#olisun

Love like a spell that you've got me under...

I thought I could tell but still I wonder...

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🐍: You having fun with that chain, baby?

🌞: It's a good look. Just enough leash for a dog like you~

🐍: Careful. You're going to going to make me want to start begging t-

🌞: Not yet! Let's go dance... we'll see if you can do any tricks.

Oliver/Sunny (olisun): gambling dance - a reference to the mutual love of gambling, the risk inherent in liking That Man I Sometimes Don't Claim, and my bllk!Sunny's lore

Sunny/Karasu (sunnybirdie): sugarpulm visions - he's a purple freak, I want to see him and I want him to see me too. The most obscure reasons but I also like it a lot?

Sunny/Reo (helioreo): solar elite - technically another name reference on my side but it works so well here, and he is referred to as super elite. Simple reasoning but I do like it.

Any reference to a polyship involving these three and me would be: ball street bets - covers both gambling, soccer, and the stock market which is ridiculous but funny

also for bonus points please also show me Olisun and Helioreo moodboard please and thank you

Me when a baddie tells me to do something (also this is my first mood board, does this make me a mood broad now?): 🫡

Bllk!Sunny:

Olisun:

Helioreo:

helioreo: in which i see both his brilliant light and the deep shadow it casts and dream of getting to love it all. in which he feels the simple warmth of another person's company and confuses emotion with industry.

sunnybirdie: teasing and bantering and wandering. we are home and may never, ever know we made it there. "what could you possibly want with someone as regular as me?"

Has pulled everyone aside, and slyly gets to you. Asks if you want to talk.

"Ah, you're not tired of talking with those busy lips of yours?"

"For you? Not at all."

You're here for the love of fun. You're here for the sweetest sins of the summer. Oliver looks like that, two-toned trouble, dripping water as if he just came out of the ocean. Sodium in overdrive, salt in your mouth. If you ran a mango across his skin, the stickiness would-

Before you let that thought slide down more twisted paths, you grab his hand (so much bigger than yours) and practially march to Say Less with him in tow.

"For me, huh? How many times have you said that one today?"

You giggle as you make yourself comfortable, the smaller firepit's flame dancing like your nerves are. Warms you but not as much as looking at his toned, athletic body.

He chuckles, shrugs, doesn't look guilty or shaken in the slightest by your implications.

"No harm in making sure I find the right fit, right?"

And maybe it's that you've been drinking, or the sun's going down to paint the sky so pretty, or that the swimsuit the girls gassed you up to wear has this cutout at your hips that makes you feel sexy as fuck.

Could even be the presence of cameras and crew that make you say-

Oliver's laughing at you when he says it, over the phone. You shouldn't have picked up, you know how he likes to play, but he makes you moth-like.

When he's not by your side you miss him. It's so embarrassing.

"You get all weird when we go together! I can't even finish my sets before you want to screw me in the locker room."

Most times, you managed to at least get into the parking lot before you pounced on one another. Just thinking about the way he looked at you across the typically crowded room made you want to press your legs together. There was a hunger in his eyes that you'd never experienced from anyone else.

"Just giving you proper motivation, that's all."

It woke up something in you every time.

"But I'm never gonna get myself together if I can't build up some discipline."

A problem for you. A plague all your life. A lack of consistency that prevented you from having so much, but somehow hadn't kept you from having him.

"I can help you with that, easily. Don't worry. I'll discipline you real good."

He was so... you can't help but giggle as you drop into a stretch, getting ready to wrap up your session.

"I mean it. We can start right now."

The lightbulb is so obvious, so dangerous, but you just can't help but start your flight into it.

You think you say okay. Somehow you can feel Oliver's eyes on you.