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builtbybrokenbells · 1 year ago

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Gold Dust Woman | V

Unexpected does not always mean unwelcome, but just because it is welcome, does not always make it right.

Read part four here

Pairing: sam kiszka x f!reader, jake kiszka x f!reader

Word Count: 10.7k

Warnings: SMUT 18+, unprotected sex (wrap it), fingering (f!receiving), oral (f!receiving), praise, dirty talk, teasing, slight male sub dynamic ig, begging, drinking, swearing, love triangle shit, you know the drill, sorry if I miss any!

hello lovely people 🤭 so happy to be back again. sorry this took so long, but i hope this meets your expectations. i love you all dearly and hope that you aren’t too upset with me for my small hiatus. i will say that thus far, I’ve kept the lyrics in chronological order mostly because they’ve always aligned with the chapter theme. now, they’re going to be mixed up a bit to fit a little better! anyway, without further ado, enjoy, don’t mind any grammar mistakes, and please be kind 🫶🏻

Of all the situations in the world, you figured this particular one would be at the top of the list for awkwardness. When Sam stepped into your home, the door latch loudly clasping shut behind him, you waited for the dread to seep in, for the whiplash of anxiety that so often accompanied the presence of the brothers. Instead, a bubble of anger formed in your chest. You were mad at him for not making a move sooner, and for only making one after Jake did. Upset at the fact he had no issue involving you in their twisted dynamic, or remorse for playing with your feelings. You were no longer blind, being strung along aimlessly by ignorance and emotion. Danny was right; you were in control of the situation, and you intended to prove that. No more guilt for a situation the two boys created, and long ago, at that. No more pain over a fate they chose for themselves.

Wordlessly, you made a move to the kitchen. He followed, unsure of how to verbally approach the thoughts he was having about you. You located another bottle of wine, calling to you with temptation greater than the one you had for the boy standing behind you. As you cracked the cap, sipping from the bottle with little care, you finally turned to face him. “Why are you here?” It took him a moment to process your blunt inquiry, curious about your sudden shift in perspective from the day prior.

“To see you.” He said, simple and to the point.

“Mmm,” you hummed, now much less embarrassed about your attire, or lack of, rather. It was a great head start to your course of action. “To see me, or to fuck me?” The alcohol was a violent instigator, disrupting any filter you would normally have on your thoughts.

“To see you.” He confirmed again, unwavering on his stance, but his gaze was drifting away from your face and settling on the parts of you he was previously so eager to discover. A smirk tugged at your lips, finding his loyalty to his answer funny. You could tell the truth was not within the words he spoke, and his curious eyes were giving him away.

“Okay, you’ve seen me. Want to leave, now?” The angry part of you had no sympathy for the boy you had been so desperately in love with. Although he was still the same person, the new perspective on him casted a different light, now. One that illuminated faults instead of solely positives. The love was the same, still craving his touch with a ferocity like no other, still so profound that it made your head spin and your chest ache. But, love was subject, because the idea of love in your mind was heavily dependent upon your imagination, reliant on the idea that Sam was perfect.

Your feelings were real, but no longer cemented with the notion that he could do no wrong. The pedestal was crumbling, cracking and falling more by the second, finally returning him back to common ground. He lost his ability to consume you entirely, his baggage weighing him down and giving you a chance to surface for some air. The angelic aura that surrounded him was laced with sin, but it made him all the more loveable. His imperfections lessened his ability, but made him more realistic than before. Perhaps your freedom to close the gap of the power imbalance worked more in his favour than anything else. Your momentary sense of control was exhilarating, allowing you to finally plant your feet firmly on the ground, but it only made you fall victim to him even further.

Love cannot be true without equality, and your new understanding of Sam gave you exactly that. The equal playing field resulted solely from the destruction of the barrier between idolization and acceptance. Harnessing control seemed like a way to regain your own power, but it was your biggest mistake thus far. Choosing to continue your dance with the devil only allowed you to shatter the world in which Sam could do no wrong, and learn to love him despite the flaws. It was only a matter of time before the realization seeped through the cracks of the false sense of control; the power did not belong in the hands of any of you, no matter the belief that it did.

Once again, the devil laughed loudly, remaining baffled at your inability to heed the warning.

“I can’t come see you unless I have a reason?” He asked, eyes still drinking in the way the red lace complimented you. “I like your company.”

“You can,” you nodded, showing him you weren’t contesting him on that specific point. “Just don’t think that’s why you came today.” You watched him, examining his face for any faltering expressions.

“Why do you think I’m here, then?” He asked, challenging you the same way you were challenging him. You didn’t respond right away, unsure of the correct answer to his question. You didn’t want to give yourself away, or let him know that you were aware of his history, but you had to make sure he knew you weren’t going to conform to his rules this time.

“To make sure I didn’t forget about our conversation, yesterday.” His eyes flickered to meet yours, curious that you caught on to his intent so quickly. “I didn’t forget, Sammy.” You whispered, voice barely breaking through the silence.

“You mean to tell me you had no intent when you opened the door like that?” His lips upturned in the corner, a smirk now painfully present. He was taunting you, begging for the upper hand to offset your head start. As much as he enjoyed your company, it did not make him completely willing to allow you control.

“I don’t think you want me to answer that, baby.” As you spoke, a flash of emotion crossed his eye, like a spark catching a fume of gasoline. As soon as it ignited, it burnt out in an instant. You weren’t sure if it was because he was covering his emotion, or if he was really that unbothered by the thought of you waiting for his brother. You were both well aware that the initial invitation inside was calling Jake’s name, rather than his. Still, that did not mean he was unwelcome, and he was planning to soak up every bit of hospitality you were willing to give him.

“So I am intruding?” He asked, expecting you to grovel for him to stay. You let out a small laugh, shaking your head at his question.

“You’re not going to leave, Sam. Don’t pretend you will, because we both know it’s not true.” Instead of focusing on the shocked expression he was giving you, you held the bottle of wine to him, silently offering him a drink. Rather than responding, he took the bottle from you and unscrewed the cap, taking a long drink to wash down his distaste for you calling his bluff. He wasn’t sure what to expect of you, but this certainly wasn’t it. The version of you he’d seen yesterday was much different, timid and lovestruck by him. Now, you almost seemed bored, like you were waiting for him to prove himself to you. He was scared that Jake had already won the race, but fear was second to intrigue; he was enticed by the idea of winning you back. He was enticed by you, standing and speaking with so much confidence, your beauty never shining quite as bright as it did in that moment.

He knew he was an idiot for waiting so long, stupid for giving his brother a chance to make an advance. He was stupid for not letting you know how he felt about you sooner, always keeping his admiration silent and making you second guess yourself. He felt, if anything, he owed it to you to to let you express your distaste for his actions. So he played along, allowing you to rid yourself of any ill feelings, knowing he was bound to enjoy the process, anyway. Any attention from you was worth more than the world in his eyes. He let you take the lead, believing that he was doing it willingly; as much as he convinced himself that it was voluntary, he knew that you had him wrapped around your finger. The nights events would only solidify the fact even further, making the entanglement all the more dangerous.

That was the funny thing about your relationship; you both felt the need to harness control, but were both fools for each other. Desperately searching for a sense of power, but willing to give in at the simplest request. The defensive nature that you both tried to maintain, one that radiated with cockiness and carelessness for each other was just for show. You were one misspoken word away from cracking; the weight of his stare was overwhelming, begging to disrupt your entire process.

“Are you sure about that?” He asked, placing the bottle on the table, freeing his hands in anticipation of an advance. You gave him a soft smile, finding his confidence charming.

“So sure that if the time comes, I’ll even hold the door open for you.” Your words struck a nerve in him, but he didn’t break. “But, I’ll leave it unlocked, because I know you’ll come back.” His eyes were burning into you, making the temptation to reach out and touch him overwhelmingly strong. Still, you stood with your feet firmly planted to the ground, imploring him to make the first move. His head tilted to the side, watching you with curiosity. When he realized your play, a smile crossed his lips.

“So sure of yourself, but you haven’t done anything to make me want to stay, princess.” The pet name shook you to your core, shattering all of your values and consuming your thoughts with anything but purity. Both brothers were so charming, perfect with their words but in different ways. Jake made it unable to think about anything other than him, leaving you without a choice in wanting him. He stole the air from your lungs and made the suffering pleasurable. Sam gave you freedom of choice, but ensured to bury himself in every available thought, making the decision of keeping him around easier than anything else. The idea of choice was false from either side, but the ignorance to the truth was fantastic, making you believe you really had a say in the matter and in turn, making you fall for him further on your own accord. They were both evil, no doubt about that, but you were just as bad for allowing them the power over you.

“So far you haven’t done anything other than give me a headache.” You said, almost as if you were bored with the banter. You weren’t sure what came over you; the back talk, the taunting, the confidence all seemed to be new, summoned at the idea of Sam believing he was winning the argument. Maybe it was the wine, or maybe it was your annoyance with his insufferable attitude. Whatever it was, you had dug just deep enough under his skin for him to throw the act to the side. He was eager to get the rest of your clothes off, and the conversation was giving nothing other than annoyance to both of you. Without a response, he stepped towards you and pulled you into him by your hips in one swift motion. Before you could comprehend the sudden movement, his eyes were busy casting the familiar spell over you, drawing you into him without a second thought. Within a few seconds, his lips were on yours.

Your hand snaked around his neck, eager and accepting of the new position. The kiss was heated, different than the ones you had shared before. The bitterness of the wine lingered on your lips, offsetting the sweetness of your satisfaction. The gratification that coursed through your veins was heavily accredited to his willingness to give in, making you think that for a moment you had won the battle. In turn, that was true in a sense, but it had only laid the foundation for a war to begin. Your personal needs were fulfilled, the agenda was almost to completion, but the nagging voices in your mind were screaming at you to recognize that they were achieved at a cost. You wished, with his hands on you, his lips distracting you, that the voices would cease to exist. No matter which path you chose, there was some moral dilemma begging to be heard above the sinister power of the little devil that was controlling your every move. As delightful as his touch was, some part of you finally begun to understand that it was not the answer to your questions, or the solutions to your problems.

But, you were never one to deny pleasure, and pleasure was nothing compared to what he was capable of giving you.

You felt like you were melting into him, completely immersed in his presence and one with every movement. His hands were steady, holding you to him to make sure you knew he wasn’t backing down. Your chest was burning, heart racing at the idea of finally having him so intimately. Months of tension spent waiting for a moment of relief, begging for him to notice, was finally coming to an end, but not in a sweet confessional. It was heated, passionate and hungry, both of you feeling no need for any sort of formalities. The lust was primal, and seemingly desperate. Whether that was for each other, or just to prove a point, was unclear. Despite his arrogance moments earlier, he didn’t seem to have a plan in mind to progress. He wanted you to take charge, to allow yourself the opportunity to rid yourself of any frustrations or fears that you may have been experiencing previously. You were in control, and he was willing to do whatever he could to please you.

You parted for a moment, lungs aching for a breath. Your hands drifted downwards, fumbling with the bottom of his shirt. He released his hold, allowing you to pull it over his head and expose his upper body. Your eyes washed over his bare torso, wanting to admire him, but your hands were already guiding him backwards to one of the kitchen chairs. You felt like you were in a frenzy, needing to know every part of him and appreciate the detail, but unable to slow down to allow yourself to do so. You wanted all of him, but you wanted it right away. Waiting was out of the question; your patience had withered away long before he showed up at your doorstep.

Before he sat, he took a second to remove his jeans, leaving you both in the same position. Minimal fabric concealing the most intimate details, details that you were both eager to explore. Once he kicked his pants to the side, he allowed you to guide him down on the wooden chair. Before he could even settle himself in the seat, you had taken it upon yourself to make yourself comfortable in his lap. With your legs on either side of him, you placed your hand on his shoulder as you guided yourself into the new position. His hands found your hips again, showing his appreciation for your advance. He held you down on him, the small friction providing relief only for a few seconds.

“How’s that?” He hummed, the warmth of his palms searing into you, branding you with his touch. You knew in that moment, there was no escaping Sam. He had permanently engraved his essence within you, his name knotted around your tongue, his presence making home in your heart and his touch burrowing under your skin. He was like a parasite, showcasing it with his ability to latch on to you and take control, to slowly leech all life from you. The certain death was the most comforting part; you would never have to live without him, to feel the ache if he disappeared. “Still giving you that headache?” He mustered out, almost distracted from his jab by the slow roll of your hips against him. The gentle movement was barely causing any friction, yet it was grand enough to completely break his focus. You knew just as well as he did that your effect on him rivalled the one he had on you, and you were using it to your advantage.

“Shut up, Sam.” You snapped, feeling his hands find the clasp of your bra. With expert precision he unhooked it, the tension releasing instantly and the straps drifting down your shoulders.

“Hey, now. No need to be like that.” He cooed, the soft sound of his voice sending a shiver down your spine. The difference in bed between him and his brother was astounding; if you had spoke to Jake with even an ounce of the disrespect you were giving Sam, chastising would have been for certain, and punishment would be expected. Instead, Sam took the gentle approach, coaxing you with kindness to do what he do badly wanted. There was no authority in his tone or his touch, only need that could not be described with such simple words. He was completely at your disposal, willing to do anything you wanted with little argument. The similarities you’d seen previously had finally begun to divide, branching off to show you the different sides of both boys. Even with the differences, you still found yourself falling further for each of them with every moment that passed.

In one sense, your adoration for Sam was growing larger with every second, faster with every touch he ghosted over your skin. In another, the surge of emotion snowballed into guilt, feeling like you were betraying Jake by encouraging Sam’s advances. You vowed to fight, to settle the score and finish their endless battle for them, but you were slowly beginning to understand that the peace would come at risk of casualties; the casualty being you. Still, you walked into your own demise with content, just happy to be loved in the process. Your willingness to sacrifice your own sanity stemmed from the fact that the feeling of being loved by both boys was too grand to deny. As much as you wanted to believe your intent was selfless, that it was to protect lovers from future conflict like such, it was not wholly true. The biggest force was solely the desire to be with them, to be needed by them. You were drowning in your own feelings, but the water was warm, more comforting than the thought of never swimming again.

His fingers drifted over your shoulders, begging you to move just enough so he could remove the red fabric from you. You adhered to his silent plea, moving back from him and allowing him to slip the straps from your arms. He lazily tossed the bra to the floor, not even bothering to notice where it landed. Instead, his eyes were focused only on you, engraving the memory into his brain forever. His curious hands drifted to where the bra had been previously concealing you, his thumb brushing over your nipple, soft enough that you could have missed it. He leaned forward, lips connecting with the sensitive skin on your neck. He familiarized himself with you, his movements slow but calculated.

When the first breathy moan slipped past your lips, he was sure he could die in that moment, more content than he’d ever been. His actions were seemingly genuine, like all he was doing was for the sake of your pleasure. It was partially true, and he was happy that he could give you what you wanted, but it was more than that; every touch, kiss, all of the silent encouragement was selfishly motivated. Much like his brother, he was determined to make you fall victim to him, just so you never wanted to leave. The game was natural to them, but losing you was not something he was willing to do. As much as he hated to sacrifice his brothers feelings for his own sake, he didn’t care. In the end, he wanted you no matter the sacrifice or strife, and he was certain of it. For the time being, he made it a mission to make your decision easy, to make you want to come to him, to fall in to his arms as if you’d always belonged there.

He lowered his mouth, capturing your nipple in his mouth. A soft flick of his tongue over the sensitive bud sent a shiver down your spine. Your back arched, allowing him easier access to your chest. As you did so, his erection pressed further into your heat, intensifying your arousal. His mouth focused on one breast while his hand found your other. The two different sensations created a whole new feeling for you, quickly realizing that he also had a touch of magic within him as well. As if it were your new mantra, you found yourself blaming it on the Kiszka charm once again. You felt as if you’d been reciting that in your head more than anything else, chalking up every moment to a universal aura all of the siblings possessed. Deep down, you knew it was likely because they knew you, that they’d studied you in attempt to understand what would win you over, and now they were using it to their own advantage. Still, ignorance was easier to choke down than truth, and the truth was that charm was part of the game.

You found your hips grinding into him more as his tongue moved with expert precision. He was growing more excited by the second, eager to get the rest of your clothes off and get a taste of the mess he’d created. His hand wandered down, tickling the soft skin of your torso as he searched for something more. Eventually, his fingers knotted through the side of your underwear, the lace tempting him too much to withstand. He let his fingers rest for a moment as he removed his mouth from your nipple, barely giving you time to process the loss before his free hand was guiding your head down to meet him in a kiss. It was a messy show of tangled lips and curious tongues, nothing desirable about the sloppiness, yet more inviting than anything else you could imagine.

Little by little, his parasitic nature began to suck the life from you, beginning with your own morality. The more you had of him, the more the cloud of guilt floated away. No thoughts of Jake, or his hands that you’d been begging for only moments before Sam’s arrival. The only thing that mattered was your growing impatience and how badly you wanted him inside you. When you parted from him, you were both fighting for a full breath, lungs burning with something bigger than just a lack of oxygen; overwhelmed by the pure desire surrounding you. “Stand up for me.” He managed out through a long exhale. You did as he pleased, but ensured that the process was drawn out, teasing him as you did so. Once you were planted on your feet, he took it upon himself to rid you of the red lace that left little to the imagination. Once they dropped to your ankles, he sucked in a long breath in attempt to cover the shock on his face.

He couldn’t hide the look of adoration his eyes were glistening with, overwhelmed at the thought of finally being with you so intimately. He would have told you that you were gorgeous, the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, but his words seemed to fail him. Seeing you fully exposed before him seemed to cause a short circuit in his brain, unable to comprehend the feelings he had for you in that moment. It was a slow build up, letting him believe he was in control of how hard he was falling for you, allowing him to think that you didn’t have any power over him. The bliss that he felt in that moment told him all he needed to know; he was in love with you, falling harder and faster than he ever had. There was no stoping it, no cushion to break the fall, and the only way to protect himself was to make you love him, too.

He was certain his brother felt the same pull, the same adoration and the same love. It was only then he realized that the world they had been living in was far more dangerous than it had ever been before. This time, the love was real, and catastrophic. Neither could bear the thought of losing, and they were pulling you in both directions as they fell opposite of each other. The cushion of protection that brotherhood provided only extended so far, and the truth of this heartbreak stretched far beyond covered ground. As he reached out for you, slowly turning you around and guiding you backwards to him, he tried to push the thought away. As your legs found home on either side of him, the warmth of your back searing into the skin of his chest, he knew it was here to stay. When his hand drifted between your legs, fingers dancing through the wetness and finding their way to your clit, he didn’t care. Your head fell back on his shoulder, eyes fluttered shut in bliss at the relief he was giving you.

“Oh, god.” You sighed, immediately causing him to close his eyes, too. The sound alone was enough to make him forget any worry in the world. His free hand returned to your breast, gently playing with your nipple as he focused on your clit. He was painfully hard, almost unable to hold himself back from fucking you right then, but he persevered. Getting you off was the only thing he cared about. In that moment, he was living for it. Your head turned inward towards his own, your forehead resting against his cheek, silently begging for more contact with him. He turned his head towards you, enjoying every bit of affection you would permit.

“Is that better, princess?” His voice was low, vibrating through you with an intensity you could barely comprehend. He was barely touching you, barely giving you anything at all, but he was driving you crazy. Every small touch or slight movement was a million times more powerful than they appeared. You worried that you were tangled in his web, too, your limbs tied down with no hope for freedom. Even with the restraint, the unwillingness to accept the inevitable consequence of being intertwined with him indefinitely, some part of you you knew you would be okay, because he would take care of you. He would always take care of you, and you knew that from the minute his hands touched you.

You thought it ought to be impossible, to be so intricately woven within both boys, to be tied down willingly even with the knowledge that there was no way out. After all, how could you be so immersed in two different worlds? The question hammered against your skull as his fingers danced through your cunt, pushing you to the brink of an orgasm without any effort. The words grew louder as the knot in your belly tightened, the stimulation of your nipple pinched between his fingers driving you even closer to the edge. As he turned his head and caught you in another kiss, you thought the pondering would be silenced, that the voice would fade into nothing. While his tongue danced with yours, sadistically paired with the expertise of his hands, the question was indefinitely answered. The web was the same, just much larger and complex than you originally understood. It was completely possible to be trapped by both brothers because their web was identical, and over years of playing their same disastrous games, they had intertwined and become one.

Danny was right in saying that it was impossible to fall for one and not the other, but not because of their similarities. Sure, they had lots in common, but that was not the driving force that made it so easy to love both. They were different in many ways, and you could tell just by how Sam was touching you, how he chose to love you in that moment. Different than Jake, but fantastic all the same. You loved both with the same intensity, but for all different reasons. In the struggle, it was easy to view the feelings as identical because you never had a moment to slow down and think of it any other way. It was possible to fall for both of them so intensely because they made it so; their whole exterior was a guise, perfectly crafted in retaliation to the feeling of insecurity and inferiority. Mistakes from their younger days led them to believe that the pattern was set in stone, rather than something they allowed. Instead of changing, working towards the common goal, they played into the idea that they were never going to escape the curse. You had fallen for both of them so quickly because they moulded into one mindset, mirroring each other in the worst ways.

The boys were different, much more than you had perceived before. You wished that with the realization, picking one over the other would be so much easier. As Sam coaxed you into an orgasm, sending a wave of pleasure through you so intense that you couldn’t catch your breath, you knew it wasn’t true. In the few short days they had spent trying to win you over, you’d fallen for them as individuals. Caught in the same web, but in love with two different versions of it. One side was not greener than the other, nor more promising, which made it all the more painful. As you came down, skin tingling with the ghost of pleasure, you clung to him for comfort. The warmth of his skin was inviting, so inviting that it was easy to ignore the warnings your brain wished you would adhere to. There was no hope for a brighter side, and it didn’t matter who you chose in the end, because they had both planted the seed of promise within your brain. Promise of love, happiness, comfort, and the thought of losing either was excruciating. Different as they may be, the euphoric feeling of being loved by them was all the same.

Suffering was a promise coated with momentary gain. Nobody was in control, and you were all finally beginning to understand.

Once you had regained your senses, Sam prompted you to sit up for a moment. You hovered above him, allowing him the chance to free himself from his boxers. He barely had the fabric out of the way before he was guiding you back down to him, lining his cock with your entrance as he did so. There was a slight moment of hesitancy from both of you, but it was quickly forgotten when he pulled you down on him fully, your ass meeting his hips as he bottomed out inside of you. A shared groan of relief sounded from both of you, as if it was something you’d been waiting for your whole lives. He pulled your upper half back to his chest, reaching around to find your clit again. Once you’d recovered from the overwhelming feeling of him inside you, you began to rock your hips. He didn’t move his fingers, letting you set the friction with the pace of your hips. It was a small injustice, one that drove you insane. His generosity weakened and he was silently telling you that if you wanted more, you had to work for it.

You sped your movements, finding your will to argue with Sam completely non-existent. Arguing with Jake was fun, because you knew you went into the conversation with no chance of coming out on top. With Sam, it was a ruthless battle. You could both scream until you were blue in the face and neither of you would give in. You could spend all night running in circles, or get yourself off on your own accord, and you chose the latter. Your only hope was that he felt the same about you, and when it was your turn for a command, he would oblige with the same enthusiasm. As you sunk back down on him, he was unable to hold back the sound of pleasure that slipped through his lips. It only served as motivation, telling you that he was just as crazy for it as you were.

He had one hand firmly on your waist, fingers decorating the soft flesh with enough pressure for you to notice, but not near enough to hurt you. His touch radiated caution and care, so unlike the hands you had on you the night before. “This is what you came over for, isn’t it?” You hummed, your head tilted back and his cheek pressed against yours. He refused to answer, but didn’t change his position. “Tell me, Sam.” You ordered, but the tone was gentle, coaxing it from him at his own pace rather than forcing it.

“Fuck, yes,” he finally said, hissing his answer through clenched teeth. Your eyes closed at the sound, pleased at his answer but not completely satisfied with him yet.

“Is it as good as you thought it would be?” You taunted, not changing your pace but coming down on him with more force each time. “Exactly what you dreamed of?”

“Yeah, baby.” He nodded against you, sucking in a sharp breath as you rolled your hips on him. “You feel so good, even better than I imagined.” His voice was strained, like he was trying to fight back a moan as he spoke. A smirk played at the corner of your lips, content to have him in such a mess below you.

“God, you do too.” You sighed, realizing that if he was willing to be so kind, you would, too. “I’ve wanted this for so long, Sammy.” The statement caused his fingers to tighten on you and his pressure on your clit to increase. A moan fell from you, content with his effort. He was just happy you were enjoying yourself. In a twisted turn of events, you understood that in that specific scenario, he was existing solely to please you. So many months wasted pinning after him, and he had been so eager to make you feel good the whole time. As if it were a silent apology from both of you, he was doing so now, and praising him only seemed right.

“Now you have me, princess.” He whispered, leaning down and placing a few kisses on your shoulder. The small act of love was heartwarming, but you didn’t let it deter you from the filthy things you wanted him to do to you. “I’m all yours.” You swallowed hard at the statement, not quite ready to bear the weight of it yet.

“Just like that, baby.” You gasped, shifting slightly in hopes that he would continue hitting the same spot inside you. The circles he was rubbing into your clit were steady, ruthless in their efforts to get you to another climax. You sped the pace, the tip of his cock hitting the most sensitive spot inside you from the new angle. “M’gonna cum,” you warned, praying he would keep his rhythm.

“Yeah?” He asked, his tone hopeful and anything but condescending. You let out a murmur of agreement, your eyes squeezed shut in anticipation. Your forehead was glistening with sweat, the position clearly taking a bit more energy than you anticipated. The strands of his hair that were in disarray were tickling the skin of your shoulders, a simple beauty in the mess of vulgarity. He was beautiful, and so was the way he was making you feel. It seemed as though he worshiped the ground you walked on, ecstatic that he even had the opportunity to please you. Like your words had changed his demeanour, morphed him into something you never expected from him. He was so witty and even snarky by times, and you fully expected that persona to carry over from every day life to the bedroom. Instead, he was almost a different person, desperate to make you feel good and even willing to be chastised in the process. Had you attempted to tease Jake, you would be met with nothing rewarding. The difference was astounding.

“Oh, fuck Sam!” You whined, the muscles in your abdomen tensing as a wave of pleasure washed over you. The pressure had reached its peak, leaving your legs shaking and hands gripping at him for support.

“There you go, princess.” He breathed, in awe at the elegance of you, even in such a dirty way. “Did that feel good?” Once again, the vibration of his voice resonated throughout your body, settling under your skin and igniting every nerve.

“Felt so good, baby.” You assured him. Without another word, he lifted you off him, keeping a hand on you to support you. With a swift motion, he cleared the clutter of the table with a swipe of his hand. Most items were pushed backwards, some toppling over and some papers floating to the ground with grace. You watched as the items settled in their new positions, a spark of intrigue filling you. He turned to you, picking you up with ease and settling you on the now empty spot on the kitchen table. “Hi,” you let out a small giggle, processing the change of position. As he nestled between your legs, you couldn’t help but feel a fleeting moment of innocent joy. The soft features of his face, beautifully crafted and meant to be admired. The hair cascading down his shoulders, framing every detail in the most elegant way. The dim overhead light and the sun from the window painting him with a bit of a golden glow. It was all too much to overlook, too profound to go unnoticed. He was perfect, unbearably compelling, and the tug on your heartstrings from the sight was irrefutable. You couldn’t help but take the moment, even if it broke the momentum of sex.

“Hi, gorgeous.” He smiled, eyes drifting over your face and admiring you in the same way. After a moment of silent appreciation, he pulled you into a kiss. It was sweet, but it didn’t last for long and the blame was shared between both of you. The need for more was obvious, and the tender action quickly turned messy, desperate, even. You felt him line himself up with you again, but you broke away and stopped him before he could advance. He looked at you with worry, wondering if he overstepped. You shook your head, placing a hand on his shoulder and gently guiding him towards the floor.

After a moment, he caught on to your demand. He sunk to his knees, almost embarrassed that he hadn’t thought of it himself. He was so worked up that he hadn’t even taken the time to fully grasp what was in front of him. He placed a few kisses to your thighs, gentle and loving, building up to what you so badly wanted. He hooked his arm under your leg and gently guided you to the edge of the table. He didn’t waste too much time, not wanting you to lose interest in the action. He ran his tongue through you, savouring the taste of your arousal. He let out a hum of pleasure, letting you know he was more than grateful to have you like that. Your hand found his hair, tangling in the locks of brown. You watched him, eyes glazed with lust, realizing how many times you wished you could have him exactly as he was. You didn’t have the chance to dwell for too long, his tongue quickly finding your already quite sensitive bundle of nerves.

Your head fell back, too focused on the feeling to watch him any longer. His initial exploration was long forgotten about, eager to get you to another climax. Part of it was selfish, not wanting to wait any longer to be inside you again, but most of it was desperation to make you feel such a way again. The knowledge that he could make you feel so good was worth more than the world to him. He was sure there was no greater motivator in the universe. His tongue was focused on your clit, relentless in its pursuit of an orgasm. His fingers were grasping your thigh, holding you to him like he was scared you would get away. Little did he know, that was the last thing you ever wanted to do. You wished you could stay like this with him forever.

After a moment, he added his fingers to you, pumping them in with a slight curl every time. The added stimulation made it impossible for you to hold back any moans. Your grip on his hair was tight, and if you weren’t so lost in the pleasure, you would be in fear of hurting him. It didn’t bother him, though. If anything, it drove him further, making him enjoy the experience even more. He was crazy for you, and he knew that in that moment, there was nothing he wouldn’t do to have you like this again. His previous concern about Jake and his feelings were obsolete. The need to be with you was greater than his worry of hurting his brother. Even if someone was bound to get harmed, he was just happy to have you for the time being. Even if you didn’t choose him. After all, having you for a brief moment was better than never having you at all.

“S-Sammy,” you whimpered, eyes squeezed shut at the pure ecstasy of his mouth. He hummed against you, acknowledging your exclamation without breaking away from you. “Fuck that feels so good.” You groaned, the words ripping from your chest in a violent manner. He used the praise as motivation, ensuring his movements were consistent to give you the most pleasure he could. Although his pace was slow, it did not mean it wasn’t impactful. He flattened his thumb against your cunt, pulling his mouth back only slightly so he could slip the digit just below his lip. The pause in movement took you for surprise, making you wonder what he was doing. After a few seconds, he continued on and answered your question immediately. A sharp gasp sounded, the slight change introducing you to a whole different type of pleasure.

With every upstroke of his tongue, he brought his thumb up under it, keeping it in time with his tongue. The new feeling made it so your clit was constantly stimulated, never giving him a chance to miss a beat. He continued pumping his fingers in you, the curl hitting your g-spot with ease. There was no doubt the brothers talent on their instruments had contribution to their skillful hands, but you had no idea to what extent it would be. Now, you were certain that every lifetime lived would only be worth it if it was spent with a guitarist. “Please don’t stop,” you pleaded, drawing in a long breath. The burning in the pit of your stomach was intense, easily telling you that he didn’t have to work for much longer. One last pump of his fingers was all you needed. When you came, it was more intense than the ones he had previously given you. You were clenched around his fingers, your legs shaking and your fingers knotted tightly in his hair. You struggled to catch your breath, your chest burning for air and your head swimming with nothing meaningful.

When he noticed your body relax, he slowly tapered his pace. When he fully removed himself from you, you felt disappointment at the lack of attention. He smiled up at you, noticing the look of displeasure on your features. Slowly, he rose back to his feet and made home between your legs again. “You taste so good, princess. Could do that all day.” He said, his words sincere and no hint of a lie in his expression.

“It was so good, Sammy. You make me feel so good.” You sighed, pulling his upper body into you. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into an embrace. You weren’t sure if it was because you were craving the comfort after such an earth-shattering orgasm, or if you were craving him. Either way, the comfort that came from the feeling of his arms around you was unexplainable. He placed a kiss to the top of your head, flooding your body with a type of warmth you can only feel from another person. He held you there, feeling the same way that you were. He never wanted to leave, never wanted to let you go, and it was dangerous. Much like his brother, he had to face the reality that you weren’t his. At least, not yet.

“Can I fuck you, please?” He asked, voice barely above a whisper. It was an attempt to ward off the ache that settled within him, knowing he would walk out of the house with no promise of more.

“You want to fuck me?” You asked, pulling back to look up at his face. He met your eyes, giving you a nod. You watched his face, wondering if you wanted to allow him the opportunity so soon. There was a slight glimmer of hope in his eye, one that you couldn’t look past. “Since you did such a good job,” you teased, a small smile on your lips. “You can fuck me, baby.” You said, the permissive statement sparking him into action immediately. His hands shot to your hips, pulling you just a little closer to the edge. You leaned back slightly, allowing him easier access. His hand trailed to your thigh, landing on your knee and pulling your leg up and around him. You locked it there, drawing him in closer as he lined himself up with your entrance.

He pushed into you, both of you letting out a sigh of relief at the feeling. He thrusted his hips slow at first, giving you time to adjust to him again. You appreciated his patience, you were sensitive from the events that had already ensued, and him caring about your comfort more than his satisfaction meant a lot. After a moment, you were well acclimated and wanted more. You guided his body closer to you, wrapping an arm around his neck and pulling him into a kiss. He responded enthusiastically, happy for the new invitation. Your tongue danced over his bottom lip, driving him crazy and inevitably causing him to quicken his pace. The angle in which the position allowed was deliciously precise, the tip of his cock reaching your cervix as he thrusted. The small jolt of pain was immensely noticeable, but just as pleasant as every other sensation.

You were certain that anything would be delightful as long as Sam was the one doing it.

You let a moan slip into his mouth, unintentional but perfectly good for him. His fingers seared into your skin, tightening at the sound. You were having a hard time keeping your lips to his with the way he was pounding into you. Your leg that was locked around him attempted to pull him closer, even if it was impossible. You wanted to be immersed in him, for his being to suffocate you. You never wanted to leave the moment, never wanted him to stop touching you. Every nerve was ablaze with months of tension finally coming to an end. Your skin was on fire, not with heat, but with the pure electricity his body was giving off. It felt perfect, like this was exactly where you should be. The decision to be with Sam should have been easy, especially when you were feeling like such. Still, there was a little voice in your head telling you that something wasn’t right, and you couldn’t rely on the feeling because you felt the same way with Jake.

You felt despicable even thinking of his brother while engaging in such an act, but the thought was fleeting, never lasting for too long but always appearing when you least expected it. Much like poison slowly creeping into your veins and overthrowing your own body. It was killing you, but was so good, so similar to a drug. Both of the boy’s love was branded with toxicity and was dangerously volatile, but always left you wanting more. Left you believing that you couldn’t live without it. “I need you to cum again, princess.” He pleaded. The words cut through your thoughts like a blade, shattering any abstraction of anything other than him. He was close, begging you for one more climax before he reached his own.

He had done a fantastic job pleasing you, ridding you of any indignation you held for him in the previous hours. With the offer of his body alone, he’d managed to erase any ill feelings in an instant, and in such a selfless manner. You thought you could give in, allow him what he wanted at his request. If you wanted to, you could make him go all night, and you were sure he would oblige. You certainly wouldn’t mind, but you had a streak of sympathy for him in that moment, feeling generous enough to give him a break. His hard work was appreciated, and you had gotten far more than you originally hoped for. “Are you close, baby?” You asked, using your free hand to cup his cheek in your hand. He gave a nod, leaning forward to rest his forehead on yours. “You want to cum with me?” You pried, wanting a verbal answer from him.

“Fuck, yes.” He groaned. Seeing him in such a state was enough to drive you over the edge. His desperation was thrilling; you couldn’t help but feel your ego inflating at the thought. You’d spent so long desperate to have him, and now that the roles were reversed, you couldn’t help but revel in it for a while. “Please, y/n, want it so bad.” The begging was new to you, never having experienced it from someone else. You’d been on the other end of it before, but receiving it was a whole new level of gratification. You didn’t want to make him grovel for too long, but we’re certain to remember the feeling for next time, just to ensure you could experience it again. You didn’t have to make him wait, anyway, because your next orgasm was approaching fast.

“Oh, god.” You growled, the sound primal and your grasp on him feral.

“That’s it, princess.” He encouraged, his grip tightening again. Every feeling was euphoric, otherworldly, almost. You had yet to comprehend the truth of the situation, that you were actually with Sam, and not just in another daydream or fantasy. He was in front of you, inside you, with his hands all over your body and his name embedded into your tongue.

“Fuck!” You choked out, abdomen rigid as your muscles contracted. You uttered his name, a gentle allowance for him to cum, too. He pulled you into another kiss, silencing any further admissions. You couldn’t help but let a whimper out, muffled by his lips on yours. That was all it took for him to reach his peak, both of your orgasms crashing over you at once. His movement halted, his hands pulling you into him as he spilled his release into you.

You were a mess of tangled limbs, glistening with sweat and surrounded by muttered noises of pleasure. Long after the climax, even after your bodies were relaxed and recovered from the excitement, you were both still wrapped around each other with no sign of release. He rested inside you, fingers ghosting over the spot he’d been previously holding. Your palm was cupping his cheek, keeping him close with no intention of letting him go. His forehead was on yours, both of your eyes closed in bliss, basking in the comfort of each other for as long as you could. His lips were hovering over yours, tempted by the thought of kissing you again. You ended his internal debate, capturing him in a sweet kiss, wanting it just as bad.

Time passed, filled with kisses and whispers of adoration and appreciation for each other. It was tender, loving and inviting. It was a moment you wanted to live in forever without fear of ever losing it. His touch was gentle, like he was scared you were made of glass and he’d break you with one wrong move. He thought you were perfect enough to be framed, to be an exhibit in the most prestigious art museum, but even that wouldn’t do you any justice. He wanted to speak, to tell you everything he’d held back for so long, to show you that he felt the same for you and he was foolish for waiting so long. His silence was thick, heavy in the air. He’d fallen victim to his cowardice, the same way you and Jake had. So many feelings ready to burst at the seam, but never enough courage to speak them aloud. All three of you held the belief that if it was left unspoken, it would hurt less when the inevitable downfall occurred.

“Let’s get cleaned up?” He offered, but his chest ached at the thought of breaking from you. You gave a small nod, head heavy with exhaustion and intoxication. Instead of pulling away, he wrapped his arms around you with caution, carefully picking you up off the table. He carried you to the bathroom before he finally let you stand on your own.

You both cleaned up, ridding yourselves of the dirty act you had committed. An invitation of a shower bounced around your soul, but the fear of rejection was far too large to speak it into existence. Instead, when you were both ready, you led him to your bedroom. You searched for a moment, locating a t-shirt that hung down to your thighs. You slipped it over your head as Sam disappeared, likely in search of his own clothes. He returned a moment later clad in just his boxers, carrying the other articles of clothing in his hand. He discarded them on the floor again, not caring where they ended up. You were both caught in wordless comfort, not wanting to disturb the peace in fear of saying something wrong. You took a seat on the edge of the bed, holding a hand out for him to join. A small smile crossed his lips, happy at the idea that you wanted him to stay.

He disregarded your gesture, climbing in behind you and wrapping his arms around your torso. He gently pulled you back as he laid down, settling you in his arms, pressing you firmly against his chest. You let out a giggle of delight, content at the position. Even though your back was to him and you couldn’t see his face, you knew he had a grin plastered on his cheeks. He grabbed a fistful of blanket, carelessly pulling the comforter over you both. The warmth surrounded you with more welcome than you anticipated, the familiar feeling immediately prompting a wave of tiredness. The sound of slow breathing filled the room, heartbeats in sync and all worry subsided. Within moments, you’d both drifted into a slumber that not even an earthquake could disturb.

A little while later, you woke with a start. Shuffling behind you and the stab of cool air penetrated the aura of comfort you had created. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes, groggy and disheveled from the deep slumber you had just been in. You looked up, noticing that Sam was cautiously climbing from the bed, trying not to disturb you. He didn’t notice your open eyes until he had pulled his shirt over his head and turned to check on you. “You’re leaving?” You asked, voice gravelly and laced with confusion.

“Oh, yeah. I have to get home.” He said, a note of sympathy ringing from him. It seemed like he wanted to disappear before any conversation could begin.

“Oh,” you said, trying not to let your disappointment show. Now that your eyes were fully open, your head was pounding from the hangover beginning. You cursed the wine for being so easy to drink, knowing you were in for a night of discomfort. “That’s okay. Thanks for coming over, it was nice.” You managed out, eyebrows furrowed from the pulse of pain beating against your skull. You tried to make the words sound as genuine as possible, not wanting any awkwardness to ruin the evening you shared. He pulled on his pants, then leaned down over you and placed a kiss to your lips.

“It was my pleasure.” He assured you, giving you a small smile. “I’ll see you soon?” You nodded, unable to fight back a smile in return.

“Yeah, text me later or whatever.” You tried to pass the comment off with nonchalance, but you were really hoping he would.

“Of course.” He said, kissing you once more. The temptation was just too strong to resist. With that, he straightened up, bidding a small goodbye and disappeared through your bedroom door. You pulled the blanket to your chest, feeling a fizzle of sadness spark in your heart. Perhaps the night you spent with Jake had conditioned you to believe that your entanglements were more than they actually were. In truth, they were nothing greater than messy hookups, even if you all had feelings buried deep below the surface.

You heard the front door shut followed by silence filling the home, screaming emptiness and seclusion again. You stayed stagnant for a moment, wondering if sleep was the best option to rid the looming sense of loneliness that made fast work at creeping back in. Instead of focusing on it, you crawled out of bed and faced the cool air. Your head ached as you stood, but you figured water and advil was the only sure way you would get any decent sleep. Plus, the thought of waking twice to the same violent hangover was too miserable to chance. So you trudged down the hallway, still slightly disoriented from the nap you couldn’t seem to pull yourself completely out of. When you saw the state of the kitchen, you felt the overwhelming urge to turn around and go back to bed.

There were papers strewn across the room, the table a mess of items that Sam had thrown into disarray. Your lingerie decorated the hardwood floor and the chair you and Sam had favoured was still a showpiece in the middle of the room. Your wine bottle that was barely broken into was begging you to take another sip, but you threw it in the fridge to fight the temptation. You grabbed a bottle of water, wasting no time chugging it down. The hydration felt nice, but it was no competition for the amount of alcohol you had consumed earlier that day. You searched the cabinet above your fridge for some painkillers, taking two and leaving the bottle out for the night.

You slowly picked up the mess of paper on your floor, neatly arranging it back on the table. You pushed the chair back in its place and collected the red lace that was taunting you with your bad decisions. Your focus fell back on the table, straightening some things up and making it look more presentable. As you finished the task, your eye caught sight of something laying underneath the stack of papers. You froze, eyes wide and heart thudding against your ribs. You reached out, slowly retrieving your phone from the mess. A sense of dread washed over you, scared to turn the screen on, realizing that you would likely be met by a plethora of missed messages from Jake. When Sam arrived, the whirlwind of events allowed for your previous arrangements with Jake to completely slip your mind. Or, perhaps you shoved them to the side intentionally. Either way, you were certain that the hours without a response hadn’t gone unnoticed, and you were certain he was not happy about it.

Part of you had a small thrill at the idea of him being pissed off, hoping the confrontation would turn into something quite enjoyable for you. There was a bigger, more imminent fear that he was genuinely just going to be angry at you, especially if he knew the reason as to why you were ignoring him. You were crushed at the idea of him being upset, even if his own game was the reason behind the hurt. As much as you hated to admit it, the feelings you had for him were very real and ran much deeper than lust. You tapped the screen, turning it on in an instant. When you registered the entirety of the missed notifications, your heart dropped. Two missed calls, and three texts.

You clicked the notification bars, nervous for the impact. The first two were light, mostly teasing you for the way he had ended the call. Then, when those went unanswered, he called. No voicemail, but you were sure he was tempted to leave one. Fifteen minutes later, he tried again. The second missed call really struck a nerve in him, because the third text came much later and was far heavier than the previous two. No loving undertone or lighthearted demeanour, just blunt and upfront.

Jacob

Have it your way, angel. Two can play that game.

Your stomach churned with unease, unsure exactly what he meant by the statement. Your ignoring him was not intentional, but after your behaviour earlier, there was no way in hell that he would believe you, now. Even if he did, how could you explain yourself without making yourself sound even more like a villain. You collapsed in the kitchen chair, head hung low and shame washing over you once again. You thought you ought to take the loss, move on and realize you messed up. Apologize, even, and rectify the mistake so hopefully he would accept it. But, the little devil was louder still, begging you to answer, pretend nothing happened at all just to feel his touch again, or even just to get him to call so you could hear his voice. Instead of doing either, you set your phone down, realizing it was best left alone until the morning.

You trudged back to bed, trying to rid yourself of the ache that settled in your bones. Most of it was due to the regret you felt about doing such a thing to Jake, but the other part because you felt like nothing more than a forgetful hookup to Sam. He’d been so loving during sex that it was almost earth-shattering when he seemed to be in so much of a rush to leave. With Jake, he stayed all night, tangled in your blankets and your heart, playing house for as long as he could. The sex with him was far from sweet, but the aftermath was astoundingly different. Your head was swimming, unsure of how to feel or how to know which was better. You closed your eyes, once again stuck in the rut of falling in love with the Kiszka’s. You begged for sleep, wondering if the despondent feeling would ever subside.

Rulers make bad lovers

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welcome to...starleska's f/o round-up 2023! 🥳🥳🥳

below the cut is every single character i've had a crush on in 2023...and there are 30 in total!! 🙈💖 these are given in chronological order of fixation, and they are all new crushes (so re-entering a fixation for a character i've simped for previously doesn't count 😂) now be warned, this is a genuinely unhinged list. they are largely villains. one is a mushroom. one is a vehicle. one is a casino-themed duck-shaped robot. my autism is indiscriminate in the characters it fixates on, and they are all suitably embarrassing 😭💖 without further ado, here we go...

1. James the Red Engine | Thomas the Tank Engine

...shut up 😂💖 at the start of this year i truly lost my mind and fell headfirst into the Thomas the Tank Engine fandom (everyone there is so lovely and creative!!)...and of course, the vain train is my favourite 🙈💖 James is cute okay!! i don't need to justify myself!!! 2. 'Big' Jack Horner | Puss in Boots: The Last Wish

there's no way anyone missed this one - we are quite the tight-knit and dedicated group in the 'Big' Jack Horner fandom 😳💖 come on, look at him...a huge, powerful, obsessive, fancy-bastard collector with an affinity for magic??? he's stunning 🥴💖 i made so many lovely friends through gushing about this horrible man!!! we had so much fun making OCs to ship with him 🙈 one of the most intense fixations i've had all year, and one of the best villains we've seen in years...he is fantastic 🥰 3. Pizzahead | Pizza Tower

i don't know what's in the water of Pizza Tower but it's impossible to be normal about any character you like from that game 🙈💖 of course the evil sentient pizza slice took the top spot, he's so cartoony and ridiculous!!! the amount of power he exerts is also quite the draw 🤭💖 i'm not gonna lie there's a couple other characters from this game i may get into later...we'll see 😉 4. Fingers | Dead End: Paranormal Park

have you heard this guy's voice. can you blame me. deliciously evil fruity monstrosity with supernatural powers? sign me up to whatever sinister scheme Fingers has going on now or in the future 👉👈 he hits a lot of boxes...between the cabaret-style makeup, the posh, dismissive and manipulative personality and the inexplicable Eldritch body, he was always gonna be a crush 🤭 5. M.O.D.O.K. | Marvel

wheeze okay, this was originally a JOKE!!! @thelighttasteslikelasagna sent in this message joking that i look like i'd find M.O.D.O.K. hot, and i was really angry about it for five minutes...and then i discovered the stop-motion cartoon where he's exactly the kind of cringefail malewife villain i enjoy (in the Augustus St. Cloud vein), and the rest is history 🙈💖 definitely one of the silliest crushes i had this year, but he holds a special place in my heart :3c 6. Gargamel | The Smurfs

nah man i was on some serious mental illness at the start of this year 💀 i just can't help it when bad guys are like this, alright!!! Hank Azaria's performance as Gargamel is sooo silly and over-the-top, i couldn't help but love every second he was on screen 🙈💖 Gargamel's just a whole lot of fun!!! who doesn't love a magic-wielding freak hellbent on the destruction of a group of little creatures?? (i cannot and will not be taking any questions at this time 😶) 7. Wally Darling | Welcome Home

my God, the Wally Darling fixation hit the entire Internet like a train 🤭💖 soft-voiced, ambiguously-moraled rizz puppet that he is, how could we not all fall head-over-heels? i have to thank this guy for throwing me headfirst back into fanfic writing, as the whole Welcome Home story really inspired me...not to mention all the lovely folks who wanted to imagine different ways of getting to hold Wally's hand 🥰 hooray for our pretty puppet boy!! 8. Killa Harkan | John Wick: Chapter 4

...yes, i know, it's funny that Killa's the first of two cartoonishly evil German-accented bad guys with sleight of hand tricks and gold teeth on the list this year 😂💖 sitting in the cinema, the second he opened his mouth my partner just turned and stared at me, because they knew. i refuse to apologise for appreciating a really awful bastard - especially one who dresses so sharply 😉 9. Ian Hawke | Alvin and the Chipmunks

yet another member of the 'it started off as a joke...' club 🤭💖 listen, Ian serves!!! we can't resist a smarmy music producer/manage type, can we? Ian's in the same camp as Gargamel for being a deeply evil man whose capacity for doing harm is directed at little creatures. all i'm saying is, he can sign me up for a dodgy deal any day 🥴 10. Myc Cellium | Inside Job

i can't tell if it's my monsterfucker tendencies or my consummate attraction to Brett Gelman but the crass sentient mushroom got me down bad 😭💖 he's just such a menace!! he's got that intoxicating combo of being horribly socially inappropriate and an actual outcast...fellas, Myc was fixation bait for me 😭 11. Klaus Kickenklober | Sing 2

i don't care if you think you're not a furry, someone can and will get you from the Sing franchise, and that is a threat 🙈💖 yesss laugh it up, Star's got another stern and vaguely European cartoon villain added to the list 😂 i just find Klaus so impossibly delightful!!! he'd be a terrible teacher to have in real life, but in fiction, i think i could fix him :3c 12. The Spot | Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse

ohoho, i know you guys were living for The Spot fixation because i remember your reaction to the x Readers 😉 look at him and his incredible design!!! the transformation of The Spot from weak laughable villain to reality-bending monstrosity had me by the throat...and i can't wait to see more of him when the next Spider-Verse drops 👀 13. Mad Mod | Teen Titans

MAD. BLOODY. MOD!!!!! i think our favourite British bastard has to take the crown (literally and figuratively) as my strongest fixation out of the whole of 2023, i lost my mind over this guy. he just consumed my every waking thought!!! 🙈 the style, the voice, the unbelievable engineering skill...Mad Mod is one of those once-in-a-lifetime f/os that you know you'll be obsessed with for a very long time 😳💖 i look back so fondly on those wonderful few months of Mad Mod fandom resurgence, and how that still continues today...here's hoping even more people find out about him and develop their own crushes 😉 shout-out to the lovely @iriso-page who suggested him and Music Meister to me 🙈💖

14. Control Freak | Teen Titans

sdfgdf okay back on form with the fat dweebs, i know, i know!!!! my ravenous Mad Mod fixation wasn't enough to ignore Control Freak, one of the most delightfully stupid villains in Teen Titans...!!! he hits all my buttons (ha!) and i genuinely think his design and powers are kind of epic. would love to see him utilised in the future 😉 (i am never beating the Discord kitten allegations...) 15. Ken | Barbie

well, this particular blond himbo was quite the surprise!! 🤭💖 i'm not usually the one to go for such a stereotypical hottie, but Ryan Gosling plays Ken as so unhinged and...off for the whole movie, he activated the same neurons which come with the weirdest of my crushes 🙈💖 Ken's a misguided sweetheart and i'd love to help him feel a little bit wanted;;; 16. Buck Ruffler the Duck Shuffler | Toontown: Corporate Clash

fell into the wonderful world of Toontown: Corporate Clash and imprinted on this fucker like...well, like a baby duck 😂💖 is this not the most spectacular design for an original Cog you've ever seen?! i love that Buck is an absolutely scrambled robot with a gambling addiction, and i think he'd be lovely (and hilarious) company 🥰

17. Barnaby | Billie Bust Up

ohhhh yesssss Billie Bust Up caught my attention with this sinister goofball!!!! fancy, flamboyant and very into murder...Barnaby has all the traits for any Tumblr Sexyman, and i cannot wait for the full game to drop so we can see even more of him 👀

18. The Mad Hatter/Jervis Tetch | Batman

Jervis Tetch my beloved!! this has been the year of fancy blonds in top-hats, as well as deeply silly hypnotists, and Jervis kicked off this trend with a bang 🙈💖 i'm a Mad Hatter fan generally but B:TAS Jervis is a special kind of pretty stalker, and that voice is delicious 🥴 thanks to him for kicking off an Alice in Wonderland fixation and for finally getting me into drinking tea...the things we do for our crushes, eh? 🥰 19. Music Meister/Darius Chapel | Batman

and here is the first character played by Neil Patrick Harris who made it onto this year's list!!! 🙈💖 another camp, theatrical Batman villain to add to my collection...gorgeous voice, such an immense sense of style, and wonderfully good fun!! i think more people should get a little obsessed with the Music Meister 😉 20. Buggy the Clown | One Piece

none of you can judge me for this one - i remember all the TikTok edits!!! 😂💖 Buggy is pathetic and so much fun - i wasn't expecting to enjoy him as much as i did!! although my fixation for him may have been short-lived, my love for him certainly isn't 🥰 21. Pat Butcher | BBC Ghosts

ohhhh, every now and again a little sweetheart will get me right in the feelings, and Pat Butcher is added proudly to my f/o collection as the second Yorkshireman (next to Salad Fingers 😭). i just love what an upbeat, lovely man he is!! he's so soft and warm to everyone he meets and tries his best to do everything right by his friends...i'd love to cuddle with him 🥺 22. Josh Levy | The Eltingville Club

a classic return to form with Josh Levy, à la Comic Book Guy and Control Freak...really telling on myself by collecting these horrible greasy nerds who would 100% call me something derogatory if i tried to talk to them 💀 i appreciate every last one of The Eltingville Club but Josh, as a failed writer who remains just as toxic as he was when he was a teen, is my undisputed favourite 🙈💖 23. Swan | Phantom of the Paradise

oh God, reawakening my crush on Paul Williams by discovering Swan damn near killed me!!!! 😭💖 i was so obsessed with this man as a kid and the moment i saw him as Swan in POTP i felt intense attraction and gender envy in equal parts;;;; Swan's whole aesthetic and demeaning, inhuman approach to people is impossibly sensual, and i can't overstate enough how little evil dudes in tinted shades will always get me down bad 🙈💖 24. Kinger | The Amazing Digital Circus

my love for Kinger was such a pleasant surprise!! 🤭💖 sweet, anxious fella that he is, all i want to do is get him out of that digital hellscape and ensure he can wrap up in as many blankets as he likes!!! i love his always-on-the-edge-of-a-breakdown portrayal and am so eager to learn more about him and his backstory 👀 25. Peter Gregory | Silicon Valley

ahhh, kicking it the old-fashioned way by getting extremely invested in the most autistic character on the show (and that's saying something, given the high neurodivergent coding of everyone in Silicon Valley 🙈💖). Peter's style and methods of communication are traits i simply find attractive in real life, and although he sadly wasn't with us long, he absolutely stole the show ✨ 26. 'Action' Jack Barker | Silicon Valley

given my love of nerds it's no shocker that Silicon Valley hit me with two f/os, and 'Action' Jack Barker - the tech-field Colin Robinson - was a surefire entry 😳💖 what is it about these milquetoast men who are so whitebread yet are capable of such terrible things which gets me every time?! Jack is such a fun character and i'm glad we got as much of him as we did 🙈 27. Avery | Pokémon: Sword and Shield

i cannot believe none of you guys told me about Avery, the most amazingly dressed character i've ever seen in the whole of Pokémon 🙈💖 shhhh he is so very pretty and petty and his powers are incredibly cool. i just love everything about him and would delight in helping him develop a real sense of self-esteem, because he does not deserve the dismissal he receives from his family 😭💖 28. Matthew Patel | Scott Pilgrim

oh my God, heart in my MOUTH seeing Matthew Patel get the glow-up villain arc he so desperately deserved!!!!! 😭💖💖💖 Matthew is just the epitome of style and power in Scott Pilgrim Takes Off, and it was so fantastic getting to see him grow as a character and get self-actualised. plus his fight scenes were some of the coolest things i've ever seen. Matthew can i have your number please 🥺 29. The Toymaker | Doctor Who

!!!!!!!!!! i don't know if you guys can tell, but i really love the Toymaker...and even predicted that he'd completely consume my mind months before we got The Giggle 🙈💖 e v e r y t h i n g about him just gets me so bad. his reality-bending, his teasing attitude, his ridiculous accents, his gorgeous costumes, his emotional inconsistency, his tragic backstory...god, if i so much as look at him smiling i melt 🥴💖 characters played by Neil Patrick Harris really get me!! i'm so proud to be modding a server dedicated to the Toymaker now, and have met so many brilliant, wonderful friends through him and falling back into Doctor Who!!! i think we're all going to be brainrotting over him for quite some time 😉💖 30. Dr Mark Fry | Chicken Run: Dawn of the Nugget

Dr Fry, rushing in at the finish line!!! 🤭 the second my pals saw this guys they were all spamming me, begging me to watch Dawn of the Nugget!!! and ooooh i was noooot prepared for the specific brand of soft creepy genius he is 💖 even if they'd played Dr Fry purely as your run-of-the-mill mad scientist he would've gotten me bad, but they just had to make him equal parts freaky and brilliant with just a touch of arrogance, didn't they?? Melisha scored well 🤤 (also, three whole Yorkshiremen in my collection now!! is it the accent? 😭) aaaaand that's everyone!!! phew, is anyone else out of breath? 🥵 what a wonderful, silly year of fixations this has been 🤭💖 thank you all for being here, brainrotting happily alongside me for some of these characters, and for all the other characters you love!!! i hope 2024 is awesome to you, and that many more fictional characters are around the corner, ready to make you smile 😉

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X-Files Collector’s Edition: Curated melforbes

Ahhh, the beautifully atmospheric works of @melforbes. When I think of this writer's work, scent comes to my mind, first-- the clear, cold salt of a spring beach, the buzzed and antiseptic smell of the hospital, the bubbling richness of home-cooked meals, the fear-sweat of anticipation and domestic secrets-- followed swiftly by the innumerable fics about Mulder and Scully living something approaching a normal life. What's not to love?

Loose chronological order below~

@melforbes/@claup/everydaymsr (Ao3, WBM)

Christmas: A Symphony of Four Years

S1: ""I got you something,” he said as she donned her coat in the basement-office, as she wondered just how much snow was falling outside.""

Snow, Late February

Cancer Arc: ""Though he’d originally offered to sit with her during her chemotherapy, she’d deflected and asked him to drive her home instead; while she sat in that dreadful ward with all the other dreadful people undergoing the same dreadful treatment as she, she didn’t want him to see her lurch with nausea, didn’t want him to watch as she kept her eyes downcast and away from the women who were far deeper into treatment than she was. Then again, were any of these people worse off than she was?""

seaglass blue

Cancer Arc, AU: ""As they leave the church, their hands clasped in a bashful and half-hidden way, aimlessly thanking the overheard congratulations as they walk down the front steps, he asks her, So where to now? And she’s quiet as she slows her pace, and she brings their clasped hands behind themselves, as if hiding from herself, as if almost embarrassed, but when he looks into her eyes, he understands the embarrassment, the strange vulnerability of really caring about something, about someone. She looks at him wide-eyed and grows tense because she knows that he will give her whatever she asks for....

She doesn’t know where he’ll sleep tonight. They’ve kissed exactly once, and in a church no less. She could ask him to take her to the moon, and unfortunately, he would say, Well, I know a guy who….

“The ocean,” she manages, the parish behind her echoing with sentiments that don’t make any sense. This is the most chaste wedding they’ve ever seen, she thinks, then feels as if the exact opposite of that statement is true. “I’d like to go to the ocean.""

anesis

Post Redux II: ""the room was dark as she pulled “new skin for the old ceremony” off of the shelf, and in the kitchen, there was a plate of warm cookies waiting for them, maggie’s little way of convincing mulder that he was welcome here even if bill was still in town, still celebrating his sister’s miraculous recovery, and still questioning how exactly she could have been saved. with the sky turning to an evening red, she took the record out of the sleeve, her hands as graceful and steady as a surgeon’s, and when she brought it onto the aging record player, she seemed practiced in her motions until she set the needle down midway through the first song, skipping the introduction altogether.""

Oponthoud

S5?""He couldn't read the little guidebook to the Van Gogh museum because it was all in Dutch, so he followed her aimlessly through the exhibits. A museum of the world, not just of the country, he knew this was, but unfortunately, the art was wasted on him. Though she fit in here, a well-dressed woman in black pants and a cowl-neck sweater that made her look, in his opinion, like a casual supermodel, he was an outcast, a guy with holes in his coat who was tugged around by the prettiest girl in the room.""

Anonymous said: cold, ocean, phonebook

Drive: ""As dusk settled over the Californian sea beyond her, she flipped through a phonebook, thought of keywords for what she wanted: milkshakes, family-owned, titled as Chuck’s Place or Beverly’s Diner or even The Greasy Spoon. Biting her lip in concentration, she counted the waves beyond her little payphone, measured time with them as she looked over all of the listed restaurants from here to San Francisco. Loleta was an odd combination of seaside and rustic, rich and unpopulated; if she wanted a diner, she would have to drive, and after that day, she didn’t want to be stuck behind a wheel any longer than was absolutely necessary.""

in the woods

S7: ""he sets a steaming mug on the coffee-table beside her, the scent of hot chocolate curling her lips up. last night, he made them rib-eyes with spinach and mashed potatoes, used that ridiculously expensive grass-fed butter and everything; she picks up the mug, takes a creamy sip, and decides that she can summarize this weekend with the word rich.""

DC Cherry Blossoms

S7: ""it was late april in 1999 when padgett - or, rather, whoever was involved with padgett - tried to steal her heart, and as he remembers finding her covered in blood on the floor of his apartment, his heart speeds up anxiously; that night, she asked him to take her home, asked him to walk her up to her apartment, asked if he wouldn’t mind spending the night, so of course, he spent the night.... by six in the morning, she finally spoke.

“mulder?” he could remember her saying, his surname breaking the heavy silence in her home.

he hummed a response, faced her in bed.

“when do the botanical gardens open?""

What happens when mulder tries to wake Scully up? Or vice versa

S7: ""the last time one of these mornings occurred, she left the house in a pajama top by accident and had to drive back to change. after living with her for years, he’s developed a way to cope with mornings like this, so he stands up, sets her tea down on their bureau, and comes back over to the bed.

“scully, you need to get up,” he says with just a hint of glee; this is his last warning.""

Hesitation

S9, AU: ""though he wants to call out in search of her, he stays quiet, leaves the paper on the kitchen table, heads upstairs to see if will’s asleep. along the upstairs hallway, she hung pictures of him and his sister together along with her family’s various christmas cards of yore; though he thought looking at photographs of the dead would bring a darkness he disliked into their home, he pauses at the pictures, smiles softly at how bright samantha’s eyes had been.""

Unnamed

S9, AU: ""Softly, he grips onto Will, stands up slowly in hope that their son will stay asleep in his arms. “When have we ever been cranky in the morning?”

At that, she gives him a look, but the smile he returns makes her soften.

“He read the first two pages all by himself,” Mulder beams, walking toward the stairs while Will sleeps against his chest; she follows him closely, trying to keep her footsteps quiet.""

taking a pregnancy test

Post S9: ""then, she leaves quickly, heads toward the gas station quick-mart in front of them. as she walks away, she tries and fails to keep her gait confident; though she wants him to think she's indifferent, the sheer possibility of this has tears stinging her eyes. the terrible beauty of a second chance makes her feel as though the world isn't so bad anymore, as though they could live in peace together for the rest of their lives. though she knows she should feel empty from all that has been taken from her, the idea alone makes her feel whole. despite how she wishes she didn't, she wants this so badly with him.""

19 please :)

Pre-IWTB: ""i like it,” he says through a mouthful; she stares up at the ceiling, her eyes softly transfixed on how white and unmoving such a thing can be. while they travelled, she stole and read a copy of american gods, could remember how shadow kept seeing little things that made him remember he was no longer in prison; the house keys, the car she bought in her own name using her own bank card, being able to order a pizza over the phone, the heady silence only known as home, they all came back to her with a frightening familiarity...""

where i live, it's snowing

Pre-IWTB: ""he could at least do the housework, keeping the sheets soft and clean, passing her a fresh towel as she stepped out of a steaming bath, washing the dishes even though he sorely despised the chore. however, no matter how educated he could grow in the ways of living far away from other people, there were some things that required more than just a manual saw and a geezer.

“don’t call yourself a geezer,” she’d said while they’d watched their neighbors, outfitted with a chainsaw and young men’s naive muscles, chop the fallen tree from an environmental disruption to easily-burned wood.""

in the heat

Pre-IWTB: ""she pretends to stare at her watch, as though she were actually counting the minutes before he came out of the water; taking up a spot by her hips, daggoo sits on her towel, anticipating everything in a mirror-image of mulder himself. finally, she looks away from her watch, sucks her lips in as she says, “time’s up.”

then, his smile grows wider as he reaches down, takes off her sunglasses and leaves them on the towel; in swift motions, he picks her up, then throws her over his shoulder, walks straight for the water. as he starts to wade in, she can’t stop laughing.""

at night

Pre-IWTB: ""around eleven-thirty, something stirs him from sleep; groggily, he looks around for a cause, sees scully sitting up in bed. if it's passed eleven and scully isn't asleep, then there's a definitive reason, so he slowly sits up and joins her.""

having lunch

Pre-IWTB: ""the first thing she finds is a little sticky note, i love you! written on it in mulder’s handwriting.""

sunday, 3am

Pre-IWTB: ""It’s okay,” he whispered, the bag of ice in his hand hovering before her, his brain buzzing in the overtired way he used to feel accustomed to. If his circadian rhythms were reliable, then he and his body estimated that three in the morning, maybe half past, had come and gone. A long time ago, she’d told him that keeping lights on from the nighttime hours of ten-to-ten harmed the brain’s ability to produce melatonin, but he figured that light would be the least of their worries tonight.""

downpour, early october

Pre-IWTB: ""his phone on speaker and left on the kitchen counter, he'd chopped vegetables for dinner while talking to her, his knife-cuts careful and slow. age had made his hands clumsy, as she so loved to point out when he got a little too cocky with his chopping. after last week's stitches incident, his thumb still intact but just barely, he wouldn't take any chances.""

saying "I love you" without saying anything at all

Pre-IWTB: ""...she’s stuck in stopped bumper-to-bumper traffic on the highway, her eyes closing in annoyance that an accident just had to occur after her bad day at work. thankfully, the guy ahead of her lets his brake-lights off; they’re finally moving. she sighs in thankfulness, but nonetheless, she knows it’s going to be a long drive home.

her purse is on the passenger’s seat, so she figures that reaching into it and taking her phone out so that she can call mulder is a good idea; she could dial his number in her sleep, so she barely has to look at the screen as she starts to make the call.""

at starbucks

Pre-IWTB: ""her drink always comes up first, and as she picks up the cup, she immediately takes off its lid, sighs at the sight of whipped cream on top. though she always makes it clear that she doesn’t want whipped cream, she’s rarely gotten a coffee without the dollop on top.""

Bubbles!

Post IWTB: ""she presses against the water with her hands, moves away from you while you look in between sea-fans and fire corals. though you’re thankful for the change, for the difference, you know these colors could never exist in the states, at least not in the part of the states where you both live, no matter how greatly you wish they would. out there, everything is grassy and earthy, the colors being those of mountains, canyons, freshwater lakes, but here, cold and warm fluorescents light up the strangely-blue water, and though you’re wearing goggles, the world comes through in perfectly clear technicolor. the fish are like pizza shop open signs, the reefs textured and endless, the sand flitted with pink flecks that shine out most when they’re stuck to her hands. after the bout of winter you’ve had in virginia, the warmth and vibrance of the maldives feel life-affirming, the combination acting as a brash awakening to the varying beauties of the world. you’re glad that your first true vacation together was to somewhere that feels like another planet.""

at the beach

Post IWTB: ""he'll call their order in eventually, but for now, he just wants to sit by the ocean and hold her warm hand. with the scent of the sea, the sound of her breathing, and the taste of sweet lemonade on his tongue, he feels relaxation deep in his bones. though he's always searched for life on other planets - and though this planet has recently given him reasons to look elsewhere based on the news - there are some parts of his life on this planet that leave him in joyful wonder, in awe of how beautiful and pure these pleasures feel.""

anabiosis

Post IWTB: ""...he stumbled over his shed pants and leaned too hard against her bedside table. at the time, she huffed a laugh, then ignored the piece of furniture altogether.

they only noticed that i was broken the next morning when she didn’t hear her alarm go off. though scully had remembered to clean out the fridge and take out the trash, she’d forgotten to empty the glass of water she kept on her bedside table, so when she stared down at the table, now a pile splintering and aged wood, she saw unrepairable cracks, a wet spot, and an unsalvageable clock.""

How about if they try running together? Are they adorably frustrated with the height difference?

Post IWTB: ""though she invests in nice running clothes - most of them are incredibly expensive and from that one brand, something about lemons - he’s all about the cotton tee shirt and basketball shorts. however, this specific pair of basketball shorts has seen better days, probably ones sometime around 1995 or 1996. these shorts don’t stretch much anymore and have quite a bit of trouble staying up; she giggles under her breath whenever he has to pull them up.""

at a motel

Post IWTB: ""when he wakes, her side of the bed is empty, cold, and still a little damp; getting up, he looks through the sliding glass doors of their room, can just make out her red hair in the fog. her back to him, she stands just at the edge of the rocky beach beyond their motel, her gaze focused on the ocean. as pisces as can be, he smiles to himself as he puts on his shirt and shoes, then goes out to meet her.

they’re in new brunswick, but the weather and the surroundings still feel like maine, where they passed through in order to get here.""

beneath the stars

Post IWTB: ""we should install a skylight."

"we can't install a skylight."

"why not?"

"because above us is the attic, not the roof. all we would get is a view of what we have stored up there.""

coming home

Post IWTB: ""when she arrives home, her raincoat’s hood up to shield her from the unyielding downpour, he’s standing in the kitchen, a little cooking stain on his shirt; he stirs a large pot of soup, what he figures she’ll want after a long, cold day. as she steps out of her shoes - little duck-boots, too short to be worn in snow but the perfect height to wear when she needed to wear dress-slacks in the rain - and sheds her coat, he asks, “how was work?""

at chipotle

Post IWTB: ""he hovers behind her, both a step too far away and a step too close. as she’s complained before, these franchises are so loud, but they’re the healthiest fast-food she’s managed to find.""

at whole foods

Post IWTB: ""but scientists could’ve had their livelihood hinging on it, scully!” he says as she sighs but smiles, for she can’t take him into this store without having him notice something and go on and on about it until they’ve checked out. last time, he scrutinized over the bulk food section and how so many different varieties of the same-colored rice they had.""

malneirophrenia

Post IWTB: ""she looks to him, then leaps down the porch-steps and races out into the grass.

she’s barefoot. she never goes barefoot.

as he always will, he follows her, his bare feet and aging heart protesting as he tries to catch up with her. though she’s tiny, she’s fast, faster than he can remember her being.""

having coffee

Post IWTB: ""she ducks into the shop, mulder at her heels as she closes the front door behind them; he retracts their umbrella, one that hardly kept them dry given the blustering winds outside. they came out here to damascus with the plan of hiking over the three-day weekend; however, the weather has had other ideas for them, has kept them holed up at an inn and reading in bed while the peak fall foliage rustles about outside.""

at the ballet

Post IWTB: ""he's not one for fine arts, particularly the modern or performance-based ones, but a month beforehand, she mentioned that she would love to take in a ballet, so here they are, him wearing a sport-coat and a tie she'd given him years beforehand, her wearing a little black dress and nude pumps.""

true minds (Ao3)

Post IWTB: ""There's..."

She paused, took a breath.

"I'd like to see something," she gave. "In the city."

"Are you asking me to go with you?"

She paused again.

"Yes," she gave, emphasis on the fricative, "but I'm not sure it's something you'd like to see."

"Is the ballet in town?" he half-joked.

"Meet me at the hospital as soon as you can?""

cioppino

Post IWTB: ""the flourless chocolate cake is settling in the fridge; the homemade gelato from that place she loves in town is milling about in the freezer; he baked fresh bread this morning, iced a bottle of sparkling cider just in case. now, he simply needs the cioppino to cooperate, and then, the night will be set, all of his variables taken care of; after that, all he needs to do is wait for her response.

he got the ring three days ago, claimed he was borrowing her car so that he could help an old lady from the library shovel her driveway.""

in sickness

Post IWTB: ""yesterday, scully came home with a cough, said that she must've picked something up from a kid in the emergency room; after calling in to say that she wouldn't be working the next day - she tended to play it safe when it came to sickness - she retired for the evening, her dinner being warm soup mulder made and served to her in bed; she was too thankful for the gesture than to complain that the vegetables weren't fully cooked. then, she mixed some honey and herbs - it was just a little cough, she swore, and all she needed was something to suppress it so that she could sleep - and went to bed with him alongside her. for hours, he knew she couldn't sleep, couldn't stop coughing long enough to let herself fall asleep. at one in the morning, he propped her up with some extra pillows, let her curl up next to him as she cringed against each cough.""

reazione

Post IWTB: ""for the nine hours they spent on a plane, he never once sought out entertainment.

“and that’s a redox reaction,” scully explained over a series of inked and torn-up cocktail napkins, each advertising coca cola, deliziosa e rinfrescante in red text on one corner. “it involves a transfer of electrons, thus changing the oxidation number of the molecule.”

“so you lose or gain one?” mulder asked, the lighting above their economy-class - her insistence - seats sparse and dim, making him squint from behind his reading glasses.""

on a bad day

Post Home Again: ""scully?” he asks, his voice softer than before, more aware. though he knows what day it is, he also knows that she’s best off when he doesn’t talk about it, when he lets her work and get through the day in whichever way she chooses. however, he cares deeply, sometimes to a fault, so now, he seems to see that there’s cause for concern. “are you alright?"

then, she fully gives in to the sobs, hunches over on her desk, pushes that stupid salad out of the way. he can hear her - she knows that much for sure - but he stays silent nonetheless, waits for her to speak first. in between sobs, she wipes away tears, manages, "i miss my sister.""

Love your stories! Please post one of your 'Scully is sick and Mulder takes care of her' fics...

Revival: ""doctors make the worst patients, scully told him once during their days working the x-files. there’s something about understanding what is wrong with you, he surmises, that makes enduring something like the flu all the more traumatic; though you may know exactly what is happening in your body, you still can’t stop it from happening.""

on his birthday

Revival: ""what’re you going to wish for?”

the reality is that there is nothing more he wants right now, nothing more he knows he can have. of course, he wishes for things like world peace and…he wishes things were never so dire or dark for either of them, summarizes all of those wishes with just that line. however, of the things he could wish for or want for his future, there is nothing, not when he has their life together. however, that’s all beside the point, so he asks, “don’t people usually sing before you blow out the candles?""

on sunday morning

Revival: ""when she wakes, he’s sitting up in bed, his book in hand, daggoo at his feet.

“good morning,” he says softly as soon as she stirs; while she looks up at him, he looks down, smiles a quiet, warm smile just for her.

though she has woken up this way for many mornings now, has grown accustomed to sleeping next to him, there nonetheless remains an exquisite sense of peace within her whenever she wakes up next to him.""

Hi! I don't know if you want to do this prompt but MSR In a power outage. It just happened to me and for some reason I thought of your blog lol

Revival: ""how is it that chinese restaurants always have power when we don’t?” he asks as she sets their monopoly box on the kitchen table, nearly knocking over the container of shrimp fried rice in the process.

“must be fate,” she deadpans as she pulls the board out of the box, sets up the cash one the kitchen table; she’s memorized their starting amounts, always acts as banker when they play.""

feeding the dog

Revival: ""all i’m saying is that we’ve seen forbidden planet many, many times, but it’s been a long time since we watched something...”

she trails off as she takes the bag of dog food out of the pantry, takes the chip-clip from off of its rolled-over top. inside, there’s a scoop, and next to her on the counter is daggoo’s little bowl, one mulder bought and painted himself. light blue ceramic, white polka-dots, daggoo written in black print. it matches nothing else in the house.""

paleomnesia

Revival: ""i’ve told you this a million times over,” mulder insists with a lighthearted laugh. “plus, you were there too. no matter how many times i recount those events to you, they aren’t going to change, and your memory of them isn’t going to change.”

“i don’t want them to change,” she says softly....""

Thank you for reading~

Enjoy!

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chronologicalhomestuck · 7 months ago

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karkat pov liveblog: part 7 (A5A2, part 2)

karkat has just fallen asleep. surely there will be no conflicts with the destruction of prospit.

he wakes up on prospit just in time to see it destroyed by a guy who sure looks like his old friend...and his dreamself is killed, throwing him into visions of horrorterrors like those that jade saw when her dreamself died in descend.

CGA: What CGA: What Did I Do FUTURE carcinoGeneticist [FCG2] 600 HOURS FROM NOW responded to memo. FCG2: OK. FCG2: EVERYTHING'S FINE I GUESS. CGA: What Happened FCG2: I PASSED OUT FOR ABOUT AN HOUR. FCG2: FUCKING EMBARRASSING. FCG2: YOU ARE OUT OF YOUR GODDAMN MIND, YOU KNOW. CGA: Shithive Maggots You Mean FCG2: YEAH FCG2: IN A GOOD WAY THOUGH.

back on page 2567, another karkat joins the memo, having woken up.

and now we reach the walkaround. im turning ruffle back on so i can play!

...and it REALLY doesnt want to load past 12%. i feel like i remember it doing this last time i tried playing it. ok i give up, im gonna use the lets read homestuck dubs.

the opening of this game has karkat send messages on the memo that we have already seen--the lines i included earlier in this post! the only difference is that now the karkat listed in the log is PCG, since we are seeing him write this from his pov.

another hussie note, via the homestuck companion extension:

and im gonna reference dialogue from here so i dont have to rip it from the video by hand.

in > Talk To Terezi, karkat (indirectly) tells terezi about his horrorterror dream and then orders all prospit dreamers to stay awake.

in > Get lowdown from Terezi, terezi tells karkat that they discovered the humans.

im gonna be skipping conversations without a lot of interesting content in them, but i might revist them in future pov liveblogs!

oh nice, lets talk to kanaya

KARKAT: HEY I JUST GOT DONE TALKING TO YOU IN THE PAST. REMEMBER YOU WERE FUCKING AROUND WITH THE VOLCANO AND I PASSED OUT FOR AN HOUR? KANAYA: Vaguely KARKAT: THAT WAS NOW. HEY GUESS WHAT, NEW ORDERS. NO MORE IMPROMPTU AMPUTATIONS, OK? KANAYA: Impromptutations

impromptutations was funny ok. also this is a moment when i think the chronological pov makes things interesting.

KANAYA: I Did My Best To Clean Up The Blood Before You Woke Up KARKAT: THANKS FOR THAT. ALSO ANOTHER NEW ORDER. DON'T GO TO SLEEP. KANAYA: Dont Worry I Dont Really Want To Find Out What Happens If I Do

way to go girl. cleaning up the blood AND on top of this no-sleep plan? hell yeah!

KANAYA: Any Other Orders KANAYA: Such As Those Which Might Pertain To These Alien Children KARKAT: YEAH, MY ORDERS ARE THAT THEY'RE COMPLETELY IRRELEVANT, AND WHO CARES ABOUT THEM. KANAYA: How Are Those Orders KARKAT: BECAUSE I'M YOUR LEADER THAT'S HOW. KANAYA: They Are Not Irrelevant KARKAT: HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT. KANAYA: Its A Bit Complicated KANAYA: But I Believe You Should Give Them A Closer Look Before You Decide What To Do About Them If Anything KANAYA: Perhaps Then An Especially Leaderly Speech Will Be In Order KARKAT: OK I DOUBT THAT BUT WHATEVER.

we continue to discuss the humans they discovered.

oh boy its vriska time!

KARKAT: HEY VRISKA, WHAT ARE YOU DOING. KARKAT: PLEASE, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, LET IT BE SOMETHING INCONSEQUENTIAL AND BENIGN. VRISKA: Karkat! Man, you were out for a long time. I have made so many plans for these humans while you were asleep. Do you know how many plans have 8een made?

we are really building up the plans to mess with these humans!

KARKAT: LOOK WHATEVER YOU'RE DOING, STOP. OR PUT IT ON PAUSE. CAN YOU PLEASE DO THAT? KARKAT: I WASN'T GOING TO BOTHER WITH THE HUMANS BUT NOW YOU'RE MAKING ME NERVOUS. JUST GIVE ME THE CHANCE TO LOOK INTO THIS MATTER, AND THEN I'LL BRIEF EVERYBODY. KARKAT: MAYBE WITH A SPEECH OR SOMETHING. CAN YOU DO THAT?

and karkat continues to hint at a leaderly speech.

he also discusses the "impromptutations" with equius (supplier of the robolegs) and tavros (sleeping, unwitting participant/victim/recipent)

he talks more about the humans with nepeta. wow all these other trolls really do fucking wanna talk to these humans which karkat could not give a crap about!

the face of a girl whose roleplay shenanigans have been enabled.

and now onto feferi:

FEFERI: Finally! So Karkat, w)(at was your dream like after you died? I )(ave been glubbing like crazy over )(ere wondering about it. KARKAT: I'M NOT TALKING ABOUT IT. JUST DON'T GO TO SLEEP. KARKAT: OH WAIT, YOU'RE A DERSE DREAMER, RIGHT? NEVER MIND, KNOCK YOURSELF OUT. LITERALLY.

karkat's orders only apply to prospit dreamers. if he actually mistook her for a prospit dreamer briefly, i wouldnt be surprised. i dont have a great handle on how moon assignments work and she has some prospit traits.

FEFERI: You look so nervous and pale. Were you scared of w)(at you saw? KARKAT: WHAT ABOUT NOT TALKING ABOUT IT DON'T YOU GET. FEFERI: T)(ere's no reason to be scared! T)(ey are not as terrible as t)(ey look. FEFERI: W)(en Derse is destroyed, I am going to go to sleep and prove it.

her actual plan for when shes asleep is to get the horrorterrors to create the dream bubbles so dreams wont be so scary!

aradia is up next.

ARADIA: have y0u decided t0 tr0ll them yet KARKAT: TROLL WHO? ARADIA: never mind ARADIA: lets pretend i didnt say that and lets als0 pretend it isnt inevitable

oh aradiabot. i love u so much but u rlly can be infuriating for people to talk to.

ARADIA: n0thing. its n0t like a decisi0n y0u are ab0ut t0 make will invariably lead t0 every pr0blem we have and will ever face as well as the great und0ing itself

if she didnt make me so sad i would find her really funny

ARADIA: actually i guess i c0uld kill y0u right n0w and st0p it all fr0m happening thus d00ming us all in an 0ffsh00t timeline ARADIA: i might c0nsider it if we all werent d00med anyway ARADIA: and if y0u werent my friend

even though as a robot, aradia is much more violent than godtier or pre-death aradia (remember how she beats vriska to death?), shes so...idk her nihilism loops all the way back around to being almost sweet :]

KARKAT: IF WE WEREN'T ALL ABOUT TO DIE, I'D DEDICATE OUR WHOLE TEAM TO FINDING A WAY TO BRING YOU BACK TO LIFE

i love it when its obvious that karkat cares so much about his friends despite his attitude.

SOLLUX: [...] iim not goiing two break down 2obbiing becau2e you pa22 out at the 2iight of a liittle blood, why dont you man up. KARKAT: HEY FUCK YOU, I TURN AROUND AND SEE A CRAZY GIRL WITH A CHAINSAW AND A TSUNAMI OF BROWN. IS IT TOO MUCH TO ASK THAT WE NOT TURN OUR LITTLE HIDEOUT INTO A SLAUGHTERHOUSE?

foreshadowing much?

KARKAT: SO WHAT'S THE DEAL WITH THESE ALIENS, IS IT ANYTHING I SHOULD GIVE A SHIT ABOUT? SOLLUX: no not at all, theyre u2ele22 and uniintere2tiing liike iim 2ure you already gathered. SOLLUX: ii recommend we dont bother wiith them, though aradiia 2eem2 two thiink well all be iin each other2 2ponge2 iineviitably. SOLLUX: whatever, iim pretty commiitted two not haviing anythiing two do wiith them ever. KARKAT: GOOD, THAT'S WHAT I LIKE TO HEAR.

finally, karkat thinks. someone who agrees.

KARKAT: MAN, FUCK MY FUTURE MEMOS. SOLLUX: no way, theyre hiilariiou2, be2t thiing about haviing you a2 a leader hand2 down. KARKAT: FUCK THAT SENTIMENT, AND FUCK YOU, AND FUCK FUTURE ME.

youre getting calinguously freudian there, karkat...

oh cool, time for some ectobiology reminiscence.

maybe ill go back and add the ectobiology to an earlier post?

anyways, we are now back to normal conversations.

...which i will get to in another post because this one is already very long.

#past karkat: wake up #homestuck #liveblog #homestuck liveblog #pov: karkat #A5A2: karkat #A5A2 #karkat vantas

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adultswim2021 · 24 days ago

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HIGH-ATE-US

Hey, everyone. It's me, your erstwhile blogster. Sorry or not updating this blog for months. Things got "real weird", as they like to say in the UK. But now is the time to resume my bad life's bad work: blogging about all of Adult Swim (within reason). Umm... here we go! (I am doing an insulting gay-voice when I italicize)

It is thanksgiving. I cooked myself a nice big steak and decided to get high for the first time in a while. Really! It has actually been a while! I mostly just been doing low-dose THC CBD gummies to manage anxiety, and have not touched my more potent "fun" edibles in months. The CBD ones sorta work? I haven't intentionally highed-myself in a big while, and me being high is your big boon: in this state I have decided to come back here and start posting again. I need to get back into writing. It may still save my life yet... (sigh!)

I am watching old Letterman clips (from 1985; Milos Foreman is talking about god-knows-what). Old Letterman is very soothing to me. It is one of the first shows I ever fell in love with. I am keeping a text list of my favorite bits from a big collection of clips that I cut up into chronological order so one could roughly experience the timewarp effect of watching not only an old thing, but a lot of the same old thing in chronological order as some facsimile of time travel, or express some desire to live a parallel life where I am the same age I currently am now, but it's the 1980s. I can't be a kid again? Okay, fine. But can't I at least continue being an adult in some other time? I have be here RIGHT NOW? NO. THAT SUCKS.

why I'm trying to keep track of my favorite bits have to do with some absolutely delusional idea that I have, where I create some kind of monument to some idea of an all-encompassing television canon that I have. I'm too embarrassed to speak of it in depth, because it is truly loser shit. It isn't exactly this, but it is close to it in some spiritual way: imagine ranking every single comedy sketch you've ever seen. Is there a website that lets you do this.

I yearn for a simpler life where I live an era where physical media perfection was laserdisc, and you had to spend over $100 on a movie if Criterion happens to be the ones releasing it. That is to say, I'm in a pretty good, fairly productive mood. Let's face it: pontification is stimulating, and sadly, it's been a long while since I've felt STIMULATED. Let's take the old thinking cap out for a spin shall weee!

This post is not an episode recap, but it is me catching up on all my mails that piled up during my "real weird" exile. Some messages may be very old/irrelevant and I'm sorry if I can't answer them correctly. I will do my best.

snusuwiwjs asked:

Have you watched Jellystone S3E14 - Space Con?

I saw the RELEVANT CLIPS. This show looks very fun. I haven't been watching it for some reason. Too busy watching old Letterman. I watch stuff that doesn't require me to sit down and ACTIVELY watch it because I moved and don't have a nice big TV yet, because logistical issues persist (I received "TV Money" from my parents in the form of a Target gift card and buying the TV I want from them would require a third party such as u-haul because for some fucked up reason they won't deliver large televisions). I watch everything on a computer monitor, and I stray towards podcast and youtube junk as a result of that.

I have issues with procrastinating, too, so it's taken me this long just to get myself a couch, a laptop table for use with a couch, and a coffee table for nearby supplies and devices. I am in a very slow-moving phase lately. Pray for me that it ends soon. Anyway, I wasn't pissed off about Jellystone recasting Zorak and Moltar, unless they were going to try and have them voice Coast to Coast versions of them.

Sorta related: I have an idea for a Space Ghost finale, that would be in book-form, and I don't know if it'd be inappropriate to try and give the IP-holders in charge the idea for it, and also I think it is lame and embarrassing to have ideas for things like this when you're not actually in charge of this type of decision-making. It makes me almost worse than a fan-fiction writer. I on some level imagine myself in a pitch room saying this stuff, and that is objectively gay.

I am just going to talk about that here, because fuck it. It would be a post show-biz memoir from Space Ghost, at least by the cover that's what it'd look like. Then the memoir part (which is insane and full of very untrue sounding things) ends abruptly, because Space ghost didn't know how to fill up the required page length. So the book switches gears to make up for that, and it becomes an in-character oral history of the show, with the characters talking about the making of the show, focusing on fictional installments of the show, the conceit being that there are episodes of Coast to Coast that never aired on Earth.

Because you're describing all new-episodes, you could get famous people to riff out a fake talk show scenario they supposedly experienced in one of these unseen episodes. The cornerstone of this section of the book will be the characters describing the finale of Coast to Coast. Maybe they honor Toonami canon and have Moltar depart the galaxy, never to be hard from again. Oh yeah the book would also go out of it's way to include this as is the in-universe reason that Moltar's sections in the oral history are all specifically said to be from archival sources and attributed to previous publications, like he wasn't interviewed specifically for the book.

I do not have actual story ideas for this. Just concepts. I am sorry if you thought there'd be more. I am just describing a Space Ghost book that I would be very excited to read. Anyway, that section of the book ends and then there's a series of all-black pages with white text, resembling adult swim bumpers. They read: "Space Ghost and co. are not real. They're not even human; they're cartoons. Some of the things they do would cause a person to get hurt, expelled, arrested, possibly deported. To put it another way: don't try this at home."

Then the rest of the book will be an actual making-of the real show, like an for-real oral history (and there will be glossy pages with cool Space Ghost art and behind-the-scenes photos), and then the cornerstone of THAT section will be a big list of every guest star they could possibly ask or piece together anecdotally what every guest star on the show thought of their episode after it aired. Give Sean Medlock an entire page to vent.

THAT IS MY IDEA FOR A SPACE GHOST BOOK AND I HOPE THE PEOPLE WHO HAVE ACCESS TO THAT PARTICULAR IP READ THIS AND STEAL ALL OF THESE IDEAS (please let me come to one pitch meeting for it)

Here's another from snusuwiwjs!

Oh hey, you watched Barenaked Ladies! Honestly that’s the only GameTap episode I liked. It is also the only one I watched because I got baited by the title. Anyway, you said there was a Fox fakeout promo for Family Guy on Adult Swim, but I don’t think I could find anything? All reuploads only show the Adult Swim bump, so it would be nice if you could show some proof, mister.

Found a reupload here! Barenaked Ladies is the closest the Gametap episodes came to feeling like a real episode.

I’m sorry to jump ahead, but are you keeping up with the apparent falling-out between Eric Andre and his writing partner Dan Curry over Johnny Knoxville? Curry alleges Knoxville tased him like a week into that ABC prank panel show that Knoxville and Andre were part of, causing Curry a broken bone, and Curry further claims Andre told him not to make a big deal about it. He also claims Andre canceled some of their book tour over this dispute.

I didn't know Eric Andre would ever accuse someone of being a drama queen. I have not followed this, I'm not sure I care about it though just sayin!!! I respect you with peace and love but I don't now if I can have an opinion about this. I need to receive a big check from my car insurance before I can start thinking about stuff like that. I am sorry, but some parts of my brain are simply on hold right now.

Another from snusuwiwjs

member the antenna episode of athf? it’s kind of sad how adult swim fucked their employees over, isn’t it? george, clay, andy were often portrayed as living in the dumps and looking for a job, but it isn’t too far from truth, is it?

No it is not far from the truth at all! It is very sad. The elites ruling over us are denying us god's grace and we must become evil and violent towards them soon. I am parroting something frequent mail-bagger KON said to me while chatting in PRIVATE CHANNELS: They really should just do a Jellystone spin-off with that iteration of Brak. Or "The Calarts Brak Show" as he called it. Get Andy out of those trucks. Somebody could get hurt in those things.

simpsons

That's nice slugger... (BIGGEST EYEROLL IN THE UNIVERSE)

From KON, who is actually just a character I do:

it's time for the blog to come back

No Kon! NOT YET

janeane garofalo in the cable guy

I once had a phase where I tried to become a Janeane completist and I watched all of her movies I think up to MATCHMAKER, which was too bad to bear and made me stop doing that. I still love her. I wish that I could meet her. I had a very good chance once and I let it slip by me. I should maybe attend one of her standing-up comedy engagements, if she still does that.

If anybody has a copy of that Mr. Show commercial where she's dressed like a mallrat and mary lynn rajskub does the Macar-anus but it's an actual HQ video taped from TV and not a guy pointing their phone at the TV screen please let me know.

There are a small number of Promos for Mr. Show that have not been collected on DVD. I want them all! GIVE ME THEM! (the series of ones where they jump through paper hoops for season 4, for example). Also I do not have a nice copy of the season 2 best-of, which was supposed to bet put on DVD but wasn't. That's the one where they are doing a news conference.

i have a special late-breaking scoop just for you: Justin Roiland has passed. he's gone, for good. you have my blessing to inform your readers of this JUICY story

Goodbye Justin Roiland! We loved your funny video games and rabble-rousing rhetoric on bluesky. I hope you thrive in him/he-aven

happy "jimmy carter gets to vote for kamala harris day" to those who celebrate. which adult swim chars do you think are cheering him on :)

Everyone in town is expected to turn out

FROM KON:

Blog's gotta be coming back any day now

♪♫ OH, KON... :D ♪♫

#adultswim2021

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get-back-homeward · 1 year ago

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Guess what arrived this week!

I never buy reissues let alone preorder, but I had a hunch this set would be worth having, and I’m very happy with it. They look lovely together.

There's a nice little essay in each booklet that feels very appropriate for the times. You can read them here and here. If I had anything to complain about I'd say the CD sleeves are pretty risky. They're so tight, you gotta pinch them just right to get the CD out without scratching. I doubt I'm putting them back to their original spots. The spot behind the booklet is wide enough and will work fine as a substitute if you have single protective sleeves for each disc.

But all I really care about is the sound. And man, the sound knocks me out. Giles really outdid himself with these mixes. The only one I'd say I'm truly unhappy with is I Am The Walrus. The 2017 mix was fine to me, and messing with the ending seems silly, but it's easy enough to swap out. Out of 75 tracks, I expect a few to not be my favorite. It's more than worth it for the tracks that have clarified the sound and helped me to hear details I couldn't before.

The big changes are the additional songs, including George's songs and covers, and the 2023 mixes. With the backwards reissues, it's the Red Album that has the most new mixes here. They really surpass my expectations. This is the best I've ever heard their 1963 songs. Disc 1 adds I Saw Her Standing There, Twist and Shout, Roll Over Beethoven, This Boy, You Really Got a Hold On Me, and You Can't Do That. Disc 2 adds If I Needed Someone, Taxman, Got to Get You Into My Life, I'm Only Sleeping, Here There and Everywhere, and Tomorrow Never Knows. I have no qualms with any of them, they all feel like they belong here.

The biggest advantage of these newest mixes is the space between parts. It helps to hear Ringo's drums and percussion better in one part and George's guitar in another, hear Paul's bass here and harmonies there. I don't find any of the mixes too drastic save Walrus but together they really elevate the listening experience.

I found myself flagging John's songs as sounding best, and I think that may be a function of hearing more of the layers underneath along with the clarified vocals. Some of his harmonies with Paul just sound exceptionally good with this new tech. Norwegian Wood is a standout, as is Ticket to Ride. Norwegian Wood seems to push John's vocals further to the front instead of getting masked by the acoustic. The three-part harmonies sound divine on This Boy and Nowhere Man. I've seen criticism about the space changing the magic of the Rubber Soul tracks. If you don't like it, it's easy enough to swap out, but I didn't really have a problem with it.

On the Blue Album, of the five new mixes, Magical Mystery Tour and Hey Bulldog stand out best. It's actually kinda embarrassing how much I was missing from MMT before. I felt halfway through like I was listening to a brand new song. My one quibble is the strange placement of Hey Bulldog. It expected it to follow Lady Madonna on Disc 1 for roughly chronological order but instead it's between Blackbird and Get Back on Disc 2. I guess they were going by order of original release instead of recording date order used in the Anthology. But it was the one place the order threw me for a loop.

Placing Now and Then at the end of this hefty 75 track list is a controversial choice perhaps, but I think it bears the weight of the legacy well. Particularly because it's following The Long & Winding Road, which ends on Paul's plea: Don't leave me waiting here Lead me to your door

Now and Then starts with John's confession: I know it's true It's all because of you And if I make it through It's all because of you

It feels like a continuation of a conversation. An answer.

Paul's lyrical input is small but powerful, adding "will" and "always" to add certainty to John's cool now and then I miss you. Two lines were incomplete and required that Paul finish them. The completed line packs a punch: I want you to be there for me Always to return to me

This is officially the last Lennon-McCartney lyric, constructed across decades. But it doesn't feel like an ending, only a completed circle. Perhaps because this ending so seamlessly loops back to the beginning again: Love love me do You know I love you I'll always be true So plea-ee-ee-ease Love me do

And I guess if you want to go further: I'll do anything for you Anything you want me to If you'll be true to me

You can find bits across the track list that link as well: Now and then I feel so insecure Know that I just need you like I never done before

I’ll get to you somehow/until I do I’m telling you so you’ll understand

Life is very short and there’s no time for fussing and fighting my friend

Though I know I’ll never lose affection for people and things that went before I know I’ll often stop and think about them

To lead a better life I need my love to be here

Had you gone you knew in time we’d meet again for I had told you

Knowing that love is to share, each one believing that love never dies

Limitless undying love which shines around me like a million suns and calls me on and on across the universe

It leaves me with an abundance of multiverse AU feels in the vein of Everything Everywhere All At Once.

Maybe there is something out there, some new discovery, that will make us feel like even smaller pieces of shit. Something that explains why you still went looking for me, through all of this noise. And why, no matter what, I still want to be here with you. I will always want to be here with you.

I would just like to say, in another life, I would have really liked just doing laundry and taxes with you.

We live in the world they chose music and fame, and the songs they leave us with is their legacy and our gift.

The press for these releases has been a mess. But the BBC Eras series on The Beatles ends on two quotes that been stuck in my head all week:

It’s the last song that my dad and Paul and George and Ringo will get to make together. You know, even though it took a long time, it feels very synchronous that the lyric speaks about time and that it’s taken so much time and that it sort of fuses the past and present. It's like a time capsule. And it all feels very meant to be or fated or something. In the nicest sense. —Sean Lennon

When I remember the Beatles, I remember the joy. The talent. The humor. The love. And I think if people remembered us for that, for those things, I’d be very happy. —Paul McCartney

Full circle, indeed.

#red and blue albums #commemorating my 2022 bug rabbit hole officially #its the anthology to 2023 mixes full circle for me #i’ll have to transcribe the booklets #but i kinda love that the first page mentions get back #and mad day out photo featured inside is such a nice touch #i do think the attribution to derek taylor is actually a brian quote #apple still needs better factcheckers #2023 #mine #now and then #caveat being i still am uneasy about assuming johns original pov with any consensus on so much as a year #i am begging lennon estate for a year on that demo but im guessing if it was known itd be on the official apple releases and its not

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mr-nauseam · 7 months ago

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What is the chronological order of bad ending series? Sorry if it's a dumb question but I want to read works from this series chronologically and I'm not sure if the order of the series on ao3 is like that

Hi. First of all vicó and I are very happy that you have interest in reading our au 🤗, I hope you have a good time with our fanfics and I don't think it's a dumb question!!

I would say that the order of the series in ao3 is mostly chronological but still is a bit messy so I'm telling you the exact order☝️

Bad Ending Au

The long road that Sejanus Plinth walk to be the ideal husband of President Snow.

or: Snowjanus are trapped in the most dysfunctional marriage.

Before we start I would like to clarify that vicó and I are still writing from this au, we still have many stories to tell so it's a work in progress, which is still being updated.

So about the 13 works that currently are on the series in ao3

Chronology

. . .

1. I thought you were my saviour

On a snowy day Sejanus wanders around depressed until he crosses paths with Coriolanus in his embarrassing attempt to babysit two adorable children

2. Washing Machine Heart

Festus has to put up with Coriolanus trying to gaslight the entire academy

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Both stories are mainly about the academy era

3. Tongues and Teeth

Coriolanus Snow's life is falling apart. He has lost the Snow ancestral home. Sejanus helps him pretend to be rich and his Grandma'am with dementia keeps calling him Crassus every time she sees him.

4. the positive

somehow, sejanus' week started with some nausea and ended with his father yelling at him in his office.

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One of the most plotwise stories we have. Here we talk about the life of snowjanus post the 10th games.

5. déjà vu

casca highbottom sees sejanus plinth, now married to coriolanus snow, for the first time after graduation. he can't help but be disturbed at the feeling that he has seen this before.

6. Sleepwalker

Coriolanus suffers from sleep paralysis and Sejanus helps him to endure the night.

7. if you need to be mean, be mean to me

sejanus moved with coriolanus to the snow's apartment at the corso. he has to deal with coriolanus' cruel grandmother and her unpredictable behavior that seems to only get worse by the day.

8. Me and my husband

Sejanus who carries the child of Coriolanus Snow, his beloved husband realizes at the worst moment how similar his life looks to that of his mother.

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Stories that happen as a result of the end of Tongues and Teeth. All are set after the wedding of snowjanus and tell about the beginning of their marriage - 1st pregnancy of Sejanus.

if you need to be mean, be mean to me. Its other of the most plotwise stories we have.

9. She knows (Tigris Pov)

10. Baby Shower

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Scenes you can find in Broken pieces: from me, from you - A compilation of loose scenes, these two belonging to this era.

11. District Whore

Coriolanus fucks Sejanus, his husband in the bed of his dead grandmother.

12. He don't love you anymore (fight)

You can find it on Broken pieces: from me, from you.

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Stories set before the 1st divorce attempt

13. I wanna be yours

Every dysfunctional marriage has divorce attempts. Coriolanus and Sejanus are no exception.

Here is how they come back together.

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A story set during their divorce era

14. my boy only breaks his favorite toys

coriolanus is going through a re-election campaign, and of course, this also meant subjecting his lovely husband to endless photo sessions for promotional ads. codependency is a funny thing. while sejanus wanted to kill his husband, he also just wanted to make sure he wouldn't leave him anymore.

15. julius snow's list

julius' pa is going to have a second child. he wants to do his best to help him and, with the help of his friends, he makes a list about it. but there's something wrong. did his friends lie to him?

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Stories that tell of Sejanus's 2nd pregnancy and explore a little more about how fucked up the snowjanus marriage is by that time. Both are very plotwise.

. . .

And that's all for now. Thank you for your ask 🤗🤗

Pd: Oh and please read the tags of each fic in ao3 carefully. The vast majority of these works are hurt no comfort, angst and there is mpreg in there.

#snowjanus #coriolanus snow #sejanus plinth #coriolanus x sejanus #tbosas #fanfic #AnswerIka #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the ballad of toxic yaoi

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I'm going to do this slightly terrible thing and write out a chronography of my fandoms from the beginning.

Why are you doing this? Curiosity? An experiment in journaling? Fandom has been this enormous bedrock for me over the last fifteen years plus of my life. I want a record as I try to get into original work. I also want to write about some stuff I'm obsessed over, and why I'm obsessed. Because writing a bunch of words when you aren't obsessed is pretty difficult.

But why you are publishing it? Yeah, this is where it might be a bad idea. I'm not going to tag the fandoms I'm talking about. All posts will be labeled with the tag '#my personal take'. The reason I'm even considering putting it out there is because fandoms are inherently about input and interaction. Do I think I'll get any interaction? Well, no. But I do run a risk of putting my foot in my mouth, but like...welcome to my life all the time.

Why tumblr? (And not dreamwidth? Or livejournal?) Tumblr is a messy platform. I want to be a little messy. Not in a spilled tea way. I don't have any tea and if I did, it was never very hot. I'm a fringe participant in most fandoms anyway. I am a wallflower in spirit. In truth, it's actually going to expose more of myself as a blogger (ick) than the fandoms I'm talking about. The reason I've chosen tumblr is I want to be messy in my thoughts, and because someone might have something to say about it. I like dialogue.

I also hate twitter and its only gotten worse the moment I arrived.

How often are you going to post? I dunno, whenever I want. I'll try and keep the entries chronological, but as I've built a list, I've realized I have forgotten a few things here or there. So some entries might be out of order. If I stop doing it, it's because I got bored. I might also delete them all, because I got embarrassed.

Master Post

Dragon Ball Z - Vegebul, 2002

Good Omens - 2007 & 2019

Jeeves & Wooster - 2011

#my personal take

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weaversweek · 1 year ago

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Fear of Mu21c - the top 261

This is the conclusion to #FearOfMu21c, a crowdsourced attempt to find the most popular singles of the 21st century. An index post explains further.

108 people put in their lists of singles, awarding 10 points to all of them, 11 points to the top five, and 12 points to the favourite. Contest runner Arron has wrangled these together, broken ties, and compiled a full chart. It's below the cut.

Hear it all! Spotify playlists of the top 250 in chronological order by release date... and the top 50 in countdown order

266 pts 1 - 1 thing - Amerie

223 pts 2 - Paper planes - MIA

215 pts 3 - Hey ya! - Outkast

212 pts 4 - Can't get you out of my head - Kylie Minogue

198 pts 5 - Biology - Girls Aloud

194 pts 6 - Crazy in love - Beyoncé ft Jay-Z

188 pts 7 - 212 - Azealia Banks ft Lazy Jay

186 pts 8 - Dancing on my own - Robyn

176 pts 9 - Back to black - Amy Winehouse

175 pts 10 - Umbrella - Rhianna ft Jay-Z 11 - Freak like me - Sugababes

154 pts 12 - Video games - Lana Del Rey

150 pts [inc 10 in bonuses] 13 - BOB (Bombs over Baghdad) - Outkast

143 pts 14 - Get ur freak on - Missy Elliott 15 - Overload - Sugababes

142 pts 16 - Take me out - Franz Ferdinand

137 pts 17 - Hurt - Johnny Cash 18 - Bad romance - Lady Gaga

133 pts 19 - All my friends - LCD Soundsystem

132 pts 20 - Feel good inc - Gorillaz

131 pts 21 - Since I met you - The Avalanches 22 - The fear - Lily Allen

124 pts 23 - Maps - Yeah Yeah Yeahs 24 - We live here - Bob Vylan

121 pts 25 - I bet you look good on the dancefloor - Arctic Monkeys

120 pts 26 - Toxic - Britney Spears

114 pts 27 - One more time - Daft Punk

113 pts 28 - Mr brightside - The Killers 29 - Destroy everything you touch - Ladytron

112 pts 30 - Time to pretend - MGMT 31 - Do you realize?? - The Flaming Lips

110 pts 32 - Stan - Eminem 33 - Call me maybe - Carly Rae Jepsen

106 pts 34 - Crystal - New Order

105 pts 35 - Christine / Tilted - Christine and the Queens

102 pts 36 - Pure shores - All Saints

101 pts 37 - Roscoe - Midlake 38 - Tightrope - Janelle Monaé

100 pts 39 - Blank space - Taylor Swift 40 - Chaise longue - Wet Leg 41 - Song 4 Mutya (out of control) - Groove Armada

94 pts 42 - With every heartbeat - Robyn

93 pts 43 - Fell in love with a girl - The White Stripes

92 pts 44 - Make me feel - Janelle Monáe 45 - Crazy - Gnarls Barkley 46 - Witness (1 hope) - Roots Manuva

91 pts 47 - Ms Jackson - Outkast 48 - Theme from sparta f c #2 - The Fall

90 pts 49 - My girls - Animal Collective 50 - Chewing gum - Annie 51 - Milkshake - Kelis

83 pts 52 - Archie, marry me - Alvvays 53 - Blackstar - David Bowie

82 pts 54 - Bad guy - Billie Eilish 55 - Where are we now? - David Bowie 56 - Seven nation army - The White Stripes 57 - King kunta - Kendrick Lamar 58 - Wildfires - Sault

81 pts 59 - Blinding lights - The Weekend 60 - The rat - The Walkmen

80 pts 61 - Green light - Lorde 62 - Somebody that I used to know - Gotye ft Kimbra 63 - Galvanize - The Chemical Brothers ft Q-Tip 64 - Pagan poetry - Björk 65 - This hell - Ria Lina 66 - I don't feel like dancing - Scissor Sisters 67 - Blind - Hercules and Love Affair

73 pts 68 - Alright - Kendrick Lamar

72 pts 69 - You want it darker - Leonard Cohen 70 - Heartbeats - The Knife 71 - Seasons (waiting on you) - Future Islands 72 - Losing my edge - LCD Soundsystem

71 pts 73 - Uptown funk - Mark Ronson ft Bruno Mars 74 - You are the generation that bought more shoes and you get what you deserve - Johnny Boy 75 - Sunrise - Pulp 76 - I love it - Icona Pop ft Charli XCX

70 pts 77 - American boy - Estelle ft Kayne West 78 - Out of time - Blur 79 - Boys in the better land - Fontaines Dc 80 - Portions for foxes - Rilo Kiley 81 - Work it - Missy Elliott

66 pts 82 - Come on, let's go - Broadcast

64 pts 83 - Everything is embarrassing - Sky Ferreira

62 pts 84 - House of jealous lovers - The Rapture 85 - The look - Metronomy

61 pts 86 - No one knows - Queens of the Stone Age 87 - Get lucky - Daft Punk ft Pharell Williams and Nile Rodgers 88 - Royals - Lorde 89 - Burn the witch - Radiohead 90 - The show - Girls Aloud 91 - Hung up - Madonna 92 - Bulletproof - La Roux 93 - Standing in the way of control - The Gossip 94 - Silent shout - The Knife

60 pts 95 - Last nite - The Strokes 96 - Wolf like me - TV on the Radio 97 - Dog days are over - Florence and the Machine 98 - Family affair - Mary J Blige 99 - Cranes in the sky - Solange 100 - Strict machine - Goldfrapp 101 - Rolling in the deep - Adele 102 - Zero - Yeah Yeah Yeahs 103 - Slow - Kylie Minogue 104 - The mother we share - Chvrches 105 - Say it right - Nelly Furtado 106 - Digital love - Daft Punk 107 - Someone great - LCD Soundsystem 108 - That's not my name / Great DJ - The Ting Tings 109 - Hope there's someone - Antony and the Johnsons 110 - Wet dream - Wet Leg

54 pts 111 - I know a place - Muna

53 pts 112 - French navy - Camera Obscura 113 - I do this all the time - Self Esteem

52 pts 114 - Harder than you think - Public Enemy 115 - King of the mountain - Kate Bush 116 - There there - Radiohead 117 - Anti-hero - Taylor Swift 118 - Good fortune - P J Harvey 119 - The wire - Haim 120 - Int'l players anthem (I choose you) - UGK ft Outkast

51 pts 121 - There goes the fear - Doves 122 - Up with people - Lambchop 123 - The words that maketh murder - P J Harvey 124 - Emerge - Fischerspooner 125 - Shake it off - Taylor Swift 126 - Empire state of mind - Jay-Z ft Alicia Keys 127 - Two months off - Underworld 128 - One day like this - Elbow 129 - You ain't the problem - Michael Kiwanuka 130 - Love is a losing game - Amy Winehouse 131 - Mariners apartment complex - Lana Del Rey 132 - Myth - Beach House 133 - This is america - Childish Gambino 134 - Some girls - Rachel Stevens 135 - Lloyd I'm ready to be heartbroken - Camera Obscura 136 - Move your feet - Junior Senior 137 - Husbands - Savages

50 pts 138 - We found love - Rihanna ft Calvin Harris 139 - Damn, dis-moi (girlfriend) - Christine and the Queens ft Dâm-Funk 140 - Groovejet (if this ain't love) - Spiller ft Sophie Ellis Bextor 141 - Chandelier - Sia 142 - Levitating - Dua Lipa 143 - Don't start now - Dua Lipa 144 - Go! - Public Service Broadcasting 145 - About you now - Sugababes 146 - Since u been gone - Kelly Clarkson 147 - Heads will roll - Yeah Yeah Yeahs 148 - Slow life - Super Furry Animals 149 - Bootylicious - Destiny's Child 150 - This is the life - Amy MacDonald 151 - Welcome to the black parade - My Chemical Romance 152 - Pretty pimpin - Kurt Vile 153 - Go - The Chemical Brothers ft Q-Tip 154 - Days like these - Low 155 - Party hard - Andrew Wk 156 - The turning of our bones - Arab Strap 157 - Bohemian like you - Dandy Warhols 158 - Pumped up kicks - Foster the People 159 - We the people… - A Tribe Called Quest 160 - Take me to church - Hozier 161 - Williams' blood - Grace Jones 162 - Geraldine - Glasvegas

44 pts 163 - The girl and the robot - Röyksopp ft Robyn

43 pts 164 - Remember where you are - Jessie Ware 165 - Chaeri - Magdalena Bay

42 pts 166 - Evil - Interpol 167 - Hoppipolla - Sigur Rós 168 - Reflektor - Arcade Fire ft David Bowie 169 - Neighbourhood #2 (Laika) - Arcade Fire 170 - Midnight city - M83 171 - Coles corner - Richard Hawley 172 - Miami - Baxter Drury 173 - Heartbeat - Annie 174 - The modern age ep - The Strokes 175 - Lose yourself - Eminem 176 - Call the shots - Girls Aloud 177 - PDA - Interpol 178 - Loud places - Jamie xx ft Romy 179 - Don't shut me down - ABBA

41 pts 180 - Oblivion - Grimes 181 - Bloodbuzz Ohio - The National 182 - Düsseldorf - Teleman 183 - Such Great Heights - The Postal Service 184 - Precious - Depeche Mode 185 - I'm a cuckoo - Belle & Sebastian 186 - Somewhere only we know - Keane 187 - The rip - Portishead 188 - New rules - Dua Lipa 189 - Bring me to life - Evanescence 190 - Hard to explain - The Strokes 191 - Someone like you - Adele 192 - Star roving - Slowdive 193 - Lonely boy - The Black Keys 194 - Obstacle 1 - Interpol 195 - Not in love - Crystal Castles ft Robert Smith 196 - In for the kill - La Roux 197 - Queen of hearts - Fucked Up 198 - Stuck between stations - The Hold Steady 199 - Burn baby burn - Ash

40 pts 200 - Push the button - Sugababes 201 - Try again - Aaliyah 202 - Danny Nedelko - Idles 203 - Close your eyes (and count to fuck) - Run the Jewels ft Zack de la Rocha 204 - More than a woman - Aaliyah 205 - Feel good hit of the summer - Queens of the Stone Age 206 - Pyramid song - Radiohead 207 - Head home - Midlake 208 - Telephone - Lady Gaga ft Beyoncé 209 - Like I used to - Sharon van Etten and Angel Olsen 210 - Over and over - Hot Chip 211 - Into you - Ariana Grande 212 - Vampire - Olivia Rodrigo 213 - Archangel - Burial 214 - Emmylou - First Aid Kit 215 - Motion sickness - Phoebe Bridgers 216 - 99 problems - Jay-Z 217 - Clint Eastwood - Gorillaz 218 - Sea within a sea - The Horrors 219 - 1901 - Phoenix 220 - I follow rivers - Lykke Li 221 - Whenever wherever - Shakira 222 - Fake empire - The National 223 - Sprawl II (mountains beyond mountains) - Arcade Fire 224 - Frontier psychiatrist - The Avalanches 225 - Danger! high voltage - Electric Six 226 - Ladyflash - The Go! Team 227 - Katy on a mission - Katy B 228 - GMF - John Grant with Sinéad O'Connor 229 - Kids - MGMT 230 - You know I'm no good - Amy Winehouse 231 - I luv u - Dizzee Rascal 232 - Beautiful day - U2 233 - Mykonos - Fleet Foxes 234 - Lazy - X-press 2 ft David Byrne 235 - Club foot - Kasabian 236 - Fallin' - Alicia Keys 237 - Greatest hits - Jockstrap 238 - Remedy - Little Boots 239 - I believe in a thing called love - The Darkness 240 - Lies - Chvrches 241 - Leave the door open - Silk Sonic 242 - Reagan - Killer Mike 243 - Shut up kiss me - Angel Olsen 244 - Round and round / Mistaken wedding - Ariel Pink's Haunted Graffiti 245 - Glue - Bicep 246 - Black magic - Little Mix 247 - Hade - Charisma.com 248 - My heart is a drummer - Allo Darlin' 249 - One-armed scissor - At The Drive In 250 - Feel it still - Portugal, The Man 251 - Kryptonite - Three Doors Down

34 pts 252 - Irish blood english heart - Morrissey

33 pts 253 - Whole again - Atomic Kitten 254 - Feel you - Julia Holter

32 pts 255 - It's a hit - Rilo Kiley 256 - Papillion - Editors 257 - Summertime sadness - Lana Del Rey 258 - Everybody's changing - Keane

31 pts 259 - The middle - Jimmy Eat World 260 - Somebody told me - The Killers 261 - Editors - Munich

Performers getting at least 250 points in total were:

JAY-Z 552 pts/4 in the chart

OUTKAST 538/4

SUGABABES 499/4

ROBYN 465/3

BEYONCÉ 409/2

RIHANNA 408/2

TAYLOR SWIFT 403/3

KYLIE MINOGUE 394/2

GIRLS ALOUD 391/3

LCD SOUNDSYSTEM 345/3

AMY WINEHOUSE 339/3

DAFT PUNK 336/3

M.I.A. 333/1

YEAH YEAH YEAHS 324/3

LADY GAGA 318/2

LANA DEL REY 307/2

AMERIE 286/1

DAVID BOWIE 279/3

KENDRICK LAMAR 265/2

ARCTIC MONKEYS 263/1

GORILLAZ 262/2

(Yes, this includes nominations that didn't make the published chart.)

Observations

#FearOfMu21c was part of "Music Twttr", an accumulation of mostly-British mostly-middle-aged mostly-male posters. It reflects a particular cultural bias: primarily The Sort Of Tune They'll Play on BBC 6 Music. Almost nothing not in English, very little folk and country and roots music.

I ended up with 17 votes counting to the top 261, 16 to the top 250. This is as much as would be expected by sheer chance.

#fear of mu21c #fearofmu21c #Fear Of Mu21c #Fear Of Music #pop music #21st century #the only chart that counts

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stuckinthegloriouspast · 1 year ago

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a revival? a renewal.

Based on my previous posts, it seems like I come back to this tumblr around the same time of the year, ahaha. Anyway, new tumblr is strange. Glad to see my mix of emotional angsty posts and hilarious reblogs hasn't stopped making me smile (both the "lol" and the "ugh" sort). You'll always have a piece of my heart because I love you, but I'm learning to love you from a distance now, for my sake. Consider this one of my final open letters to you.

A lot of things have happened since you found someone new. Most notably, in a strange new turn of events, I've found someone new. It kind of just... happened. But... I feel good. No matter where it goes, I'm feeling good now. And I'm really trying, so... there's that. We also started working on the house. You don't know how many hilariously cringey letters I've found that I wrote to you and never sent. More embarrassing than the content is the amount for sure. Some of the content was pretty rough though, no denying that. I think this whole thing started with the Taylor Swift Eras Tour concert I went to though!? I know, I know, very out of character for me. But what did she say? Something about forgetting what her songs meant in the past, and creating new memories for them that night at that concert. I think it's hard for me to listen to her music because I basically only listen to old music, and most of her old songs I associate with you. At least, that's how it used to be. Now, I think of the concert. It's really opened my mind though, adding new meanings to things that were already logged in my brain years ago for one reason or another because of you. This was all listed in backwards chronological order but why not live a little, y'know? And if my new you is reading this somehow, hello dear! I'm going to be honest and say I think I'm getting a bit too old to be writing here every time I'm feeling a little angsty. Fortunately or unfortunately, I'm finding that I enjoy talking to you, and that I'm comfortable talking to you. In due time, I hope to tell you everything. Okay I'm hungry but it's 3am so goodnight.

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tsukimefuku · 10 months ago

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The morning after is still last night

After last night, you and Higuruma share a brief pillow talk.

Tags: Jujutsu Kaisen, mentions of sex, Higuruma x f!reader, this is fluff.

WC: 800

This is part of my "Jujutsu Partners Canon Divergence AU", a sequence of short stories and random drabbles for a Nanami x f!reader x Higuruma fanfic I'll eventually write (eventually). This is the sequence to "The man who played with fire", link here. To see the ever-growing list of one-shots, please visit my masterlist :)

Disclaimer: they’re NOT written and posted in chronological order of events. To see where this story fits in the timeline, please check the masterlist mentioned above.

Higuruma was awakened by the faint stream of light that bled through the curtains and projected onto his face delicately. He was coming to his senses slowly, and realized he was still naked under the bedsheets. Looking by his side, he saw you laying down with your back facing him. He smiled discreetly, realizing you had spent the night — Higuruma was unsure if you’d do so, given you were prone to avoidance, overall.

Examining your back solely with his eyes, he noticed a prominent scar right in the middle, over your spine. It was oval-shaped, and it extended in a straight line to the right side of your back, stopping abruptly. It seemed to have been done by a blade of some sort. Before he realized, his fingers were caressing over it, pulling you gently awake.

“Hey,” you cooed, rolling on your side to face him, “good morning.”

“Good morning.” Higuruma answered, gazing at you before putting his hand over your cheek. “It seems you slept here.”

You smiled at him, putting your hand over his. “I didn’t feel like going back home in the middle of the night.” You also wanted to spend some more time with Higuruma, but spared that detail. You were starting to feel somewhat guilty, like you had used him the night prior. No need to dig this deeper, you thought.

“I’m glad you stayed. I wish I had something to offer for breakfast, but I’m not the great domestic type of person. There isn’t anything in my fridge other than yesterday’s beer.” He answered, blatantly not embarrassed at all.

You chuckled lightly. “There might be an old lemon half. You never know, Higuruma.”

His expression became slightly saddened. “I know the sun is already out, but last night isn’t over until we’re out of bed.”

You dragged your body towards his, stopping a few inches apart, and looked him in the eyes. His gaze was lovely, and you were both nearly whispering, as if to keep the fragile little bubble of this moment intact. “Okay, Hiromi.”

Higuruma instantly smiled, and closed the gap between the two of you, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. “That’s more like it.”

You put your thumb on his chin and guided his face to look at you, sighing deeply. “I can’t stay. And I don’t think we should do this again.” You felt like you’d be only using him, even if you had a thing for Higuruma. You just failed to realize just how deep that “thing” was becoming.

He sighed back, because he realized you were doing that again. Fleeing to avoid touching on sensitive subjects. “I know you can’t stay, but I’d like to discuss that second part before you left.”

“What do you want to discuss?”

“I want to know why we shouldn’t have sex again.” He was a pretty straightforward and honest kind of guy, even if it meant saying the uncomfortable unsaid most of the time.

“Well, I feel like I’d be using you for self satisfaction, and I think you’re a friend I wouldn’t want to drive away by treating you like man candy.” You replied, earnestly.

“Then don’t.” He answered. “Treat me like man candy, I mean. Except if I ask for it.”

You chuckled and covered your face at his antics. “Hiromi, oh my God.”

“I mean it! We’re adults, and the lifespan of a jujutsu sorcerer isn’t that long from what I could tell, anyway. It doesn’t mean this will taint our friendship, as you pointed out, and we can always talk about it if things get strange in a bad way.” He negotiated with you. This was so much different from being lectured that you couldn’t help but feel glad to be sharing this moment with Higuruma.

You stayed quiet, studying his features as he awaited for a response, and your gaze wound up resting on his lips for a while, something he noticed. He approached you carefully, brushing his lips to yours, and it instantly made your heart race. You could hear each pump in the back of your ears, as you pressed your lips against his quickly, pulling apart before you both could get entangled together again for round two, after you explicitly told him you shouldn’t.

“Can I think about it?” You asked.

“Of course. But please, do think about it, and don’t just take time to stall on an answer.” Higuruma replied, ash colored eyes piercing through you.

“Oh, stalling to not give you an answer about something uncomfortable or compromising? That definitely doesn’t sound like me.” You answered, mockingly. You were aware of your intimacy issues.

He smiled and pressed his forehead against yours. “ I’m a lawyer, I’m quite familiar with buying time to avoid consequences.”

“Consequences, huh?” You asked, rolling to the opposite side of the bed. “Come on, Hiromi. Time to start the day.”

Defeated, he rolled on his back and stared at the ceiling, as your feet touched the cold morning floor.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fanfic #higuruma hiromi #hiromi x reader #higuruma angst #higuruma x reader #jjk imagines #jjk fluff

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suchakidder · 4 years ago

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I am a simple wlw, I see a morally grey female character, I simp

#this is going to be embarrassing but here’s a list in chronologically order:#sharpay Evans #Azula #ty lee #mai #I fucking crushed hard on the whole trio #Regina mills #mrs coulter #any character Ruth Wilson plays #eve polastri #villanelle #helen richardson #the mom from the babadook #I want more morally grey/anti hero female characters!!!!!#please list your faves in the tags

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starleska · 1 month ago

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Are the cards on your F/O tracker ordered in any particular way? Like favorite to least favorite?

hahaha, great question - which requires a bit of a lengthy answer!! 🙈💖 tldr; they're SUPPOSED to be, but i am stalled!! long answer: when i first started the f/o tracker it really was just a text list of every character i'd ever had a crush/fixated on. this meant that at the bottom of the list we had characters i crushed on when i saw small, like Syndrome and Megamind, and at the top we had more recent ones, like Augustus St. Cloud and Comfortable Doug 😂 so at that time it was a collection of old crushes in no particular order, and more recent crushes added in chronological order (so a new one would go to the top of the list)!!

as time went on and i went through more fixations i got really into the idea of organising my f/os, so i messed around and started adding little icons to each. this was a few years ago, and back then i didn't get a character fixation a week: most of my fixations lasted a lot longer, months at a time, so this was more feasible to keep up with 🙈💖 i hadn't really built a silly self-indulgent mythos around being an 'f/o collector' yet, and was still embarrassed about being a selfshipper, and open about my crushes online!!

i think it was around the time i joined the @canonrenaissance and @childhoodcreativity MEP groups that i was really embracing being a silly fandom person with an interest in lots of unusual characters, and my rate of fixation started ramping up. so i remade the tracker a few times with larger pictures, and still the tracker really wasn't at that many characters - less than 30!! i thought, 'oh, this'll be easy to keep up with'. so why didn't i try sorting them roughly according to how insane i am about them at that moment in time?

but between that period of time and today, i became much more open about the characters i crushed on; folks kept recommending me characters and i stopped being so skittish about what was bringing me joy!! so the f/o tracker grew and grew, and i thought 'oh, there needs to be a separation here. maybe i should make some really cool cards for the characters i like the most and just keep the brief crushes as a text list'. the idea was to go through all of the crushes i had at that time and give them a card with their name and source material...and then ones who 'qualified' in the future would get one too. kinda like the guys who've been here for this long have qualified for their pension 😂😂

but i was an idiot and didn't realise a) how many crushes i would get each year (i'm averaging 30-40 at present), and how time-consuming it would be to make each card!! so yes, i do rearrange based on how insane i am about them (Augustus St. Cloud, Mad Mod, the Toymaker and Nordic Bunny are all infamous cases of blorbo brainrot which some of you had the misfortune to witness) but it means at the bottom we have like. Gargamel and Fingers. which make no mistake i was/am insane about, but they look so funny next to everyone else 🙈🙈 pretty much, if they have a card and they're at the top i'm extremely nuts about them, and if they're at the top of the text list they're more recent 😉

#is this not one of the most autistic thought processes you've ever seen #i never began with a specific goal in mind - i just wanted to keep track of my faves. and then it Grew 🙈🙈🙈#f/os #f/o tracker #blorbos #starleskasks #long post

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oonajaeadira · 3 years ago

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SWEETS SERIES (Javi G x f!reader) Masterlist

FANDOM: The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent / Javi Gutierrez

READER: Adult female. Personal and professional assistant to Javi. No other physical descriptors; no use of y/n.

RATING: T for now. Fluffy AF.

No Minors Please: My work is 18+. I will respectfully ask minors to turn away to protect themselves and me. Thank you.

SUMMARY: You’re the personal assistant and close friend of the head of the Gutierrez family business. He calls you his Girl Sunday and values your opinion on everything from business to fashion. You share an insatiable fondness for sweets.

NOTES: A series of sweet one-shots. Warning, it will rot your teeth. This series is ongoing, listed in chronological order.

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THE SWEETS SERIES

The Sentimental Defacement of Homemade Cookies - Javi is your boss, and you’re making some cookies.

The Sweet Appreciation of Mutual Assistance - After a short vacation, you’re welcomed back home by your boss Javi.

The Tranquil Bliss of Moonlit Dessert - When Javi’s out at a dinner meeting, you try not to be jealous about the food. Or the company.

The Effortless Removal of Unscalable Barriers - Javi asks for your opinion and you’re afraid you’ve said something wrong.

The Comforting Reward of Absolute Presence - After a long week, Javi asks only that you relax.

The Tolerant Devotion of Extracurricular Caretaking - The hardest part of your job is taking care of a sick Javi. But in many ways, it’s also the best part.

The Blatant Presentation of Glowing Adoration - There’s a party going on at the Gutierrez mansion and Javi has a gift for you.

The Superfluous Meeting of Utmost Importance - It’s the day of the meeting.

The Lethargic Morning of Meta Unfolding - You help Javi brainstorm through a writer’s block with some delightful results.

The NSFW Alphabet of Bedroom Intimacies - NSFW headcanon specifically for Sweets Series Javi and Sunday.

The Gentle Admission of Innocent Daydreams - Javi pushes a little too far in his teasing and goes out of his way to make his girl happy.

SIX SENTENCE FICLETS

Winktober 2022: Cream Pie Winktober 2022: Dirty Dancing Winktober 2022: Stockings Microfic Challenge: Slippery Fluffbruary 2024: tie | embarrassment | dessert

EXTRAS

An everyday drabble - What Sunday and Javi are up to on any given day set after The Superfluous Meeting of Utmost Importance.

ARTWORK INSPIRED BY THE SWEETS SERIES

Javi hacks Sunday’s lock screen - by @chaoticgeminate inspired by The Comforting Reward of Absolute Presence (find it here as a reblog comment and here in gif form!)

Movie night with Javi G and Sunday - by @beecastle inspired by The Comforting Reward of Absolute Presence

COMMISSIONED ARTWORK

Javi G and Girl Sunday by @miranhas-art based on The Tranquil Bliss of Moonlit Dessert

PLEASE NOTE: I write my stories with myself in mind, but I try to keep them as reader characters as inclusive as possible. This art is not meant to represent all readers. Your reader is you. My reader is me, and when I commission artwork, I usually do so with myself as reference. I write what I yearn and yearn to see what I write, and I can’t do it myself, so I choose to support fanart artists. They do beautiful work and there’s no way I’m not going to share it with you!!!

MASTERLIST

#the unbearable weight of massive talent #tuwomt #javi g #javi gutierrez #javi g x girl sunday #javi g x f!reader #javi g x reader

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sorikkung · 3 years ago

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baby bunny. || c.soobin x gn!reader

soobin is a shy boy, you know this. but he wants to be a good boy for you - your perfect little baby bunny.

word count: 13k

pairings: established gn!reader (afab) x poly ot5 (soobin centric)

genre: smut, fluff if you squint

tags: non-idol au, sub!soobin, switch!reader (mostly dom), public/risky sex (remote controlled vibrator), bunny!soobin in lingerie, collars and leashes, ass eating, pegging, a bit of choking & spanking, soobin has a humiliation kink and a size kink, lots of manhandling, kink with an Audience, yes the audience in question is txt, group sex, double penetration, edging & overstim, dacryphilia, a bit of degradation, established safe words, recording, bondage, lots of cum, seriously so much cum

a/n: i call huening kai hyuka almost exclusively in this fic lmfao. for an assortment of reasons, but you can change it to whatever w the interactivefics extension as well as the four underscores to your name.

this one's for you worstie, director of boyfies, dweller of bogs, head sock... you know who you are <3

Soobin had always been the shy type, but you’ve never seen him so nervous before he even does so much as utter a word. Standing in your doorway, he fidgets with his hands, staring at you until you look back and then immediately looks somewhere else, gnawing cutely on his bottom lip-

“You can come in, you know?”

“Oh- uh, right.” Soobin clears his throat, awkwardly shuffling into the room and plopping himself lightly on the edge of your bed. How his impressively tall frame manages to take up the smallest amount of space possible never fails to amuse you, pulling a smile at your lips. He’s so cute.

“Spit it out already, what’s got you so worked up, bun?” You ask, a twinge of satisfaction flooding through you when his eyes widen slightly at the nickname, cheeks and ears going even pinker with just the single word. He really does look like a bunny, with his wide eyes and perfectly shaped lips.

He looks at the floor, playing with his hands again. “Oh just… y’know. Wondering. Uh… about… kinks, and stuff.”

There it is. You smile softly, trying to tone down your excitement at his words – he already seems like he’s about to jump out of his skin at the slightest of sounds. “Well, you know I’m always down to talk about kink, bunny. Is there something you want to try?”

He takes a deep breath as if to prepare himself, holds it, then sighs, flopping backward onto the mattress. “N-Nevermind. I can’t do it.”

“What do you mean you can’t do it? Soobin, you know I’m eager to hear anything you have to say on the matter. I’d never judge you for it,” you soothe, scooting over next to him and draping yourself over his body to cuddle. “Trust me, my list of things I won’t try is a lot shorter than the list of things I would. Especially if you’re involved.”

“Yeah?” Soobin props his head up on his arm, the other naturally falling around you, hugging you close to him. With your head on his chest, you can hear how hard his heart is pounding as he tries to keep his cool on the outside, so you press a gentle kiss to his chest in encouragement. “Well… then what kind of things do you want to try?”

“Soobin,” you chuckle incredulously, “You can just tell me what it is, you know. I’ll probably be down.”

“It’s embarrassing!” He whines, shoving a pillow into his face, muffling his next words. “You first. If you’re so kinky, tell me the all the wild kinks you have.”

“How much time you got?”

He laughs brightly, seeming to finally ease up a bit, peeking his face out from behind the pillow. “Seriously! I’m being serious, baby…”

“So am I!” You laugh back, sitting up to snatch the pillow from him and lightly thwack him with it. “We’ll be here a while. Do you want them alphabetically, chronologically, in order of most to least socially acceptable or—"

“I want you to do dirty things to me because I get really turned on when you guys tease me, especially in public,” he quietly blurts out all at once, immediately grabbing back the pillow and shoving his face into it again before he even finishes his sentence. “This- This is so embarrassing. But I kind of like it! Being embarrassed! I-It’s weird but whenever you tease me, even when it’s not super sexual like just a nickname or a joke, I-I should be mortified but instead my body gets all hot a-and—” his voice dips into a faint murmur, “—I get hard. Every time. I don’t know why, I just do, sorry, it’s so weird…”

He rolls over away from you and onto his stomach, still smothering himself with the pillow like it’d soften the blow to his pride somehow. You reach over to card a hand into his hair, giving him a few reassuring head scritches.

“Oh bunny… that’s not weird at all. Getting aroused at a bit of humiliation is actually really normal. You’re not weird or gross or anything – on the contrary, I think it’s pretty hot.”

Finally peeling himself away from the pillow and looking up at you, he hugs the pillow to his chest and shuffles back into a sitting position. “Really? That’s a relief, aha… oh wow. My heart is pounding.”

“Are you hard, too?” You tease, reaching for the massive pillow in his lap slow enough for him to pull back if he was uncomfortable – but he doesn’t. He doesn’t even grip the pillow any harder, letting you take it away from him and reveal the tent in his sweatpants, flushing crimson all the way down to his neck. “Aww, baby bunny really likes being embarrassed, hm? How cute.”

He shoves a hand over the lower half of his face as if it’d hide his deep blush at all, nodding carefully. Being embarrassed at admitting how much he likes being embarrassed – he truly is the gift that just keeps on giving. You can have so much fun with this, you think, and ideas start firing up in your mind at a million miles per hour.

“Can I tell the others about this, too?”

He pauses for a moment, mulling it over, then nods. “Y-Yeah. Well, maybe just Yeonjun to start with. I feel like the others would make fun of me- oh.” He looks down into his lap, remembering how he got in this situation in the first place. “Maybe… I mean, if you think they’ll like it…”

“Oh, Soobin,” you coo, sliding yourself into his lap while he swallows thickly and glances frantically between your face and where crotch is sitting all too close to his, “Why do you think we all tease you so much in the first place? You’re just so cute when you blush like this.”

Looping his arms around your waist, he buries his burning face in the crook of your neck, letting out a little whine. “Ah, stop…”

“Oh?” You immediately pull back, not wanting to push him too far, but before you could say anything else he pulls you back flush against him, arms wrapped tightly around you and chin hooked over your shoulder, hard on pressed up against your clothed core.

“I-I don’t mean that. I don’t know. It just feels very… it’s a lot, but I like it, even though my instinct is to say stop…”

“How about we implement a traffic light system, then?” You suggest helpfully, “It’s the same one I use with Jjunie and the others. Red means stop, yellow means this is the most I can take, and green means we’re good to keep going. I’ll ask you your colour to check in on you from time to time, but you can just say them whenever you feel the need to.”

Soobin nods quickly. “That sounds good.”

“So, what’s your colour right now, bun?”

“Green.”

“Good boy.”

A shiver goes down his spine at your words, and he only trembles more when you roll your hips down into his, gripping onto his broad shoulders.

“What kinds of dirty things did you want me to do to you, Soobinnie? Tie you up? Spit in your mouth? Make you cum in your pants? You’ll have to be specific, baby.”

“I-I don’t know,” he mumbled, his grip around your smaller form still firm as if to ground him. “I don’t really know what kind of things I’m into yet. But you do, which is why I asked… so if you want to try anything with me, I want to… yeah. I’ll do whatever you want me to.”

You click your tongue, running your hands through his hair. “Such dangerous promises from such a sensitive little bunny. I want to completely ruin you, Soobin. I’m not sure if you can handle all that.”

“Please.” He fucking whimpers, the same kind of sound you only heard when he was close or when you hit his spot just right. You grind down on him again, this time more out of instinct than anything else, then you grab his chin, forcing him to look at you. The action makes his cock twitch beneath you, and the rush of power that comes with it is intoxicating.

“If we’re going to do this, we’re first stopping by the sex toy shop.”

“Wait, what?”

“You said you’ll do whatever you want me to. I’m going to grab Jjunie’s favourite remote-control plug, and you’re going to be a good boy for me till we get back.”

You take it easy on him to start with, since you’d never done this kind of thing with Soobin before – it was more of you and Yeonjun’s thing, Taehyun and Beomgyu preferred having the remote, and Hyuka was too intimidated to try such a thing in public as he was by far the worst at controlling his facial expressions or trying not to cum. You left the toy off for the whole drive to your favourite store, letting him relax a little, only to activate it the moment you walked through the door with no more warning than a brief cheek kiss.

His whole body jolts for a moment, so you grab at his hips to steady him, but that only seems to rile him up more as he sucks in a sharp breath.

“You good?”

“I’m good. We’re green.”

You smile at him and link your hands in silent praise, although the cashier would’ve likely guessed what was going on right away. The plug was only on it’s lowest setting, which was effectively silent against the music the store was playing, so Soobin manages to recollect himself, squeezing your hand tightly and giving you an assured nod.

“Alright,” you hum, shoving a basket into his hands, “How about you grab some of our usual lube and toy cleaner? We’re running a little low, if I recall. Feel free to see if there’s anything else you’d like while we’re here – you’ll need to be a good boy and use your words, though. Okay?”

The familiar flush returns to his face, nodding quickly. “O-Okay.”

Part of him is clearly dying to ask what you’d be getting in the meantime, but he knows better than to ask – if you would tell him, you would’ve told him already. No, he’s a good boy, and good boys obey without asking questions.

While he scurries off to track down the cherry-flavoured lube Hyuka loves so much, you waste no time browsing. You’ve had your eyes on the playboy bunny outfit ever since you first saw it in the store, and what better opportunity to try it than this?

Not for you, of course. For him.

The fact that he has no idea what to expect makes it even better, and you think he’d be peeking over to see what you’re getting, but obediently enough, he doesn’t even look your way. Smiling to yourself, you hurry over to pay at the counter, making sure to get an opaque bag to store it in before finding your way back to Soobin.

“Found anything you like, bun?”

He damn near jumps out of his skin at the sound of your voice, the toy in his hands falling to the floor before he could stop it – and then he freezes, half bent over in his pitiful attempt to catch this frankly massive dildo bigger than anything in your collection.

“U-Um, I was just looking at it—” He breaks off into a surprised squeak as you bring down a hand on his ass, making him bolt upright, hands flying up to hide his face in embarrassment again.

You very slowly and deliberately bend over to pick it up, examining it all around. “It’s pretty big. Six inches not enough for you, hmm? What a greedy little bunny.”

He’s embarrassed out of his mind, and he loves it – you can tell by the way his hips keep twitching slightly, no doubt being helped by the vibrator inside him, slowly working away at his resolve. It’s ridiculously cute, the way he takes a deep, deep breath to calm himself, or at least trying to. Moving his hands away from his face at last, he apprehensively looks between the toy and your face, asking in a hushed murmur, “…does that mean you’re getting it?”

“I dunno,” you shrug, turning it around in your hands, “Am I? Do you want it, Soobinnie? If you do, remember what I said about being a good boy.”

Soobin gnaws on his lower lip – he wants to be a good boy for you so bad, but as much as he loves the hot feeling of humiliation, it’s different when you do it to him and when he has to do it himself. You watch the internal struggle behind his eyes as he hesitates for a few moments, debating whether it’d be worth it or not, but in the end, his boner wins over his dignity. He hardly had any of the latter left, anyway.

“I… I want it,” he whispers, holding the basket out, hands shaking just a little. “Can we…?”

“Are you sure?” You ask, less demeaning this time. “This is big even by my standards, we’ll have to work you up to it—”

“I can take it,” Soobin blurts out, sliding the basket onto his arm and clasping both your hands in his, looking at you dead in the eyes. “Please?”

“Okay,” you hum softly, placing it back onto the shelf and sliding one of the boxes behind it into the basket with a chuckle, “We can get it. You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?”

He offers you an awkward half-grin, scratching behind his ear. “Heh, have to keep you on your toes somehow, right?”

You reward him by turning up the toy’s intensity on your phone, and this time he isn’t able to hold back the startled moan that falls from his lips, clutching at your shoulder for support.

“A-Ah— can you- can you turn it down a little, please, fuck…” His head rolls back and his eyes fall closed, mouth slightly parted, and it’s the perfect tease of what’s to come, igniting a fire beneath your skin.

“No.”

You turn it up just a little bit more, making him gasp and stumble forward, eyes blown wide at the stimulation, pleadingly gazing into yours. “Please?”

“No,” you repeat simply, meeting his gaze. If he reallywanted you to turn it down, he knew what he had to say, but the deliberate lack of those words made you grin menacingly. “Stand up straight, bun. We’re going to go pay for these.”

“N-No— wait—!” He grabs your wrist and pulls you to his chest, looping his arms around you to keep you in place. His face returns to his usual spot in the crook of your neck, and you can feel how his body keeps on shivering, how fast his heart is beating, how his skin is warm to touch. “I-I’m seriously gonna cum if you don’t turn it down, p-please, jagi, I-I’m so close…”

You love having him both wrapped around your body like this and wrapped around your pinkie finger – his tall stature towering over you and yet, he seems so small, all because of you. You have half the mind not to let him cum, knowing full well he probably would anyway; it’d just give you an excuse to punish and humiliate him further, but he’s always so eager to be good. Would that make him feel bad? The solution comes to you as you nip at the shell of his ear, rubbing his back, and he muffles a high-pitched noise against your skin.

“I don’t believe I’ve given you permission to cum yet, Soobinnie.”

“Please.” That precious sound again. You don’t know what he’s begging for anymore, whether it’s to stop or to keep going, but he hardly seems to know either. He tries to keep his voice low so he doesn’t draw any more attention, the tall shelf next to you the only thing blocking the two of you from the staff and other customer’s sight, but he struggles. You can feelthe tension in his body as he desperately tries to hold himself back, gripping onto you like a lifeline. “Please, I-I’m— ____, please.”

Oh, how you love hearing your baby bunny beg.

“Oh? Does my baby bunny want to cum in his pants in the middle of this store? How naughty. What if someone catches you, hm? Sees how much of a desperate little mess you are for me?”

“Please, please, please, ah fuck— s-stop, please, I’m gonna cum, I’m—” It’s but a broken whine, barely louder than a whisper, and he bites down onto your neck as the thread finally snaps under the pressure, spilling into his pants. He can’t seem to stop trembling, all of his willpower going into staying quiet as his orgasm rushes through him. It takes some effort on your part too with how hard he’s biting you, but you know that’ll just add to the sheer embarrassment of cumming in his pants in public – now you have a fresh bite mark on your neck to show for it.

When Soobin finally stops shaking like a leaf, he slowly peels back, eyes wide, glancing down at the mess he made of his pants, blushing a brilliant shade of red. “I-I’m sorry, I came without permission I- I— I’m sorry…”

“Aw, you poor thing,” you coo, running your hand through his hair in a soothing motion that quickly has him melting into your touch. “That’s okay, bunny. You’ll just have to make it up to me later, won’t you?”

His eyes glitter at the prospect of redemption, nodding earnestly. “Yes, yes— I’ll make it up to you. I promise. I’ll be a good boy for you.”

He leaves a lingering kiss on your lips, then crushes you in a hug. “Thank you. Can I, um- can I cover it with my jacket, or…?”

“Or? Should I make you parade around the mess you’ve made?” You’re certain you’ll never grow tired of the flustered expression he makes at comments like this, but you rub his shoulders reassuringly. “Don’t worry, you’ve embarrassed yourself enough for now, at least. Use your jacket if you want, but I’m pretty sure the cashier will still notice the bite mark on my neck that wasn’t there before…”

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry—”

“Don’t be. I like showing it off.”

He trails after you like a lost puppy, but you don’t miss the way he swallows thickly at the showing off comment. You’ll just have to show him off more, you think, and by the time you finish the transaction – Soobin avoiding the cashier’s gaze at every opportunity – and are back in the car, you can’t tell whether Soobin’s more worked up or if you are.

As soon as you open the door to your apartment, Soobin is already ushering you through it, then caging you against it as it shuts behind you. You almost drop your bag of goods at the way he kisses you, deep and fervent, like he needs it. Maybe he does, you think to yourself, smirking against his lips – those soft, plump lips, you could kiss them forever if he’d let you (which you know he would in a heartbeat if you just asked him nicely) – considering you hadn’t turned off the toy in him since he came, only lowering the setting a level.

He’s not usually needy like this. Needy, definitely, but usually far more restrained – looking at you with those pleading eyes, subtly trying to shift you to where he wants you, whining a little, but rarely straight up taking what he wants, shoving you up against a door and kissing you breathless. Not that you mind. In fact, you’re keen to see just howneedy you can get him by the time you’re done with him.

You indulge him this time. Letting his hands roam freely over your body, letting him slip his tongue in your mouth, letting him peel your clothes off in a hurry, but part of him must know it’s not going to be that easy. He doesn’t try do any more than that, clearly waiting for you to give the next direction, but you don’t. You kiss him back just as eagerly until he finally pulls his head back just to scan your features, figure out what you want from him. Then it clicks.

“I want to try it now,” he urges, carefully taking the handles of the bag from your hands. “I can’t wait. Please?”

“So impatient, Soobinnie,” you giggle, tapping his nose. “So excited about your new toy, too. Don’t you want to know what I bought for you?”

He nods so quickly you’re surprised it doesn’t make him dizzy. “That’s what I mean. I want to try it now. Whatever it is, I just—” his voice drops into a husky whisper, “I want you. I want you to have your way with me.”

Fuck. Making him use his words was meant to embarrass him further, making him tell you all the dirty things he thinks, but you didn’t think it’d end up making you weak in the knees. You don’t think he even realises what talking like that does to you, his one-track mind simply trying to obey, to please you.

“What a good boy you’re being for me.” You smile at him, taking out the bag within the bag, shoving it into his hands and taking the other. “Go and put that on, and I’ll get the strap ready. Okay?”

You can almost hear his internal monologue out loud – oh my god, is this finally happening? – before he nods quickly and hurries off to the bathroom.

By the time he comes to your room, you’re already in a silk robe with your strap-on ready with the new toy, the previous one you usually use on hand to work him up to it; but it nearly falls out of your hands this time as soon as you see him walk into view.

The bunny ears were clearly straightened after being crumpled into the original packaging – you grin at the image of Soobin in the bathroom mirror trying to fix them, trying to look pretty for you, not that he really needed to try – the black leotard and sheer tights hugging him in all the right places, the collar with a slightly lopsided bowtie snug against his neck, and Soobin himself looking both the shyest and most excited you’ve ever seen him.

“Wow,” you breathe out, eyes boldly roaming across his form from head to toe, “You look so sexy for me, bun. How do you like it?”

Soobin’s eyes drop to the floor, pulling his lip between his teeth. “It’s… really embarrassing. But I like it,” he adds quietly, looking over his shoulder to see if any of your other boyfriends are out and about. “I keep thinking the others are home and that they’ll see me. My heart’s pounding right now…”

“The others are home,” you inform him promptly, “I believe they’re all in their rooms. Why, do you want them to see you?”

“I-I—” He swallows thickly. “They’ll probably make fun of me. Especially Beomgyu.”

“That doesn’t answer my question, bun. Do you want them to see you?”

His eyes widen, realising he’s been caught, playing with his hands again. “…K-Kind of.”

“It’s a yes or no question, baby.”

“Y-Yes. I… I want them to see me like this. I want to show them… that I’m… their little bunny.”

He slowly brings his hands to his face again as he speaks, but you get up and pull them away from him, forcing him to look at you. Keeping your grip on his wrists, you pull him over to where your box of toys was kept, pulling out a black leather leash and clipping it on right behind his bowtie. You study his face for his reaction, but he bites back an excited smile.

Smiling back at him, you give the leash a sharp tug, and he inhales sharply, eyes closing for that moment before meeting yours in a dark, half-lidded gaze. He likes it.

“Good bunny.”

Strutting past him and tugging him along by the leash, you grab the lube with your other hand, then pull him with you to the living room. He nearly trips over his own feet when he finds Huening Kai and Beomgyu on the couch, the former doing a double take as soon as Soobin walked in.

They had been filled in on Soobin’s newly discovered kink earlier, you having texted it to them while you were grabbing his outfit at the adult store, but neither of them seemed to have expected it so soon, caught off guard while just scrolling on their phones.

“You boys busy?” You ask them sweetly, twirling the line around your wrist to pull Soobin closer as he tried to hide his giant frame behind you, shyly peeking over your shoulder. Giving the collar a firmer tug, you pulled him down to your height, kissed his cheek, then maneuvered him in front of you to show off. “Our baby bunny wants to play. Doesn’t he look cute?”

Beomgyu is the first to stop staring in awed silence, shoving his phone in his pocket, a sly smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. “Wow… I didn’t expect you to like dressing up for this kind of thing, Soobinnie. Is there a tail too?”

Soobin doesn’t protest as you use the finger hooked under the collar to spin him around, showing off the little puff of white. Beomgyu seems ecstatic at this, going straight to smack the taller man’s ass, laughing as his whole body tenses up in surprise, making a tiny sound that has him blushing even harder when he meets Beomgyu’s eyes over his shoulder.

“I like it. I just never knew our Soobinnie was into being our pet… if I knew, I would’ve put that leash on him sooner. Would you have let me? Or is this a ____-only privilege, huh?”

“I-I’d let you,” Soobin stammered, unable to meet his eyes. His words seem forced out, not like he doesn’t mean them, but like it’s taking all of his willpower to commit to saying them aloud. “I-If you wanted. All of you.”

Beomgyu snickers, spanking him again. “Wow, so you’re just that desperate? You want all of us to own you, drag you around by the throat, treat you like a silly little rabbit? Embarrass you more because it gets your dick hard? How dirty.”

Beomgyu is really good at embarrassing Soobin, you think. He always has been, but now that he knows it turns him on, you figure that’s only going to increase tenfold. You know it definitely will on your end, at least, and you wonder if he will get used to the teasing or keep getting as flustered as he is right now. Then again, after years of dating him, he still gets flustered when we call him bunny sometimes.

The youngest seemed at a loss for words, simply staring open-mouthed at the sight in front of him, not-so-subtly adjusting his pants, to which you smiled softly at him.

“You’re allowed to touch yourself, Hyuka. You can touch our little bunny too if you want, but for now I mostly just want you to watch. Do you two mind getting Taehyun and Yeonjun?”

The two are quick to nod and split towards the remaining boys’ rooms, leaving you and Soobin alone in the living room. You clear the coffee table, figuring Soobin wouldn’t mind the discomfort if it meant the perfect place for the rest of your boyfriends to sit around him and watch him fall apart for you.

“Hands and knees, bunny,” you order him, running a hand along his spine as he bent over for you. He looked over his shoulder at you, eyes wide with anticipation, biting his lip again as he pulled the leotard to the side, then realising a problem.

“The… tights…”

“Easily fixed,” you hum, bringing your face down to his ass and pulling at the thin material, then ripping a hole in it with your teeth. He keened into your touch, a silent request for more, which you decide to indulge. Cracking open the cherry-flavoured lube, you squeeze a generous amount onto his hole, slightly stretched from the love egg in it earlier, but still with a long way to go.

Your boyfriends enter the room again to the sight of you holding Soobin’s leotard aside, eagerly lapping at his asshole, grabbing and squeezing at his cheeks through the ripped tights.

“Woah,” Yeonjun exhales, gaping at you both in disbelief, sitting down on the couch without peeling his eyes away. “Is it my birthday already or something?”

Taehyun’s eyes immediately darken, strolling over to get a better look at Soobin in the playboy bunny costume, circling him almost menacingly before sitting down with a satisfied grin. “Are you embarrassed right now, Soobin?”

Soobin whimpers, shutting his eyes as if that’d help him not notice all the hungry eyes on him – but he didn’t want to block them out, not really. Not when they set off every nerve ending in his body and made his dick twitch under the tight material of the leotard, clenching around your tongue with a shaky “N-Not there— that’s so d-dirty— ah—!” that has you only pushing deeper into him.

“Hey,” Taehyun snaps, leaning forward to grab Soobin’s chin to look at him. “I asked you a question. Are you embarrassed right now, Soobin?”

“Y-Yes,” Soobin gasps out, avoiding eye contact but pushing back onto your mouth, “I feel like a t-toy on display but- but- nngh— I—"

I like it. He didn’t need to finish that sentence for you all to know exactly what he meant. He sighs again when you finally pull away, dropping to his elbows on the hard surface of the coffee table, but the coolness of it is a refreshing contrast to the heat beneath his skin.

“Why are you whining, baby? Don’t you want to be stuffed to the brim with the massive cock you picked out today?” You tease, making his eyes drop down to the toy firmly secured onto your harness, licking his lips and swallowing. “That’s what I thought. But we need to work you up to it, don’t we? So, who’s going to volunteer…?”

Hyuka and Taehyun stand up at the same time, almost tripping over each other’s feet. Their eagerness is endearing; when Hyuka takes a step in front of him, Taehyun simply shoves him back toward the couch with that cheeky grin you’ve grown to love.

“Now, now, boys, patience is a virtue. You both can have your turn; after all, we’ll need to stretch him out nice and wide for my cock,” you purr, relishing the way Soobin shivers at your words alone.

“Oh, I’ll stretch him out alright.”

Taehyun doesn’t waste any time, shoving two fingers into Soobin’s mouth and commanding for him to suck. Soobin, ever the good boy, obeys without question, sloppily swirling his tongue around them and taking them further into his mouth until he seems satisfied.

“Just remember who’s in charge tonight, Taehyun,” you warn him, levelling him with a steely look that tells him not to get ahead of himself. “This is Soobin and I’s scene, I don’t want any trying to take over from you. Or any of you – looking at you, Beomgyu.”

“When have I ever done that?” Beomgyu replies in a sing-song voice that honestly answers his own question, unable to resist a cheeky smile. “Don’t worry, I’ll be good just this once. Only cause I wanna see you wreck Soobinnie’s cute little asshole.”

You’re quite pleased with that – yes, that will do just swimmingly – and settle yourself on the couch chair to the side of the coffee table, the perfect view to see your boyfriends’ faces from the front. Soobin shrinks under the intensity of everyone’s gazes, but when you slowly pull on his leash again and hold it there, he seems to hold himself a little higher; almost as if the reminder that he’s yours tonight gives him more confidence.

“More, more please,” Soobin pleads, face shoved into his arm as Taehyun slips a third finger into him, “Just give me your cock, I’m ready.”

“You’re quivering,” Taehyun deadpans, giving his ass a resounding smack. “Well, I was trying to be gentle, but if you’re going to be so needy…”

With one hand hastily undoing his pants to take his cock out, the other creeps forward to wrap around Soobin’s neck – only for you to yank him out of reach with a firm tug on the leash.

“What did I just say, Taehyun?”

Taehyun tongues at the inside of his cheek, biting back any attitude. He isn’t above trying to give you a run for your money when it comes to being in charge, but he knows his place as a participating audience member this time rather than another dom. He sighs, smoothing his hands over Soobin’s body and playfully flicking the little tail. “Fine.”

You all pay rapt attention as Taehyun ever-so-slowly pushes himself into Soobin, hissing sharply at the tightness while Soobin lets out a breathy moan, already bucking his hips back onto him, completely unprompted. Your little escapade at the adult store must have worked him up more than you thought – good. You press your thighs together in anticipation, already letting your mind get ahead of yourself in all the ways you can drag it out even more.

“What a slutty little bunny,” Yeonjun drawls, snapping you out of your reverie, “Already fucking himself back on Taehyunie’s cock before he even has a chance to move.”

“Ngh— you g-guys are so mean,” Soobin whines, giving Yeonjun a half-hearted glare that looks far cuter than it does threatening considering he’s wearing bunny ears with Taehyun balls-deep inside him. “I’ve been— ah- t-teased all day— oh fuck ngh-! C-Came in my pants in the sex shop— fuck, Taehyun!”

“You came in your pants in the sex shop?” Beomgyu echoes, cracking into mocking laughter, “Aww, our little bunny made a mess of his pants in public? Did anyone else see you with cum all over your pants?”

“S-Stop,” Soobin mumbles, but the boys are relentless, all leaning forward on the edge of their seats to get a better look at his body trembling with each snap of Taehyun’s hips.

He groans, low and throaty, slowing his thrusts to give the rest of you a clearer view of Soobin’s hole hugging his cock. “He says stop but he’s clenching so tight around me right now… could it be… our Soobinnie likesbeing talked to like that?”

“N-No!”

“Then what’s your colour?” Hyuka chimes in, trying to seem gentle and sweet like Soobin always is with him – but his excitement comes off him in waves, and he can’t quite bite back his giggly smile enough.

A strangled moan falls from Soobin’s lips when he realises he’s been backed into a corner; he can’t lie, not about this. Not that he wantedto lie in the first place, he always wants to be honest, always wants to please - but with the accusatory teasing he couldn’t help but deny it on reflex.

You tug on his leash again. “Answer when we ask you a question, bun.”

“G-Green,” he mutters at last, confirming what you and the others already knew, and you could practically feel the red-hot shame rushing through him and straight to his dick. “D-Don’t look at me like th-that— I just— ah, please!”

“What are you pleading for, bunny? Use your words.”

It’s a twisted request and you know it. He’d been so riled up from all the foreplay that he was already a desperate mess and talking was made even more difficult with the way Taehyun was mercilessly pounding into him from behind.

“M-More, please, I-I want more, f-fuuuck…”

His eyes roll back into his head as Taehyun angles his hips just right, giving his ass another couple of firm smacks. “Greedy bunny. Is my cock not enough for you? Come on then, Hyuka.”

Hyuka jolts in his seat, flushing under all the eyes now on him where he’d been timidly stroking himself over his sweatpants in contrast to Beomgyu and Yeonjun, who were shamelessly jerking themselves off next to him. “O-Okay— How do I…?”

Taehyun finally slows down to a stop, Soobin making a disappointed noise of protest until you’re manhandling him up with the leash again, back pressed to Taehyun’s chest.

“Lay down on the table,” you instruct, and Hyuka is just about as eager to please as Soobin is. “Take your clothes off. Actually,” you pause, a malicious idea forming in your mind, “Soobin, you do it. With your teeth, hands behind your back. Taehyunnie, keep fucking him.”

Both Hyuka and Soobin end up matching shades of jasper, the younger holding his breath subconsciously in anticipation. Soobin falls forward onto Hyuka’s chest at the resume of Taehyun’s powerful strokes, his cute little “Oof!” making you, Yeonjun and Beomgyu giggle at him, endeared. He ends up nuzzling Hyuka’s stomach, sliding his shirt up a little before grabbing it with his teeth, and Hyuka seems to only just remember how to breathe. He leans up to let Soobin peel back the fabric easier, but with one particularly rough thrust from behind, he falls forward again, instinctively bracing his fall with both hands on either side of the man beneath him.

He freezes, limbs locking up as it sinks in what he just did.

“What did I just say, Soobinnie?” You scold him coldly, pulling on the cord until he’s merely inches away from Hyuka’s face, who’s frozen still, heart beating out of his chest.

“Y-You said h-hands behind my back,” he breathes out, but he isn’t looking at you. His eyes are fixated on Hyuka’s mouth right in front of him, while the smaller boy is so overwhelmed and turned on his vision trembles. Tentatively leaning forward, he plants a light kiss on his lips, and Hyuka responds in kind – cupping the back of his neck and kissing him back with unbridled enthusiasm.

You nod at Taehyun, who clicks his tongue and grabs at Soobin’s wrists, pulling them behind him roughly and using his grip on them as leverage to keep pounding him ruthlessly. Soobin doesn’t seem to mind, messily attempting to keep kissing Hyuka, the two of them moaning into each other’s mouths.

Uncrossing your legs, you stand up and grab a fistful of Soobin’s hair, yanking him up to look at you, a thin string of saliva connecting him and Hyuka’s mouths. You only smirk when he lets out a needy whine, eyes struggling to stay open through the onslaught of pleasure from behind. “I gave you an order, bunny. Why are you being so disobedient today, hmm? Do I need to teach you a lesson?”

His eyes shoot open at the implication of punishment, people-pleaser mode going into overdrive as he shakes his head wildly and pulls out of your grip to grab Hyuka’s shirt in his teeth again. He can’t stop his body from quaking, but he doesn’t let then deter him from frantically tugging at the piece of clothing, and with a little subtle help from Hyuka, he manages to get his shirt off.

You don’t know which part of the view is more enticing – the newly exposed skin of Hyuka’s softly defined torso, or Soobin’s hasty attempts to please you with such a humiliating task.

When he leans down to go for his waistband, his teeth scrape against the skin there as he tugs down both his pants and boxers at the same time. Hyuka tries to steady his heavy breathing with little avail as his hard cock is freed from its constraints, leaking precum onto his stomach. Soobin waits for further instruction instead of getting impatient this time, so you smile at him and pet his hair, fixing his slightly crooked bunny ears.

“That’s a good boy.” Grabbing the lube, you squeeze some onto Hyuka’s dick, using your hand to cover him in it, the boy hissing at the cold sensation and bucking his hips up into your fist. “Taehyun, slow down. Let Hyuka in too.”

Soobin shivers, obediently letting you position him as you like. You slip two lube-covered fingers into him alongside Taehyun’s cock, stretching him out as much as you can, then positioning him to sink down onto Hyuka.

All three of them groan at Hyuka’s cock sliding into him. Soobin can’t help but tremble at the feeling of being so full, clenching hard around them both and making Taehyun’s grip around his wrists white knuckled; Hyuka’s head falls back with a muffled whine, lip pulled between his teeth.

“Fuck that’s so hot,” Yeonjun grunts, quick pumps of his hand bringing him closer and closer to the edge. Beomgyu, feeling generous, leans over to take the tip of his cock in his mouth, moving his hands away, and Yeonjun shudders and grabs his hair, pushing him down more. “Fuuuuck, I’m gonna cum— Soobinnie, look at me. Look at what you do to me, being a slutty little bunny for us— oh god, I’m c— I’m cumming—!”

Soobin can’t tear his eyes away, swivelling his hips down needily as Yeonjun cums in Beomgyu’s mouth, who kept sucking and swallowing until he was pushing him away. Beomgyu abruptly crashes his lips to Yeonjun’s, sloppily making out and shoving his own cum back into his mouth, the two groaning at the obscenity of it all. They always liked putting on a show, even as the supposed audience, but you hardly had it in you to complain.

Yeonjun then pulls him into his lap, shifting around the way they were facing so they could still side-eye Soobin and the rest of you while he frantically strokes Beomgyu’s cock in his hand.

“Good, make sure you keep watching him,” you hum, running your nails across his back, “After all, he’s dressed up so pretty for us today, taking two cocks in his little hole like a good boy. Isn’t that right, bunny?”

Soobin nods, pushing himself further down, tears springing to his eyes at the stretch. “O-Oh my go-od…”

“You okay?” Hyuka makes out through gritted teeth, gently cupping Soobin’s face. “Need a moment?”

He nods slowly, and Taehyun releases his wrists to run a hand through his own hair, a thin layer of sweat from his efforts coating his forehead. You know he’s been edging himself this whole time from your commands, and that’s not something he does lightly – when it’s his scene, he’ll manhandle you however he wants and work towards his orgasm himself if he has to, even if it means pinning you down and riding you until he cums. The only way to edge him was to restrain him, or, as you’ve now discovered, rope him into helping your scene with one of the other boys. Ah, the joys of polycules.

“Take your time,” Taehyun murmurs lowly, softly massaging his ass and smirking at how the rip in his tights spread wider.

Everyone waits patiently for him, mean sides dulled down in making sure your favourite little bunny doesn’t get hurt, and soon enough, he starts moving on his own, mouth hanging open and eyes squeezed shut as he fucks himself back onto them.

“Good boy,” you encourage him, nodding at the other two to move. They both grab onto him, Hyuka pressing a kiss to his nose and Taehyun kissing down his back before rolling their hips into him.

Soobin stills, clutching tightly onto Hyuka’s shoulders, then lets out the most harmonious sound – a long, drawn-out moan so erotic that you know would have him beet red if he was reminded of it later. Grinning at that thought, you gesture for one of the boys on the couch to film, and Beomgyu is quick to oblige, slipping his phone out and pointing the camera at the boys on the table.

“Say hi to the camera, bunny,” Beomgyu teases, zooming in on Soobin’s face, then to where Taehyun and Hyuka’s cocks were disappearing into him.

“H-Haaah, hh- ohh please – please touch my cock,” Soobin cries out, blinking up at you with teary eyes, hot with humiliation, then back at the camera, then back at you. “Please, I’ll b-be good…!”

“Be careful what you wish for,” you chuckle darkly, pulling his dick free from the tight leotard and stroking it. His sigh of relief breaks off into a moan, doubling over Hyuka again, but this time he’s prepared to catch him. Hyuka holds him tight and in place as he and Taehyun work in tandem to make his toes curl and vision go fuzzy, and just as he does exactly that, you grin.

“A-Ahh I-I’m gonna cum—!”

“Stop.”

All three boys groan at your command, but listen anyway, a rush flooding through you at the power trip of having them so obedient for you. More tears well up in Soobin’s eyes, spilling down his cheeks - silently, because he wouldn’t dare complain.

Your smile is sickeningly sweet, combing your fingers through Soobin’s hair and fixing his headband again, straightening out the ears. “Good boys. Soobinnie cums only when I give him permission to, not a moment earlier. Got it?”

“P-Please let me cum,” Soobin begs, “Please, I need it so bad, please…”

“I want you to cum around my cock, since you were so kind as to pick it out for me. Or have you changed your mind? Satisfied now that you’re getting fucked by two cocks at once?”

Soobin lets out another broken moan, Beomgyu grinning knowing he caught this one on camera. “N-No, I still want you too, I just— I just really want to cum…!”

“Oh? That’s not what you were saying in the store, telling me to tone it down and now here you are, begging me for more. No bunny, you’re not allowed to cum until you make Hyuka and Taehyunnie cum first.”

That’s all it takes to get Soobin moving again, grinding his hips in circles onto the two of them, and with shaky exhales, they continue where they left off.

Taehyun is brutal, snapping his hips forward hard and fast, grip on his hips tight enough to leave bruises. Usually he would be meaner, wanting to push Soobin further, but after fucking his tight hole for this long, his own desire to cum overpowered that urge. Meanwhile Hyuka, who was trying his best to keep up but overwhelmed by Taehyun’s cock sliding so deliciously against his, digs his nails into Soobin’s back as he fucks him, leaving pretty red lines along his shoulder blades. He wouldn’t usually dare cum first unless he physically couldn’t help it, but knowing that Soobin couldn’t cum until he did had him even more eager.

Soobin is noisier than you’ve ever heard him, but he tries to muffle it by sucking and biting at Hyuka’s neck – you all know he loves the marks you leave behind – but you don’t stand for that. Curling the leash around your fist, you pull again, and the surprised gasp he makes lets you know that he almost forgot he had it on still.

“I want to hear you baby, nice and loud.”

He’s even less coherent after that, his cute, needy little noises filling the air, and the struggle in his eyes only makes it even sweeter; every time he side-eyes Beomgyu’s camera, he bites his lip, clearly embarrassed at how lewd he sounds, then catches himself, torn between his own pride and his desire to obey. The humiliation is so much stronger when you make him do it himself, you realise, rather than relying on you to do all the work – like when you make him say what he wants with his own words, or demand to hear every moan and whimper loud enough for the camera to pick up.

With a growl, Taehyun pulls Soobin out of Hyuka’s grip and flush against his chest, holding him by the hips and sinking his perfect little teeth into his neck. Soobin’s body tenses up, eyes rolling back into his head, and he must’ve clenched so tight as Hyuka and Taehyun both let out a strangled groan of delight.

“Please, please cum for me,” Soobin pants, leaning his head back on Taehyun’s shoulder, “I-I need it, please…”

“Keep begging and I’ll consider it,” he grunts in response, breath quickening as he felt himself slowly drawing closer and closer to his high, “You sound so pretty when you beg, Soobinnie.”

“P-Please!” Soobin is at his wits end, running out of words or coherent thoughts to keep going with. His frantic blubbering quickly becomes incomprehensible beyond cries of please, want you so bad, need to cum, and strings of curses, but the smirk on Taehyun’s face tells you that’s exactly what he wanted to hear.

You yank on the cord again. “Look at me, bun.”

He can barely keep his eyes open, twitching and whimpering in Taehyun’s iron grip, but he tries his damn best, blinking through the tears. You reward him by grabbing his cock again and jerking it quickly, and he ends up somehow flinching away from your touch at the same time as leaning into it.

“T-Too much— ____ please I’m really gonna cum please—”

“Not before your boyfriends do,” you tut, clicking your tongue.

“A-Ah, Taehyun, Hyuka, I’m so, so, so close please, please, please—!”

“M-Me too,” Hyuka whines, and you can see the visible relief of Soobin’s face as he relaxes – as much as one can relax while being pounded by two people and getting his dick stroked all at once – and lets them use his body to get off as they see fit.

Moments later, Hyuka cums with a call of Soobin’s name, deep inside him, biting down hard on his own lip as Taehyun kept fucking his cum back into him. Soobin falls over the edge right after him, back arching and body shuddering, only for you to cruelly pull your hand away from him again, watching it twitch helplessly and spurt cum all over Hyuka’s stomach and chest.

“W-Why…?” He mumbles blearily, barely keeping himself upright after the intensity of his orgasm, looking so absolutely wreckedthat you almost wanted to have mercy on him.

Almost.

“What did I say, baby?”

“I-I—” His words fizzle and die out as Taehyun gave him a particularly harsh thrust from behind, wrapping a veiny hand around his neck over the collar and squeezing lightly. You don’t even bother telling him to back off your scene this time, not anymore; you find you quite like seeing the rest of your boyfriends use him as they please.

“I wasn’t done with you yet, Soobinnie,” Taehyun hums next to his ear. The tears that spring into his eyes at the realisation seem to do it for him, though, as with a few more snaps of his hips, he cums in his ass with a low groan. Beomgyu makes sure to lean forward to catch it all on film as Taehyun slowly pulls Soobin off him and Hyuka, watching both of their cum drip from his hole and land on Hyuka’s twitching cock beneath him.

“Don’t let any more of that cum fall out, bun,” you instruct, giggling as he tries his best to hold it in but he’s been fucked so brutally it keeps spilling out. “Yeonjun, be a darling and go get a plug for him, will you?”

Yeonjun is quick to peel Beomgyu off his lap and get up, rushing over to his room to get one, while you gently pat Soobin’s hair and brush it out of his face to kiss his forehead.

“How are we doing, bunny? Colour?”

Soobin is barely there, but he offers you a weak yet genuine smile. “…Green.”

“Good boy.” You reward him with a soft kiss to his lips, a small reminder that you still love him under the mean exterior, then pull away to gesture at the mess of Hyuka he made beneath him. “Look at the mess you’ve made… without permission too. You were just that desperate, hmm?”

“Make him lick it off him,” Beomgyu pipes up, one hand wrapped around his cock, the other still holding the camera. “I wanna see him with cum all over his mouth like a dirty little slut.”

You stroll over to sit next to Beomgyu on the couch, batting his hand away so you could do it yourself. He shudders slightly, fucking into your fist eagerly. “I like the way you think, Gyu. Go on then, bunny, don’t miss a drop.”

He doesn’t have anything left in him to protest or even process his embarrassment anymore, simply listening without question and leaning down to start licking his own cum off Hyuka’s skin like it was his job to do so.

“F-Fuck,” Hyuka hisses, abs tensing up at Soobin’s mouth on him, “That’s so… god, that’s so hot. You’re incredible, Soobin.”

“Don’t forget to clean me up too,” Taehyun cuts in, a hand on Soobin’s head guiding him towards his cock, “You’re doing so well for us.”

Soobin smiles through his blush, the praise affecting him almost as much as all the degradation did, dutifully sucking Taehyun to near overstimulation before finishing up the mess he left on Hyuka. Yeonjun returns moments later, plug in hand, using it to wipe up the cum dribbling down his thighs before securing it in his ass, a pretty purple jewel on the end.

“Please tell me I can use him next.”

He feels like a goddamn doll being talked about like this, right in front of him no less – but he loves it, smiling dreamily with cum coating his lips and tongue.

“You and Beomgyu can use his mouth while I have my way with him. Come on bun, you’re gonna want to be on a bed for this one.”

First, he proudly presents to you the cum he had gathered, sticking his tongue out and blinking up at you with those big doe eyes. Unable to resist, you lean down and lick it right off his tongue, connecting your lips in the sloppiest of kisses, moaning appreciatively into his pretty mouth. When you pull apart, a thin line of spit and cum hangs from each of your lips, and you can hear the shutter sound of Beomgyu pressing the screenshot button while he records.

“See? I knew you could be a good bunny for me.”

Your words of affirmation have him glowing, smiling happily as he gets to his feet – albeit a little wobbly and leaning on Taehyun for support – and trails after you to the bedroom, leash in hand still.

He gets on the bed without needing any prompting from you, obediently sitting on his knees with his hands in his lap. You carefully work him out of the playboy bunny leotard, but leaving the collar, the tights, and the bunny ears on.

“Awh,” Beomgyu comments half-heartedly, “I liked the little tail on him.”

“We’ll get a bunny tail plug for him one of these days,” you decide, “But for now, not much else will be fitting in there along with me.”

Soobin watches, brimming with curiosity, as you go straight for your toy drawer again, this time pulling out a surprisingly small, remote-controlled vibe, followed by skin-safe tape.

His breath catches in his throat once he puts two and two together, gulping as you attach it to the head of his dick then toss Yeonjun the remote. Yeonjun snickers, immediately turning it up all the way, and Soobin jolts, grabbing at the nearest surface for purchase – that surface being you – and digging his nails in.

“____, a-ah I’m— I need you so ba-ad,” he chokes out, unable to keep still under the vibrations on his already sensitive cockhead so soon after cumming. He looks like he’s about to cry again, but he looks so damn cutewith puffy eyes, glassy with tears, so you simply kiss his brow and gently push him back onto the bed.

“And you have me,” you hum simply, grabbing the lube and lathering your strap with it as the rest of your boyfriends settle themselves on the bed and on chairs next to the bed, Beomgyu abandoning his phone recording in favour of taking his clothes off and situating himself next to Soobin on the bed. He doesn’t ask, but he doesn’t need to; Soobin automatically reaches out to him, big hands wrapping around his cock, then Yeonjun’s.

Pulling out the plug, you make him suck it clean while you press the tip of your cock to his twitching hole, shivering at the combination of the cold sensation and the toy abusing his dick.

“Turn it down a bit, Yeonjun,” you tell him calmly, “As much as I love to see our baby bunny writhe for me, he needs to be able to take me first.”

“Fiiine,” Yeonjun reluctantly agrees, turning it off, and Soobin instantly relaxes, feeling like he can finally breathe again.

All up until you push the end of the massive toy into him, and his eyes fly open, then quickly roll back into his head as more of its length makes its way inside him.

“More,” he pants, aggressively jerking the two boys in his hands and leaning his hips toward you, “I can- I can t-take it, ooh fuck…”

You take your time, slowly and steadily pushing into him and stretching out his already gaping hole even wider, then still yourself so he can catch his breath. He gratefully inhales more air into his lungs until he relaxes, smiling hazily up at you. He’s on cloud fucking nine, and it’s one of your absolute favourite looks on him. “Ah, it’s so big…”

“Bunny, it’s not even halfway in yet.”

He swears he almost cums in that moment, hissing between gritted teeth, his cock twitching as it lies flat on his stomach. “Fuuuck… more, please.”

“Are you sure you don’t need a moment—”

“More, please.”

“Let’s not rush, bun,” you tut softly, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

His hands quicken their pace around your boyfriends, brows furrowing as he clenches around what little of the strap you’ve given him. “Ngh… sorry… I just really want you to fuck me…!”

You brush off the way his words send heat flooding down south and pour more lube onto the toy before pushing in a little more, thrusting in and out lightly, thoroughly impressed at how much he was able to take. “Who knew we had such a greedy cockslut among us, hmm? You just love being stuffed to the absolute brim.”

“M-More.”

When you don’t move fast enough for him, he grabs at your hips and hooks his legs around yours, shoving himself all the way down onto the toy with a guttural moan, eyes squeezed shut and back arching off the bed.

“Careful, bun!” You chastise him, laughing breathlessly at his enthusiasm and gently massaging at his thighs, “You can get hurt like that.”

“S-Sorry,” he grunts, barely cracking open his eyes to meet yours with that beautifully dazed grin of his. “I can’t help it, it just… it feels so good.”

Shivers go down your spine at his low, husky confession, and after hours of teasing him, even you’ve reached your limit.

You want to completely ruin him.

Pulling hard on the leash with one hand and scraping your nails along his abdominal muscles with the other, you finally, finallystart fucking him. His head flies back into the pillows, a broken gasp leaving his throat as his whole body is wracked by the pleasure between his legs, and that’s when Yeonjun decides to switch the bullet on his dick back on again.

“F-Fuck— oh my god!” He nearly screams out your name, tears springing to his eyes once more. Yeonjun and Beomgyu guide his hands towards them, and Soobin attempts to be a good boy and get them off, but his pace is inconsistent and erratic from the force of you giving it to him. He doesn’t even try and bite back his sounds this time, way too far gone; he chants your name like a prayer, or a curse – it’s too much and not enough all at once, and any solid thoughts he had in his head are replaced with simply you.

You, towering over him and making him feel so small and helpless despite him being the tallest in the room, you, with a pussy but having a bigger dick than all of them, you, seeping under his skin and filling all his senses until he feels like he can’t breathe. He’ll gladly drown in you, he thinks, each shift of you inside him and stretching him out sending him further under.

“Oh fuck ____ n-not there, don’t— stop— ah!”

They’re empty words and you both know it – he doesn’t even know if he’s saying don’t and stop or don’t stop anymore – so you keep thrusting into him hard enough to make his body shake; even though he already couldn’t stop quivering at the overstimulation of his dick, thrashing around wildly on the bed and bending his bunny ears out of shape against the pillows.

“Where, here?” You tease, angling your hips to hit the same spot that had him seizing, mouth hanging open and crying out your name over and over. “What was that, you wanted me to… stop?”

You slow down to a standstill, and Soobin whines brokenly, pitifully pushing himself back onto you. “N-No, I didn’t— I didn’t mean—”

He’s crying again, with Yeonjun and Beomgyu jerking each other off again while fighting over the remote, turning it up and down repeatedly and not giving Soobin a chance to breathe.

“Aww,” Yeonjun coos, leaning down to kiss the tears off his cheeks, “Our cute little Soobinnie. What’s your colour?”

“Green, the g-greenest of greens— please, please keep going, I’ll be a good boy, I p-promise— ah-ah, fuck! T-Too much, too mu- a-ah!”

Beomgyu giggles, a hand wrapped around Soobin’s weeping cock and rubbing his thumb into the tip while the vibrator buzzed away still, overwhelming him so much it hurt – but he didn’t want it to stop. He can’t stop crying, sobbing and hiccupping in a way he thinks is unflattering, but the effect it has on the rest of you implies quite the opposite.

“I thought you wanted us to keep going. Now it’s too much?” Beomgyu points out his contradiction with faux confusion, laughing cruelly at how much Soobin struggles. It only serves to embarrass him even more, but it’s almost as if he can’t control his words; like they all come tumbling out before he can stop them.

“P-Please,” he whines again, broken and running out of things to say that wouldn’t dig him deeper into a hole. “Please!”

“What are you begging for, Soobinnie?” You press, grabbing his wrists and pinning them above his head; with a single nod to Yeonjun he knows what to do, digging through your drawers until he finds some pretty pink silk ties, getting to work tying Soobin’s wrists to the headboard while he frantically blinks away his tears and tries to get words out through his sobs.

“Y-You, please, w-want you— f-fuck I’m— o-oh my g-god, I’m gonna cum again—!”

“Again?” Yeonjun seems genuinely impressed, pushing you back to see Soobin’s cock jumping in Beomgyu’s grasp, only to spill cum all over himself with a shaky moan. He cums hard enough to get some all the way on his collarbones and chest, Yeonjun diving down to lick it up and circle his tongue around Soobin’s nipple, then graze his teeth against it.

“Fu-uuuck!”

You’ve definitely never heard Soobin so loud and so utterly wrecked,but it’s a beautiful sound. You decide to take that as a cue to start fucking the giant toy back into his ass, Taehyun and Hyuka’s cum from earlier spilling out onto the sheets and making them both groan from the sidelines. Soobin writhes in his restraints, but Yeonjun is a practiced rigger, so the knots don’t give, only serving to make the lean muscle in his arms flex and give everyone a brilliant view.

“Such pretty noises,” Yeonjun hums, “Can you make them with my cock stuffed in your mouth, hm?”

Soobin obediently opens his mouth, but Beomgyu grabs him by the hair and nudges him towards his cock instead.

“I sucked you off earlier, it’s my turn,” he growls, shoving his dick as far down Soobin’s throat as he lets him. “Fuuuck, so wet and warm…”

“Wow,” Yeonjun huffs at the audacity, but only ends up grabbing Beomgyu by the chin and crashing their lips together, heatedly making out in an angry way that was not unfamiliar to them both. Taking Beomgyu’s wrist that wasn’t occupied holding Soobin’s head down on his cock, he guided him to jack him off next to Soobin’s face, who kept moaning around Beomgyu enough to make him shiver.

“Look at you, bunny… all stretched out nice and wide for me, both your holes stuffed with cock… isn’t he pretty?” You turn to Taehyun and Hyuka, the latter of which was sitting in his lap, grinding on each other languidly with their eyes locked on the scene in front of them.

“S-So pretty,” Hyuka chokes out, the simple grinding getting him all worked up while the sensitivity from his earlier orgasm still lingered. “Ah, our Soobinnie… he’s taking you so w-well.”

Taehyun chuckles, pulling Hyuka’s hips against him and making him whine. “He’s a total mess for us. Look at him, cum in his ass, on his chest, in his mouth soon enough… and always begging for more. He’s our insatiable little bunny, isn’t he? He just loves it when we ruin him like this.”

Soobin is too caught up in it to act embarrassed now; the twinge of humiliation still makes his dick twitch, but he just nods dutifully, mouth still full of Beomgyu’s dick, accepting it with a twisted sense of pride.

Grabbing his long legs, you hook them over your shoulders and push them closer to his chest, grinning at the muffled cry from around Beomgyu, fucking him at a new angle, the impressively big toy only hitting even deeper. He puts up the peace sign where his wrists are tied, a sign familiar with all of you, so Beomgyu lets go of his hair and lets him take in greedy gasps of air, babbling something incomprehensible as he feels fuller than he ever thought he could.

“Feel it… s-so deep, ah!” He moans your name again, craning his neck to see where your hips met. You press a hand on his cum-covered stomach, where your cock was battering his prostate repeatedly, and the mangled cry he lets out is music to your ears.

“Gonna cum for me one more time, bun?” You ask, leaning down to kiss and lick and bite along his chest, wanting him not just to feel your touch on him the next morning, but also see it every time he looks in the mirror.

“C-Can’t, too much,” Soobin whimpers, his voice whiny and high-pitched and so damn cute you almost can’t stand it. “B-But I— I wanna be a g-good bunny for yoooou… ahh, ngh—!”

“You’re the best bunny for us,” you remind him gently, leaving a vaguely heart-shaped hickey right above his collarbone. “You sure you don’t have one more for us, mm? Come on, just one.”

He feels like his brain has liquified and spilled out his ears, nodding in a daze, drunk on you. He doesn’t even flinch when Yeonjun cums on his face, or when you bring your hand to his lips to clean his own essence off it, or when Beomgyu follows through not long after and adds his cum to the filthy mix of sweat and cum and spit on Soobin’s torso.

One of them turns up the vibrator strapped to his cock again, but Soobin’s voice has grown hoarse, instead just letting out hiccup-y sobs and whines as his climax creeps up on him for the fourth time that night. At this point, his own name sounds more foreign to him than yours, and with one final, violent shudder and noisy whimper, his high seizes him again.

His dick twitches, weakly leaking the little cum he had left down the shaft, and Yeonjun turns off the vibrator as you slow down and start pulling out, Soobin barely able to keep his eyes open.

Covered in cum, hickeys, tears, and on a leash still, bunny ears crooked from all his thrashing and tights ripped and stained, he looks absolutely glorious in the most sinful of ways; so much so you decide to grab the nearest phone and take a few photos while he caught his breath, panting like he just ran a marathon.

“Don’t… Don’t you wanna get off, too?”

Those are the first words Soobin manages to get out after all that huffing and puffing. You smile, softly this time – without the dark undertone to it that it had for most of the day. “You’re on the brink of consciousness right now, bunny. It’s okay. One of the others can take care of me, okay?”

He nods brainlessly, so deep in subspace that he’s inclined to agree with anything you say. You kiss him tenderly, then look around at the others. “Hyuka, go get a bath running – as pretty as he looks like this, it won’t be as fun if it dries. Taehyun, you’ll be able to carry him there, right? I don’t think he’ll be able to walk well. And maybe get to changing these sheets after. Yeonjun, grab some water for him and maybe something to eat – whether you order takeout or cook or make instant ramen, up to you. Beomgyu—”

“I’ll take care of you,” he interrupts as the others start on the tasks you’ve assigned them.

“Wh—"

He doesn’t give you any room to protest, crawling over to you and kissing you slowly, working the straps of your harness off and setting it aside. He’s a stupidly good kisser, effectively taking your breath away and making you melt into his touch.

“What happened to not taking over other people’s scenes, Gyu?” You exhale breathlessly once you pull apart, resting your foreheads together. He chuckles, pecking your lips affectionately. The gesture is so intimate and gentle it almost catches you off guard – you lean in for more, but he pulls back with a little grin to tease you just that little bit more.

“Don’t be bratty, we both know your scene is over. You’re all wound up from all that, let me make you feel good while they take care of Soobin, okay?”

You don’t have anything clever to say to that, relaxing as you step down and relinquish your control to him. He seems a lot calmer as well, no longer trying to be mean or a tease, reverently kissing down your body and splaying you out on the bed once Taehyun takes Soobin away.

I’m plenty wet already, you can hurry up now, you want to say, but the words die on your tongue as Beomgyu continues worshipping your body like it’s a divine gift. It’s so tender, so nice, so you can’t complain, even when you’re aching for him, your body begging for its release.

Once he leaves enough love bites on your skin to satisfy him, he brings his face in front of your cunt and waits no longer, diving right in. He licks up every drop of you he can get on his tongue, moaning into you appreciatively and sucking at your clit hard enough to make your thighs clamp around his head on instinct. His long hair is perfect for pulling, so you do exactly that, tangling your hand in it and tugging him impossibly closer, earning you a baritone growl from the back of his throat that has you trembling.

“B-Beomgyu—"

Your breath quickly leaves your lungs when he adds his fingers as well, pushing and curling in all the right places; it’s almost embarrassing how well he knows you by now, playing your body like a finely tuned instrument, your gasps of his name his favourite song.

You’re so keyed up from teasing Soobin all day that your high approaches you fast enough to catch you off guard, suddenly hitting you all at once and flooding through your entire body; Beomgyu coaxes you through it, letting you grind on his tongue and getting his face covered in your wetness, continuing until you were physically pushing him away and cringing at the overstimulation.

“Can’t handle what you dish out, hmm?” Beomgyu can’t help but comment cockily, laughing at your unamused glare at him. “Sorry, sorry, I’ll be nice. Do you want to cum again? I could do this all day, you know.”

“I know you can… alright, one more time. A-Ah—!”

By the time Beomgyu is done with you, Soobin is all washed up and being carried and tucked into bed, with the promise of being woken up when dinner arrives. In the bathroom, Hyuka is already running a new bath with clean water for you, beaming invitingly.

“Wanna wash up with me?”

You nod gratefully, climbing into the tub with him and letting it fill up slowly, the warm water doing wonders to soothe your tired muscles. You express your gratitude by helping him scrub down, and he repays the favour in kind, softly humming a serene tune.

“You know, just because you were in charge n’ all doesn’t mean you can’t get aftercare too,” Hyuka reminds you, kissing your cheek.

Yeonjun pokes his head in the doorway at that, giving you that cutely scrunched up grin he always does. “Did someone say a dominant who needs aftercare?”

“Mhm…”

He takes that as his cue to come inside, shedding his remaining articles of clothing and joining you and Hyuka in the tub, the water overflowing and getting all over the bathroom floor. Your legs are all cramped, especially their tall and gangly frames, but none of you seem to care. Yeonjun pulls your back to his chest, reverently kissing along your shoulder and idly running his hands across you and Hyuka’s bodies, who tenderly washes you and Yeonjun’s hair. It’s nice, you think. Real nice. The kind of nice that reminds you of everything good in the world.

“You two look like cats,” Hyuka giggles, scratching softly at your scalps as he massages the shampoo through it and gazing at you ever so fondly as the two of you deflate into smiley idiots under his affectionate touch. “It’s cute.”

“You’re cute,” you mumble back as if it was some kind of insult, but that only serves to make him giggle even more.

Yeonjun catches onto the giggles too, but quickly collects himself before he gets carried away. “You’re both cuties. Let me wash your hair too, Hyuka.”

Caught between them, you don’t mind lazily worshipping Hyuka’s body with your mouth while Yeonjun leans over you to wash his hair, happy to be caught between the two bodies of warmth and feeling safe and loved caged between them.

“Maybe next time, you should be our pet, ____,” Yeonjun suggests cheekily, nipping at your ear. “Tell me that doesn’t sound appealing, eh? Having all of us have our turns with you?”

“Mm, that does sound nice,” you murmur, almost salivating at the thought. As much as you like bossing them around, the thought of swapping places with Soobin had you all sorts of curious. “You’d all take care of me?”

“We’re taking care of you right now, aren’t we?” Hyuka chimes in, gently massaging the tension from your shoulders. “Although I think the others will be keen on ruining you too.”

“I do like it when you can take as much as you dish out,” Yeonjun comments, rinsing your hair and laughing at you blubbering at the water. It’s a little embarrassing, but with the way Yeonjun looks down at you and smiles, you think you’re starting to see why Soobin likes it so much. “And I know you can take that and more. Right?”

“Is that a challenge?” You scoff, shifting around to face him and give him a playful smirk, to which he just bops you on the nose.

“There’s that spark. I see you’ve come back to Earth now! Come on, let’s get out before we go all pruny.”

Drying each other is full of just as many giggles and kisses as bathing each other was, and Yeonjun ends up tucking you and Hyuka into bed with Soobin as he waits on the takeout, you and Hyuka curling around Soobin from either side and peppering him with kisses.

“You did so well for us today, Soobinnie, you were such a good bunny,” you hum softly, his eyes fluttering as he struggles to keep himself awake. “Don’t worry. You can nap now until the food gets here.”

Soobin nods drowsily, snuggling closer and tucking you under his chin, Hyuka clinging to his back.

“I love you,” he mumbles faintly against the crown of your head. “All of you.”

You kiss his sternum and hear Hyuka do the same to the back of his neck before you both reply in unison,

“We love you too.”

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