk to me,” you begged him, your heart sinking further with each step you took towards him as he continued to walk away. You stopped eventually, in the front of his car, your breath caught in your throat. “So, that’s it? You’re just going to leave? Just like that?”

San stroked his hair with a shaky hand in an unconscious act of self-soathing, tears pricking the corners of his eyes, looking off to the side, before gripping the door handle of his car, as well as the felt box inside his pocket with his other hand, only seeing a blurry version of you by the time he looked back up. How could he explain how afraid he was of you and the love you offered him? How his many walls, like ice, were impenetrable, until you melted them away? It frightened him, so much so that all he could say was, “I’m so sorry, Y/N,” before he got into the car and shut the door.

“You…dummy…” you repeated, this time in a whisper, taking another swig from the bottle and choking down the strong liquor, about to force yourself to down it when you heard what sounded like a set of boots quickly shuffling through the snow.

“Y/N,” San gasped, almost completely out of breath from running through the rough winter terrain, bending forward slightly with his hands on his knees to catch his breath, sending puffs of condensation into the air around you. “I have to – tell you something–”

“Oh, now you have something to say? After all this time? That’s rich,” you scoffed, wobbling a bit as you stood up, trying to put up a front like you had done earlier, though your facade had since melted away, your quivering lips and red, teary eyes on full display. “…Go on, San…”

San finally caught his breath, his heart still hammering away inside his chest, reaching up to his head to stroke his somewhat damp raven hair, trying to swallow the growing lump inside his throat. “Y/N, I…I should’ve said this a long time ago, instead of just leaving you the way I did…”

The longer you stared at him, the longer he felt his walls crumbling around him, figuring that he had no choice but to tell you what had always been lingering on his tongue, buzzing in his heart and mind, and swimming inside his thoughts each night when he was alone. He realized it was worth the risk of having to return to a cold, silent heart, a bitter soul, and even higher walls that he could box himself inside of. To him, you were worth anything.

Your anger slowly subsided at the sight of his serious gaze, his warm coffee-brown eyes studying you like nothing else existed besides you. In fact, nothing did, inside his world, except for you. “San…” you murmured, reaching out to touch his hand, but he already beat you to it, interlacing your cold fingers together.

“I love you, Y/N,” he admitted in the softest, most convicting voice you’ve ever heard from him, slowly pulling out the box he kept inside his coat, opening it to reveal a small gold ring with a jewel shaped like mistletoe, gently sliding it onto your finger when you held your hand out. “I love you so much, baby. So much it terrifies me.”

“Oh, San…” you sighed, breathless, bringing your hand to your chest from being so overwhelmed with emotion. After a moment, you reached for his hand, squeezing it, moving closer to him, his confession and gift warming you up more than a raging, crackling fire ever could. “San–”

“If I had just told you how I felt back then, I wouldn’t have hurt you the way I did.” He squeezed your hand back, his chapped, lower lip quivering. “I wish I could take it all back. It’s all I’ve been able to think about– How I wish I could just turn back time and–”

You silenced San’s words with a gentle kiss, letting go of his hand to wrap your arms around his neck, his arms following suit, closing around your waist. You broke the kiss after a moment to whisper, “I love you too, San. Always have.” You caressed his face, making sure he felt the love pouring out of your words when you promised, “Always will.”

San let out a trapped breath of air, hugging you against him, protectively clutching the back of your head, unable to stop everything he had held inside from spilling out of him all at once.

You simply held him in your arms and stroked the back of his head, not noticing when the light above you had flickered once and went out for a split second, only to shine brighter than it did before, the light warming the exposed skin of your flushed cheeks.

❆ ❆ ❆

San sat on his knees beside the crackling fire, adjusting a piece of firewood, watching the flame catch onto it and travel along the cedar, enjoying the warmth on his skin, eventually turning his head back to admire the sight of you bundled up on the couch with a plush blanket on your lap, your hands clasped around a cup of tea, your eyes admiring your twinkling ring, before you noticed his loving gaze.

“Sannie, come here, love,” you spoke softly, taking one finger off of the cup to beckon him to you, sliding the blanket off and putting the cup down after one more sip.

“Coming, baby.” Eyes sparkling, San inched his way over to you, still on his knees, fitting himself in between yours so that he could wrap his arms around your middle, resting his head against your chest. “Mm, you’re so warm.”

You ran your fingers through his soft, still slightly damp hair, waiting till he looked up at you to caress his cheek, a small sigh leaving your lips. “I’m sorry for what I did to you earlier. I really shouldn’t have reacted like that. It was hypocritical of me.” You ran your fingers gently along his jaw, noticing the way he leaned into your touch.

“No, baby, I’m sorry,” he replied, rubbing his hands up and down your sides, pouting. “I did…that to you in front of everyone…It was really shitty…I just couldn’t think straight after I saw you with Mingi.”

Your face fell, your fingers sliding back into San’s hair to play with it. “I’m so sorry. It wasn’t…I want you to know that there was no meaning behind it, love. I was just bitter. And drunk.”

“I know, Y/N. It’s all forgiven, I promise you.” San reassured softly, responding well to your light touches, nuzzling your hand when it came back to his cheek, his fingers sliding underneath your sweater to squeeze into your sides, sending a light shiver up your spine. “But, you know what, baby?”

“What, Sannie?” Your body temperature started to increase as San brought himself up higher so that you were face to face, body to body, his palms settling onto your bare back.

“There’s meaning behind this,” he whispered, bringing his hands up to cup your face, before gently pressing his lips onto yours. You shared a few firm, passionate kisses, your lips moving against one another’s, hearing San whisper something else that sent a wave straight into your core. “Can you feel it, baby? My love?”

“Yeah, show me more, Sannie,” you murmured against his lips, his mouth slotting back onto yours, almost making you forget to breathe when his tongue began to explore the inside of your mouth.

San sucked lightly on your tongue, before moving down to kiss on your neck, his hands moving further up to unclasp your bra from underneath your sweater. “Can I please touch you, baby?” he asked with a desperation that made his deep voice go up an octave higher.

“Yes, please, touch me,” you responded with just as much desperation, arching your back into his touch when he slipped his hands up the front of your sweater, moving your tits in slow, gentle circles, his lips and teeth attacking your neck and collarbone.

“You feel so good in my hands, baby, fuck, I missed you so much,” San exhaled into your neck, squeezing the roundness of your tits in between his fingers, squishing them together, and lifting them up, only to drop them back down into his palms, groaning all the while. He pulled back slightly, rolling the hem of your sweater up a bit, his hooded, dilated eyes focused solely on yours. “Can I take this off?”

A quick nod was all it took for him to lift your sweater up over your head, your bra falling to the floor. Not wanting you to be alone, he reached behind his head and pulled his own sweater off, his sculpted, muscular upper body bathed in glowing, orange light from the fire blazing away behind him. “You’re so beautiful, Y/N…” he sighed, admiring your body like he did the very first time he saw you bare in front of him.

“So are you,” you replied, slowly running your hands up along his abdomen and back down, his muscles flexing slightly underneath your touch, his eyes following your fingers as they unbuckled his belt, pulling his pants down to reveal his cute custom briefs. “My Sannie, so precious.”

San blushed, his goofy smile slowly disappearing as he unbuttoned your pants, biting hard into his bottom lip once he got them off of you. “Baby…” Unable to just sit there and admire you, he reached forward to cup your tits, running his thumbs back and forth over your stiff nipples, lust clearly running rampant in his head and body by the way he was looking at you with such clear hunger in his eyes, his cock hard and stiff against your core. “Can I taste you?”

“Baby, you don’t have to ask, okay? You can have me, in any way–” you started breathily, feeling San’s cock beginning to pulse against you. “–Every way, Sannie. Please, take care of me.”

San suddenly clutched your hips, slowly grinding his clothed cock into your heat, while his mouth closed around one of your nipples to suck on it, his hooded eyes looking up into yours, his tongue darting out to lap at your tit.

“Feels so good, your mouth on me,” you breathed out, running your fingers through his hair, clutching it tight when he swapped your tit for the other, his jaw lowering so that he could fit more of your squishy globe into his mouth, sucking on it desperately. “Sannie…please…”

Knowing what you wanted, San pulled back to spit onto your tits, watching it drip down, before leaning back in to lick it up, his tongue cascading up and down your now slick skin, still guiding your hips against him, your legs already hooked around his slim waist. Your whiny moans were like music to his ears, taking a break from sucking and licking you to say, “You like it messy, don’t you, baby girl? Makes you so wet for me, doesn’t it?”

“Uh-huh, now come here,” you could barely get out, before you grabbed his face and slammed your lips against his, your mouths and tongues working in tandem, strands of spit dripping down your chins, San’s hands squeezing tightly into your hips, grinding against you so quick, so desperately, you were both about to reach your highs just from that.

“Sannie,” you sighed against his lips, caressing his jaw, his cock rubbing against your cunt in just the right way, your body pulsing with the need to be filled.

“Y/N,” he sighed back, pressing his forehead onto yours, the both of you breathing in the same air, the thick, throbbing length of his cock rubbing deliciously along your clothed slit until your lower halves began to jolt, your moans and gasps crescendoing in unison. “Cumming? Are you cumming for me, baby?”

“Y–esss, Sannie, m’ cumming for you,” you cried out, holding onto him as tightly as you could, your nails digging lightly into his back, feeling his muscles contracting. “Cum for me too, please, baby, let me see you.”

San let out a choked, whiny moan, panting heavily, losing his quick, focused thrusts, opting for sloppy, abrupt movements, barely about to get out the word, “B–abyyy…”

You both fell apart in each other’s arms, your eyes never breaking contact, your combined arousal soaking through your respective undergarments.

Once you both caught your breath, San reached down to rub your pussy with two thick fingers, able to see your slit through your shiny, see-through panties, his cum-covered cock already twitching back to life. “Fuck, baby, look at that…you’re completely soaked.”

“Just for you,” you nodded, spreading your thighs open further, pulling the hem of your panties up a bit to emphasize your puffy cunt, your clit pressing into the soft cloth material.

“Oh my god, baby, I need to taste you,” San suddenly whined, squeezing his fingers into the softness of your thighs, lowering himself down to take a deep inhale of your arousal, his head going completely fuzzy, unable to keep himself from drooling onto your cunt.

You slipped your fingers into his soft hair, bringing his face against your heat, sighing at the feeling of his nose bumping against your clit as he took another deep breath, shuddering when he began to tongue your cunt through your panties. “That’s it, Sannie, feels so good,” you moaned, your praise going straight to San’s cock, causing it to strain against his stained briefs.

“Mmmn,” San moaned against your pussy, licking one slow, long strip up your slit to your clit, filled with so much need for you that he couldn’t keep himself from tearing your panties off of you with one quick tug, making you gasp and release more slick, his mouth already on you to lap it right up, his other hand shoving his briefs down so that his cock could spring out against his abdomen, pre-cum smearing across his tan skin. “This pussy is all mine, baby…mine to eat, mine to fuck….mine to fill, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Sannie, all yours, it’s all yours,” you answered, clutching his hair, desperately grinding your cunt against his tongue when he held it out, looking deep into his eyes that never left yours for a second, suddenly gasping out when San spread your hole open, sending a wad of spit inside before his agile tongue slipped inside of you.

San grabbed the undersides of your thighs and lifted your lower half up so that he could tongue fuck you as deep as humanly possible, letting out a pleased moan each time his tongue entered your soaked, pulsing hole. He kept going until you saw stars, going ‘uh-huhhh, uh-huhhh’ as soon as you began to shudder, your arousal squirting out and soaking his flushed face.

“My pretty baby came so hard for me,” San sighed, licking your wetness up from your sensitive cunt and his lips, before he brought you in for another sloppy kiss, letting you taste yourself.

The longer you kissed, the more you wanted him inside you, needed him to fuck his love into you until you couldn’t remember your own name. You needed him so badly, you didnt even realize what you were doing until you had found yourself pushing San down onto the fur carpet below and straddling him, sitting on his lap in a way that showed the both of you exactly where his long, veiny cock would reach inside of you once he filled you up. “Need you, Sannie. Need you now.”

“You can have me, baby.” San’s cock twitched against your abdomen, his hands rubbing your thighs, eventually lifting you up and down onto his cock, groaning at the feeling of your pussy swallowing his length inch by inch. “Fuck, princess, have all of me.”

Instinctively, San began to buck his hips up into you, filling you up so well, you felt a bit dizzy, encouraging you to hold onto his chest, still taking his cock deep inside your cunt like you were made for him.

San must’ve agreed too because he couldn’t keep from groaning out, “Look at you, babygirl, look at the way you’re taking me, taking my cock so deep–” He pressed one hand to your abdomen, feeling the bulge his cock made each time he fucked into you, driving the both of you crazy. “Your pretty pussy was made for me, baby. Made just for me. You’re mine, babygirl.”

“Yours.” You quickly lowered yourself down to kiss him, his hands sliding up and down along your body to feel your warm skin underneath his touch, eventually settling his hands on your cheeks, wiping a few of your tears away when you began to cry from the overwhelming pleasure.

“Cum for me, Y/N…You can do it…Fall apart for me, baby, ” San encouraged in between heavy breaths, slowing the movements of his hips down, instead filling you up in a slow and meticulous manner, drawing your intense orgasm out of you. “Yes, baby, that’s it, that’s it…”

“Sannnn, oh my god, San.” The longer you fell apart, the tighter your pussy constricted around San’s cock, causing him to throw his head back, sweat dripping down along his straining neck, his veins growing more visible when he gripped your thighs tightly. “Fill me up, Sannie. Need your cum inside.”

“Cumminggg, princess, oh my god, baby girl,” San groaned heavily, lifting you up and down on his throbbing length, before fully sheathing himself inside you, coating your walls with white.

Panting, you both gazed at each other’s sweat-covered faces and bodies, knowing internally that it wasn’t enough. Not nearly.

“Again?”

“Again.”

San didn’t waste any time gently pulling you off of him and climbing on top of you instead, spreading you open and filling you back up, sighing at the sight of your mixed arousal forming a ring around the base of his cock each time he pounded himself into you. “You’re so full of my cum, baby…so full of my cock, aren’t you, pretty girl?”

“So full for you, Sannie, don’t stop,” you gasped, hardly able to breathe with the way he had you folded up, your legs over his shoulders, his cock slamming so deep inside you that you swore he was hitting your womb.

“Wasn’t gonna,” San exhaled, chuckling softly, his lips curling up to give you a smile, his eyes creasing with amusement. “Need to show you my love.”

“Show me, baby,” you sighed affectionately, smiling back at him, giggling at the sight of his eyes lighting up, before you pressed a kiss to his lips.

The wet, sloppy sound of your bodies joining together over and over filled up the otherwise quiet cabin, along with your harmonious moans, the remaining pieces of firewood still crackling away beside you. Time seemed to stop completely. It was just you and him, coming undone together for what seemed like a lifetime.

You both ended up back on the couch, your limbs and bodies entangled, snuggling together underneath the cozy blanket, talking with each other about anything and everything until your eyelids grew heavy, leading you to drift off, your fingers clasped together.

Before you could fully fall asleep, you nuzzled your cheek against San’s chest, gently inhaling his comforting scent. He smelled like aftershave, warm cedar wood, and spiced cinnamon. It reminded you of your time there at the cabin, the memories you spent together, both good and bad, swirling together to form a comfortingly bittersweet concoction, one that you would consume in every lifetime.

“San,” you whispered softly into the darkness, the fire beside the both of you now ashes and smoke.

“Yes, Y/N?” he whispered back, his arms closing around you protectively.

You sighed against his skin, your body and heart melting like the snow would begin to do as well, once the sun came up. “I love you so much, San…” You lifted your head up, hovering above him so that you could look down at him, your fingers clutching his jaw, your expression so soft San thought you might cry. “I want to show you how to share some of that love with yourself one day.”

San smiled up at you, his eyes full of so much adoration for you, it threatened to spill out of him, his fingers running through your hair. “You showed me, Y/N. Through it all, behind every word, every action, I still saw it there. That’s why I put myself first and confessed to you.” He smiled softly, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. “I’m…not nearly as put together as I seem. I just love you so much, it makes me want to be strong. For you. And…for me.”

You didn’t realize you were crying too until you saw your teardrops land on his face and slide down his cheek, wondering if your icy heart had finally melted, and that was why there were so many tears escaping from your blurry eyes. “Oh, San, my sweet San, I’ll be here to watch you grow, I promise,” you murmured, hugging onto him and laying back down to rest your head on his chest, gently rolling the ring around your finger.

San’s hand came up from underneath the blanket to rest on top of yours. He squeezed your hand and you squeezed right back. “Promise?”

“Promise,” you repeated softly, closing your eyes, your heart at peace. “As long as you promise to watch me too.”

San closed his eyes too, a few more happy tears dripping past his cheeks, squeezing you just a little tighter than before. San felt safe. Whole. “I’d love nothing more, Y/N.”

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[bridgetotheskyyy]

Kisame; Size Kink

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a/n: Kisame my beloved!!!!!! 18+ only. Size kink, double penetration, vore-y implications (idk how it happened?? i'm sorry???)

You’d had better missions.

“Well,” Kisame said. “That was eventful.”

He threw away Samehada. Abandoned, it growled, having been denied the promise of a meal. 

“The next one will be better,” You said as much to negate your guilt as to quell his disappointment.

Kisame snorted. Despite the failure the day had been, his reprimands had lacked ire. “As long as I’m entertained, it could never be a complete bust.” He shot you a cheeky side-eye. “But we both know what the problem is.”

Your brows raised. “Enlighten me.”

Kisame’s grin grew more wicked. “I’d rather demonstrate, if you wouldn’t mind.”

“Be my guest.”

“Come, then. I’d like a swim.” 

You followed Kisame out by the nearby lake. He dove in unceremoniously, Akatsuki cloak abandoned on the riverside. He swam with expected ease.

And when he emerged, you admired him: Each step sent water dripping from perfect pectorals, biceps flexing as Kisame raised a hand to drag water from his hair. A navy happy trail ran into his trousers. Sunlight dazzled Kisame’s chromatic skin as he approached, his shadow eclipsing yours.

“See?” he said.

You blinked. “What?”

His wicked grin returned, aided in some way by your absentmindedness. “You’re distracted by me.”

“What?” A blush tinted your cheeks. “No, I’m not.”

Kisame’s laugh was just as devious. “You’re a bad liar.” 

“And you flatter yourself too much.”

Kisame’s cackle sounded behind you as you made to leave the riverside.

“So what is it about me you like?”

“I’m not discussing this.”

“You know, you and Itachi are just alike,” he said. “Far too serious for your own good.”

You were silent, acutely aware of Kisame trailing behind you, your footsteps engulfed by his.

“It’s because I’m so much bigger than you, isn’t it?”

“Oh, fuck off!”

But even then you knew you’d never win against someone who enjoyed this sort of verbal foreplay, who got such a sick thrill out of infuriating you, flustering you.

Kisame grabbed your arm and you whipped back to meet his playfully narrowed eyes. “Then, tell me I’m wrong.”

You ignored the comment. Ignored how you had thought of just that many times over, the immense size difference between you and your partner. Kisame towered over you. And if he so desired, he could easily swallow you up in an embrace and devour you. Metaphorically. Literally.

You had problems.

While in your reverie, Kisame had closed the gap between the two of you. Still smiling, he brushed a finger against your cheek when you stubbornly turned your head away.

“Hm?” He was baiting you and you knew it.

You flexed your cheek away to avoid his petting and he snickered, showing sharp incisors. “Like I said: Fuck you.”

“I appreciate an eager woman.”

In a swoop, Kisame had you over his shoulder and was striding toward drier parts of the lakeside. 

“Kisame!” You kicked your legs. “Kis ― I’ll kill you ―”

“I’d love to see you try.”

“I’m serious ― I’ll have your head for this! Kisame!” 

He lowered you on your back. He was over you now, arms pinning you on either side of your head. 

“Enough,” You said.

Kisame feigned disappointment. “Aw, don’t tell me you really don’t want to have fun.” He smirked. “But there are so many fun things I’d like to show you.”

Your cheeks ran red, but you did not push him away.

“Tell me, do you like this.” Kisame leaned down and licked a strip of his tongue against your neck. At your whimper, he chuckled, the sound low in his throat. “The idea of someone so much bigger and stronger lording over you?”

“Bigger’s one thing,” you grumbled. “But stronger ―? Mfm …”

Kisame buried himself in your neck again, thoroughly kissing, licking and sucking ― the unholy trinity ― as one of his hands dallied south, its laid above your head. “I could crush you, you know.” His teeth grazed your skin, threatening to bite. “I could lay myself on top of you and choke you out― your throat wouldn’t even fit in my hand.”

You whimpered again, teeth worrying your bottom lip. You were truly sick, to be turned on by all of this. You knew he never would ― he valued your partnership ― but no lies had been told.

Kisame’s rumbling laugh shuddered your earlobe. “I know what else might not fit …”

He’s such a dick. You arched into him, resistance waning as Kisame’s hand cupped the plump, swelling lips of your cunt through your panties. He’d long since undone your bottoms and worked his way into them, and now two fingers slowly swept against the wet patch sitting between your lips. 

“Fuck …” Your heel bit into one of his legs at the feel of his fingers infiltrating your panties. “Fuck, do it, then. Get me ready for your cock, ngh!”

Kisame cackled. “I don’t think I have enough fingers for that.”

“Oh, shut up! You’re not as funny as you think you ar ― aahha!”

Kisame plunged two fingers inside you. The sudden intrusion stopped your words in their tracks; your eyes widened as his massive digits coaxed your wetness to spill forth. You moaned, bucking your hips forward. 

“Looks like you’re helping me out quite a bit,” he said. “So wet already and I haven’t even ― mm …”

Kisame hadn’t lied; his fingers filled you out so completely; yours never felt like this, never reached so deep. Kisame tapped and dribbled his fingers against the eager spongey surface of your g-spot.

“A ― ahah, oh …!” 

You could be spotted out in the open. Would anyone even see you under the mountain of the man that was Kisame? His giant form would shroud you completely.

“Atta girl,” he said amid your moaning. “Might as well get both holes ready,”

One of Kisame’s fingers had snuck to your ass, tapping the puckered hole. Your eyes were still wide, lips parted as he lifted away from you and sat on his knees.

You throbbed around the fingers still playing in your pussy, enthralled by his admission. 

Your mind whirled as Kisame’s full attention lay on your nether regions, prepping and probing you on both fronts. How big would he be? You could almost feel your walls shuddering in anticipation at how they would be stretched. 

And what did he mean by both holes? How long would he keep you on this riverside, fucking you from every end?

Kisame sent his fingers farther, gouging a surprised moan out of you, your mouth forming a perfect o.

“Kisame, I ― oh …!”

“If you’re making all this noise, you’re clearly not ready for what comes next.” Kisame’s other hand worked on shoving down both his trousers and yours. 

You attempted to rise. Poor mistake: Kisame gripped your throat, forcing you backward into the grass. Your eyes widened, and for a second fear and arousal flooded through you like water through dam at his possibly doing what he imagined seconds ago. But Kisame only shadowed you, bearing his weight, a new, perceptible hardness lodged between your bodies. 

“Look at this,” he ordered, and he lessened his grip on your throat to allow your head to bend forward and see his cock ― cocks.

Bo ― both of them bigger than even you had anticipated.

“Think you can take them both, sweetheart?”

You gaped, mouth watering as Kisame positioned his cocks beside both entrances.

He thrusted inside of you. With a gasp, you clutched at his sides with stiffening legs. His fingers were nothing in comparison to this. The double penetration blindsighted you totally, your mind went blank as he filled you to capacity.

“You ― fucking ― ah ― disappear underneath me,” Kisame said. “Anyone walking by would think I was just ― nrgh ― spearing my cocks into the grass.”

Holy shit. It was true. Kisame’s silhouette, elongated by the eager sun, dwarfed you. You hung on to him as he deepened his thrusts, ragdolling you in the grass, the frantic motions sure to leave burns under your ass and thighs.

Everything, everywhere, overwhelming. That was Kisame. He tauntingly licked the shell of your ear, groaned into your side in a way that signified his nearing end. 

“Such good little holes you’ve got, taking me in so good like this,” Kisame huffed. “Stronger than they look, too.” 

You were not far behind, frantically speared into two holes at once. Your eyes rolled in the back of your head, the friction as excruciating as it was marvelous.

“What do you say, little girl?” he said. ‘How ‘bout I drown you in my come?”

Whether you managed to say yes aloud or not you’d never know, for Kisame plunged his fingers, soaked with your juices, into your mouth, your natural salt invading your tastebuds as he fucked into you. 

The sensory overload was too much; you sucked his fingers into your mouth, sufficiently fucked in all of your holes. And you barely registered the roar he gave as you clenched and came around both of his cocks. Your legs spasmed at Kisame’s side, biting your nails into his forearms. He continued to animalistically rut into you, stimulating your clit with the aimless friction of his hips.

“Ki ―” His name died on your lips as his fingers pressed into your tongue. His mouth brushed against your cheek, shark teeth dangerously close to your flushed skin, as he painted your inner walls white. 

Kisame withdrew everywhere; you were haunted by the sudden emptiness. You attempted to stifle a whimper and failed miserably. Would you ever be so perfectly full again? 

When you came to entirely, still in the midst of catching your breath, Kisame was also still hovering above you with a smile gentler than all the others.

“That was fun,” he said casually.

The light of day was dimmed by his shadow. And, poised beneath him, you were sure you looked vulnerable enough to eat.

[kaleb-is-definitely-sane]

Okay but am I the only one with a special love for declarations of love that border on religious/sacrilegious?

I mean i just love that “my future husband becoming to me my whole world; and more then the world: almost my hope for heaven. he stood between me and every thought of religion… i could not, in those days, see god for his creature: of whom i had made an idol” "heaven did not seem to be my home and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth" "heaven and hell were words to me" "do not swear at all. or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, which is the god of my idolatry, and I'll believe thee" "he knows himself to be equal to the gods" "that man seems to me to be equal to the gods who is sitting opposite you" "if love is a religion, i'll worship you morning and evening" "i love you so much my heart names you after gods" "she's a goddess. my muse, my lover - i worship her devotedly and sacrifices daily and she loves me back with a savage barbarism only the greek goddesses could" "she's a myth, she's a legend. one look at her is sure to lock you out of heaven" "i want to devour you. you want to devour me. so let's consume each other. it's communion - though it sure doesn't look like church" "in the crooks of your body i find my religion" "if the heavens ever did speak, she's the last true mouthpiece" "we were like gods at the dawning of the world, & our joy was so bright we could see nothing else but the other" "my love is not idolatrous, okay? that’s bullshit. it’s not. i’m just saying it’s theological perfection, that’s all. like the Holy Trinity, but a hundred times better" "take me to church: i'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies. i'll tell you my sins, and you can sharpen your knife. offer me that deathless death. oh good God, let me give you my life" "you built me palaces out of paragraphs. you built cathedrals" "women were to me a cathedral. beautiful and religious even. their ability to make worshipers… worth writing a poem for" "i would have come out of eden to open the door for you if i had known you were there" "i slithered out from eden just to outside your door" "my church offers no absolutes; she tells me, 'worship in the bedroom.' the only heaven I'll be sent to is when I'm alone with you" "and if the devil were to see you he would kiss your eyes and repent" "love, for you, is larger than the usual romantic love. it's like religion. it's terrifying" "i wanted to know what I looked like to you. a sin committed and a prayer answered, you said" "she'll give you all your desires but her demands are sacrificial" "there is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin" "he thought her body gave him his first name. he thought her thighs could tell him who he was. he thought lust and love had the same hands" "it's more then love she feels for him... it's more like worship" "to fall in love is to create a religion that has a fallible god" "unholy. killer of men. makes you wonder how much longer till you give in" "if my love is blasphemous, then may i burn i hell" "her beauty is so great that heaven is flawed for the lack of her" "if I'm a pagan of the good times, my lover's the sunlight. to keep the goddess on my side, she demands a sacrifice" "i would put off meeting god in paradise, to meet you one last time" "she is heaven's light" "she is hellfire" "you remember church as a boy. the fear and the passion. that's what she makes me feel" "when he leaves the room, he bows and acts precisely as if he were before a shrine" "we are one person in two bodies" "i am not whole without you" "i need my other half. you are me, and i am you" "o that it were not in religion sin to make our love a god, and worship it" "unable are the loved to die for love is immortality, nay it is deity - unable they that love to die for love reforms vitality into divinity" kind of love

[leezlelatch]

With the Morning Dew

18+ MDNI. Primo x GN! Reader. Fluff, teasing, soft penis play, old men with old bodies.

You wake slowly. The sunlight of the morning curtains you with warmth, and you stretch your body in that pleasant way that relaxes your muscles nearly back into sleep. But the smell of a freshly brewed cup of tea lures you from the sheets, and you open your eyes as the sweet humming of your Papa gradually blesses your ears, growing closer until the cracked bedroom door opens and reveals your lover.

“Ah! Buongiorno, my petal!” Primo rasps, smiling widely at the sight of his sleep mussed love. He holds a cup of tea in his aged hands, settled carefully on the saucer with the bluebell design. “How were your dreams?”

“Full of you,” you answer, smiling sweetly as you take the warm cup from his hands. Primo’s eyes sparkle, and he leans down to drop a kiss to your forehead.

“You seek to tempt me so early?” He gently teases, fingers sliding down your cheek to tap your chin. “Drink your tea.”

You smile, satisfied with yourself, and take a sip, citrus bursting across your tongue. Primo moves around the bed and settles in beside you, sliding across the sheets with a soft grunt. He breathes out a sigh and adjusts his robe, and you lean into the warmth of his body. Primo’s arm wraps around your waist, a large hand splayed across your belly.

“I intended to wake with you, petal, but these old joints protested rather painfully,” he sighs, eyes watching you tenderly as you enjoy your tea. “They argue when I lay down, and they kick up such a fight when I stand up!”

“We could stay in bed today,” you suggest, setting your cup aside on the bedside table. You shift to rest against his side, pressing your face into his robe to calmly breathe in his scent. “I could get that lovely herbal cream, and show your joints who this body really belongs to.”

Primo laughs, carefree and happy, and he squeezes you to him, placing a kiss in your hair. “Amore mio, my silly one. I shan’t argue with that, although I must request a…a…,” he snaps his fingers in thought. “Ah, sì, rain check.”

“Something going on today?”

“I agreed to speak with a few initiates on the significance of the unholy trinity - the Almighty, the Antichrist, and the Ghost.”

“Oh, Professor Primo,” you giggle, your cheeks pink with mirth. He shoots you a look and pinches your nose, giving it a little wiggle.

“I see you forget you are in the presence of the Unholy Father Papa Emeritus I,” he growls.

“On the contrary,” you press your lips to the hollow of his neck. “You remind me quite often.”

His growl settles into a low purr, and Primo’s grip on you tightens. He tilts your head up with a finger and claims your lips. Well-practiced and thorough, the man plunders your mouth with lips and tongue, effectively silencing you under the power and sensual grace of the first Papa.

You part for a breath, and manage to speak even as he draws you back for more. “Maybe if we don’t have time for a massage, I could help you relax in another way,” you whisper, fingers pulling at his robe.

Primo’s hand finds your hair, tangling his fingers in the strands as he settles further into the pillows and watches you with darkened eyes as you untie his robe and part it. He’s completely nude underneath, a reflection of many years of life and good Italian food.

His cock lies soft against his thigh, and you press little kisses from his belly downward, his hand gentle, yet guiding on the top of your head. You nuzzle against his softness, sliding your tongue along the length of him. His cock twitches with interest, perhaps swells a little, but ultimately remains as is, and you find your Primo to be so incredibly perfect. Just the way he is.

Soft play has become one of your favorite things, something you’ve learned in your time with your Papa. And the way he sighs, his jaw falling slack, as your fingers explore him is enough to make you pant in need, your thighs rubbing together, desperate for some kind of friction.

Primo’s fingers tighten in your hair and he pins you with a look of promise. “Amore, you will be hoarse from the cry of my name before I leave this room.”

Your cheeks flush and you moan around him, his hips jumping, and he smiles at you predatorily. “Good Petal,” he murmurs.

Your fingers massage his balls, ensuring that every inch of him is attended to, and when he climaxes, it isn’t messy, isn’t intense. It’s a breath of relief, a relaxation of his muscles, and the gentle trembling of his thighs. Primo looks nearly in a daze when you come back up his body to kiss his lips, and he smiles so dreamily at you.

“How did I find you?” He whispers, rubbing his nose lovingly against yours. “What did I do? My precious. Amore mio.”

You cradle his face in your hands and smile. “You were just…Primo, and that makes all the difference.”

[thegamingcatmom]

Dating Tips with Bella Swan

Listen-

The two menaces asking Bella for dating advice (much) later in The Sisters cause, yknow, she's a human.

And MC is a human.

Do I need to say more?

...

Tanya: *scoots incredibly closer to Bella*

Bella: *thinks she's about to either get eaten or hit on but doesn't wanna say anything in case she truly does get eaten for her audacity*

Tanya: "So..."

Bella: *starts sweating*

Tanya: "You are a mortal...are you not?"

Bella, scared (and curious) where this is going: 👀

Tanya, unhinged unbothered: 👁️👁️ + 🔴

Bella, attempting to crack a joke (dear god): "Uh...I think so? Last I checked? I mean, heart's still going strong and all, hah..."

Tanya: "..."

Bella: *gulps*

Tanya: *scoots even closer*

Bella: *gay panic*

Also Bella: *...Wait what-*

Tanya: "Help me out then, mortal. What kind of establishment would you recommend if one was attempting to...court you?"

Bella: *gay panic intensifies*

Bella: "Uhhh, I...I mean-"

Tanya: 👁️👁️ + 🔴

Bella: "...What?"

Tanya: *dramatic sigh*

Bella: *sweating intensifies*

Tanya, who can´t believe she has to spell it out: "What is your diet?"

Bella: "..."

Tanya: "..."

Bella: "...My...my diet?"

...

Tanya, hissing: "Preboha-!"

Bella, well and truly fearing for her life at this point: 💀💧

Tanya: *takes a deep breath to stop herself from doing something that will land her in the doghouse (...again) because her love has grown quite fond if this mortal indeed...unfortunately*

Tanya, trying to remain patient (and failing miserably cause girl´s got a serious case of blue balls): "I realize your kind struggles with grasping concepts that go beyond the basic needs of ingestion, defecation and rest, but I truly fail to see which part of my question has been too difficult for your simple mind to-"

Kate: *plonks herself down on Bella´s other side, (thankfully) cutting Tanya off and nearly giving Bella a heart attack*

Kate: "Insulting the human? Yeah, I´m sure that totally contributes to getting you laid. Good job, sis."

Tanya: *eye starts twitching*

Bella: *gay panic reaches its maximum*

Kate, without missing a beat: "Get that stick out your ass, will ya? That´s not how you deal with them. Look at her, she´s terrified!"

Tanya: *actually takes a moment to have a proper look at-*

Bella: 💀💧

Tanya: "..."

Kate, snickering: "Always such a charmer."

Tanya, seething: "Fine. You try it, then. Show me how to deal with them, oh great master of romance."

Kate, gloating: "About time someone recognizes my true talent."

Tanya: 😑

Kate: 😁

Bella: 💀💧

Kate: "Alright, human. Eyes on-hello? *sounds of finger snapping* Hey, eyes on-yes, good. That´s a good human. Alright, listen..."

Kate: *pauses for dramatic effect*

Bella: 👀💧

Tanya: 👀

Kate: "...What does one have to do to make those panties drop?"

Bella: *malfunctions*

Tanya, closing her eyes in utter despair: "Pane zmiluj sa..."

Irina, (thankfully) walking up to them: "Hey. Mortal. The Pixie asked for you."

Bella: *girl´s up and on her way so damn fast-*

Also Bella, under her breath: "Thank you, Alice..."

The Unholy Trinity: *watches her go*

Irina: *turns to face her sisters*

...

Tanya & Kate: "...What?"

Irina: "Oh, nothing. I´m merely wondering - how much lower can you two sink?"

Tanya & Kate: 👁️👄👁️

...

Irina: *proceeds to walk away*

Irina, under her breath: "Neuveriteľné..."

Tanya & Kate, at each other: 👀

MC: *walks up to them*

Tanya & Kate, as if a switch has been flipped: 👀...😁

MC: *falters in her step*

Tanya & Kate: 😁

MC: "...Uh, have you guys...done something?"

Tanya & Kate, at each other: 👀

Tanya, folding her hands like the sophisticated Dork she is: "...Whatever are you referring to, love?"

MC, choosing to ignore the pet name (as per usual): "Well, Bella just passed me. I tried talking to her, but it was like she didn´t even realize I was there. She looked..."

Tanya & Kate: 👁️👁️

MC: "...Haunted. Like she´s seen a ghost or something."

Tanya & Kate, at each other: 👀

Kate, putting a hand on her chest in a (fake) display of indignation: "And you think we´ve done something?"

MC, totally unimpressed (cause "yes"): "...Have you?"

Tanya & Kate, at each other: 👀

MC: "..."

Tanya & Kate: "...No."

MC: "..."

Tanya & Kate: 😇

MC: 😑

.

.

.

GUYS OKAY-

I love their dynamic so much. 🥺❤️

But there´s your confirmation: MC is...different.

...Meaning: Tanya cba about pleasantries when it comes to any mortal that isn´t her mortal. Poor Bella. 😭

Honestly can´t wait till we get to the part where MC´s gonna interact with the Cullens. (Which will be a while yet, fml. 💀)

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Btw: The plan was to work on Chapter 4, but I ended up making this instead cause my brain´s faster than my fingers. 🙃

In my head, we´ve already made it much further down the rabbit hole. 🐇🕳️

[toopimpabutterfly]

making my INTRO!!!!! or this is my intro. ykykyk. (meet my shitty way of designing intros and stuff too,)

HIHI call me Jésus I'm 16 Apache Mexican American. With some other stuff cause yeah. just mentioning that cause. I will say a lot of stuff yk. I'm autistic and scitzohenic but PLEASEEEE I NEED FRIENDS and PEOPLE TO talk to about my current interests!!!

MOVIES

Oh to go. on ABOUT THIS.. here's my letterboxd I fucking love movies.

DOGMA, MOONLIGHT, CLERKS, NATURAL BORN KILLERS, GOOD WILL HUNTING, FIGHT CLUB, NAKED LUNCH, FEAR AND LOATHING IN LAS VEGAS, CONSTANTINE, HELLBBOY, GUMMO, MAD MAX + FURIOSA, GODZILLA, I SAW THE TV GLOW, AVATAR, JACKASS, MID 90S, STRAIGHT OUTTA COMPTON, I LOVE YOU PHILIP MORRIS, WEEKEND AT BERNIE'S, FRIDAY, THE MATRIX, JAY AND SILENT BOB STRIKE BACK, THIRTEEN, REQUIEM FOR A DREAM, TRAINSPOTTING, THE PEOPLE VS LARRY FLYNT, DUCK TILL DAWN, THE WATERMELON WOMAN, DONT BE A MENACE TO SOUTH CENTRAL, BOYZ IN THE HOOD, 12 MONKEYS, MENACE II SOCIETY, WATCHMEN,MALL RATS, KIDS and a lot more.. coughs.

TV SHOWS

PREACHER, THE BOYS, THE MAXX, ÆON FLUX, THE BOONDOCKS, LOITER SQUAD, CLERKS ANIMATED, AQUA TEEN HUNGER FORCE, BOJACK HORSEMAN, BEVIS AND BUTTHEAD, JACKASS THE SERIES, SMILING FRIENDS, THE ERIC ANDRE SHOW, FUTURAMA, KING OF THE HILL, MORAL OREL, BLACK DYNAMITE, HOME MOVIES, SPACE GHOST COAST TO COAST, THE OBLONGS, and more stuff again. Assume that a lot tbh.

MUSIC

THE BUTTHOLE SURFERS, KENDRICK LAMAR, ICE CUBE, N.W.A, BLACK FLAG, DEAD KENNEDY'S, LEONARD COHEN, NINE INCH NAILS, OUTKAST, TYLER, THE CREATOR, NAS, DR DRE, BONE THUGZ, QUASIMOTO, EAZY-E, KMFDM, ALEX G, WEEN, CHEMLAB, JANE'S ADDICTION, GERMS, ANGRY SAMOANS, NEW ORDER, JOY DIVISION, COWBOY JUNKIES, JESUS LOVES JUNKIES, PIXIES, DINOSAUR JR, HOOTIE AND THE BLOWFISH, THE VELVET UNDERGROUND, THE DEAD MILKMEN, NECROS, CIRCLE JERKS, HOLE, and a lot more. I love hardcore punk, crust, hip-hop, rap, and basically everything tbh.

MISC + FIXATIONS

I love comics like the Punisher, The Maxx, Preacher, Bratpack, the clerk's comic, Watchmen, Hellboy, little things. I like reading, TOO . I LOVE HUNTER S THOMPSON!!! Mostly Fear and Loathing in las Vegas, Hell's Angels, and the Campaign Trail 72, and other books like Revolt of the Cockroach People, Get in The Van. Little books like that sorta. GAMES TOO I like Faith the unholy Trinity, DOOM, POSTAL, GTA, DUSK, and a few others!

I collect DVDS, games, VHS tapes, books, CDs, records, laser discs, literally any piece of physical media . All of it. I like conspiracy theories, civil rights activists, some art history, Malcolm X. I'm a punk I go to local shows and stuff and might sometimes post that when I can. I have a HUGEEE fixation rn on Dogma(1999) and Kendrick Lamar. But I heavily enjoy the viewaskew universe rn and want to interact with more of the little fandom please... my dad got me into the movies and we watched them all together n stuff. I do powerlifting as a hobby and like to go on walks around my town and say nonsense please interact. I will post whatever I want here really tbh.. BYE.

TAGS!!!

#toopimpabutterfly <- tag for everything I post

#TPAB lyric posts <- me lyric postin, nuff said.

#TPAB rants <- mostly vent or ranting about my horrible life. how fun

I got socials too, discords are irlwillhunting MAIN and h0peeradicated as alt. My Instagram is topimpthebutterfly . Spotify is here .

[jazzically]

the magnus protocol episodes 4 through 7 — my live reactions not clickbait

magp 4

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD IS THIS THE STATEMENT AND/OR ORIGIN OF ALFRED GRIFTER

omg i love how the literal only reason for hearing statements from the 1800s is gwen being behind on her work

ALSO I FRICKING LOVE THE MAGNUS PROTOCOL THEME

Oh my lord you know it's a good sidequel when you can already feel the itch to relisten to everything you just listened to

magp 5

Ok i do not know whether we say "a blast from the past" in America but i have heard that phrase like five times now from Brits all on the RQ magnus feed so im wondering if that's just an alexander j newall thing or !!! what (love it tho. i love it)

faith the unholy trinity referenced???? faith the unholy trinity!!!!!!?

aint no way he won the contest by coincidence LMAO

OOOH THIS IS SUCH A COOL FORMAT!!! ahh ... just how many ideas do they have for digital first-person storytelling mediums?? cuz with every new one i am fascinated

i wonder if jonny just flipped between soft speaker and robot while recording or if "[UNINTELLIGIBLE]" is a digital insert. if it's the latter i am VERY impressed although it's characteristic of jonny at this point lol

OOOooooOOoOoO personal relation is always extra spookyyy

i am also extremely impressed by the similarity in writing style. i can see it (in a good way) now that i'm looking harder, but i would never have guessed jonny didn't write all the episodes

also i just love how alex and jonny swap announcer roles sometimes (jonny as credits, alex as title/episode) for tmp

NOTE TO SELF: check out the cellar letters!!!!! omfg!!! it sounds fire!!!!

magp 6

aw that's such a sweet dedication message

URGH HAVE I MENTIONED I LOVE THE TMAGP THEME

i always wondered what the muffled falling-down-the-stairs noise at the end of the original theme was. it always put me in mind of the aesthetic of the beginning of portal 2 (and, later, the Buried coffin) idk why

I LOOOVE ALL OF THESEEEE none of them have been hard to get through at all?? which is rare for me bc i fail to pay attention to things for long unless they come in more than two forms of stimulus simultaneously (video + music, audio + fidget toy, video + candle)

AWIEE SAM AND CELIA 😭😭😭

Yes alice you do that matchmaking you are SUCH a girlboss

magp 7

OMFG CELIA DEFINITELY KNOWS SOMETHING

lmao jonny says ree instead of err ee now (for "re:"/regarding)

[ThEory time babes woooOoO]

heyyyy is this one of those other worlds that the fears got banished to. actually what happened to the dread powers? am not exactly clear on that (i hope it's on purpose). maybe the place where the dread powers exist alongside "our world" in tma is also adjacent to other worlds in exactly the same way?? like how a hexagon can be adjacent to six other hexagons??? that'd be sick and it would also explain why there wasnt an overwhelming amount of supernatural incidents in "our world" such that everyone was familiar with the dread powers and normalized safety procedures and such ... interesting au idea ... also the idea jonny proposed about a post-apocalypse world in the s5 qna... that one is cool too............ writers get on that (/j/j/j)

is tmp a separate world ??? they only said it was in the same universe as tma iirc

[wild speculation over]

RAAAAAA i LOVE the robotic voices' VAs' abilities to slowly transition into humanlike speech

cLaYtOn!!!!!? do i know that name or am i going crazy

perhaps i am yet again thinking of the worker of clay (see previous post)

LOOOLL "better than norris, whiny little toad"

OHMYGFUCKING GOD WAIT I RESCIND MY EARLIER STATEMENT!!!!!! THAT'S CANONICALLY JONATHAN SIMS' FRICKING VOICE!!!!!!!!!!!!

hehehe ooooh you're evil writermen. how dare you use our constant uncertainty as to which characters you're referring to induced by your earlier repetition when naming characters (really there should be a limit as to how many michaels can be in one story) so that we are still unsure, even with prior knowledge, whether sam's mysterious "john" is actually the archivist or just some other john. good lord (im obsessed)

HOLY CRAP COLIN KNOOOWSSSSSSSS THINGSSS i just adore his role as the town crazy old man

omg alex's writing is incredible

[dorkfruit]

i put this together using my computer's trackpad so the new year is already starting out . bad .

posts: J | F | M | A | M | J | J | A | S | O | N | D

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reflections on the year, my plans for the future, some studies i did, and wips for the next year all down below for those who are interested

tldr; we will be ianthing next year so watch out!!

oh dear lord it's been another year. 2024! can you believe it! i don't talk much on this blog because i have a tendency to talk too much, but it's my little new year's treat, so here we go.

RECAP

i started taking drawing "seriously" in December of 2020, starting to do studies and stuff, and each year since i've ramped it up more and more. this year, i did. a lot of studies. there's probably like at least 200 more in my folder now (not including the 300 days worth of gesture drawings i did), with things like painting, faces, feet, poses, etc. anything i was struggling with, i went right into studying it. my art has been mediocre for a pretty long time now, and it's only the past few months where i feel i'm starting to get the hang of it, which is exciting!

more importantly, i started posting a lot more on this blog. i really like documenting my progress, looking on where i was before and seeing how i've improved. everytime i draw some fanart, im like, oooghh i can't wait to show my (: followers (: !! lots of locked tomb art of course. i've been trying to nail the energy of the different characters, which is why i enjoy books so much, because you get a lot of creative control. drawing ianthe is my fav of course, cause she's my lil nasty, but also i enjoyed doing designs for characters i hadnt thought about before, like judith.

in addition to the locked tomb, we had some new fandoms that got brief moments in between iantheposting: Fear and Hunger, Postal, Faith The Unholy Trinity, and a couple of old ones too, like We Have Always Lived In The Castle and The Merciless.

i posted about 115 times this year, although most of those are shitposts LOL i love posting stuff on my blog and showing people my stuff <3

THE FUTURE

my plans? do more ianthe art, of course. ill be working on more studies, probably going to work on developing a style, and figuring out how to paint. i'd like to do more actually finished pieces, but let's be honest, it'll still be mostly shitpost doodles. i'd like to do more weird stuff. i've been messing around with some gore and NSFW near the end of the year, and it's fun to draw for me. i like idk art that evokes some type of emotion, especially discomfort, and so i find that type of art fun to do, so if you don't enjoy what i've done thus far in that direction, perhaps this isn't the blog for you. i really like horror media, and so i want to do some stuff like that too.

for specifics, i like western type art, a comic book-esque style i'd like to aim for. but i'd like it to be a little more. weird with it. i find comic books often draw all the characters the same, and make all the characters traditionally attractive, and that's boring to me so i'll have to work on finding a way to keep things weird, while also appealing in a graphic sense. the worst thing my art could be is bland and forgettable.

locked tomb wise... more tridentarii art. need to be really weird with it. i have lots of wips planned, like i have a whole page worth of just thumbnails, so i wanna get some of those done. also i had a few animatics i wanted to do. mostly stupid shit, once i learn how to do animatics, then we'll do actual serious ones. id also like to do more comics. i have some comics storyboarded out with my girlies, i like telling a story so, need practice on that. id also like to develop a way to consistently draw them, for convenience sakes, so i'm not fighting for my life every single time i draw these characters. oh and i wanna do some outfit stuff. i draw them in like. generic clothes everytime but i'd like to come up with a few actual outfit designs, that i can just reference back to. and, of course, more shitposts. lots of stupid shit in 2024 for sure. there was something else i wanted to say here but i can't remember.

ART

oki enough rambling, here's some IMAGES for yall to look at i know everyone loves to look at images.

began this year by warming up with gesture sketches (almost) every day. i started with 20 poses (30 seconds each), and then in november i was like. ugh my hands suck i need to get better at hands, so i switched to doing 10 hand sketches (60 seconds each). i want my art to be very energetic so it's important that i do these !!

anatomy studies of extremities because i'm flopping at those -_- ive gotten better with hands but they're still a struggle. i hate feet tho still

need to get my painting game up. i joined an art forum to get advice, and the biggest suggestion i got was working on my values, so i did various value studies. also lots of faces because my faces flop !!

random doodles to work on drawing from imagination. on my "sketchbook" pages, as i like to call them, i'm usually pretty loose and messy, since the point is just to be drawing so often these will suck, but that's fine. i don't think very much when i draw faces on here either so they end up being in my Instinctive Style i suppose you could say

ianthe wip. i was planning to do a few drawings based on the idea of her having Missing Arm nightmares, but the lineart was intimidating to me so i haven't worked on this one more yet /: also there was going to be a toontown gay homosexual toxic yuri comic that i was gonna put here with it but the page is way too long so umm guess that'll have to wait.

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anyways. thank you for reading if you got to the bottom of this! i appreciate all the support that i've been getting lately (extra big kissies for the same like 5 people who always reblog my posts youre the best). and we will be ianthing soo hard in 2024 so watch out!!

[grayintogreen]

WIP WEDNESDAY

I really need to get better at doing this again. WHOOPS.

Anyway, here's a scene from Chapter Two of EaUS! In which we officially meet Clea.

The glass doors opened and out came the new Trinity of the Entertainment District- the Bimbo, the Twink, and the Unholy Cunt, herself- dressed in outfits that complemented one another in cyan and fuchsia and waving to the drooling masses, desperate for something new and exciting and completely oblivious to what was clearly a declaration of war to at least two people present. Velvette snapped her phone in half in her fist. “Our colors?” She spat, livid. “They might as well skin us and wear that to their next function. These cheeky twats.” It took everything Vox had to dull his own rage to a furious ember, buried deep within his internal hardwire to smolder uselessly as an abandoned file. He could control it if he had to and he had to right now, thanks to the cameras that would catch any slight shift in his demeanor and make it a new spectacle to be jeered at and add more fuel to the pyre that Clea clearly intended to burn him on. He wasn’t going to let her make him angry. He was going to be cool. Fucking Fonzie over here. No one was cooler than him. The urge to step aside and vanish into the wiring and avoid temptation to start swinging entirely helped distract him. It would be a flawless plan, a little zip through those well-loved electrical signals that didn’t know how to lock doors against him and would welcome him back like a brother. He could see how much things had changed in a year, find out if the penthouse still smelled like Val’s cigarettes, that heady reek halfway between rot and sex. He could properly mourn the loss of the world he carved for himself and the man who helped him build it. He could gesture to every difference and scream and cry and shake himself awake from the dream that he was ever going to get it all back. Or he could put on his big boy pants and deal with what had been made of it all in his absence. At that rational thought pinging like a notification in the background of his brain, Vox came back to his senses, the urge dismissed. There was no satisfaction in clinging to the past and all the things he no longer had, not when there were better things to dig his claws into. Maybe this time he could keep them… Clea and her two little hangers-on- smaller than her by a significant margin and thus practically eclipsed by her- began their stroll towards Lucifer and Lilith as the most important people in the space. Vox snapped to attention, feet pressed together, back straight, and eyes on the prize. Living well was the best revenge and lost empire or not, he certainly wasn’t slumming. “Clea,” he cooed, stepping in front of the king and queen by sidestepping Velvette, the portrait of a man fully respecting his opposition on the outside because there was an ad blocker where his emotional regulation used to be. “It’s so nice to see you again. How’ve you been?” “Oh you know, it's been here and there.” The hare held out a hand for him to shake. He took it, his grip like iron. “Getting laughed off my own stage encouraged me to expand my horizons.” Vox laughed and it couldn’t hide the acid in his words. “It was my stage. I paid for it.” “With all the money I brought in.” “You were only about five percent of our overall numbers.” Now it was her turn to laugh. With every word, their grips tightened, neither wanting to be the first to let go even if it meant a few broken fingers. “Oh Vox, you never did know how to fucking count, did you?”

[sanjoongie]

FFF~ Day 14 <3

♡Pairing: Choi San x Reader (f) x Kim Hongjoong ♡Genre: Smut with no plot :) ♡Au: coffee shop ♡Word Count: 2,685 ♡Warnings: this was completely self indulgent because valentine's day *sobs* dom/sub {dom joong/sub reader/dom san}, threesome, spitroasting, penetrative sex with barrier, oral (m recieving), m/f/m orgasm ♡Rated: 18+ MDNI ♡Masterlist link~ | Previous Day~ Edging, CJH  | Next Day~ Size Kink, PSH ♡Dedication~@downtoamagicalland@mejuiithe unholy trinity beta team

It was valentine's day and your favorite coffee shop was packed. You were pretty sure it had nothing to do with the actual sale or yummy confections decorated in pink and red. It absolutely had to do with the fact that the owners were serving everyone personally.

San had a big heart. Genuinely, he just wanted to serve people yummy food, see them enjoy something small in their lives. His shop was successful, in part due to his enthusiasm for his job but also because you could taste the love for his world in his beverages. 

Hongjoong, his partner in crime who did the baking, smiled widely for you when he saw you enter. He had just finished dropping off some heart shaped cookies that mimicked the heart candies with endearments on them. "Morning, Warm Heart."

You ducked your head in embarrassment and made your way to the counter to order some beverages. You always came here on your way to work to order beverages for yourself and your best friends. It made you happy to know they had something sweet, and sometimes warm, to keep them through the morning at least. San had made it a habit of using his handwriting to scribble the nickname "Warm Heart" on your cup, so that you knew which beverage was yours. He certainly wasn't helping the huge ass crush you had on him.

"Heart!" San yelled as he saw you approach the counter, "I hoped I would see you today! Double points because it's valentine's day! And look!"

San pushed forward a box of croissants with pink icing hearts on them. "Hongjoong filled them with spicy chocolate."

You whipped your head around to stare at Hongjoong who was flushing pink and went back to asking other customers how their orders were. "He didn't have to do that," You mumbled.

San smiled, full of happiness and mischievous energy. "He made them just for you, you know. No one else is going to try these."

You opened your mouth to order when San shook his head. "You don't think I haven't memorized your orders yet?" He pouted excessively, "Heart, you wound me."

"San, don't start with me today!" You waved a finger at him.

San giggled and then went to work. You moved aside to let others queue and you wandered the shop on the pretense of watching San work. His broad shoulders moved as he worked the various machinery to make your order of three beverages. His eyes were focused and his perma-pout never truly left his lips. Your heart skipped a beat and you scolded yourself. 

This infatuation with the coffee store owner and his bakery partner needed to be squashed. They were nice to everyone and the flirting is what made the shop popular. You knew it wasn't real. You just wished your heart knew that too.

"You're not gonna try them?" Hongjoong approached you, looking hopeful.

"I…" Whatever you were going to say died in your throat. Who were you to say no to a man who baked something just for you?

You opened the packaging and bit into one of the croissants. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head and you moaned loudly. “Oh my god, Hongjoong! This is amazing?”

Hongjoong grinned widely, “The heat is okay?”

“No, this is now officially my new favorite thing,” You proclaimed, your tongue coming out to lick the corner of your lip to capture some of the spicy chocolate that had escaped.

Hongjoong helped you with the chocolate and you froze as you watched him suck on his thumb. Why did you feel like some dumb struck high school girl thinking of an indirect kiss? “Glad you like them.”

“Heart!” San shouted, bringing your attention back to him. He had been frowning before you came up for your drink order. “It’s all ready,” He beamed. 

“I hope you make a lot of money today, San,” You smiled happily, lifting your tray as a salute.

“Wait!” San leaned up over the slight wall of the counter. “Try your drink for me? I made it a bit differently this time.”

You tipped your head in confusion but placed the tray down so you could pull your drink from it. You wrapped your mouth around the straw and sucked. The sugary liquid hit your tongue and you gasped. “Mint?”

San nodded, smiling to himself. “You like it, right?” 

You sucked harder, eagerly drinking it. “Oh my god, the best you’ve made yet, San,” You proclaimed.

San looked satisfied, chin tucked into his chest. “Good. I’m happy to make you happy.”

“Bye, San!” You waved and grabbed the tray of drinks again. “Bye Joong!”

Hongjoong looked unhappy but waved back. You left the coffee shop, and delighted your friends with a valentine’s day delight. You shared your croissants and breezed through the morning until one of them pointed out there was something different written on your cup.

You dismissed it immediately. “It’s San. He always writes that. I don’t even think he remembers my real name, if I’m being honest.”

“Doesn’t know your name but writes his number on the cup?” Your friend said in bewilderment.

“What?!” You snatched up your drink, and low and behold, there was a pouty face drawn nearby with a series of numbers. San had to have written it. 

When you were on your lunch break at work, you immediately dug out your phone and texted the number. 

Heart: San, what is the meaning of this?

San: Can’t a guy give a girl his number?

Your heart was now beating out of your chest. This had to be a daydream. You probably fell asleep on your cubicle desk and were probably drooling right now. 

San: Did I beat Joong Hyung?

Heart: Beat him?

San: You only got my number today, right? ^^

Now you were having a full on panic. You rushed to the box of croissants and on the bottom was a neatly written note. I hope you’ll come back to the shop after hours, we have a surprise for you. Xoxo Hongjoong

You pinched yourself and yelped. Yup, this was definitely real. What the hell???

You desperately began to text San back.

Heart: I’m supposed to come to the shop later???

San: Oh poo, he did get to you.

Heart: I don’t know what this is…

San: please, come to the shop after hours. We’ll explain then

Work couldn't have dragged any slower. You spent the rest of the day trying to figure out what the hell was going on. You really, really, really liked the coffee shop owner. Hongjoong was also a delight to be around. Surely they both didn’t… you shook your head. It was stupid and downright cruel to assume anything. You were just going to have to show up at the coffee shop and find out what’s what.

The coffee shop had its closed sign on the door but when you tentatively rapped your knuckles on the glass door. San banged into the door in a rush to get to you and scared you. He quickly unlocked the door and let you in. 

“You came!” San said softly.

“Of course I did,” You replied, “It’s not every day you get the owners of a coffee shop demanding you see them.”

“Today we aren’t coffee shop owners,” Hongjoong said, sitting at one of the tables and chairs. His arms were crossed and his legs were spread.

“Are you aliens?” You joked.

“We’re men today, Heart,” San murmured at your side.

You swallowed nervously. “Men?”

“It’s valentine’s day today,” San started, “We both like you but we don’t want to fight over you. Will you choose?”

Your eyes went from San to Hongjoong in complete confusion. “Choose?”

“Or,” Hongjoong lifted an eyebrow at you, “Take us both so we don’t have any bruised hearts.”

San smiled mischievously, “Maybe some bruised skin though.”

“Ha ha ha,” You said mirthlessly, “Very funny guys but April Fools isn’t for a few more months.”

San grasped your chin in one hand, soft but firm. “This isn't a joke, Heart. We’re dead serious.”

“San,” You whispered his name, still unsure.

“Let me show you?” He asked, eyes glancing at your lips.

You nodded and then San kissed you. His lips took your bottom lip in between his, slowly and sensually kissing you. His hand curved around your jaw, holding you like you were the most precious thing to him in this world. You blinked consecutively when he released you, a slow, crooked smile spreading across his face. 

Hongjoong stood up from his spot and came over to the other side. “Ready for me next?”

Did you really have to choose? “Guys, I don’t think--” 

“Don’t think then, Heart,” Hongjoong cut you off, “Just let me kiss you.”

You nodded again and then Hongjoong captured your lips with his. Hongjoong’s kiss was full of teeth and tongue and you felt yourself being swallowed up by his passion. San was an ember and Hongjoong was the fire. Your lips chased his when he broke the kiss and he chuckled lowly, satisfied in response.

“So both then,” San said to Hongjoong, who nodded.

San took your hand, linking your fingers together and tugged you towards the back of the cafe where Hongjoong baked. Hongjoong’s hands settled on your hips, walking behind you. Once they found more privacy, all gloves were off. San pulled you against his body as he leaned back against the kitchen island and Hongjoong pressed himself against your back. Hongjoong was placing wet kisses along your shoulder and up your neck. He was sucking harshly and you whined about hickies. San massaged your ass and used your body to thrust up into to get himself harder. “He wants to mark you up, Heart. He wants someone to see that you’re already claimed.”

“Joong!” You scolded him and that’s when Hongjoong bit you in warning.

“Careful, Heart, or I might feel the need to mark you up more.”

You shivered and San giggled. “Give me another kiss, Heart.”

You began to not be aware of whose hands were where or what mouth was doing what. You were just a bundle of nerves as someone played with your tits or shoved their hands under your panties and swirled around your clit. Hongjoong was the hard while San was the soft. Where one coaxed you, the other demanded everything from you. The hot and cold wasn’t something you could deal with. All you could manage was to whimper and whisper their names, feeling pleasure that you knew no one else could outdo now that you had experienced two lovers at one time.

“You’re gonna take us both, Heart,” Hongjoong commanded in a rough voice. Currently, his dick was in between your legs, rubbing on the outside of your cunt, getting covered in your slick. 

You nodded in agreement, eyeing San’s throbbing cock in front of you. “Can I have you in my mouth, Sannie?”

“Joong, I think she’s drooling for my dick,” San teased you.

“I know she’s drooling for mine, but from a different set of lips,” Hongjoong responded in kind.

“I…please? Both of you?”

“I suppose you’ve been good for us,” San grinned.

You heard Hongjoong rip a condom wrapper from behind you and you braced your hands on San’s thighs while Hongjoong penetrated you. Your nails dug into San’s sensitive skin, taking in Hongjoong inch by fucking inch. “You’re doing great, Heart,” Hongjoong murmured from behind you. 

San, in complete contrast, gripped your ponytail by the base and shoved his cock into your mouth. You squealed but you were quickly groaning at the picture of pure sin San was emulating above you. His eyes were hooded and the tip of his tongue was between his lips. “That’s it, Heart, take my cock in that pretty mouth of yours, just like you did the straw this morning.”

Hongjoong rubbed your hips once he bottomed out inside of you. San had already taken to thrusting into your mouth. You could do nothing but roll your eyes to the back of your head and groan as Hongjoong started to fuck you from behind. “You let us know if it’s too much, Heart,” Hongjoong said, sounding strained, “Fuck, this pussy is so tight.”

San laughed in triumph, “This mouth is everything. Heart, you’ll let me fuck your throat right? You can take my dick like that, right?”

“San, your dick is in her mouth right now, how is she supposed to answer you?” Hongjoong demanded.

“Oh,” San smiled goofily. He pulled out of your mouth with a pop. “Is it okay?”

Without San in your mouth, your moans just got louder as Hongjoong fucked you. The angle felt so fucking good that you couldn't focus on San’s question for a few minutes. “J-joong!” You protested.

Hongjoong smiled his own satisfied smile at being able to fuck you dumb and then slowed his pace. “Go ahead, Heart, answer San.”

You whimpered, “San, fuck my throat. Make me gag on your dick and cry. I wanna be a mess for you!”

“Fuck,” San cursed, biting down on his lower lip, “When it put it that way, Heart, how am I supposed to hold back?”

You put a hand on Hongjoong’s, where they still were on your hip and looked back. “Fuck me, Joong? It feels so good.”

“Give me your arms, Heart,” Hongjoong directed softly.

So Hongjoong held onto both your hands, holding your arms back, as he gently bounced you against his pelvis. The smacking noises were echoing in the back kitchen. That left you without any control as San held your head and fucked his dick up into your mouth and throat. Your moans stuttered as Hongjoong hit that spot inside of you that urged on your climax. You had given up trying to time your breathing with San’s thrusts because it soon became a game for him to make you choke and gag.

San came first, coming in your mouth and you swallowed it all. His eyebrows scrunched up and he moaned loudly. He pulled his dick out of your mouth and you watched as it twitched in front of you, still leaking his cum.Then you came, your mouth free to shout Hongjoong’s name as the back of your eyelids were painted with stars. Hongjoong fucked you through your climax, your fluttering pussy walls pushing him over the edge. He gripped your fingers tightly as he buried himself into your hole and came in the condom. His climax was a breathy cry, making you wish you got to see the face that accompanied it. 

You whined as Hongjoong pulled out of you and got rid of the condom. San pulled you up and against his chest. “You were such a good girl for us, Heart,” He complimented you, pushing errant hairs behind your ear. 

“I can’t believe!--” You didn’t have enough air yet to speak fully.

San let out a high pitch laugh. “You’re so fucking cute.”

You blushed, reality coming back to you. You had just fucked your two crushes in the kitchen of your favorite cafe. Who were you???

“Heart?” Hongjoong said your name as a question.

“Yes, Joong?” You responded, leaning your head against San’s shoulder.

“We can do this again, right?” You didn’t see it but San and Hongjoong exchanged a worried glance over your heart.

You nodded into San’s chest. “Like I could live without that again,” You chuckled, “No one could possibly live up to that.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” San said into the crown of your head, placing a fond kiss there.

“Please,” You laughed weakly, “You spoiled me. Drinks, croissants and a threesome? Guess you’ll really have to plan for next time.”

Hongjoong wrapped his arms around you too. “You plan on being around long enough for another Valentine’s Day?” He couldn't help but wonder.

You placed your arms and hands over Hongjoong’s and squeezed back in reassurance. “You’ll never get rid of me now.”

“Good” Hongjoong replied, satisfied with your response. “Because we don’t plan on letting you go anywhere.”

♡Masterlist link~ | Previous Day~ Edging, CJH  | Next Day~ Size Kink, PSH

[absoluteocellibehavior]

Tag Game for “People I’d Like to Get to Know Better”! Tagged by the lovely, beautiful @bizarreohmart <3

Last song: “Blonde Dynamite” by Caravan Palace. Man, I love me some Electroswing and their new album Gangbusters Melody Club is *chef’s kiss*.

Favorite color: Purple. No question. It’s a good color!! Can you blame me??

Last book: Gosh it’s been so long since I’ve pleasure read but I believe it was “Thirteen Storyes” by Jonathan Sims! I’m also going to make a plug for my absolute favorite book series “The Shadowhunter Chronicles”. I have all the books and OUGH!! Those are good!

Last Movie: “The Boondock Saints”! GOSH, that was good!! Highly recommend!

Last TV Show: Me and the fam are working through season two of Arcane at the moment! I am sobbing! I am not ok! We’re sooooo chillin- *sobs*

Sweet/Savory/Spicy: SPICY!! I think it’s usually sweet for me but we had Cajun for Thanksgiving and I’m in the mood :]

Relationship Status: Taken >:D

Last Thing I Searched: Ah, let’s see… “Jewish prayer times”! Can you tell that Holy Ghosts religion sharing has been on my mind? HA!

Current Obsession: Speaking of which, Malevolent!! Specifically this Malevolent and TMA AU that lives in the realm of me and my friend’s discord chat. That and now a Malevolent/Critical Role crossover. So, Malevolent in general! I’ve pretty much been living in that Discord server and was even featured on the most recent Malevolent Autopsy! Yay!

Looking Forward To: End of the semester! Christmas villages! Seeing long distance friends! Sharing a Blood and Sand with my friend on her 21st! Malevolent gift exchange!

Favorite Drink: DR PEPPER CREAM SODA IS A GUILTY PLEASURE!! OH IT’S GOOD. But a nice Old Fashioned for special occasions <3

Song Playing on Loop in Your Head 24/7: “Experience” by Ludovico Einaudi. That song has inspired countless stories for many years now. It’s beautiful…

Current Favorite Character: Just one?! I’ll give you two. The partners: Charlie Dowd and Roland Cummings! I’m still listening to Malevolent and I’m working my way through Harlan’s first Call of Cthulhu campaign. I’m in denial about both of them. They’re in the Waylay sharing a Moscow Mule and Old Fashioned and you cannot convince me otherwise (this is a fanfic I’m planning on writing too).

Fun Activity You’d Really Like to Get Into: Book binding!! I think it’d be so neat. I’ve got this hand bound journal that I sketch in and it’s one of my favorite things. I’d love to learn leather work and how to make your own paper! This just combines those two in a perfect way.

Last Video Game: Played? Stardew Valley! I will marry Harvey or Sam come hell or high water. Now, watched about eight hours of lore videos over? Faith: The Unholy Trinity. Horrifying game. Delicious lore. SO good. Father Garcia, my beloved <3.

Last Comic/Graphic Novel: Truthfully, it was the garbage, totally inaccurate comic called “Samson: Judge of Israel” for my Old Testament class but I don’t wanna talk about that unless you want me to rant about modern Christians reading Jesus into the Old Testament where He shouldn’t be read into (*rasa frasas in Catholic Religion Major*). I will say that the art was stunning in it though. The last one I read out of choice was Blue Exorcist! I don’t think I’m caught up with it anymore but that is my favorite manga of all time! Father Shiro Fujimoto, my beloved <3

(Did I just “my beloved” two priest characters back to back? That wasn’t purposeful! You know, while we’re at it, Father Oscar Malevolent and Father Edwin Burroughs TMA, my beloved <3)

As for tagging!! My dearests @rightpastnowhere , @vee-lociraptor , and @rosesofenvy !! I’d love to hear from you! No pressure at all though <3

[indiestsnake]

been playing Fatith: The Unholy Trinity

and I gotta tell ya the speed the game goes from “how is this a cult classic” to “oh god Amy I’m so sorry God have mercy on my profane soul deliver me from guilt and sin” is frightening

genuinely this game scares the shit out of me. Its imagery and sound design is such a perfect flavor of horrific. It actually get struck with this horrible dread that I’ll go to hell when I die when I play it. I love it so much.

[seblos]

how do you think the glee gang would mesh with the hsmtmts gang, if at all?

i at least think klaine and seblos would like, never shut up about musical theater together akfjdlsk. brittany and gina would be dancing circles around everyone. and i like the idea of a tina/ashlyn friendship idk

oh my god i have thought about this so much you dont even KNOW....

i cannot tell if klaine and seblos would absolutely love or hateeee each other like you have the two very distinguished gays of more or less the same taste and then you have daddys money and his farmer boyfriend who are equally as annoying (said with love) but in the opposite regard. i honestly do think carlos and kurt would be besties but i think they would lowkey side eye each other at first.

now that i say it i can absolutely see carlos kurt and blaine all talking about cashmere and seb is just like :) <3

i think carlos and gina would hate rachel tho 😭 the whole hsmtmts gang in general is so omg were so different but were so family and we all play to each others strengths!! and then seeing rachel just dominate theyd be like uh. no

gina would sooo be into the unholy trinity crowd but i think she would also bring them down to earth a little, and i think it would lowkey spook ricky to see all of them hanging out and talking to him bc big red told him when they were freshman or smth that santana put kurt in a dumpster 💀

also tina and ashlyn friendship is gold, and them + kourtney and mercedes as well i think <3 (hsmtmts did just take the glee cast and duplicated it but thats another story 😭)

also need s1 ej and rachel berry to meet. sent a girl to a crackhouse x slipped the lead a bad deviled egg are a match made in hell

[fanby-fckry]

How to Seduce the Radio Demon in 6 Easy Steps

Word Count: 2,323

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel (Web Series)

Rating: Mature

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Additional Warnings: Implied Sexual Content, Implied/Referenced Kink, Implied/Referenced Cannibalism, Past Character Death

Relationships: Lilith Morningstar/Lucifer Morningstar, Alastor/Lucifer Morningstar, Alastor/Lilith Morningstar/Lucifer Morningstar

Characters: Lilith Morningstar, Lucifer Morningstar, Alastor, Brief Charlie Morningstar

Additional Tags: Romantic Comedy, Comedy/Attempt at Humor, 5+1 Things, Polyamory, Open Marriage, Lilith Morningstar and Lucifer Morningstar Have an Open Marriage, Bisexual Disaster Lucifer Morningstar, Supportive Lilith Morningstar, Lilith Mange Ships It, Aromantic Asexual Alastor

Series: Part 2 of The Unholy Trinity ( <- Prev || Next -> )

Summary:

Lilith turned to her husband. “The Radio Demon?” she asked expectantly.

“Yes!” Lucifer answered.

“How did you do it?” Lilith asked, curiosity burning in her stomach like hot coals. “How did you finally tempt him?”

*

Lucifer walks Lilith through his foolproof, 6-step plan to seducing the Radio Demon.

Or, 5 ways Lucifer failed to seduce Alastor, and 1 way that actually worked – as told by one very patient, very supportive, and fairly amused Lilith Morningstar.

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Step 1: Research

“The Radio Demon, or Alastor – he almost never refers to himself as ‘the Radio Demon’ – is an enigma. From the day he arrived in Hell, he had power like no other sinner. He commandeered Hell’s airwaves, broadcasting his brutality and instilling fear in Pride Ring denizens from imps to Overlords. And while everyone knows his name, his sadistic nature, and his taste in music, anything else about him is a mystery…”

“But not for me,” Lucifer gloated, breaking from the theatrical tone of his earlier monologue. “Because I have paperwork!”

Lucifer took a seat beside Lilith and began reading from the files he’d brought. “Alright, it says here his sins are murder – oh, murders, that’s plural – pride, wrath, vengeance – I still can’t believe they marked that one as a sin. When Raguel does it it’s fine, but Dad forbid the humans get involved.”

Lucifer coughed around the word ‘hypocrites,’ and Lilith laughed behind the glass of wine she’d conjured.

“Gluttony,” Lucifer continued. “That’s an odd addition… Oh, never mind, the next one is cannibalism, so that makes sense.”

“Died November 27th, 1933 at age 37 in New Orleans, Louisiana. Death classified as accidental. Cause of death: Gunshot wound to the head – what?” Lucifer balked. “How do you accidentally get shot in the head?”

Lilith shrugged. “Stray bullet, perhaps?”

Lucifer kept reading. “Oh yeah, it says here it was a hunting accident. He was mistaken for a deer while burying the bodies of three victims – fucking incredible!”

“Impressive, indeed,” Lilith agreed.

“Also, that explains the deer ears,” Lucifer said offhandedly.

“Are those ears?” Lilith asked. “I assumed they were part of his hair.”

“I’m pretty sure they’re ears. I think I saw one move, once.”

“Hm,” Lilith hummed and took another sip of her wine. “I suppose you’ll find out when you tempt him. Do let me know, darling.”

“Will do,” Lucifer promised. “No spouse or children, no living relatives at all, actually… Occupation: Radio host and serial killer – serial killer counts as an occupation? Damn, who wrote this?”

Lucifer flipped to the end of the sinner’s paperwork. “Oh, Gabriel. Should’ve known; he’s actually got a sense of humor.”

“But,” Lucifer said after a moment’s thought. “That could work to my advantage. Gabe still talks to me, on occasion. If he handled Alastor’s sentencing, maybe he has some information on his love life? He can be a bit of a gossip sometimes, which would absolutely work in my favor.”

Step 2: Be His Type

“So I got in contact with Gabriel,” Lucifer said, sounding not quite as pleased as Lilith thought he would’ve been.

“What did he have to say?” Lilith asked.

Lucifer scrubbed his hands over his face. “Well, uh, not much,” he told her.

“Oh?”

“I asked him if he remembered sentencing a serial killer from New Orleans and he immediately knew who I was talking about. Good sign, right?” Lucifer asked.

It was somewhat rhetorical, but Lilith answered, anyway. “One would assume.”

“But then I asked him about Alastor’s love life and he laughed – fucking laughed!” Lucifer threw his arms up in frustration.

Lucifer put on a fairly accurate impression of his brother, Gabriel, including body language and facial expressions. “He told me, ‘Good luck with that, brother,’ and refused to say another word about it.”

Lucifer sighed, rolled his eyes, and dropped Gabriel’s affect. “So I guess I’m on my own,” he said.

“That’s never been a problem for you before, my swan,” Lilith reminded him.

“True…”

“So what will you do next?” Lilith asked.

Lucifer shrugged. “I guess I’ll just start throwing mud at the wall and see what sticks.”

“You could always just be your charming self,” Lilith suggested.

Lucifer blushed. “Yeah, I’ll try that too.”

Lucifer flopped down onto the bed next to his wife. “I have… absolutely no idea what his type is,” he told her.

“Did you try being yourself?” Lilith asked, rolling onto her side to face him.

“Yes, and honestly I think he responds best to me when I’m, well, me.” Lucifer sighed. “But it’s not really the kind of response I’m looking for. He seems to really enjoy messing with me.”

Lilith laughed. “He’s learning how to press your buttons before you can even find his.”

“I know!” Lucifer exclaimed. “I’d actually be impressed if it wasn’t so damn frustrating. I have learned nothing, nada, zilch.”

Lucifer began to list the different ‘types’ he’d gone through thus far. “He shows no preference for women over men or vice versa; various androgynous forms have also failed. I even tried highlighting nonhuman features, angelic, demonic, animalistic-”

“You did the goat thing?” Lilith interjected.

“I did the goat thing!” Lucifer closed his eyes. “You know I hate the goat thing,” he said, sadly.

“Yes, darling, I know,” Lilith replied.

The next words were Lucifer’s, but he’d said them so many times over in the past that Lilith joined him, “Because Baphomet wears it better.”

Lucifer opened his eyes to meet Lilith’s, and they each cracked a smile.

“They really do, though,” Lucifer insisted.

Lilith rolled her eyes and kissed her husband until she was certain he’d forgotten all about the Radio Demon’s many rejections.

Step 3: Make Him Feel In Control

Lucifer came to Lilith with a focused sort of look – one that he only wore when he’d put a great deal of thought into something and needed someone to share it with.

“I think I may have figured it out,” he said.

“Do tell, darling,” Lilith replied, ready to give Lucifer her full attention.

“The murders, the broadcasts, the cannibalism: it’s all about power,” Lucifer said. “Power and control.”

Lilith watched as her husband began pacing the room, talking with his hands as he explained his observations to her.

“Even when he’s with his friends or his allies, he always maintains an element of control,” Lucifer told her. “He’s very touchy-feely with people – no sense of personal space for anyone else – but I’ve never seen anyone touch him.”

“He doesn’t let them,” Lucifer said. “I thought it was just me at first, but he won’t even let Rosie touch him anywhere but his hands.”

Lilith hummed, taking a moment to consider Lucifer’s words. She turned them over in her mind, looking at them from different angles – thinking of how she and Lucifer might handle the situation differently.

“So your plan is to make him feel like he’s in control,” she said.

“Exactly,” Lucifer confirmed. “I’ll conceal my power, shift forms, and appear to him as an unassuming, submissive demon – one he can dominate.”

Lilith said nothing. She simply stared at her husband, one eyebrow raised.

“What?” Lucifer asked, incredulously. “You think I can’t pull it off?”

Lilith resisted the urge to roll her eyes, instead kissing Lucifer on the cheek. “I think you’ll certainly try.”

“Well, I tried,” Lucifer said with a defeated sigh.

“And?” Lilith prompted. Lucifer’s tone had all but confirmed that his plan had worked exactly as well as Lilith thought it would – but she wanted details.

“It was working, or at least I thought it was,” Lucifer complained.

“We flirted for about an hour, then he leaned over and whispered” – Lucifer put on his very best smug, flirtatious Radio Demon impression, complete with a Transatlantic accent, doe eyes, and an ear-to-ear smile – “‘I know it’s you, Devil dearest. You used this form twice already.’”

Lilith stifled a snicker while her husband continued to recount this very unexpected turn of events.

“Then he clapped me on the shoulder and said, ‘Playing waif doesn’t suit you, my friend! Better luck next time!’”

Lilith hummed. “Better luck next time, darling.”

Step 4: Be Romantic

When Lucifer came home with a bouquet of roses, a box of chocolates, and a dejected look on his face, Lilith immediately conjured a glass of wine.

“I have got to hear this one,” she said, taking a sip.

“I thought that since he likes using pet names and terms of endearment that he might be the romantic type,” Lucifer said, dropping the roses rather dramatically on their bedside table.

“And?” Lilith asked.

Lucifer huffed, before answering, “And he took one look at me, made this weird, screechy, feedback noise, then turned around and left.”

Lilith couldn’t help it, she just started laughing.

“Lili,” Lucifer whined, looking up at her with puppy dog eyes.

“Oh, there there, my swan,” Lilith said, and patted her lap. In an instant, her husband was seated atop her thighs, his head nuzzling the crook of her neck.

“We can eat the chocolates together, darling,” she offered. “Would that help?”

“Yes,” Lucifer said, still pouting and muffled significantly by Lilith’s skin against his lips.

“My precious star,” she crooned. “He doesn’t know what he’s missing.”

Step 5: Consider Giving Up

“I think I’m going insane, Lil,” Lucifer said, apropos of nothing. “It’s been five years and I’ve gotten nowhere.”

Lilith, of course, knew exactly what – exactly whom – he was talking about.

Truth be told, Lilith felt more than a bit responsible for her husband’s struggles. After all, she’d been the one to suggest tempting the Radio Demon in the first place.

The living world had been in the midst of economic ruin and on the precipice of war, and Lucifer had needed some intellectually stimulating, low stakes entertainment. At the time, sending him off to tempt the up and coming Overlord had seemed like a wonderful way to provide that.

Now, she wasn’t so sure.

“I’m so sorry, darling,” Lilith said as she stroked her husband’s hair. “When I said I wanted to give you a challenge… Well, suffice to say, I had no idea tempting him would be this involved. You can stop, you know. If you’re not having fun…”

“That’s the thing, though, Lili. I am,” Lucifer told her.

“I’m no closer to tempting him than I was the day I first met him, he’s the most infuriating demon I’ve ever met, and he’s driving me fucking batshit, but…” Lucifer laughed. “Damn it all, I do genuinely enjoy his company.”

With a resigned smile, he said, “Maybe I should give up on trying to tempt him and just be his friend instead.”

Step 6: Disregard Steps 2-5

Lucifer burst in as he often did: loudly, dramatically, and with no regard for what might have been going on there before his entrance.

The double doors of the Morningstar’s main sitting room slammed on their hinges as Lucifer threw them both open at once.

“I did it,” he said, sounding as if he was struggling to believe the words coming out of his own mouth.

Lilith met his eye from across the room. “You did it?”

“I did it!” Lucifer repeated, triumphantly.

“You did what?” asked Charlie, looking up from the hell school homework Lilith had been helping her with.

Oh, if this was the achievement Lilith suspected it to be, Charlie should absolutely not be around to hear about it.

“Oh shit,” Lucifer cursed. “I didn’t see you there, apple pie.”

Charlie looked back and forth between her two parents, before seeming to decide she didn’t want anything to do with this.

“I’m just gonna go, uh, somewhere that isn’t here,” Charlie said, scrambling to grab her things. “Bye!”

“Bye, sweetheart! Love you!” Lucifer called out as Charlie hurried towards the door.

“We love you, starlight,” Lilith echoed.

“Bye Mom, bye Dad! Love you both, too!” Charlie yelled over her shoulder.

As soon as their daughter had left the room, Lilith turned to her husband. “The Radio Demon?” she asked expectantly.

“Yes!” Lucifer answered.

“How did you do it?” Lilith asked, curiosity burning in her stomach like hot coals. “How did you finally tempt him?”

In all honesty, she’d been starting to think the Radio Demon would be Lucifer’s white whale. It’d been six years since she’d turned Lucifer on to this little ‘challenge.’ She’d even considered attempting to seduce the sinner herself to see if he simply had some kind of supernatural aversion to Lucifer.

Lucifer folded his hands under his chin and flashed Lilith a downright sinful grin. “Have you ever heard the phrase, ‘the best way to a man’s heart is through his stomach?’” he asked

“Of course,” Lilith said, sighing with the realization. “The cannibalism.”

“Mhmm!” Lucifer hummed. “I should’ve thought of it sooner – it seems so obvious now! Oh, and I was definitely barking up the wrong tree trying to tempt him with sex. He is a masochist, though.”

“Oh, good,” Lilith said. “You don’t get to express your sadistic streak often enough, my love.”

Lilith and Lucifer were no strangers to sadomasochism, but usually Lilith was the one dealing blows. They were each flexible in their roles, but Lilith had to admit, she leaned heavily towards both the Dominant and sadistic ends of the spectrum.

“I know, right?” Lucifer said. “I mean, humans tend to be submissive towards me, but they’re so fragile,” he complained. “I can’t really get rough with them, not even the hardcore masochists. It’s been a while since I had a demon sub to play with.”

“He’s a submissive, as well?” Lilith mused. “I can’t say I expected that.”

“Me neither, honestly,” Lucifer admitted. “He’s a huge brat, and I think he enjoys the struggle for control more than the act of submission – but ohhh Lili, you should’ve seen him! He begged.”

“Oh, how sweet,” Lilith cooed. She would indeed have liked to see the Radio Demon beg; she and her husband had similar tastes, after all.

“He’s so pretty,” Lucifer said dreamily. And oh stars, Lilith knew that look.

“I kind of wanna see him again.” Lucifer turned to Lilith and asked, “Would you be alright with that, darling?”

“Yes,” Lilith answered, truthfully. She kissed her husband and listened as he went on and on about his encounter with the Radio Demon. Perhaps she should start calling him Alastor… She had the sneaking suspicion that this little ‘challenge’ was here to stay.

[thegamingcatmom]

Do you think that vampires in the smeyerverse like the Denali sisters can get drunk off the blood of a intoxicated human (assuming that these feral sisters are still feeding off of humans…at least on occasion) or even after feeding off of a highly adrenalized animal (like the veggie vampires can get drunk or maybe high off of the adrenaline of the animals they feed on if that makes any sense???) If so, do you have any headcanons for drunk!denali sisters x sober!mc who is trying their best to manage three shitfaced beauties… i know this is a weird request but ever since reading your lovely fanfiction The Sisters the idea has been one of my Roman empires for a while now ;)

(Another ask that took me way too long to answer. Apologies! 🫶)

First off: Pls don´t ever think of your question/request as too strange or "weird" to ask. This blog doesn´t judge, so pls don´t hesitate to reach out to me about any HC or thoughts you might have. Twilight or other. 🤗❤️

Second of all: "shitfaced beauties" LMAO, I love this!

Right so, I think there would defo be some effects. Not as intense as the intoxicated human they drank from, but still enough for MC to realize-

...Something´s wrong. And not the kind of "wrong" she´s (had to) become used to.

(We´re in the feral universe here, obv.)

How did MC come to this conclusion, you ask? Well...

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The Unholy Trinity return from some good ol´ sisterly bonding when they (quite literally) stumble upon a very confused MC (girl´s been babysat in their absence ofc):

Irina, strolling towards her: "Well, well...if that ain´t the bane of my existence."

...

Dreadful Red talks to her? And not just that-

Irina: *smug smile starts spreading*

...She smiles at her too???

👀

Is this a game? A trick? A trap that´s just waiting to snap shut? MC´s always known this day would come, but she didn´t expect it to be so soon-

Kate: "Whoa, whoa, whoa, excuse you?"

Kate: *proceeds to violently hug MC*

MC, face squished between boobs: ❓💀❓

Kate: "She was the bane of my existence first!"

Irina: *overly dramatic eye rolling followed by even more dramatic scoffing*

Tanya: *swaggers towards them*

Tanya: *sees MC´s face in places it has no business being in*

...

Tanya: *stomps towards them*

Irina, scoffing: "Please...you´ve been drooling over her like a starved dog the moment you set eyes on her."

Kate: *slow blinking*

Kate: *pushes MC away, holding her at arm´s length as she gives her a quick once-over*

Kate: *violently hugs MC back to her, face squished between boobs and all*

Kate, without an ounce of shame: "...Duh. Your point?"

Irina: 🙄

Tanya, who has witnessed it all: *seething*

Tanya: "Katrina!"

Kate: "Ugh."

Tanya: *indignant spluttering*

Tanya: "Don´t you dare ugh me, sestra!"

Tanya: *grabs MC´s wrist and proceeds to pull-*

Kate, who refuses to let go: "Or what? Huh?... Or should I say UGH?"

Tanya: *eye starts twitching*

Tanya: "Give her to me. Now."

Tanya: *pulls again*

Kate: "Or what?"

Kate: *pulls back*

Tanya: "Or we´ll have a serious conversation."

Tanya: *pulls again*

Kate: *lets out the fakest gasp in history*

Kate: "Oh no! Not a conversation!"

Kate: *pulls back*

MC: *starts to get a whiplash from the constant back and forth*

MC: "Uhh...guys-"

Tanya: "Alright. If it´s action you prefer then how about I go and erase all your progress on that stupid console you spend day and night shouting at?"

Tanya: *pulls again*

Kate: *lets go because her mind´s still processing*

MC: *face goes from one set of boobs to another*

Tanya: *hand comes up to make sure that head stays right where it is*

MC: "Mphf-!"

Kate, sus af: "...You´re playin´."

Tanya: *shrugs*

Tanya: "Am I?"

MC: *muffled sounds of protest*

Kate: "..."

Tanya: "..."

Kate, turning to Irina: "...´RINA-"

Irina: "That shouting is damn annoying."

Kate: 🥺

Tanya: 😏

MC: *hands flailing as she tries to unstuck herself*

Kate, pulling THAT card: "...CARMEEEEEN!"

Tanya: "SHHHH!"

Kate: "YOU SHHHH!"

Carmen, in the distance: "Katrina?!"

Tanya: *starts cursing in Slovak*

Irina: *snorts*

Tanya: "You´re such a child!"

Kate: "Says the one who can´t share!"

Kate: *looks pointedly at a squished MC who´s desperately trying to get some air*

Tanya: *eye starts twitching*

Carmen, who has reached them by now: "What seems to be the problem here?"

Tanya & Kate: *go off at the same time, accusing the other of various things (some of which have absolutely nothing to do with the problem at hand), pointing their finger and all*

Irina: *smiles serenely as she soaks it all up*

Carmen: *eyes dart back and forth between them as she tries to distinguish one voice from the other, trying to do everyone justice, before her gaze lands on-*

Carmen: *Spanish mom mode activated*

Carmen: "Tatjana Espinosa Denali!"

Tanya & Kate: "..."

MC: *muffled panicking cause AIR*

Carmen, pointing to MC: "Déjala ir!" (Let her go!)

Tanya: *releases MC so damn fast-*

MC: *takes a greedy gulp of air as she stumbles towards her savior*

Irina: *snorts*

Carmen: "¿Qué les he dicho a ustedes dos sobre-" (What have I told you two about-)

...

Carmen: *stops to take a cautious whiff*

Tanya & Kate: *start sweating (not really, but you can bet your ass they would if they could)*

Carmen, indignant: "¿Ustedes dos…borrachas?" (Are you two...drunk?)

Tanya & Kate: "...No?"

Irina: *snorts*

Carmen: *turns to her in response, only to realize-*

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Irina: *...swallows*

Carmen, in utter disappointment: "Irina-"

Irina, panicking: "THEY FORCED ME!"

Tanya & Kate: "WHAT?!"

MC: *snorts*

Carmen: *turns to her in response*

MC: *...swallows*

Tanya & Kate & Irina: 👀

Carmen: "...You did nothing wrong, mi amor. You may go."

MC: 😇

Carmen: 🥰

Tanya & Kate & Irina: ❓🤯❓

MC: *walks off with a noticeable skip in her steps*

Carmen: *watches her go, a serene smile on her face*

Tanya & Kate & Irina: ❓🥺❓

Carmen: *turns to face the Unholy Trinity*

Tanya & Kate & Irina: "..."

Carmen: ...🙅‍♀️ (crossed arms)

Tanya & Kate & Irina: 😅

Carmen: 🙅‍♀️

Tanya & Kate & Irina: 💀

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OKAY THIS TURNED WAY CRACKIER THAN I EXPECTED. 😭

(Carmen wasn´t initially planned btw, but drastic times call for drastic measures.)

But yeah, bickering is second nature for Tanya and Kate, so I imagine it only gets worse (and a lot hornier) when they´re somewhat "intoxicated," lol. As for Irina-

She actually becomes quite...approachable? I´d say? She´s a lot more relaxed for sure, and she might even be convinced to participate in her sisters´ (mostly Kate´s, let´s be honest) shenanigans. IF she´s drunk enough, lol.

Also, you know how there´s different types of drunk?

Tanya Denali:

Kate Denali:

Irina Denali:

Tanya is kinda a mix between angry and affectionate and horny, depending on who she has to deal with. She´ll also lose her posh attitude for the most part.

Kate is...Kate. Just a lot hornier. (She basically turns into sober!Tanya, LMAO.)

Irina loses some of her rough exterior and might even start conversing with people she normally wouldn´t spare a glance.

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Thanks for your ask! I had a lot of fun with this one. 💋

And also: TYSM for your lovely words on my fic! ❤️🫶

[venusdian]

S1 | Shades of Brown

0. Prologue

[Spring 2032 – Shades of Brown’s Final interview]

“Welcome to Hot Atlanta 98.7! Today, we have some lovely talent in this building. They’ve been hailed as this generation of the lovely trio known as TLC with vocals of En Vogue and harmonies of SWV but have the Swagger of Xscape. Their second album, Bronze Goddess, is now considered a diamond-certified Album, and their upcoming album has already stemmed two #1 hits and is still charting today! We Have Luna, Ryn, and Venus, and they are…”

“Shades of Brown!” The girls happily announced through the middle microphone. The radio host pressed a button that played a recording of people applauding.

“We are glad to have you this morning! I know, with your hectic schedule, you didn’t have much time to stop by.” Romeo graciously states.

“No! We always have to stop by here! You were the first people to really believe in us.” Venus notes appreciatively.

“How could we not?—” Nautica, the co-host pauses as she reminisces.

“I remember the first time you guys came on here. The CEO of Atomix Records, Shaudae Jenkins, who is my cousin, begged me to allow you guys on air. We had just interviewed PD3, and PD3 had already had our co-sign, but she was like, we needed to hear you girls out. You write and produce your own records, right?” Ryn hums and nods.

“And you also do your own harmonies, and she was persistent that you guys were better than PD3. Which, we didn’t believe at the time, but you definitely proved us wrong. You dropped hit after hit and won several awards, including two Album of the Year awards for your debut and sophomore album. How does it feel?” Luna softly sighs.

“It feels great… Honestly, when I made this group at the age of twelve, I always dreamed we would be big, but I didn’t expect it to be this successful.”

“Yeah, We just wanted a little fame, nothing too crazy, but now three albums deep, we’re considered legends and Icons by our peers. Which is an amazing feeling,” Ryn adds.

“Now, Rumor has it, this final album, “The Unholy Trinity” is your last album together, is that true?” The girls hesitantly looked at each other before Venus let out a soft sigh.

“So, the rumor is true. This album will be our last album as a trio.” The female host gasped.

“You heard it here first! Their third album will be their last album as a trio.”

“So, tell me, why album 3?” Romeo interjects.

“Well, when I joined the group at the time, I never expected to take off as well as it did. Honestly, I ain’t really built for this fame shit. I made enough money from other projects and sponsorships. That I can happily retire with my husband and kids.” Nautica gasped, smiling.

“That is right! You ended up marrying the Oscar-winning actor, Tylas Winter, and just recently gave birth to twins,” Venus chuckles.

“Not recently. The twins are about to be four.” Nautica’s eyes widen.

“Has it been that long?!” Venus chuckles, nodding.

“Yeah, that’s why this final album has taken so long to be released. Between my personal life, Ryn being booked to do other musical projects, and Luna hosting gigs for reality shows, we have all just been doing our own thing, prolonging the final album, but it’s also since we decided this would be our final album as a trio, we really wanna put out a great body of work that can last the fans until we decide to reunite again as a trio.”

“So, is everyone going their separate ways?” Romeo asks, piggybacking on Venus’ previous statement.

“So, no. Ryn and I are still gunna do Shades of Brown and maybe release songs as a Duo. But Venus is out of the game, and we respect her decision. We fulfilled our contract with Atomix Records, and now, we will sign on as a duo until Venus feels ready to come back to the music scene.”

“So, you’re not replacing Venus?”

“Oh, God no! Nobody can be replaced…”

“We’re destined to be together.”

“We rose together.”

“And we shined together.”

“Nobody… I mean nobody! Can replace anyone from the unholy trinity.”