A week earlier, when Valko playfully threatened you with a sex ban you thought it a cruel, poorly timed joke, one that he was not capable of actually sticking to. Granted, he made the statement as a result of you teasing and edging him perhaps just a tad bit too far. At first, with the way you made him beg—near cry—you thought it somewhat fair.

This, however, quickly spiraled and became wildly unfair. Despite being devoted, loving, and always ready to bend to your every whim, if you knew one thing about your boyfriend it was that he is stubborn. Intensely stubborn. For this transgression, he wanted—needed—to prove a point. The fact that he very much so enjoyed said transgression in the first place was another topic in and of itself.

***

Throughout the week since, your grasp on your sanity had well begun to slip, your cunt practically throbbing each time you merely looked in his general direction.

You were essentially screaming at him each time he strolled around the house, “Go put a shirt on!” All he offered was a laugh as he disappeared down the hall, only to later return, still, without a shirt. “Val!” He would just flash you his charming smile. It was fucking torture.

On a different day within the week, your eyes rolled to the back of your skull upon hearing him grunting within your home gym. Quietly padding backwards, you peered in, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip as hard as possible to silence yourself. Despite always wearing a compression shirt, he was, yet again, shirtless, only small—too small—athletic shorts gripping over his muscled thighs, as he worked a heavily stacked barbell up…again and again…using the force and thrust of his hips. If you hadn’t already completely lost it—you certainty had then, on that visual alone. On the sound alone.

His voice was smug when he finally looked up at you standing by the door, “Yes, pup?”

“Ugh! You—!” Biting back your curses, you stormed off.

Toward the end of the week, you decided that you would have your fucking revenge—and eat it, too. Enough was enough. He would break, not you. If he thought you made him beg and cry before…

***

The following day, you find and adorn yourself with the tightest dress you own, along with a sleek pair of heels. The funny thing was that the tight dress was mostly just the cherry on top. While you knew intimately of your boyfriend’s stubbornness, you also knew of his pure weakness toward seeing you in a pair of heels. He could drop dead alone at how sexy they made your legs look. He had told you many times before, while yes, of course, your legs, there was something particular about your calves...

You stroll into the living room casually in the early evening, “Babe, I’m going out with some friends from work. I’ll be back later, okay?”

Turning his head toward you, his eyes go wide and his phone falls out of his hand and onto the couch, “Woah, woah—” he springs, nearly jumps, up from the couch, “woah— B-baby!? Y-you—”

You place your hands on your hips, cocking a brow at him. “Dressed like that!?” He stammers, admittedly in the sweetest way—not aiming to be controlling, but rather express just how flabbergasted he is, “I m-mean, you can wear w-whatever—you k-know I don’t—I’m n-not trying to—” his head shakes, his eyes snapping shut briefly, “like that!?”

You smirk, taking your hands off your hips, “Yes, Val, like this.”

“I’m— I’m—” he starts pacing around the living room by the couch, “I’m a stupid, weak man. I’m so stupid, can we please—”

You’re quick to interrupt, “Nope.” You grab the front door’s knob, a hint of humor in your tone, “Love you, bye!”

His voice is passionately desperate as you’re already making your way out, “Not even a kiss!?”

You grin at him before closing the door, “Nope!”

***

When you get back home, you’re thrilled to hear the shower running—perfect. Leaving your heels on, you slip your panties off and throw them onto the couch. When you hear the water turn off, you sit up on the floor with your back against the couch, spreading your legs and dipping your hand between your thighs.

He steps out into the hall, his hair still partially wet, and you have to keep your jaw from falling to the floor—you were going to have to be more than strong willed to pull this off. Again, with no shirt, and a pair of light colored sweats clinging low on his hips, the sight of his bulge makes your mouth instantly water. It becomes easy to start doing what you need to.

When he walks further out from the hall and spots you on the floor, his eyes go wide—his own jaw falling slack. Too bad for him, you had already picked yours up—replacing your lustful gaze for one full of determination and smugness.

He comes closer until he’s standing only a handful of steps from you, “B-baby, w-what are y-you—”

You cut him off, “How could you be so mean to me, hm?” Your voice is a tempting coo, your eyes fixed on his while his own immediately drop between your legs. “All I want is your cock inside me,” his eyes snap back up to yours, utterly dumbfounded, “and you won’t even give it to me?” You play up a pout, slowly rubbing your clit in front of him.

His voice is beyond weak, “I-I—oh my god—I’m stupid. It’s because I’m fucking stupid.” He drops to the floor, on his knees with his arms slack like he’s in visceral pain.

You nod slowly, failing to contain a devious grin at the sight of him on his knees, “Mmhm…”

He moans gutturally upon watching you slip your fingers inside your dripping cunt, immediately falling forward onto both of his hands. “I’m an i-idiot. Been s-so fucking hard this entire week. All I can smell, is you. I t-think I’m doing this to torture myself—n-not you.” You pull your fingers out and put them into your mouth, holding his gaze while you wrap your lips around your index and middle finger.

Watching helplessly, he instantly dips down while whining, pressing his forehead against the carpet like he’s praying. Or, better yet, begging for your forgiveness. You take your fingers out of your mouth and tsk at him, “Ah, ah, ah. No back tracking now. You did this to me—and yourself.”

He lifts his head again, watching your hand return between your thighs as you start to toy with your clit using just the tip of your middle finger, “I-I’m so sorry—baby. Fuck—don’t do this. I—”

You interrupt him, spreading and parting your slit with two fingers. “Look—” He does just what you ask, moaning again to the sight of you spread in front of him. Using just one finger, you glide along the length of your slit down to your entrance to collect ample slickness that sticks and pulls away from your body before snapping away from your finger. “Look how wet I am for you and you don’t even care. Not once this week.”

He groans, “S-stop—I do care. I’m so sorry, pup—p-please, let me—” As soon as he moves—crawls— your right leg extends and you press the ball of your heel against his forehead. He stops right where he is, his jaw clenching tight as he fights against making any more noise than he already has.

With the pointed heel itself hovering just in front of his mouth, your voice gets quieter but still contains a clear demand, “You’re gonna watch.”

The raw, whiny, needy, and pathetic sound that escapes his throat against his will before he speaks is immaculate, “N-no, p-please, I c-can’t.”

You grin, glancing down to his sweats and spotting the overwhelmingly obvious print of his hard cock underneath. “Oh, but you can, handsome. This was your choice.” While you speak, your leg and he slowly lowers as he completely sinks to the ground by your command, his body flat. “You’re gonna watch me fuck myself with my fingers, hm? …Just wishing it was your cock that you’ve been withholding from me.”

He’s whimpering, his elbows bent and his fists balling up beside his shoulders while he fights not to touch any part of you. “Y-you—ngh—” He moans again—loudly—when you push your fingers back inside, “Baby, you smell—you look—s-so perfect. Let me taste you—a-at least.”

You remove your heel, folding your legs toward your body to keep your knees up high and spread, “If you really wanted to taste me, you would’ve done it already this week.”

Scooting a bit closer now that your leg isn’t holding him back, he shakes his head, “N-no—I do—I always do, y-you know that. Please, just—”

You shake your head, “Mm-mm,” starting to pump your fingers in and out with intention, “hump the floor, for all I care.” A loud, shaky groan spills from his throat at the humiliating suggestion—but his hips twitch down anyway.

He becomes a stuttering, drooling mess—more than he already is, “P-please—oh my fucking god—I’m s-sorry—s-so s-sorry—”

You click your tongue, shaking your head at him again, “Look what you could have if you weren’t so mean to me, hm?”

“I’m sorry—oh my god—baby, d-don’t—I’m n-not mean—I-I—”

“Oh, but, you are. So fucking mean—mmm—making me fuck my pussy like it’s my job when it’s yours.”

He moans loudly, his eyes fixated on your fingers pushing in and out of your perfect cunt no less than a foot from his face, “I-it is mine, p-please—I’ll d-do it r-right now, just—”

Pushing your fingers as far as they’ll go, you curl them lightly and he moans at the sight while you interrupt, “No. You lost your chance. Now, you just get to watch.”

“Ah—ngh—fuck!” His fist beats softly into the carpet, his forehead pressing back against the floor.

“That doesn’t look like watching to me.”

He lifts his head back up feebly, “Baby…” Both of his hands wrap around your ankles, the look in his eyes overtly pleading, “Please…” His eyes fall back to your cunt, a pathetic and desperate lust burning in them.

Your tone is one of intense warning, “Don’t you even think about it...”

His voice becomes breathless, another slight roll from his hips into the floor, “T-this is just—”

You interrupt, scoffing, “Cruel, hm? Sounds familiar.”

He tears his eyes away from temptation to look up at you, “Oh my god—I fucked up s-so bad, pup—y-you can’t—I’ll do whatever you want.”

You grin, cocking your head to the side, “You are doing what I want, right now.”

Flicking through all of the stages of grief, “I know you want my cock, let m-me give it to you, hm?”

You raise a brow, sighing openly and simultaneously to the feeling you’re creating and to the feeling that the look of his desperation gives you, “Oh, so we’re bargaining now, is that it? Well, I’m past wanting that. I, now, just want to watch you suffer.”

He croaks, “Oh, god…”

“Mmhm—this is what you get.”

His eyes fall back to your fingers that haven’t stopped once, “Fuck—you’re so pretty, please, please—I c-can’t—I need—”

You interrupt again, “What do you need that I didn’t this past week, hm?”

“N-nothing—I-I—I’m sorry—ngh—pup!” You peer back briefly, enjoying the sight of his groin driving down into the floor over and over again.

With a thin moan, you hardly spread your two fingers apart as they’re inside you while he watches, “It’s so tight—mmm—from not having you once this week.”

Lips parted, once you continue pumping your fingers, he stares at the push and pull, your skin tight on your fingers, “H-holy shit.” You relish in the roll of his hips straight into the ground.

You let a louder moan slip, indulging in the constant burning thought over the past week of nothing but him inside you, “Mmm—your cock would feel so fucking good right now. I need it so fucking bad.”

He whines, “P-please, I’ll—”

You huff while curling your fingers, “No.”

“Ngh! Y-you—”

“Your mouth…your hands…your fingers—god, I needed them all this week—and y-you—ngh—wouldn’t give me one single thing.”

He shakes his head, “I-I—I’ll never do i-it again—baby, please.”

“I know you won’t, but mm-mm, you’re not getting off that easy.” Your eyes flutter, the heave of your chest only getting stronger, “Me on the other hand…”

You both stay silent a moment, his brows furrowed intently while watching the repeated dip of your fingers. “V-Val…mmm—”

He interrupts, “Oh, no—d-don’t you do that.”

“Do what?” Your chest heaves dramatically, his eyes watching the rise and fall momentarily, specifically the tight material clung over your chest and fitted snuggly over your breasts. “Val—ngh—oh m-my god—”

His expression becomes pained, his hips driving down again, “Stop it.”

You gasp while staring down at him, “Val—I feel like…m’gonna—”

He whines, “Quit it.”

Momentarily, your voice becomes higher pitch, “F-fuck—I’m gonna cum—”

His voice then becomes hoarse from all the whining, “Baby…”

“Oh my god—mmhm—V-Val…”

“S-stop it—baby—fuck—!” He lurches toward your ankle, his teeth sinking into your flesh before he speaks against your skin, “I’m—I’m gonna cum—h-holy shit—” He can’t stop himself from bucking his hips down into the carpet—watching it happen, it felt like he could feel it.

“G-good—ngh—” Your fingers work faster, curling into your G-spot more frequently, “O-oh—Val—oh my god—nngh!” His eyes dart up to watch your expression brought on by your orgasm as your head falls back against the couch, his hips bucking and grinding helplessly onto the floor.

As soon as he lets go himself, he silences his release by sinking his teeth back into your ankle, “Fuck—mmmph—!”

Listening to him huff and pant, while you’re still shaking, you force yourself to recover relatively quickly, his face still down low by your leg as he shudders. You let out a light chuckle, pulling your dress down and standing back up.

Once you’re gone from the floor, he presses the side of his cheek against the carpet, “Y-you—babe—oh my god.”

Ready to walk past him, you stop and press your heel lightly into his back—he instantly moans. “Such a good boy, hm?”

***

To say the least, the following week was…intense.

Orchestrated by your demand, you both are completely bare. His back is flat against the bed and you’re straddling him, grinding your soaked slit up and down the length of his hard cock, “Pup—p-please, you c-can’t keep doing this.”

“Oh, but I can, hm? You felt no shame in withholding, so I’ll feel no shame in this.”

“Oh, god—nngh—f-fuck! I feel like m’gonna cum—”

“Good—I want you to cum all over yourself.”

You were sure to find new ways—as many as possible, actually—to make him cum without ever being inside you, without getting his mouth or his hands on you, and without you getting your mouth or hands on him, either.

This subsequent week in particular, Valko learned a new definition for the word torture.

***

Slipping into the shower, he blocks the stream of water from hitting you as his arms wrap around you and he bites your shoulder gently, “Baby—p-please, how long are you gonna keep this up?” He whimpers quietly, grinding his already hard cock against your ass.

Despite both having cum numerous times during this second week, you each felt—and were—locked in a permanent state of arousal, just waiting for it to be broken.

You shrug in his arms, running your fingertips along his forearms that are wrapped over your waist, “Hmm, at least as long as you did.”

He whines, biting your shoulder again, “It’s been longer than that!”

“Oh, has it?”

He groans, his lips pressing into your neck before speaking, “God, remind me to never piss you off again.”

“You got that right.”

“Mmm—please—I need to be inside you, right fucking now. I’m sorry—so sorry, do whatever you want, just let me feel you.” He squeezes you tighter and you instinctively begin to bend and arch, pressing yourself back against him.

“I do want your cock—mmph—so fucking bad, you have no idea.” While he’s leaning further into you, your hands press against the back wall, “B-but, I’m still so fucking mad at you.”

One of his hands leaves your waist, gently pushing down and slipping his cock between your thighs, which makes you gasp as soon as he’s between your legs, “I know, pup. I deserve it, stay mad—for as long as you want. Just—please, let me give you what you want, hm?” Pressing his chest against your back, you both start moaning at the pressure of his cock grinding against and between your slit. Already wet—constantly wet—you part for him easily. You’d been at this all week—his hard cock rubbing against you tirelessly until you both came.

You hum in contemplation, his length continuing to smooth between your slit, the head of his cock grinding against your clit, “Please—oh my god—I want you so fucking bad. I need you. You’re so fucking wet, I know you need me, too.”

Reaching between your thighs, you wrap your hand around the center of his length, guiding his tip toward your entrance, “One more time…tell me,” you push your hips back, the head of his cock gently pressing into you, “that you’ll never—ever—do it again.”

Gasping to the sensation that is long overdue, “I won’t, I w-won’t. Baby, I swear, never again. Ever.”

You bite back a moan, the utter desperation from not feeling him stretch you with his cock in over two weeks painfully peaking in this moment, “Good boy. Nngh—mmhm, go a-ahead.”

“Oh my fucking—ngh!” Both of his hands latch onto your hips quickly, driving into you while pulling you back—the end result being his cock full up inside you before you can even breath again. The whiny, loud moans that quickly pour out from each of you bounce off the shower walls and echo in the bathroom.

Trying to temper himself, each of your bodies twitching with both relief and anticipation of just getting started, “S-sorry, princess. H-holy fuck, you feel...mmm—are you okay?”

You lean in harder against the wall, a slight wiggle in your hips, enjoying—and missing, so fucking badly—the feeling of him inside you, “M-mhm, ngh—”

“I’m such a fucking asshole, but please,” he retracts his cock from you to thrust forward again, “ngh—don’t ever do this shit to me again.”

You laugh, but that sound doesn’t hold up against his thrust, a loud moan replacing it instead, “Y-you started it.”

“Mmm—I k-know. Never again. Please, forgive me, pup.”

“Hmm—nngh—y-you’re forgiven.” You tilt your head back and to the side just slightly, not able to get a complete look at him, but enough of one as you point your voice in his general direction, “Now, can you please fuck me until I can’t walk?”

It's just another ordinary day, you are mindlessly typing away at your 9-5 . The sky outside your little cubicle window bled out in shades of amber and violet, with a faint glimmer of stars and the distant moon. Down on the street, you could hear the traffic humming, busy bodies overrunning the streets like an angry swarm. But it was all so muffled by the walls, on your side of the wall, a relentless chorus of plastic keys and passive-aggressive sighs took over the air.

Working at this company for what felt like ages had turned your life into a loop of unyielding monotony. Every single day was a carbon copy of the last. It all so felt rehearsed, and scripted. It was just utterly devoid of joy.

You stared at the blinking cursor on your monitor, feeling as though your soul was slowly draining out through your fingertips.

"Hey, gonna clock out soon. Wanna go check out the bookstore in a bit?"

You blinked, snapping back to reality as Tara peered over the gray felt divider, her eyes carrying that familiar, bone-deep exhaustion you knew all too well. Tara’s voice was the only bright spot in this gray expanse.

Tara was your favorite coworker, though lately, the boundary between 'office acquaintance' and 'actual friend' had completely dissolved. Ever since you accidentally discovered a mutual, slightly embarrassing obsession with trashy fantasy romance novels and web mangas, an unspoken friendship had formed. It was your shared safe haven, a vibrant escape from the exhausting grayness of corporate life. Most of your conversations revolved around fictional plots, brooding otherworldly men, though the occasional piece of juicy office gossip inevitably slipped out.

"Yeah, of course, Tara!" you breathed, a genuine, if weary, smile touching your lips. "Let me just finish typing this document up, and we can go."

Minutes later, you stepped out of the corporate hell, and the evening air slapped you hard. It was noticeably chillier than normal for this time of year, whispering warnings of the upcoming winter. Pedestrians hurried past in heavy woolen coats, pulled-down beanies, and thick scarves. You and Tara, as quick as you could, ran for your warm sanctuary.

The bookstore was quiet, smelling of old paper and roasted espresso beans.

True to your routine, you buy a cup of vanilla latte from the in-house cafe and have a small drink before setting off on your little adventure. You wandered down through the aisles, though you were fiercely loyal to romance, you occasionally entertained the idea of dabbling in thriller and horror. Drifting toward the manga shelves, you spotted Tara crouched in the far corner, eagerly flipping through a stack of fresh paperbacks.

"Find anything fancy?" You asked, sidling up beside her.

"I found this one where the female main character gets hurt, and the male main character takes care of her... in other ways." Tara whispered, holding up a volume featuring a male doctor in a scandalous cover. Her eyes danced with wicked knowing amusement.

You both let out a low snort of laughter that earned a mild glare from strangers nearby.

"Do you ever think this can happen to us in real life?" Tara asked jokingly, though there was a wishful edge to her tone that you recognized too well.

"I mean…" You paused, tracing the rim of a book, "I’d be lying if the thought didn't cross my mind at least once. Life like a main character in a romance novel would feel kind of insane... "

Living life like the main character in a romance novel would feel utterly insane, you thought to yourself, brushing the madness aside.

After parting ways with Tara at the subway entrance, you took a shortcut through the public park to grab a quick sandwich. The city noise faded into a hollow hum, replaced by the crisp crunch of fallen leaves beneath your boots. The night was dead silent, the full moon hanging like a cold pearl in a violet sky speckled with diamond dust.

And that was when you spotted it.

A rabbit.

Its fur coat was impossibly white, yet it was touched with a faint warm glow, making it shimmer like a fallen star against the dark grass. Normally, you would have blinked and walked right past, assuming it was just another piece of city wildlife. But an inexplicable, magnetic pull rooted your feet towards it.

As you stepped closer, you realized the creature was remarkably plush and round, its cottony fur giving it a soft, spherical outline. It perked its head at your approach, its long ears twitching before it gave a sudden, enthusiastic hop straight toward you.

What stopped your breath was its eyes. They were a striking, bottomless ocean blue.

Can rabbits even have blue eyes?

You crouched down slowly, intending to whisper a soft hello, but before you could blink, the rabbit leaped up, planting its tiny paws squarely onto your knees. Stunned, you froze, caught somewhere between utter bewilderment and a strange, melting tenderness.

"Oh, uh..." You hesitantly raised a hand, brushing your fingertips over its back. To your absolute disbelief, it began to purr, a rhythmic vibration that rumbled against your legs.

Rabbits can purr?

Tara’s joking comment from earlier flickered through your mind.

<"Do you ever think this can happen to us in real life ?">

You let out a self-deprecating laugh, shaking your head to clear away the foolishness.

That’s ridiculous... right?

You gently sat the creature down onto the grass.

"Go on. It's too cold out here for you."

You offer a small wave as you continue your walk home.

Your apartment was quiet, smelling faintly of clean linen and solitude. After a well deserved hot shower that washed away the grit of the long week, you slipped into an oversized t-shirt and short shorts, collapsing into the comfort of your mattress. You lazily scrolled through your phone, the blue light casting shadows across your face, letting the gentle drift of sleep pull you under.

Or so you thought.

A sudden, sharp awareness cut through your haze. Something solid and warm was pressed against your spine.

Panic. Ice water flooded your veins. Did someone break in? Are they going to murder me in my sleep?

"Hahh— you smell good."

Your breath hitched, your heart slamming violently against your ribs like a trapped bird. And then, a searing wave of shock shot through you as you felt it, something fleshy and thick sliding smoothly between your thighs.

A blood curdling scream tore from your throat. You whipped around with panicked adrenaline, instinctively reaching for your phone to blindly swing at the intruder's head, praying you’d render him thoroughly concussed.

"Ow, ow, ow—!"

The intruder recoiled, clutching his head. In the dim light of the bedroom, you couldn't make out much, but your eyes locked onto the crown of his head.

His hair was glowing. Just like the rabbit.

I'm so hallucinating…

Your hands were shaking as you pressed the flashlight button on your phone and thrust it forward.

The harsh LED beam cut through the dark. What you saw made your breath catch permanently in your throat.

The man sitting on your bed looked young, with a lean, sculpted physique. His hair was a striking, silvery blond that seemed to catch and diffuse the phone's light into a warm, golden halo. Your wide eyes unintentionally traced the line of his collarbones, his broad chest, and then drifted downward—

A burning blush rushed up your neck and flooded your cheeks. You snapped your gaze back to his face. He was rubbing his eyes, looking completely, blissfully oblivious to the fact that moments ago, he had been pressing his body intimately against yours.

The man was naked. Top to bottom, sitting in front of you, on your bed.

"Mmm..." he groaned drowsily, his voice a soft purr that scraped against your frayed nerves.

"Excuse you?!" you choked out, your voice cracking with sheer disbelief. "W-why? How... What?" You were too astonished to even make up your thoughts.

He finally blinked open his eyes, and those striking, ocean blue irises locked onto yours.

Blue eyes. You gasped internally.

"Sorry... I'm a little tired," he mumbled softly, shifting his weight.

"Excuse you…? Do you… are you aware…" You were trembling, still caught between panic and sheer absurdity. "Do you—are you completely aware that this is MY bed? MY house?!" 

Does this man honestly think he isn't committing a half-dozen felonies right now?

"I followed you here," he whispered, his eyelids fluttering as if he could barely fight off sleep. "From the park... earlier? You pet me... you were so warm..."

"You... what?" Your head was spinning so fast you felt sick. You pinched the bridge of your nose, desperate for logic. "You're telling me... you're that rabbit? That white rabbit from the park?"

He simply nodded, slow and earnest.

"You expect me to actually believe that?"

He nodded again.

Scrambling backward, you threw off the covers and leaped out of bed. Groaning in utter defeat, you scrambled past him to flip the wall switch, flooding the room with light.

"Nngh, it's bright," the man whined, shielding his eyes with a slender arm.

Now, under the glare of the ceiling light, you took in the full reality of your situation. He was tall, unfairly handsome, and completely naked. He possessed a youthful, ethereal beauty that didn't belong on Earth. His skin was flawless, his features impossibly soft, wearing a gaze so completely innocent and devoid of malice that it felt deeply disarming. He looked at you with the helpless curiosity of someone entirely unversed in basic human etiquette.

Your racing heartbeat slowed just a fraction. You let out a long, shaky breath. "Okay... Let's pretend, for just one second, that I actually believe you're that rabbit. That still doesn't explain why you're here, naked, in my bed."

A heavy blush bloomed across his cheeks, creeping down his throat. "I... I thought you were pretty and warm-hearted," he murmured, his fingers nervously twisting the bedsheet. "You felt... safe. Like home."

You bit the inside of your cheek, wondering if you had suffered a sudden aneurysm at work."What's your name? Do you even have one?"

"X-Xavier. I'm from the moon... and I don't know how to get back."

Aaaaand there comes back my senses

"Right. Well, if you could just leave quietly right now without making a scene, I won't call the police." You aggressively tapped your phone screen, pulling up the keypad just in case.

"W-wait, don't kick me out... please..." Xavier looked up at you, his luminous blue eyes wide, shimmering with a desperate, heartbreaking plea.

< “Do you ever think this can happen to us in real life?” >

< “I mean... I would be lying if the thought didn't cross my mind at least once.” >

You cursed Tara silently in the deepest chambers of your soul.

"Alright, fine." You dropped your hands onto your forehead, defeated, washing over you.

I’m going to end up murdered tonight. And it's entirely because of my own stupid, delusional dreams.

"You can sleep on the couch. I'll get you a spare blanket."

You turned to grab linens from the closet, but noticed he was still sitting there, completely motionless. You arched a skeptical eyebrow. "What's wrong?"

"Can I sleep in the same bed with you?" he asked, tilting his head with devastating sincerity.

No— "...Sure…" you sighed, defeated by your own weak heart.

His face lit up with a blinding smile.

"But where's your clothes?"

"Oh. I don't have any."

Pardon?

You ran a hand down your face, feeling deep exhaustion settle into your bones. Without another word, you climbed back under the covers. Xavier immediately slid in beside you, curling up close. You expected to lie awake, paralyzed by anxiety over the stranger sharing your mattress, but instead, an inexplicable, radiating warmth emanated from him, a soothing comfort that dragged you straight down into a deep sleep.

You woke up the next morning to the blaring ring of your alarm, accompanied by an acrid, deeply concerning scent drifting down the hallway.

Is that… something burning?

You bolted upright, rushing into the kitchen to find Xavier standing over the stove, looking intensely focused on what appeared to be a culinary disaster in progress.

Hearing your footsteps, he turned around with a proud, innocent smile. "I tried to make you toast and eggs." he announced softly, setting a plate of blackened, unidentifiable charcoal onto the table. "I hope it's good."

You stared down at the catastrophic meal. For a split second, your brain short circuited trying to understand how any adult could fail so spectacularly at basic food, before reality reminded you.

Right. He's from the moon. Wait, am I actually still believing that?

You pulled out a chair and sat down at the table. Even though it looked entirely inedible, you refused to be rude. Breaking off a tiny corner of the blackened, shell-crusted egg, you popped it into your mouth.

Instantly, your face contorted. An intense metallic flavor exploded across your tongue, backed by a potent, lingering sulfur taste that made your eyes water. You coughed, trying desperately to keep a straight face as he watched you with wide, hopeful anticipation.

"Um... how exactly did you cook these?" you asked carefully, fighting a gag.

"On the hot flat circle," he replied brightly.

You let out a long, suffering sigh, staring down at your ruined plate. Before you could offer gentle feedback, your phone alarm blared again, a reminder that if you didn't leave right this second, you would be late for work.

"Ah! Sorry, Xavier," you panicked, sprinting back to your bedroom to grab an acceptable work attire. "I gotta go to work!"

Wait... why am I apologizing to the naked lunar rabbit in my kitchen?

You glanced back at him, still entirely naked from top to bottom, and sighed. "Do you... happen to know your clothing size?"

He tilted his head in utter puzzlement.

"I'll take that as a no." You sat on the edge of the sofa, hastily pulling on your socks. "I'll buy you some clothes on my way back home."

The rest of the day at the office passed in a feverish blur. You found yourself constantly checking your phone, half expecting to see a police alert or finding out your entire apartment had burned down. You kept conversations with Tara painfully brief, terrified that your sleep deprived brain would accidentally blurt out, “Oh yeah, I have a magical moon rabbit man living in my guest room.”

You bought a couple t-shirts and some sweatpants. You take a heavy breath and sit down at the benches, shuffling through your thoughts. You recall the last 24 hours, how it was just an ordinary day, just you and your boring office job. How you went to the bookstore with Tara, how you were just joking about having a life like a main character from a romance novel.

And now all of this. How this is exactly like you've been ported into a romance novel. You rub your tired eyes, hoping for your poor sanity that this is all just fake. Hoping your brain is hallucinating because of exhaustion. Hoping that maybe, just maybe you will get back home, and he won't be there. That this whole thing, this whole situation, you just made up. Maybe it's about time you take a week off work to take a well deserved vacation.

When you finally returned home, bags in hand, you stepped into the quiet apartment, bracing yourself for disaster. Instead, you were met with pristine silence.

"I cleaned up the place while you were gone," Xavier announced, stepping out of the hallway.

This is real isn't it

You stared at him, utterly defeated by his earnestness. "I... I appreciate it."

Slipping off your shoes, you stepped into the living room and blinked in sheer awe. He hadn't just cleaned, he had practically sanitized the entire apartment. There wasn't a speck of dust anywhere. Even the narrow cracks of your window sills were spotless.

If this was all real, and unfortunately, your aching sanity confirmed it was in fact, time to establish some ground rules. You gestured for him to sit on the couch while you stood before him, crossing your arms.

Right. He's still naked.

"Ah, here," you muttered, quickly shoving the shopping bag toward him. "These are for you. I wasn't sure about exact sizes, so I kept it simple."

He took the bag, disappearing briefly before reappearing fully dressed.

The simple white hoodie and black sweatpants fit him with terrifying perfection. The stark white fabric contrasted against his luminous silvery hair and glowing golden undertones, while his striking blue eyes pierced right through you. You really gotta say, he is surprisingly handsome, innocent yet carrying an effortless charm that it made you physically painful to look away.

"Ahem— so..." You gestured vaguely at the space between you. "How did you end up here?"

"I don't really know," he answered softly, dropping his gaze to the floor, looking suddenly shy. "I just woke up one day, and I was at that park, all alone. I stayed there for days until I met you. You were the first human to ever truly see me. You felt like... home."

His words hit you right in the center of your chest, warm and heavy.

"So I followed you here," he continued, shifting his weight. "When I laid on that comfortable bed with you... my body remembered. It let me take this form."

"Do you... know how to get back to your home?" you asked quietly, a strange mixture of dread and pity pooling in your stomach.

He simply shook his head.

"And I'm guessing you don't have anywhere else to go."

Another slow shake of his head.

You exhaled a long, heavy breath, surrendering to the absurdity of your life. "Alright... you can stay here."

His face lit up with a brilliant, radiant smile that made your pulse stutter.

"UNTIL we figure out what to do with this whole situation, okay? I appreciate you cleaning today, and if you can help around the house, I think we can make this work."

He nodded eagerly.

"You can sleep on the couch. I'll get you a pillow and a blanket—"

"But I like that bed in your room," he interrupted softly, stepping closer. "And... I like holding you while we sleep." He looked up at you with those pleading eyes.

God, why does he have to look so cute

"...Fine," you sighed, utterly powerless.

The quiet tension was suddenly broken by a loud rumble. It wasn't coming from you.

Xavier froze, a red flush raced up his neck and flooded his cheeks in instant embarrassment.

"Oh, are you hungry? Have you eaten anything since you got here?"

He shook his head sheepishly.

"Okay, sit down. I'll make you something. I'm decent at cooking, unlike your… eggs."

"What was wrong with my eggs?"

"Oh, everything honey."

Months bled together into a strange routine. The initial shock wore off, replaced by a surprisingly harmonious symbiosis. While you went to work, Xavier kept the apartment immaculate, handled the laundry, and occasionally bravely went to the local market for groceries so you could cook together in the evenings.

Living with him wasn't just manageable, it was fun. He had become your closest companion, your safest harbor in an otherwise exhausting world.

Yet, beneath the comfort of domesticity, a low burning ache began to fester. Day after day, living in such close proximity, you found your gaze lingering too long on his lips, your fingers brushing against his skin a little too intentionally. You were caught in a maddening internal war. After that very first night, Xavier had strictly retreated behind an invisible line. He was entirely respectful, a quiet, gentle ghost moving through your space. Every time your fingers grazed him while passing the salt, every time his soft voice murmured across the room, your heart melted into a puddle of yearning. You wanted to touch him. You wanted to taste his lips. You were dying a slow, sweet death right inside the friendzone you had accidentally built for him.

Today marked your five month anniversary of living together, you wanted to surprise him. Leaving work a little early, you stopped by a local bakery to pick up a carrot cake. Despite his moon rabbit origins, you had never actually seen him eat a carrot, but you figured it was a humorous nod to his true nature.

Pushing open the apartment door, you expected to find him lounging on the couch or pottering around the kitchen. The place was uncharacteristically quiet.

Setting the bakery box down on the dining table, you called out, "Xavier? Are you home?"

You walk into your room in case he was sleeping, as often he does, he wasn't on your bed. From the corner, you saw a ray of light creeping through the slightly opened door to the bathroom, signalling someone is in there.

You gently call out from a distance, "Are you in there?"

A sharp, strained whimper answered you.

"Nnn—y-yeah, I'm in here."

"Are you okay? You sound terrible. Do you need medicine, or—"

"Hahh... I'm... nng— okay—"

His voice sounded too ragged, thick with distress. Panic spiking, you pushed the door open. "I'm coming in—"

"N-no!"

As soon as you stepped inside, your breath was caught. Xavier was sitting rigidly on the edge of the toilet seat, one hand clamped tightly around his thick heavy shaft. In the split second before he scrambled to grab a handful of tissues, a thick, warm rope of viscous, pearlescent liquid shot forward, splattering directly against your thighs.

Is this...

Xavier’s face was tomato red, burning with mortification as he frantically tried to clean the mess off your legs. "I-I'm so sorry!" he stammered, his chest heaving violently, sweat glistening across his skin. "I... I didn't know you would come home early today..."

Your gaze dropped further, noticing what he had been holding clutched tightly in his other hand.

A pair of your lacey panties.

Your eyes involuntarily drifted down. Even through his hurried movements, you couldn't miss the sheer size of him, his length thick and swollen, leaking cum against his trembling fingers.

"I—I have..." He swallowed hard, his face flushed an even deeper shade of crimson, clumsily scrambling to pull up his sweatpants to hide the massive, painfully obvious bulge straining against the fabric. He met your eyes, his chest rising and falling in violent, desperate rhythms. "I... I have a really high libido compared to regular humans."

He met your gaze, his chest rising and falling in harsh, ragged gasps. He looked like a predator holding back a tidal wave of instinct, desperately fighting every ounce of self-control not to pounce on you right then and there.

"Oh... uh," you stammered, your voice completely deserting you. You wanted desperately to look away, but your eyes felt glued to the heavy bulge pressing against his pants. "Have you just been... taking care of it yourself while I've been gone these last few months?"

He gave a slow, strained nod, his adam's apple bobbing sharply.

Everything inside you snapped. You had spent all these months playing it safe, drowning in unspoken desires, pretending this chaotic life was normal. The rational part of your brain screamed that this was madness, that this past 5 months is an absurd, surreal fairy tale. If you told a single soul about this, they would lock you away.

And yet, you look at him,shaking and aching for you, you feel a sudden heat pool low in your stomach. Your breath hitched, every protective, hesitant wall you had built over the last five months instantly crumbling to dust.

If your life was a romance novel, you were done hiding from the plot.

"What if..." You swallowed the lump in your throat, your voice dropping to a quiet whisper. "What if I help you?"

Xavier blinked, the frantic panic in his eyes instantly melting into a blinding, hungry anticipation.

Before you could take another breath, you stepped forward and grabbed his hand. You pulled him out of the bathroom and straight toward your bed, pushing him down onto the edge of the mattress. But before you could even draw back, he surged forward, his hands gripping your wrists with crushing intensity, pinning your arms up above your head.

His face was inches from yours, his skin radiating intense, feverish heat. His chest heaving against yours, his breath hot and ragged as his dilated pupils frantically traced every line of your face.

"I... I don't think I can hold back anymore," he groaned, his voice rough with a deep, primal hunger. "I've been good... I've been holding back for five months, watching you, breathing you in, dying just to touch you..."

You bit your lower lip, nodding slowly, your eyes were heavy lidded and burning with anticipation. "I know, Xavie... I've been dying, too."

The air in the bedroom instantly thickened, turning heavy and electric. This sacred, quiet room where you had spent months sharing nothing more than innocent platonic warmth was about to burn to the ground.

You surged upward, meeting him halfway, silently signaling that you wanted this just as desperately as he did. That you wanted him, entirely and without reservation.

And he took it.

His lips crashed down onto yours. The kiss wasn't sweet or gentle, it was raw and desperate. A violent explosion of repressed desire and months of aching, forced proximity. You exchanged breathless moans and ragged gasps as his tongue swept across your mouth, tasting you like a starving man finally granted a feast he had waited years to consume.

"Nnngh—!" You moaned into the kiss, trying to thrash your pinned arms as a flash of panic laced ecstasy hit your spine.

His tongue kept intruding yours with utmost furor and tenderness. The air was lustful, yet his actions were animalistic. Your eyes flutter shut, you and his saliva mixing together and dripping down into a pool of mess.

"I've been waiting for you forever," Xavier panted against your lips, breaking the kiss just long enough to trail burning bites down your jaw, across your collarbone, and down to the sensitive skin of your neck. "I was being so good... holding back for you..."

His grip on your wrists loosened just enough for his free hands to slide fiercely beneath your clothes, ripping away the buttons one by one with frantic, trembling urgency. Your skin blushed with bright pink under his gaze. You didn't want him to be gentle. You wanted him to devour every single inch of the longing that had eaten away at you both.

With trembling, clumsy fingers, he ripped his own pants away, tossing them aside before sinking to his knees between your spread legs.

"Can I... use your mouth?" he whispered, his voice was ragged and thick with pleas, looking up at you like you were his entire religion.

You swallowed hard, your throat tight as you nodded enthusiastically.

He shifted forward, positioning his heavy, throbbing cock right at your lips. The musky, sweet scent of his arousal filled your senses, heat pooling instantly between your thighs.

"Open up," he commanded, a shiver running through his frame.

You parted your lips, your tongue darting out to taste the hot, weeping tip of his cock. The moment your wet tongue brushed against him, Xavier completely lost whatever fragile control he had left. He gripped the back of your head and surged forward, driving his full, massive length deep down into your throat.

"Mmmh!—"

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes from the sudden, breathtaking intrusion. His heavy arousal pressed deep against the back of your throat, stealing the air from your lungs and forcing your fingers to claw frantically into the rumpled bedsheets.

His thrusts grew erratic, heavy, and desperate. "Your mouth... is so tight... so good..." he groaned, his voice breaking as he watched your eyes water, drinking in the sight of you taking him so perfectly.

His knees buckled against the mattress, and before you could fully process the overwhelming pressure, Xavier let out a ragged cry, his body shuddering violently as he shot his hot heavy release deep down your throat.

You swallowed it all, every single drop, your chest rising and falling in breathless synchronicity with his.

Wasting zero time, Xavier pulled back, shedding the rest of your clothes in a blur of motion. He hauled you up by your hips, throwing you back against the pillows as he mounted you completely.

"More..." His eyes glistened with a fanatical, beautiful madness. "I want you everywhere. I want to taste every inch of you, to make you scream my name until you forget anyone else exists."

"Xa—" Your plea was cut off as his mouth crashed onto yours again, while his fingers plunged straight down, sliding deep into your hot soaked cunt.

"You're already so, so wet for me," Xavier murmured against your lips, his voice thick with worship and absolute possession.

The friction was instantaneous, pure liquid fire. He stroked two fingers inside you with a rhythmic precision that sent blinding white sparks flashing behind your eyelids.

You squirted all over his fingers, down to your bedsheets. Your face flushed red, for a split second you still tried to find reason, but he leaned you back down against your bed, staring at you with those lust filled eyes.

Oh what the hell, what was the point of holding back now?

You threw your arms over his shoulders pulling him closer to the kiss. You opened your legs to welcome his length into your warmest spot.

When he aligned himself at your entrance and pushed forward, sliding his entire, burning cock deep inside you, a guttural moan tore from both of your throats.

"Nnn— Ahh—!"

He buried his face into the crook of your neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin while his hips slammed forward with relentless, pure carnal passion. Every nerve in your body lit up on fire. The stimulation was dizzying, teetering on the edge of painful overstimulation, but you couldn't make him stop, didn't want him to stop. You surrendered your body entirely to his frantic, beautiful rhythm, letting him break you apart and piece you back together.

Xavier's fingers dug into your hips, his muscles tensing up as he pulled back out almost entirely, before slamming back in. Fucking you relentlessly, keeping up with this savage rhythm. Rough and merciless, and all so so filthy. So deep in your walls, stretching you so wide, there was no gap between you and him. You felt every inch of him throb and twitch inside you, sending you electric sensations throughout your body.

Your mouth fell open, wordless, exasperated gasps and moans just escaping through. Vision started to get hazy, the room spun from your vision going black.

You were sure that your neighbours could hear everything that was happening but you could care less as Xavier fucked you nice and thoroughly. As you looked at him while he thrust into you, you could see his eyebrow twitching and his mouth hanging open as he moaned.

Seeing that expression on his face, you couldn’t help but get even more turned on. Xavier groaned and looked directly into your eyes, “You’re…tightening up so much..”

Xavier clenched himself above you, unable to stop, unable to slow down the pace, unable to do anything but relish in the marvelous pleasure consuming you both.

"So… good…" His hips fastened without permission. A moan clawed up in his throat, he grunted hard, and before he knew it, his thigh twitched, releasing his hot cum, deep inside you. He kept pulsing inside you, dumping every bit of his release as if you were just his slut.

Your heart is buzzing in your ears, completely light headed, you try to move your body, but he flips you over onto your stomach.

He's far from done. Far from over.

He's still big inside you and without stopping, he drives into you again.

"Fuck— You are so tight for me. So fucking good."

"Nnnh— Ahhh—" You cry out, your voice is half breathy and half ragged. You grip for what you can with your half consciousness.

“You…you feel so good..” he groaned, unable to slow down his pace.

His movements were pure animalistic, his sense were long gone, and replaced with bestial lust. His eyes were no longer filled with innocent shyness. His gaze was vicious, only sex and pleasure was in his mind.

"X—Xav…. ahhh—" You tried to moan out his name, as you felt your insides grow warm and full again from his hot cum.

Hours dissolved. You lost all track of time, passing out in waves of exhaustion only to be jolted awake by the relentless, driving heat of his body. He been fucking you like rabbits (literally), and you let him have his way with you. There's a sticky mess all over your body, on the bed, and especially inside you. He loved you with the primal, unbridled energy of a creature starved of touch, worshiping every inch of your skin until you were both shimmering in a haze of sweat, gasping each other's names into the dark.

"X-… Xa..vier.."

“...Not enough..” you heard Xavier whisper.

His length was still filled with energy. He lifted your body up and slammed it down his girth, hitting you deeper than ever. Your eyes rolled back as he fucked you without stopping, bringing you up and down his cock like a sex toy.

“I can’t get…enough of you..” Xavier moaned, changing to another sex position, tossing you around like a limp doll.

You had no energy left to even moan out his name,

"Yes... yes—" he panted, driving deeper, his length throbbing inside you as he reached the absolute precipice.

He pulled out his length before roughly plunging it back inside your arousal, “You're… so—fucking— good”

He picked up the pace, enticing moans out of you as an orgasm quickly built up.

“Xavier I’m gonna cum…” you cried out.

With one final, earth shattering thrust, Xavier flooded you completely, his cock pulsing deep within you again as he collapsed forward, burying his face in your hair.

Through the sheer lace of the bedroom curtains, the first pale streaks of dawn began to bleed across the horizon. You had spent the entire night, through the dark of midnight and into the birth of morning, completely lost in each other.

With a final, tender press of his lips against your sweat slicked forehead, Xavier went limp, finally falling fast asleep beside you, his arm wrapped around your waist like a shackle he would never unlock.

When you blinked awake hours later, the afternoon sun spilled golden warmth across the bedsheets, painting the room in a quiet, golden haze. Your body ached in the best possible way, every muscle heavy with the sweet residue of a night spent losing and finding yourself in his arms.

You looked around the room, taking in the pristine calm. The bedsheets were pulled straight and soft, completely reset. Your body felt thoroughly cared for, every trace of the wild, breathless passion you and Xavier had shared throughout the night gently tended to and cleared away. A soft wonder bloomed in your chest as you realized he must have woken up hours before you.

You tried to shift, wincing slightly as a muscle protested, but strong, familiar arms wrapped around your waist instantly, pulling you back against a solid, warm chest.

"Ah—don't move, I got you," Xavier murmured, his voice laced with sleep and a deep, abiding reverence.

You looked up at him, tracing the sharp, perfect line of his jaw. The wild, frantic intensity of the night before had melted away, leaving behind the quiet, soft-spoken man you had grown to adore over the last five months. But his blue eyes held a new depth, a quiet devotion that made your chest tighten.

You let out a breathy, tired laugh. "Are you feeling better?"

A faint, endearing blush crept up his neck, and he quickly looked away, trying to hide his face in your hair. "I... I'm sorry. I lost control. I was too rough with you."

"I loved every second of it, Xavie. You don't have to be sorry."

The playful lightness in the air suddenly shifted, settling into something heavy, and entirely permanent. You both knew the line had been crossed. You weren't just a lonely office worker and a stray rabbit anymore, you were tethered. But you remembered his true home, somewhere out there in the cold, distant stars. It sent a sharp, phantom pang through your heart.

What happens when he remembers how to leave?

Xavier caught the sudden shadow crossing your features. Without a word, he reached up, his large, warm hand gently cupping your cheek. His thumb brushed softly across your cheekbone, wiping away a stray thought before it could turn into fear.

When he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours, it wasn't the desperate, ravenous hunger of the night before. It was slow, agonizingly tender, and heavy with a promise that tasted like forever.

"I still don't know how to get back home," Xavier whispered against your lips, his gaze unwavering and dead serious. "And I don't care to find out. Because the moment I met you... I stopped looking." He pressed your palm flat against his chest, right over the steady, heavy thud of his heart. "You are my home now."

Tears slowly welled up in your throat, "Xavie..."

"May I stay here?" Xavier asked softly, his thumb rubbing your cheeks. "Can I call you home?"

Your tears finally break out, and you reach out to embrace him in a heavy, desperate hug, pressing your face into his shoulder.

he feels SO proud of you the first time you pout and tell him that wasn’t what you ordered.

“leb… this isn’t what i ordered,” you frowned, caleb feels his heart soar at how proud he is of you. he immediately calls the waiter over and has them bring the right food out, he smiles brightly when you tell the waiter what you’d originally ordered.

he is incredibly healing when you’re in a group setting, always listening to you so intently and responding to you when you think no one is listening.

“what happened after that?”

“is this the same prof you said had a 2.0 average?”

“didn’t that same coworker have a messy breakup a month ago?”

someone once said you were too quiet and needed to speak up, caleb almost crushed them with his evol and you had to stop him.

“we can’t even hear anything you’re saying, why can’t you ever talk louder?” they’d groan, you felt heat spread up your neck and across your face, blood going cold as you apologized, tears pricking your eyes.

“what the fucks your problem?” caleb growled, eyes dark as he turned to them, brows furrowed angrily as he stood from his seat.

“doesn’t it get annoying dude? it’s like you always have to fucking babysit” they scoff, standing up to try and seem tough, only to not even be eye level to your boyfriend.

“watch your fucking mouth,” his voice is low and dangerous, theres familiar purple rays distorting around the man, his knees buckle underneath the pressure of gravity, your eyes widen.

“caleb cmon let’s just go, please?” you say quietly, gently touching his arm. his head whips around to you, face immediately softening and eyes sparkling when you give him a pout. “please?”

you glance over your shoulder as the two of you walk away. calebs words repeat in your head.

‘you don’t have to take what they give you if you don’t like it.’

maybe his bold demeanor had rubbed off on you. before you know it you’re lifting a hand and flicking him off, yelling from a couple feet away,“pussy ass bitch!”

your heart races as you and caleb walk away. calebs jaw is practically on the floor as you laugh in disbelief of your own actions.

“this is why i never make you angry,” he chuckles, “the shyness is actually just a façade, you’re terrifying.” you roll your eyes at him, pinching his arm softly.

caleb is never shy when it comes to you, any social media he has is littered with photos of you. there’s a picture of you on the back of his phone case, in his wallet and in his colonel hat. he has a framed picture of the two of you on his desk. he calls you to look out the window and making a heart shape with the plane he’s piloting.

caleb tells everyone about you. how funny you are, how sweet and thoughtful you are, how lucky anyone would be to be let into your heart.

and when you get insecure about how shy you are, he’s quick to comfort you.

“you’re perfect the way you are, there isn’t anything wrong with being shy,” he kisses your temple. “plus you’ve grown a lot since i first met you, you even ordered for both of us when i went to the restroom the other day!”

you groan at his words, “that’s such a baby step! i wish i could be more like you,” you frown, messing with the rings on his fingers.

“a little growth is still growth is it not?” he waits for your rebuttal, grinning when it never comes. “the right people will come along for you, people who care to listen and who will love you like i do— well not as much as i do, no one will love you as much as i love you,” he mumbles, smiling when you smack him softly, craning your neck to look up at him.

“i love you caleb,” you say, words crystal clear.

“i love you, sweet girl,” he replies.

caleb loves how shy you can be, it just means he gets to take care of you more than he already does <3

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