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“I didn’t peg you for a pervert, ahjussi.”
Chan flinches and steps back. Undeterred, Jeongin nudges into his space. Chan’s wearing loafers, shiny and smooth black leather and Jeongin’s steel-toed boot leaves a scuff across the top.
“Do you want a kiss like that?” Jeongin ventures sweetly. Chan looks down at his mouth and says nothing, but his eyes grow darker. Jeongin usually doesn’t feel this patient with his hookups but Chan is inspiring a benevolence in him. He wants to see what he can unlock, wants to see if he can get his fingers under the smooth bone-white of Chan’s ribs and tug; wonders what will come loose.
Thirty odd years of repression is bound to have something juicy hidden away; the sweet crisp flesh of a forbidden apple, the tight clench of a virgin hole—it’s all the same to Jeongin.
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“I can’t, Hyunjin,” Changbin says. “I can’t do casual.”
“What?” She says and her voice is pitched higher than normal. She’s being too obvious, reel it back, shut up—but the words spill out of her anyway. “That’s not true.” She’s watched Changbin do casual, witnessed him more than once (practically every time) pick up women, sometimes men, with an easy confidence, a sideway smile tilting to his mouth that always reels them in.
“Yeah,” Changbin agrees. His throat rolls when he swallows and Hyunjin’s mouth waters at the sheen on his neck. He doesn’t sweat as much as she does, but his hair has curled up in the humidity and it sticks to his nape, catching in the damp. “But I won’t do casual with you.”
or: Hyunjin wants Changbin. Somehow, Jeongin gets involved.
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- Part 9 of lickety-split drabbles
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Over Jisung's shoulder, Changbin spies Hyunjin returning and tracks the sweep of his long legs around the cluttered chairs, unable to look away from the way his shoulders look in the maroon sweater he’s sporting. Jisung follows her line of sight and then turns back to her, his eyes widening when he takes in Changbin’s expression.
“Noona, you cannot fuck him.” Changbin doesn’t reply and Jisung leans in, hissing furiously as Hyunjin closes in on them. His hand sneaks down to her thigh, in a pincer-ready position and Changbin slaps his hand away before it can even make contact. “I swear to god, noona, don’t even think—ow!”
or: Changbin fucks her brother's best friend.
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- Part 8 of lickety-split drabbles
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“Oh God,” Jeongin groans as Hyunjin scrolls sideways and more pictures come up: Jeongin asleep on the couch, ice cream stained around his mouth, Jeongin and Hyunjin at the arcade, so many childhood memories of the two of them, Jeongin with braces, Hyunjin unchangingly, annoyingly attractive and smiley the whole time. “Hyunjin, this is so embarrassing.”
“What’s embarrassing about it?” Hyunjin demands as he turns his phone to Changbin. Jeongin wants to bury his face into his hands and is only just stopped by the full glass he’s still holding.
Please don’t show your hot muscley boyfriend my pre-teen acne, he wants to wail, but that would only be more humiliating. The humiliating cherry on top of this whole night.
or: Jeongin has dinner with his old babysitter and his babysitter's hot boyfriend. He's being so normal about it.
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“Hyung,” Hyunjin purrs in his ear, just barely resisting the urge to slide his hands up under Changbin’s skirt and squeeze. “I’m tired.”
“Ahh, Hyunjinnie.” Changbin twists his head to smile at Hyunjin, dimples digging into his cheeks. “You found me. You’re not having fun?”
Whether Hyunjin is having fun or not is irrelevant at this point. All he can think about is Changbin and the way his thighs look in that skirt. Yeonjun laughs, making no attempt to hide it and Hyunjin levels a glare at him through his lashes; squeezing Changbin around the middle harder.
Subtlety be damned—especially in front of ex-friends-with-benefits who know what Changbin look like naked. Especially when Changbin looks like this.
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- Part 7 of lickety-split drabbles
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a selection of the fics i’ve written that i consider my favourites whether it be my best writing, dynamics or just really fabulously horny
would encourage you not to read in chronological order as the writing quality gets better later on... go with vibes…what moves you
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for fics inspired by irl events, sauced up with a touch of delusion
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you know what they say about a nuclear family
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If Jisung were to turn him away, he thinks he might cry. Or come undone somehow, like he’ll leak past the borders that should’ve contained him.
“Please,” Felix whispers.
Jisung stares down at him, clinging to the roots of his control – and then they creak free, unmooring him, and he sighs. “Okay.” His voice is a tender thing. “Let’s share.”
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24 Jun 2026
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lovely and warm and evocative
He can’t remember the last time he was held by someone. He can’t remember the last time he was held by Jisung – and all of a sudden, it seems incomprehensible that he wouldn’t be able to recall it. That it wouldn’t be earlier today when they shared company over toast and tea and coffee; that it wouldn’t be right now, that Jisung wouldn’t be embracing him as they speak, sloughing off the loneliness that coats him and compressing him into something that looks and feels a lot like Lee Felix again.
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“Are you sure?” Chan asks tentatively. “I’m not getting in the way of your plans or—”
Seungmin cuts in before it can get any worse. “C’mon.”
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28 May 2026
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i mean. what the fuck.
He knows Chan’s frustration isn’t directed at him, it's only ever with himself. Seungmin has spent years trying to intercept that instinct, trying to catch it midair and take it onto his own shoulders instead. He keeps trying, even now, even after all this time, but despite the practice he finds he’s never gotten very good at it. Chan isn't good at sharing, and Seungmin, left with nowhere else to put that weight, has only ever learned to copy it onto himself.
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“Chan-ssi, I already paid off my annual lease.” Chan's eyebrows raise mildly, but otherwise he remains unaffected as he’s always been. “I split it with my roommates, but they are very polite about me having guests over. So accommodating about guests. I also have a savings account and I make five million won a month and I could get you free baseball tickets.”
When Chan responds with a genuine, but unfortunately simple, that’s great for you, Seungmin, Changbin grabs him away by the ear like he’s that one gym leader from Pokémon.
Seungmin only goes to the club to flirt with the bodyguard.
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27 May 2026
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see if it fits for a bit by Crush_Culture for colourexplosion
Fandoms: Stray Kids (Band)
25 May 2026
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“So you got blue balls, or what?” She reaches out with her foot and lets her toes rest in the space between his thighs on the desk chair. The other sock, planted firmly on the floor, does not match.
He pushes her foot off. “Shut the fuck up.”
“No, seriously,” she says.
Jisung has been trying to hit for ages. Changbin is clueless.
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27 May 2026
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incredible changbin characterisation i am seeing visions and colours
“Gross. Don't sound like my mom after you railed me. Or ever, thanks.”
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"Are you going for the course?" Lovegood asked. "You have the NEWTs.”
“What course?” Draco said, then, “No, don’t be ridiculous,” when he realized she meant the notice pinned up on the board he’d been staring at: Applicants To The Introductory Mediwizard Course For The Coming Term Shall Present Themselves In The Chief Mediwizard’s Office By August 24th.
“Oh, I thought you might,” she said. “Well, goodbye.” And off she wandered again in her addled way.
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- Part 12 of Harry Potter works
- Part 3 of Astolat Sampler
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14 May 2026
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what i wouldn’t give to possess a command over language like this