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[oishitea]

i ship you with benoit blanc

Ah do delcaeh! That ain't a bad choice!

[ruttotohtori]

[wooyoungisbaby]

aniteez sketch request, part 'Isak i love you for doing these'

= u= <3 ...Mingi big,

New stim toy unlocked: wooyonyang's ears

[kinnbig]

jsyk, we cannot wait for that world's nichest Kenbig fic 💖💖💖💖💖

🥰🥰🥰 THANK YOU

[kptssecretsanta]

Merry Christmas, @haahka!

Happy holidays! hanks for supporting my writing this year, I hope this fic brings you a dash of festive cheer.

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Watching, Wanting

It started out as just another straightforward case; a wealthy businessman in his late fifties suspected that his much-younger lover, Ken, was cheating on him. Ken worked as a personal trainer at an exclusive health club in the city, and had a rapidly-growing social media presence. His face was handsome, Big supposed as he looked through some photos, but there was also something petulant and spiteful about it. The client made a point of highlighting the need for discretion, reminded Big of his status and reputation. Big nodded and reassured him while inwardly dreading a tedious few weeks of tailing some spoilt pretty boy from gym to smoothie bar to motel. 

It all started out exactly as Big had feared. On the first day Ken stopped for a floofy iced coffee on his way to the gym, where he spent the whole day. After work, he bought overpriced falafel from a bougie deli downtown before heading back to his apartment for the rest of the evening. On the second day, Ken had the same floofy coffee, stayed at the gym all day, bought improbable-sounding kimchi tacos from a food truck, then went home. On the third day, Ken had floofy coffee, stayed at the gym, bought a pork katsu BLT, then went home. Big was going out of his mind with boredom, but his client had refused to greenlight any kind of listening devices, deep web searches or intrusive hacking in case he was wrong about Ken and “broke his trust”. It was laughable, given that he’d hired a P.I. to investigate his lover, but Big wasn’t paid to argue. 

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[halavibe]

5, 6, 18! ✨️

go smack isak around for getting me to answer these before i got to your ask

[wooyoungisbaby]

@haahka tagged meee :)

Last song: Feeling Like I Do - atz Favorite color: purple or green Currently reading: fanned fiction Currently watching: just finished 4 Minutes recently but not watching anything currently Last movie: honestly don't remember Sweet, spicy, or savory: sweet =u= Relationship status: not dating anyone Tea or coffee: neither u_u Last thing I googled: ransom notes play online

too tiwed to tag anyone do it if you want xox

[kinnbig]

Trick or treat!! 👻🍁😶‍🌫️🍭

hi hi hi thank you so much! here is a lil snippet of the VegasBig you mentioned the other day... as a treat 😁💖🍬

Big is alone when he reaches him, as Vegas knew he would be, sat on the ground with a half-empty bottle of something amber coloured at his side. His face falls instantly as Vegas approaches; disappointment plain, his usual controlled façade stripped away by the drink.

Vegas doesn’t need to wonder who he was hoping for. Vegas never needs to wonder who everyone wishes that he was.

“Khun Vegas.” Big greets him coldly.

“Ai’Big.” Vegas keeps his voice soft as he comes to stand over him, looking down at him. Considering.

Despite how long Big has been around, Vegas has interacted with him surprisingly little. Ever since they were children, Big has always been right behind Kinn; sidling up beside him at every opportunity, tagging after him like a kid with a crush.

Kinn’s hand-reared human shield. Raised from a pup to be unwaveringly loyal, practically bred for compliance. Devotion instilled into every fibre of his being. Keeping him pining was a nice touch on Kinn’s part, unfulfilled infatuation certainly more of an incentive to dedication than the inevitably disappointing reality of fucking.

Kinn has moulded himself the perfect little lackey.

Vegas knows he can break him.

Not in the way he’s broken Ken; pulled apart until Kinn’s secrets spill from the cracks; but in another way; the way he’s been breaking all of Kinn’s loyal devotees, one-by-one, since the day he turned sixteen.

Big is drunk. Vegas can sense his misery in the air like a pheromone.

He’s almost disappointed.

It’s going to be so easy.

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