#He’s such a pain in the ass to draw ngl

[pixie-dvsst]

Percy redesign :3

[billythephoneguy]

[lixies-favorite-cookie]

Rewrite the ending

-Just once, let him rewrite the story; Just once, he promises you will never have to watch the same ending again.

Paring◦ felix x mommy issues!reader

Genre ◦ smut with pain

Warnings ◦ The reader is described as having mommy issues though the argument is very brief so it can connect with more people, angst, talk about knives, PIV sex, CONSENT, ngl this is just some passionate lovemaking, tears during sex, references to the princess bride the greatest love story of all time I will die on this hill,

Taglist ◦ @thetoastghost222, @ur-fav-lvr, @velvetmoonlght

A/N ◦ This is literally a story solely based on an experience I just had with my mother and needed something to comfort me while I have a mental breakdown 😃 also if you liked this man I have mommy issues I severely need reassurance 😭

can somebody please tell me if this is convoluted because I tried to make it poetic but I don't know if I just made it messy. THANK YOU.

Soundtrack ◦ Family Line by Conan Grey, Cover me by Stray Kids

~cookiecreates 🍪

The screen flickers off.

The velvet curtains close.

The world fades to black.

The End

Your ribs crack open, heavy sobs echoing through the gaps of your unfolded bones. Your hands make purchase around your shredded soul, the warm liquid of your sorrows trickling through your splayed fingers like the shadow's phantom finger tracing the lines of your melancholy, dusting over the hill of your cheeks. 

One more time.

Just one more time.

You rewind the tape-

The velvet curtains stutter open.

The screen flashes white.

Just one more time.

How many times could you watch the same movie before you realized the ending would never change?

You rewind the tape-

How many times could you lick her love off the edge of a knife before you realize the blade will never dull?

You slide the tip across your tongue-

Just one more time.

Please.

Just pretend to love me one more time.

"For once, can you admit that you're wrong?" you snap, attempting to steady your rising voice. 

You've been arguing with your mother for centuries, your breath grating across your throat like grains of sharpened sand. Talking to her was like bouncing wisdom off a wall; it will only ever come to bite you in the ass-

"I did what I had to do to teach you discipline; you were unruly-"

or punch you in the face.

"I was nine!" you shout, a weak and wounded cry. "Nine!"

How could she not see that?

"I did it because I loved you."

She rips your heart out of your chest, only to dust a gentle finger underneath the curve of your jaw; her sweet smile coaxes your lips open; she was your mother, and yet, with a wicked gaze, she draws her fingers together—you choke, a thick river of blood flows onto your tongue like a bitter stream of a thousand broken promises.

There was so much you wanted to say to her.

"Maybe you should reevaluate your definition of love."

"Maybe you should have just been a better daughter."

"Only she could spread sugar across your skin before feeding your soul to the ants."

The signal of an ended call rings through your ears as the world fades to black.

The velvet curtains close.

The screen flickers off.

The movie sputters to a stop.

The End

All you wanted to hear was I'm sorry.

All you have ever wanted to hear was I'm sorry.

You are far too entranced with the stillness of your spine to hear the door creak open, Felix’s hesitant footsteps carefully creep closer. It is only when he mumbles a soft, saturnine "sweetheart" that you finally feel something-

"How did it go?" Felix believed the strings of your souls were so intertwined, the two of you experienced emotions the way an instrument feels the thrum of a cord; but as your heart pumps with an intangible amount of anguish, maybe even for you, some feelings were simply too subjective to share.

It is only when your heart has been crushed by fingers made of feathers do you start caring a lot less about the hands made of knives.

How desperately he wishes he was a human with hinges, where he may unscrew his soul and allow your eyes to gaze upon his walls, with the knowledge that they were only ever painted with the thought of you.

He would not hurt you-

Please, collapse into him, just once-

Let him prove that you will never have to fall again-

Wordlessly, thoughtlessly, your hand chases his touch, a million different uncompleted sentences dissipating as soon as your skin connects; your fingers beg, hold me, even as your mouth shutters shut, dusty rivulets cascading across your cheeks like the desert's silky sand.

You were empty.

so, so, very empty-

Felix's soothing hands lock underneath the bend of your knees, pulling you into his warm embrace with a rush of unregistered movements.

You rewind the tape.

Just one more time.

You needed to be reminded of what it was like to not constantly live with the echo of a hollow soul.

Just one more time.

You needed to be reminded of what it was like to hear something other than a deafening crescendo of pure contempt.

Just one more time.

"Please," you have lived so much of your life caught in a perpetual state of emptiness, for once, you wanted to remember what your body was like before your mother bore you with the heavy burden of broken wings.

"Touch me," you shove the palm of his hand into your core, pleading with so much of your soul none left to protest. He gasps into your mouth, his face scrawled with worry, the etch of a million different fears drawn into the deep lines of his forehead.

Just once

Let him rewind the film

Just once

You will never have to watch the same ending again.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" Though his words are unsure, his actions tell a different story; tender hands massage the length of your thighs, reluctantly begging you to open up, to unfold your deformed ribs, where he will fill your hollow bones with the type of love you have only ever yearned for.

Just once.

"I need you."

You need him more than you need your heart to beat, your lungs to breathe; you need him more than you need the birds, the bees, the ground, the trees—

He lays you upon the silken sheets with such soulful kindness that your glassy eyes almost break; his heart thrums with the promise of I love you and the vow of I'll make you fly. His hand dips into the band of your shorts, pleasure peeking out from the shadows of your mind, only ever bobbing its head long enough to fill your skin with a minute tingling sensation—like running your hands under hot water after a long day in the snow, but it was not enough.

"I need you," you gasp into his mouth, his throat desperately sucking the sound in. His eyes widen ever so slightly, his features stricken with a sudden tightness, a burdened tonnage; you were handing him your heart with the hope his hands weren't made of blades, and the idea of the utter trust you have put in him to do that makes his stomach flip.

Just once—

He will prove it all to you.

"As you wish," nostalgia flutters in your veins as you reminisce the sentence pulled straight from the greatest love story ever told. His nose nudges the column of your throat as he presses a peck on your flesh, drifting his arms down to unceremoniously pull off his pants.

Even with such a simple act, he makes the effort to remind you that he is here.

He takes his time removing your clothes, fingers sliding across your skin with a delicate intimacy, a tender reverence; his lips trace the lines of your seams until your very atoms are etched with his name.

I hate her

I love you

I love you

I love you

He coupled every leak of anger with a river of love, kissing your limbs until all your body could remember was the pureness of his ardor.

"Are you ready?" he whispers against your skin, lining himself with your entrance, all he needs is a word to finally sink himself in. Your eyes are glassy, gazing up at him with such an unadulterated passion, a pure amount of pain—this will tear you apart, and he promises with every fiber of his being, he will put you back together.

"Yes." You have lived most of your life with the heavy burden of a body’s broken wings, and it isn't until Felix’s crafted hands finally crease your ribs that you realize origami can only emerge when you fold it up, the way a bird can only fly when it falls.

You are an amalgamation; so much of your soul is lost in his lips you don't know where he begins and you end, but when a rush of pleasure tingles up your spine, you don't care.

The world is tangled somewhere on the edge of in-between space and time, melding together into a mushy, gushy substance that slips through your fingers as they lace in his raven locks. You pour all your pain into the slit of his lips, where he sucks in every drop, leaving no room for your protests.

You were both overcome with a flood of delicate feelings—the passion that surged with the twists of your heartbeats began to be too much to bear; as his hips ruthlessly rut into yours, you cry out, chasing the edge of a daydream. So close, so close, so—his lips taste like I love you and his tears like I'm here. You can only hear the crash of your soul shattering before his ginger fingers sew you back together.

The juxtaposition of that orgasm was astounding.

You both slam down into the earth at the same time, holding each other's tired bodies as the ground swallows you up.

His arms lock around your head, quivering as he struggles to hold himself up, droplets of tears land on your cheeks as they dip down the slope of his nose. He was so perfect-

so, so, very perfect.

Your mouth raises to kiss a tear clinging to the tip of his nose. He chokes, squeezing his eyes shut. You both are thrumming with tension, overflowing with emotion; before you can even blink, he is pulling you to his chest, naked and sticky, he holds you closer than you have ever been.

It is through the tears of others that we remember we are alive.

Just one more time.

Rewind the tape and let him kiss your shattering soul with the knowledge that has already rewritten the ending.

Just once-

Collapse into him.

Let him prove that this story really is—

The End  

©CookieCreates (posted: August, 12th 2024) All rights reserved. Do not translate, copy, or claim my works as yours! I only post on this platform so if any of my works are elsewhere, report and notify me immediately.

~cookiecreates 🍪

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - 2024 is Ending, Not With A Bang But With A Whimper

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

Dec 2024 Week 4

Ongoing Series - Thai

Your Sky AKA How to Train Your Seme (Sun iQIYI) ep 6 of 12 - Oh they are so fucking cute. Lee maybe the best brother wingman ever in BL. He is so entirely on Fah’s side. And we get sweet soft first kisses with permission asked. Yeah!

Stupid phone call!

ThamePo (Fri YT) ep 3 of 12 - Not gonna lie, hard call over whether this should take the top spot this week. I adore this show.

This lead pair is absolutely stunning. I love that the story is about external drama with others, not manufactured drama or miscommunication between the leads. In fact, the romance that we see developing is one characterized by careful attention, gentleness, and patience. They enjoy each other‘s company in a restful calming way. We are watching them become each other’s safe space. Neither of them realizing how much they needed that from the world. I hope the conflict stays external and they get to evolve as a couple while narrative tension stays external.

Love Sick 2024 (Sun iQIYI) ep 15 end - i’m quite pleased that they kept most of the stuff in the forest. And I actually like that they swapped it around so that this was the end of the series. I think it makes for a better more solid ending. I'm disappointed that 10 years on and PhunNoh still don't get to have a decent kiss. Since I think the new pair would’ve done fine with it. In the end I think neither Love Sick really come out on top. They’re both represent their time although this new one was oddly nostalgic.

I chronicaled my experience with 2024 as compared to 2014 here including ep-by-ep recaps and ratings, as well as a summary judgement over all. Spoiler...... all that work and it was, ultimately, a draw. I guess 10 years a not all THAT much has changed in Thail BL. Therefore this Love Sick gets the same as the original, 7/10 

The Heart Killers (Weds Gaga) ep 6 of 12 - I love the tension and the slow rollout of the secret being revealed. It’s really beautifully done. Joong is knocking his role out of the park, I have to say. He’s kind of stealing this show for me. Also I loved the foreshadowing of drawing the make up tears on his face and then, of course, us knowing that there will be tears from Fidel in this episode once he knows The Truth. Very nice, boyos.

Fourever You (Thurs YT) ep 13 of 16 - I think i love Arthirt best in the world. love seeing someone more an arse than Johan. To Johan. Also, by all means take Ngern's shirt off. We all being all kinds of respectful on this side of the screen. Pinky promise.

Caged Again (Fri Gaga) ep 8 of 10 - Adorable date and sweet kisses. But NGL this episode was a bit boring for me.

Perfect 10 Liners (Sun YT) ep 9 of 24 - I think that I like ForceBook best when they are just being casual long-term boyfriends together. You know, chwill chwill sabai sabai. I see Santa is back in his "punk ass little brother" role. Suits him well enough. But I have to say that Junior is absolutely stealing this show. He’s truly stellar. Meanwhile, what an adorable hug and meet cute. I enjoyed the ending of this episode. I admit, I’m not sold on the new pair, but I’m more willing to give them a chance now then I was when this was first announced.

Secret Love 60-81 end - what a very odd show. But I forgive a lot for pining semes and the stepbrother trope. 7/10

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Our Youth AKA Miseinen: Mijukuna Oretachi wa Bukiyo ni Shinkochu (Japan Tues Gaga) ep 8 of 11 - oh its so painful. No one does this level of suffering like Japan. Just press that bruise and feel the sticky sweet ache.

See Your Love (Taiwan Weds Gaga) ep 11 of 13 - it is all very important and absolutely adorable but where Sean just kind gestures desperately at the bed and Shao Peng muscles him into it was absolutely fantastic. All the picking up and tossign arroudn and smily fun kissing in the shower. It'll all just GREAT. Also, THAT pregnancy line was epic. 

Eternal Butler (Taiwan Fri Gaga) eps 3 of 12 - It's actually quite sweet. Tonally quite odd, and definitely jarring when pitted agains the rest of the end of year offerings, but I think I like it? I don’t know where it’s going. Or what it’s doing. And I don’t entirely trust it. Because of the production house track record. But I am enjoying it. Also, the horny herb drug is back. This is a seriously old trope. Like 1970s old romance trope.

Teenager Judge (Vietnam Sat YT) ep 13 of ? - I'm bored.

It's airing but......

Spare Me Your Mercy (Thurs iQIYI) finished it's run. I don't know what to do. Reviews are all over the damn place. Do I watch?

Be Moon - Falling for my enemy's son (China YT) movie from HBD Studio. I can't find it. You?

Winter Is Not The Death of Summer (Thai ???) - has been picked up to air on WeTV, or something? Criminals who meet in prison fall in love. I did find it on YouTube, initially un-subbed, then subs happened by which time I got distracted. It is very pulp but intriguing. For now it's to the wayside until someone tells me it landed safely. Occasionally Thai pulps want to be edgy and it's not a good look on them. But sometimes they do good.

The Renovation (Thai mini One31) 2 eps - Writer turns his blossoming romance with holiday resort owner into a novel. Is it worth tracking down? That is the question.

0.5D (Japan ????) 4 eps - Supposedly a now completed short. "Sales ace, Sada, has a secret that only his junior, Daiki, knows. He has pretended to have a gf for years, resulting in him being a virgin. But now Sada has fallen in love. Confused, Sada seeks advice from his junior." I sense another queer Cyrano De Bergerac. I can't find and it's got very poor reviews, so Imma stop looking. Info here.

It Ended But?

Blue Canvas of Youthful Days (China Sun Viki) paused at eps 9-10 of 12 - I have been told the ending is OK if not great. I just haven't been inspired to watch.

In Case You Missed it

I've started my end of year wraps. Here's the 2024 Trend Report. My best of year wards are still to come. Watch this space.

Next Week Looks Like This:

Final still to come in 2024:

12/29 Sangmin Dinneaw (Thai Sun iQIYI) ??eps - trailer Childhood friends (Thai & Korean) reunite after being apart for ten years. As the boys reconnect, their bond matures and feelings of romance develop.

2025 Line Up

BL Announced for 2025 - PART 1

BL Announced for 2025 - PART 2

20 BLs Announced for 2025 That I'm Really Excited About

GMMTV 2025 Line Up - My Totally Biased and Wildly Flawed Feels

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENT

BEST BOY. (Your Sky)

(last week)

The tag BLigade: @doorajar @solitaryandwandering @my-rose-tinted-glasses @babymbbatinygirl @babymbbatinygirl @isisanna-blog @mmastertheone @pickletrip @aliceisathome @urikawa-miyuki @tokillamonger @sunflower-positiiivity @rocketturtle4 @blglplus @anythinggoesintheshire @everlightly @renafire @mestizashinrin @bl-bam-beyond @small-dark-and-delicious @saezurumurmurs

[kumiaku]

Kinktober Day 13 - Branding (Kinich)

Kinktober Day 13 - Branding/Tattoos, Kinich x Reader, Genshin Impact

Masterlist

Misc. Tags/Info - Branding/Tattoo, Established Relationship, Kinich is giving reader a tattoo bcuz they are getting married, hush hush its not in game i just thought it’d be cute, ajaw is throwing up in the corner, slight cardiophilia, slight angst/hurt comfort, reader is a lil messed up in the brain ngl but its hot imo, dirty talk, no actual smut it's just suggestive, GN reader

WC - 683

Nsfw under cut

Kinich’s hands were bare against your collarbone, a low burn emanating from under your skin as his finger tips pushed over your skin. “Remember, you have to stay still.” 

You barely hummed, breath shorn from your lungs, his face was so very close to yours, and he leaned in even closer, eyes focused on your clavicle as he mapped out the area with his eyes. His warm breath bounced over your skin, his eyelashes low and so very pretty. “You have to breathe too.” He chided gently, ever the fusser. 

“I know.” You breathed out, then in, manually. Were you taking too deep of breaths? Why were you even this flustered? It was like it was your wedding day already, well, it might as well be. 

Your hand crept up Kinich’s chest, flush against his skin - just on the other side of his heart. You could feel it beating too, pumping a rhythm that you tried to steady your breath to, you wanted to press your forehead to Kinich’s, maybe kiss him, hug him, love him, but that’d make it all the more difficult for him to actually emblaze matching tattoos onto you. 

“Ready?” Kinich murmured, one of his hands dipping down to catch the needle in his steady hands, inky oil dripping off the tip as he tapped it once - then twice. It was a special needle, newly created as an engagement present for the two of you by Xilonen. 

It’d hurt, you tried not to tense, knowing that it’d make the lines on your skin less fluid if you shook or moved. But you focused instead on the gentle beating beneath your palm. You hummed a confirmation and bit your lip. 

Kinich breathed out as he began the first mark, feeling you tense in his hold. It hurt, but it didn’t hurt badly. It was a needle point stabbing pain, one that emanated in your skin and followed your muscles, but there was another feeling - an elation underneath it all.

That heart you held on the other side of his skin, the heart he was drawing over, the two would be forever connected. You would forever belong to him, until all of your skin rotted off, until your bones turned to dust, but even then you’d be connected to him. Even when Kinich died and Ajaw took hold, there would be proof of the love you shared on both your forms. 

Your eyes couldn’t seem to focus on anything except Kinich’s, even if he wasn’t returning your gaze, instead fervently focusing on the small design he was carving and inking into your skin. You let a small noise slip as you swallowed your saliva. 

Barely half a second later, Kinich took back the pen, pressing it into the pot of ink to collect more, “I’d prefer you make noises of pleasure instead of pained ones.” 

“That was one.” You freely admit, fingertips tapping against his chest, gliding up to his neck and tracing the marking extending from his neck down to his midchest. “The thought of forever belonging to you, these marks devoted to our love.” 

Kinich let out a breath, his cheeks seemed to flush the slightest bit, his hand on your chest gripping your skin a little bit as he looked back over towards you. “Keep talking like that and I’ll want to get repaid, sooner than later.” 

Though it was meant as a tease, or a warning, you took it more as a promise, shifting forward in his lap, eliciting him to take in a breath. Beneath your ass you felt something begin to shift, growing stiffer. “Maybe we can do both at the same time.” 

“I’d mess up the linework then.” Kinich shook his head, pushing you back a little bit. You almost laughed, but stifled it when the needle returned to your collarbone.

You let out your deep breath slowly, patiently waiting for a moment that was convenient to reply once again, to tease him more than you already knew you had based on the hardness pressing against your ass. “Then you’ll just have to wait.”

[staylovesmiley]

Sometimes I hate the way my mind works. Makes it so hard to go through with my day like a normal person!

So, you are in a poly relationship with Skz. Tonight you are spending with Seungmin. And you feel somewhat bold! You ask him to try anal for the first time. You were toying with the idea in your mind for weeks so you had already bought various sizes and designs of butt plus. You bring them to him and ask him to prep you. You lay across his thighs, your black laced panties already soaked. He takes some time to spank your plump flesh when suddenly he rips the material (leaving the pieces on you because ain't no one have time to throw them away), he spits on his fingers and smears it to your pretty little hole. He uses his tongue occasionally to prep you better. A couple of minutes later he slowly inserts a finger, your weak voice moaning his name. After he is satisfied he tries another finger and there is when your fist tightens around his pants. Feeling you relaxing further, he opens the box of goodies you brought him earlier. Firstly he grabs the lube, pouring a good amount to your tight hole. His hand finds a diamond plug and gently lodges it in you. You whine, a noise between pleasure and pain. With the diamond in you he goes on to spank you again. When you are once again red and flustered, he pulls the little plug out, grabbing a slightly bigger one. Spiting on it he sinks it slowly to the perfect gap he already created. But, turns out this one is a vibrating one. After it's all the way in, he snatches the controller and starts to gently teasing you going from the lower mode to the hardest. You moan and try to stop yourself by biting down to the sheets. Somewhere down the line you feel him pulling it out and getting up. He places you to the bed, ass up and cheek in your pillow. You can hear him unclasp his belt and there is where the tip of his leaky dick is in you. Steady and while talking you sweetly through it, he starts pushing further and further in. Your pussy wet like you never felt before. With hazy eyes and sweat all over you, you see someone slowly walking to where you were layed almost unconscious. A familiar voice hits your ears and you feel a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"Lix.....?"

You just mumble

"I am here princess" He gets a hold of one of your hands "You look so pretty, baby. You can do it! Just breath and relax. And maybe tomorrow in our own night we could try this pretty tail you've bought too"

With Felix holding you and whispering sweet nothings in your ear, with your hair stuck around your face in various forms and your temperature almost feverish, with the pain driving you crazy transforming to pleasure like you've never experienced before, Seungmin now starts to fully thrust in and out your abused ass. The Aussie's hand now between your thighs drawing circles around your clothes up to the point you come undone with a loud scream and squirt, for what it feels, gallons.

"There you go, angel" The younger man whispers leaving a kiss upon your ass

Let me tell you this is the first thing I saw when I woke up and I literally had to do a double take- ngl anal isn’t exactly my thing to be on the receiving end of but I gotta commend your dedication for writing out a whole fic in my asks like seriously (also couldn’t help but think of the collision universe while reading thing since Star lives with Minnie and Lix- just food for thought to those who read the series lol)

[blue-jisungs]

YELLOW CAB

author's note. i kinda slayed w the banner ngl

summary. 3rd time is a charm, right? especially when the guy whose ride home you stole is kinda (very much) cute

word count. 2111

genre, pairing. crack and fluff lmao!! graphic design hybe worker!yn x idol!seungkwan;; sassy kwan.

warnings. one or two curses, mention of throwing up

letting out a deep sigh, you stepped outside the hybe building. holding the file with your notes and sketches, you pressed it closer to your chest as you whipped out your phone. the weather was quite stuffy, air no better than in the office. 

some of your coworkers passed you by and walked towards the parking. 

shaking your head, with a few swipes you ordered a cab. living without a car was manageable but quite a pain in the ass, especially on days like this when you didn’t feel like taking the metro. 

you stayed overtime, again. it’s really a bad habit, you should work on it. your eyes were struggling to keep open, even while standing. speaking of which, your legs hurt too – probably a result of sitting for too long. and your back; oh god, your back. leaning over the drawing tablet for the whole day will definitely cause you to have a hump… fun. 

someone left the building and sat on the bench, doing something in their phone. it was good to know you weren’t the last one to leave. yawning loudly, you struggled to stand still.

then, you noticed a yellow cab arriving. finally! you marched towards it, absentmindedly. you opened the door and greeted the driver, sitting inside.

before you closed it, you heard an offended:

“yah! that’s my cab! check the number, miss!” 

but the door closing shut the voice down as you muttered the address. letting yourself relax for a while, only halfway home you realized you just accidentally took someone else’s cab.

well, at least they won’t be left alone – in such case yours should be arriving at the hybe building soon.

you observed in deep thought the water droplets racing down the window. someone tapped your arm and you jerked, blinking.

“y/n, we’re leaving. you should too, tomorrow is an important day” your co-worker smiled gently and patted your arm “you should get some sleep, okay? i’ll see you tomorrow”

nodding in agreement, you waved them goodbye and started packing your things. 

tomorrow you’re going to be presenting your new album cover and other details for seventeen’s upcoming comeback. you were nervous, you didn’t know if they were going to like it. considering the time you spent and how much tears, blood and sweat you put into the design you tried to be optimistic that they would enjoy it.

you left the office and already ordered a cab while in the lift. you hoped that because of it, you weren’t going to wait in the rain for too long. 

a distant chatter echoed and bounced of the lobby walls, mixing with the elevator-type-of-music. 

then, your phone dinged with a notification that your cab arrived. 

taking a deep breath and putting your scarf around your head, you headed out. running towards the yellow cab in the rain, droplets hitting your face. water splashed under your shoes and in a few leaps you reached the car. 

you decided to hop on the seat behind the driver, putting your bag on your knees.

“sorry for the mess” you breathed out and tucked the hair that got stuck onto your face. 

suddenly the door opened again and someone entered the cab. 

your eyes widened and you looked at the stranger. he blinked, flabbergasted. 

then you yelped upon realizing its seungkwan. boo seungkwan. the boo seungkwan from seventeen.

you bowed yet were speechless, too stunned to mutter even a single word. 

his brows knitted as he pointed at you.

“hey, you stole my cab last time” he grunted and ran his hand through his wet locks. your cheeks grew hot with realization, fingers nervously playing with the material of your bag. that’s not good. not good at all.

“i’m sorry i promise it wasn’t on purpose! i was just so tired and didn’t realize–” you started.

“are we going or what? it’s not a cafe to chat endlessly in one place” the driver grunted impatiently.

“yeah, right. um, i’ll just leave and you take this one. i’m deeply sorry, mr. boo” words spilled out of you like the rain from the dark clouds. 

before you could open the door, seungkwan leaned and smacked your head gently. you halted in shock.

“are you out of your mind? i mean, respectfully. whatever happened, happened. just be sure to check next time… and let’s just take this one. i assume you’re heading home?” he asked, catching the driver’s annoyed look in the mirror “you should go first” 

you nodded and after saying the address, the car started. 

“do you work here?” seungkwan asked, interested. you felt a little shy – even though you knew they work at the same building, you never met an idol. and yet here you are.

“yes, i’m a graphic designer” you smiled politely “oh, i’m sorry. my name is l/n y/n”

the idol returned your smile and reached his hand out. you shook it and he hissed dramatically.

“aigo, your hand is so cold!”

you giggled and took it back. 

the nervousness gradually left your body as you had some small talk with him (and he insisted not to call him mr boo or mr seungkwan as – quote – “that makes him old and he’s still young!”), genuinely feeling comfortable. he seemed not to be faking his engagement into the conversation either.

before you realized, you arrived in your neighborhood. it was pouring now but luckily the driver stopped quite close to the building. the driver asked for seungkwan’s destination, wanting to put it in gps already. 

as he did, you reached for your card. then, you asked the driver how much it would cost to take seungkwan to his place. the man replied and the idol smacked your hand once again this evening.

“you are really crazy” he grunted and shook his head.

“no, no. let me pay, as a form of sorry for the last cab incident” you frowned, discreetly nodding to the driver. he nodded back and put the full price for the route; seungkwan didn’t seem to notice.

“no, i can’t allow that. it’s literally nothing, i swear i already forgot” he whined. 

the driver handed you the terminal and you paid with a bright smile. 

“okay, fine. um, thank you for the ride, seungkwan” you said and grabbed your bag “it was nice meeting you. have a good day!”

with that you left and seungkwan observed as you ran to the building, heavy rain slurring your silhouette. he kept his eyes on you as long as he could before the driver was too far away. 

only then he noticed something on the seat. 

worker id.

he huffed and took it in his fingers, not realizing he’s smiling. it must have fallen out when you pulled out your card.

“the lady paid for you, by the way” the driver said softly, glancing at him through the mirror. 

seungkwan rolled his eyes, not sure why his mood is so bright now. 

you dug through your bag, heart rate being faster than when you took your friend’s niece to the rollercoaster park. feeling the guard’s displeased sight on you, you decided to turn your bag around and spill the contents on the floor. then, you dropped to your knees and ignored the weird looks from other workers.

“i promise i have it! i have no idea why it’s not here!” you whined, glancing at the clock. 9:55am. you had about three minutes to enter the building and arrive at the meeting place since it starts at 10am. 

and currently you couldn’t find your worker id. 

“i can’t let you in on a promise. i’ll need to escort you if you don’t have it” the bodyguard said, unbothered. 

you looked through all the papers and sketches that fell out, sweat dripping down your temple. that’s not how it was supposed to go. 

with shaking hands you wiped a tear that gathered on your cheek and checked your wallet again. nothing. 

a sudden pat on your arm caused you to turn around sharply and the person jerked in surprise due to your dramatic reaction. 

it was seungkwan.

“now that’s just embarrassing” you grunted, blinking the tears away. 

“are you looking for this?” he asked with a soft smile, reaching for something from his pocket. your eyes saw the goddamn plastic card “and before you think it’s creepy, you left it in the taxi. i figured i’d drop it off at your office but you’re here so…”

nodding your head vigorously, you gathered all your stuff and put it into your bag. 

“thank you, thank you so so much. i was just about to be late for a meeting as if the meeting itself didn’t make me nervous as fuck” you breathed out and took the id “thank you…”

“i get it, i get it. now shoo, you can’t be late! and good luck, fighting!” he grinned and you sent him a wide grin. 

seungkwan watched you disappear in the lift before a gasp ripped out of his chest. 

“what am i even doing?! i have a meeting too–”

he rushed to get another lift and cursed underneath his breath when it came late. seungcheol will whoop his ass for being late but first of all, it’s only like five minutes. second of all, he was helping you. 

the man pushed the door from the meeting room, sending all eyes on him. he rose his hands in a defensive manner and then bowed.

“i apologize for being late, there was a small… incident” he mumbled and before he looked up, he heard a voice.

“it’s alright, mr. boo. we didn’t start yet” 

your voice. 

his eyes met with yours, causing his face to lit up. some of the members noticed the strange exchange between you, especially when a shared smile bloomed on your faces. 

seungkwan sat down next to minghao, earning a smack on the arm. 

needless to say, everyone came to a conclusion that for the first time ever seungkwan was laser focused in the presentation. and you. 

“i feel like i’m gonna throw up” you mumbled to yourself, squatting down on the sidewalk. hiding your head in your knees, you heard a chuckle.

“i thought people usually got nervous before presenting?” seungkwan’s voice reached your ears and you looked up with a smile. 

“well now i’m waiting for the decision, it is nervous too” you sighed and stood up, raising an eyebrow.

“you don’t need to worry about that. i know those guys and they liked your project, a lot. and if they didn’t, i’d convince them” seungkwan grinned and whipped out his phone “cab? let me pay this time”

“aish, we’re gonna be pushing and pulling all the time?” you scoffed and shook your head “wait, did you like it?”

seungkwan nodded, noticing the yellow cab approaching. good thing this was a busy street and there were lots of taxis. 

“obviously!” he grinned and led you towards the car, opening the door for you. once inside, he waited for you to tell your address to the driver and continued. “i really like your art style, it’s very unique and original. the colors fit well with the concept, as well as the design. did you create the font yourself?”

you stared at him in shock, causing a giggle out of him. 

as you indulged him into the details of your work progress, you failed to realize how quickly you got home. not even done with explaining how you got the idea for the design, you saw a mischievous spark in his ebony eyes. 

“let me pay, please” seungkwan pleaded and you huffed “and… if you want, i’ll let you pay next time. for coffee”

he stared at you hopefully (ignoring the fact that he obviously wouldn’t let you but he somehow wanted to have an excuse), seungkwan noticed a cute smile bloomed on your face. 

“i’d love to. tomorrow? 3pm?” you asked, unable to control your face muscles from grinning. seungkwan nodded energetically “we’re set then. get home safe, mr boo” 

you leaned in, led by an impulse, and tried to place a goodbye kiss on his cheek but you accidentally pecked the corner of his lips. 

blood flowing to your face, you left the cab panicked, yelping a nervous bye! 

“hey there, misses! what’s with your kisses?” he mumbled, fingers ghosting over the area your lips brushed against. 

looking at the whipped man in the mirror, the cab driver smiled. 

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[daisies-daydreams]

Warm Up (Soap Mactavish x F!Reader x Simon "Ghost" Riley)

Pairing: Soap x Ghost x F!Reader Category: Pure Smut (18+) Warnings: Threesome (F/M/M), Double Penetration, Oral Sex (Male and Female Receiving), Vaginal Fingering, P in V Sex, Unprotected Sex (You Know the Drill), Creampie, Doggy Style, Pussy Slapping, Spanking, Spitroast, Unbalanced Power Dynamics (Ghost is Your Superior), Bondage, Dom!Ghost/Dom!Soap/Sub!Reader Word Count: 2.8k+

Summary: Your boyfriend (Johnny) and your lieutenant (Simon) decide to introduce you to a special warm up routine. For training purposes, of course…

Author’s Note: This is pure and utter trashy filth ngl. The reader is a Sergeant, codename "Viper".

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

“Look at her, Ghost,” your boyfriend grunted as he swiped his finger across your dripping slit. You moaned, your hands clenching behind your back in a rubbery resistance band. You leaned against Johnny’s strong chest, your legs spread across his bulky thighs. The contrast of you being stark naked in the presence of two clothed men, let alone your superior, made your legs turn to jelly.

Ghost’s eyes were trained on you, his pools of hickory calculating and predatory. They looked so much darker beneath his skull balaclava, his pupils blown wide with lust. You groaned as Johnny prodded the rough pad of his finger in and out of your entrance, sliding slow circles around it all the while.

“I think she's ready for the warm up, yeah?” Johnny chuckled, catching your mouth in a sloppy, open kiss as his thumb brushed over your clit. Your head rolled back as Johnny’s wet muscle suckled on your own. Ghost grunted as he slid onto his knees, his covered lips so agonizingly close to your aching cunny. You blushed furiously as the Scotsman spread out your soaking folds with his thick fingers.

You watched as Ghost pulled his mask up, revealing a stubbly, square chin. He swiped his tongue across his pink lips before blowing his hot breath over your cunt. You shuddered as the air fanned over your lower lips, your walls pulsing inside you.

“Fuckin’ hell, look at how wet you are,” Ghost said in a low, gruff voice. Your heartbeat quickened as he leaned his face forward, eyes snapping up to you. “You think you’re ready to break a sweat, Sergeant?” Ghost asked. You nodded violently. A sharp smack to your inner thigh made you hiss.

“Use your words, sweetheart,” Ghost rumbled in annoyance. You shook as Johnny sucked on your neck, drawing out a deep red hue.

“Y-Yes,” you begged. Ghost sighed through his nose, delivering a slap over your slick pussy. You lunged forward, the pain surging into a wave of pleasure that made your clit throb.

“Yes, what?” your superior growled. Tears spilled from your eyes, your body shivering with a dull ache. You swallowed thickly.

“Y-Yes, sir,” you mewled. Ghost and Johnny locked eyes before your love gave a firm nod. Ghost groaned before laying his lips over your lower lips. You saw stars when the Brit’s lips curled over your bundle of nerves, pressing kisses to the swollen bud.

“Fuck,” you whined, your hips grinding on Ghost’s scruffy face. His stubble scratched at the inside of your thighs as he continued to trail kisses up and down your slit. Bolts of pleasure coursed through your nerves as your bones turned into jelly. Johnny pressed rough kisses down your jaw as he watched Ghost devour your cunt. Your lieutenant’s lips smacked before he rolled his wet tongue across your bud. Your soul nearly shot out of your body as he puckered his lips around it, giving it a hard suck.

“You like how he eats your cunt, hm, Bonnie?” Johnny mused, his hands reaching up to your plush breasts. You arched your back as his fingers began to knead your tits, your ass rubbing against your boyfriend's growing erection. His teeth grazed your neck, fingers curling into your sensitive breasts. Ghost’s tongue swirled around your clit before he puckered his lips around the plush bud.

“G-Ghost,” you keened, white hot tendrils of pleasure wrapping around your lower stomach. Ghost gave your pussy a tender, open kiss before slowly pulling back. You shivered at the sight of your arousal dripping on his chin.

“Call me Simon when we’re like this,” he growled, curling his fingers into your thighs. You nearly clamped his head between your legs when he dove back in, his tongue taking in deep, heavy strokes over your hole.

“Simon! F-Feels so good,” you choked. He chuckled deeply, the sound shooting through your core. He angled his hands on your legs, spreading them impossibly wider. You cried as the tip of his tongue pressed into your tight entrance. Your head rolled back as he sighed deeply, letting his tongue drag into your tummy walls. Your mouth shot open as Johnny lightly twisted your nipples between his rough fingers.

“I think she’s gonna cum, Si,” Johnny snickered. His lips sucked over your pulse as he tugged on your buds. Your thighs shook over Johnny’s as Simon thrusted his tongue into your wet, juicy hole at a more rapid pace. You released a cacophony of sounds as your lower stomach twisted into a tight knot. “Go ‘head, baby. Show the Lt. the cute face you make when you cum,” Johnny ordered with another sudden tug of your nipples. The room was filled with a harsh wail as your head fell back onto your boyfriend’s broad shoulder.

Your head spun as you released on Simon’s face, your walls contracting so hard it was almost painful. Your brows scrunched up as your jaw went slack, drool slipping past your parted lips. Johnny rubbed his large hands over your breasts, your thighs shivering while Simon hungrily lapped up your sweet nectar.

“That’s it, dolly. Such a good lass,” Johnny murmured. You mewled as the last contraction rippled through you.

Simon leaned his head back, eyes lidded and cheeks burning with crimson. Simon looked absolutely drunk from the sweet taste of your pussy. Your body burned even more as he licked around his lips, his tongue swiping at any of your slick left on it. Johnny’s breathing stuttered at the sight of your cum painting the lieutenant’s stubbled chin. Simon’s eyes were trained on you like a bird of prey stalking a tiny mouse. You gasped as he stood and leaned forward to press a deep kiss into your lips. His tongue rolled over yours, spreading the sweet flavor of your cum across your taste buds.

“Fuck,” Johnny gritted, his cock now painfully hard below your ass. You moaned into the kiss before Simon fell away.

“Could eat that delicious cunt for every meal,” he murmured darkly. A small whine left your throat as he kissed you once again. Johnny began to buck into your ass, the friction itself making your back stretch and toes curl. Simon's eyes grew dark at the sight of your bare breasts pushing towards him as Johnny humped against you like a dog in heat. Your head was swimming in a dizzying pleasure while your heart rapidly thumped against your sternum. Simon kept his eyes locked with yours as he unbuckled his belt.

“What do you think we should do with this little Viper, Johnny?” Simon rumbled as his pants fell to the floor with a soft thud. Saliva welled inside your mouth as his thick, heavy cock raised towards the ceiling. He was gorgeous; from the flustered, red tip to the patch of tamed, coarse hair that rested at the end of his shaft. You squeaked as your boyfriend’s bulky arms snaked around your torso.

“I think she’s ready for a full body stretch,” Johnny mused, his voice rough and ravenous. Your eyes widened as he ripped you off of his lap. He spun you around, a large hand encased around the back of your head. Your breath was ragged as Johnny roughly pushed your head into the mattress, his other hand guiding your bare ass towards his crotch. You wiggled your hips in anticipation, every nerve ending in your being lit on fire. A low chuckle rumbled through Simon’s chest. You shivered as you heard your boyfriend begin to strip behind you and the bed dipped below Simon’s weight.

“Would one of you please just do something?” you whined, wiggling your hips faster and arching your back. Rough fingers slid beneath your chin, guiding you to look up. You gawked as the throbbing head of Simon's cock came close to your lips. His lips were curved up ever so slightly at your wide eyes.

“Don’t worry, love. We’ll take care of you,” Johnny murmured, his hand stroking your cheek. His pulsing cock flopped down onto your ass cheeks, perfectly slotting in between them. You felt like you were going to burst from your own skin, your wrists struggling against your binds. You whined into the sheets as Johnny lined up his length between your slick folds, your fists curling against themselves on your back. Your lieutenant clicked his tongue.

“You’re rather impatient, Sergeant,” Simon chastised. You lurched forward as Johnny laid a sharp slap across your backside, your lips now kissing the head of Simon’s dick. The taste of salty sweat and bitter precum leaked into your mouth, overwhelming your senses. A mix between a purr and a snarl erupted from Simon’s lips, his fingers intertwining with your locks. You could feel your heartbeat pounding in your ears. Johnny kneaded the sore spot on your ass before spreading your cheeks. The hand on the back of your head pushed you forward, your lips sinking down on Simon’s length. You sputtered at how his girth stretched your mouth.

“Atta girl, look at you takin’ my cock so well,” your superior praised, his other hand coming up to wipe a hot tear that rolled down your cheek. You hollow your cheeks as he inched himself inside of your wet, cavernous mouth. He hissed as your soft tongue swiped back and forth below his shaft. “Fuck,” Simon growled, the tips of his fingers digging into your scalp. Your eyes began to close, his cock soft yet firm as his tip tapped at your uvula. You gasped around his length when you felt Johnny sheath himself inside your gummy walls with one steady thrust, stretching and filling you to the brim. A moan spilled from you as his sharp hips became flush with your ass. You felt Simon’s cock impatiently twitch in your mouth.

“Jesus,” he cursed. Johnny groaned behind you as your pussy tenderly hugged his aching cock. You keened at how full you felt on both ends, the overstimulation only serving to fuel the flames of your insatiable arousal.

“I think our girl’s ready,” Johnny grunted. Our girl. You felt even dizzier at the sentiment. Simon gave a quick nod before his hand tugged at your hair, signaling for you to move. You took in a deep breath through your nose before sliding your head back, your tongue dragging along the underside of his shaft. Your eyes rolled into your skull as Johnny pulled out. Your gushing walls squelched as he pressed himself back inside, your walls molding to the shape of his cock. Your mind was scattered as you were split between sucking on Simon’s length and Johnny tenderly pushing back into you from behind.

“Your mouth looks so pretty with my cock stuffing it, Viper,” the lieutenant mused. Your walls clenched at his words, making Johnny moan.

“Fuckin’ hell, Lt,” Johnny whined. You smiled around Simon’s cock, flexing your cunt around your boyfriend’s solid dick. “Sucking me in so tight,” your love groaned. You pushed your mouth back down onto Simon’s length, but not before you swirl your tongue around his red tip. His head harshly fell back against the headboard as his chest heaved. You blushed when a gag erupted from your throat, but your attention was diverted when Johnny began to angle his cock into your spongy spot. Your jaw went slack, allowing Simon to push even deeper into your tight throat.

“Like it when we use you like this, bonnie?” he asked between pants. You tried to nod your head, but you were stuck in Simon’s grasp. You offered a muffled moan instead. Johnny smacked your ass again as he dragged his cock back out. You whimpered, drool now dribbling past your lips. “It’s rude to talk with your mouth full, (Y/N),” Johnny chastised playfully before massaging the red mark.

Simon’s head fell against the headboard, both of his hands now tightly knitted into your locks. You felt something burn inside of your chest, your brows furrowing with determination. You arched your back before bobbing your head up and down your lieutenant's thick girth, taking him in fully. He gazed down at you with parted lips as you fervently sucked his hard cock. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you stared up at him with soft, wet doe-eyes.

“Jesus Christ, Viper. Don’t you dare fucking stop,” his commanding voice cracked on the last word when you slowly swirled your tongue around his tip. You smirked around his length before hollowing your inner cheeks as much as you could. Simon snarled before he snatched your hair into his hand. You gasped before he began to guide your head up and down his shaft. Your hands gripped into tight fists when Johnny’s pace picked up behind you, wishing you could hold onto your lieutenant's supple, muscular thighs for support.

The room was full of salacious sounds; a choir of pants and moans, praises and curses, squelching and spankings. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as both men used you like their personal fleshlight. Your lower muscles spasmed as Johnny leaned forward, his broad chest flush against your back. You cried when he sank his teeth into your shoulder.

“I want you to take our cum like the good lass you are,” Johnny grunted with a sharp thrust. "You can do it, dolly. I know you can," he snarled animalistically. Both of your ends felt wetter, your arousal splashing against Johnny’s legs as you slobbered on Simon’s cock. You felt the tension in your pussy swell as pleasure spiked your mind. With a sudden, deep growl, Simon slammed your head down onto his length, his hairs tickling your nose.

"Fuck," the lieutenant groaned. You mewled as you felt him shoot load after load of his warm cum down the back of your throat. His balls twitched beneath him as he screwed his eyes shut, his chest heaving as he came undone in your mouth. The feeling of his seed dripping down your throat made your pussy flutter.

An overwhelming heat suddenly crashed over you, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. You wailed as you clamped down on Johnny’s dick, the euphoria flooding your empty, fucked-out mind. His fingers curled into your waist as he gritted his teeth.

“(Y/N)!” Johnny howled as he stilled. You moaned as he painted the inside of your pussy white with his thick cum, his cock twitching relentlessly. "So good, you're so good to me, lass," he muttered as he thrusted into you weakly. Your mind was drowning in bliss as your contractions began to dissipate.

Simon massaged your cheeks before he slowly pulled you off his length. You suppressed the urge to gasp and sputter as your lips came free. Your boyfriend rubbed your waist tenderly. All of you were panting, chests heaving and bodies shaking with adrenaline. You tilted your head up to Simon, batting your lashes before explicitly swallowing his spend down your throat. He gasped softly, and nearly came again when you stuck out your clean tongue.

“Christ, I didn’t know my Sergeant was this filthy,” Simon groaned. Your scalp stinging slightly as he traced his fingers down your neck and over to your jaw. You sighed as you pressed your face into his warm, heavy palm.

“Funny, I was thinking the same about my Lieutenant,” you quipped, voice hoarse from his rough fucking. He huffed through his nose, though the small grin on his face showed that he was clearly amused. You whimpered when Johnny pulled his cock out of you, his length absolutely drenched in your arousal and his cum.

“How are you feeling, hen?” he asked sweetly. You lowered your back and turned around to him. His pupils were blown wide, shrouding his light blue eyes in a primal darkness. His rugged body was always a treat for your eyes, his abs flexing as he took in a deep breath, arms taut as his hands rubbed your waist.

“I-I don’t know honestly,” you laughed tiredly. Johnny gave a sly grin.

“We were that good, huh?” he chuckled. You nodded, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. Simon’s hand fell away from your cheek as Johnny slid his hands over your arms. “Come ‘ere, bonnie,” Johnny cooed. You obeyed, dragging your limp body onto his sturdy lap. You nuzzled your face into his shoulder as he pressed gentle kisses to the top of your head. Johnny was always huge on keeping you close to him after sex, whether it was his arms wrapped around you or your pussy warming his cock. Your mind drifted as he languidly stroked your back.

You squealed when you felt your asscheeks being spread. Something wet and cold suddenly traced over your asshole. You whipped your head around, Simon’s lips curled as he applied lube to your puckering hole. Your brows were knitted in confusion as your boyfriend gently grabbed your chin and turned your head.

“Don’t you remember?” he began, moving your hips so your soaked folds rested above his half-hard cock. You swallowed thickly as you felt Simon position himself against your ass, his tip threatening to breach your tight asshole. Johnny smirked when he saw your eyes widen in realization.

“This is a stamina test, too,” he chuckled.

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Thank you for reading! ❤️

[sapphicdib]

woo first post of the year! i finally finished my doodles of everyone in the streamer au :3 i’m rlly excited to post it cuz i love this au dearly!! some lil snippets of info about everyone is below the cut if ur curious abt this silly au :3

LTTM | Kamaria (she/her)

Works as a nutritionist, was inspired to go into the field because both her parents are doctors! Usually mods Sig’s chat and occasionally joins streams if she’s up for it. In a book club with Cyra, and is a little gym rat, specifically weight training and likes to joke that she can bench-press Sayani (she can.). Usually level-headed but gets extremely anxious when people get sick, especially Felix. Thankfully Sayani and Cyra are there to force her to rest and help if one of them is under the weather. Massive lesbian and Sayani’s partner.

SRS | Cyra (they/he/xe)

Sheltered catholic boy turned nonbinary librarian with like 3 boyfriends (gn). Started using they/them on accident when they got asked their pronouns in class and panicked and blurted “he/they” and then was too awkward to correct himself. Currently attends school with Felix, getting their masters degree in library science (xier bachelors was in history). On the very rare occasion they join sayani’s streams, xe wears a facemask which has triggered sayani’s fanbase to make a “headcanon” that he’s a vampire and doesn’t wanna show his fangs. Joined a book club to find some friends that he goes to with Kamaria.

SOS | Sylvia (she/her)

ngl she’s usually just a background character, probably an accountant or something

OSO | Felicity (she/her)

fun fact i literally googled “bitchy girl names” to get a name for her. looks like a tired office woman. probably works with sliver and hates her.

EOI | Echos (any/all)

haven’t really used him either but they’re vegan and like crocheting :3 probably has a small business on etsy or smth

CW | Chase (he/him)

straightest gay man in existence. had piper convinced he was genuinely straight until yui told them otherwise. sig’s childhood best friend and partner in crime. not a streamer but does play games with sig regularly. his last name is Gray-Windsor (clubs came up with that banger)

NSH | Sayani (she/he/it)

god i could dump so much stuff about this lil freak. she’s a streamer, obviously, and also a top-ranked esports player in multiple FPS games. refuses to tell chat its pronouns bc she thinks it’s funny watching them guess. gets hella bitches and is dating kamaria, cyra, & felix, and occasionally fucks around with piper, yui, & chase. his mom is from the philippines and his dad is japanese, and her mom speaks to him mostly in tagalog, which sig can understand but can’t speak (…aside from swear words, lmao). attended the same college as felix & cyra’s for one semester until the streaming thing blew up.

PI | Piper (they/them)

DEFINITION OF PRETTY PRIVILEGE. PURE OF HEART AND DUMB OF ASS. lowkey stoner and helps felix w his chronic pain. highkey gay whore, is with Felix officially and kinda Cyra and Sayani. competitive esports player & streamer who met sayani at a competition.

UI | Yui (she/they)

streamer & competitive esports player, can come off as a bit of a bitch due to being defensive in such a male-dominated space. from korea and makes fun of sig for not being bilingual like she is. very close friends with piper and phoebe.

ABL | Phoebe (they/them)

again, haven’t really used them much but they’re yui’s best friend. has a massive crush on yui but doesn’t really have the confidence to go for it. enjoys fashion design.

FP | Felix (he/him)

Kamaria’s adopted brother (hence why he’s a scrawny ass white boy). Battled cancer as a child and deals with chronic pain due to it, but has been in remission since he was 12! has to use crutches when he walks sometimes. artsy little fuck and getting his bachelors of fine arts, drew all of the emotes for sayani’s streams. used to be camera shy but eventually came to be a pretty regular guest on stream, and occasionally does little drawing streams. knows how to play guitar and sing, but thinks his voice sounds “girly” so he doesn’t do it often. dating sayani, cyra, and piper.

aaaaaand yeah! that’s all i can think of rn lmfao. i’m probably gonna hit post and be like “NO I FORGOT TO SAY—“ but oh well lmfao. feel free to send me asks abt it :D

[jellybeansontoast]

Legends Darkstalker designs babbyyyy

These are super messy!! Sorry thag they look a bit like caca

Characters in order of appearance:

Clearsight : white pupils cuz she’s #different. I hc that seers have a full moon shape on their forehead (along with like every single other WoF artist ever) so that’s what the big dots for

Listener : pretty basic looking,pink cuz pink and purple are the ultimate combo :)

Foeslayer : I hate green she’s so fugly hejlp

Arctic : LORDDD ICEWINGS ARE A PAIN IN THE ASS TO DESIGNNNN I made him grey and depressed looking cuz there’s nothing to be happy about in his life

Whiteout : whiteout my babbyyyyy I love her

Darkstalker : edgy scene 2000s kid do you think he listens to mcr

Albatorss : baba grill 🎀🎀 go kill those kids 🎀🎀🎀🎀

Lagoon : diva

Indigo & Fathom : they’re a pair please don’t separate them. Indigo looks super boring with just purple shades ngl start giving her bright eye burning colors. And I hate designing green characters can u tell

Pearl : I imagine she’s very round and has pink scales like a pearl. When I realized that some people draw her as like aqua colored or green I wanted to die

[rei-ismyname]

Mags and Chuck's first date

The loser not-yet husbands are in Israel 20 years before Uncanny X-Men. The Korean War, which Chuck fought in, ended in 1953, so I assume it's after that - as much as time has any meaning in Marvel comics. It's definitely before Mags' Nazi hunting stint for the CIA.

Seriously, just look at how Chuck is dressed. He wants to impress, to draw his stoic and attractive co-worker out of his shell. They're in a bar arguing, as ever, about mutants - the theoretical 'Homo Superior' that neither is open about - yet. As an aside, this implies that Xavier coined the term Homo Superior, the foundation of mutants being considered a different species to humans. Even if they are (they're not) it wasn't a very clever name to choose. It's divisive AF. Anyway, back to the superior homoerotic violence.

I couldn't find a translation for 'agurotim.' Spare change, maybe?

Their ideology is as different as ever. Chuck thinks mutants and humans can learn to live in harmony - Erik knows that humans can't even live in harmony with each other. They're in the settler state of fucking *Israel*, the Holocaust was less than a decade ago, and Chuck just fought in a war. Mags also has first hand, very painful experience of humans rejecting mutants. Chuck isn't very convincing, but he does make Mags think all things are possible, even if it's only briefly. Gayyyy.

Their flirting is interrupted by the other patrons harassing a disabled soldier who I think is busking. Mags wants to leave it alone, prioritising delivering supplies to the hospital they both work at. Chuck objects, offering only his dislike of the term 'gimp.' It has other meanings, but here is a slur for a disabled person, specifically those who can't walk. Yay Chuck, for taking a stand against ableism (while almost certainly disabling several people.)

Woo, get violent, Chuck!

A very tall and wide man (NGL, I thought he was going to be The Blob) pours a drink over the poor guy's head. Mags insists 'you can't save everyone' but Chuck isn't having it. Mags sighs and pays the bartender for the damages in advance, to some confusion. Chuck rolls up and just lays the much bigger dude out using some pressure point sorcery.

Chuck gives the disabled guy some money and tells him to leave. One of big guy's buddies sneaks up with a chair but Chuck uses his powers to great effect. He blocks the chair with his elbow and it shatters into splinters. Looks like Xavier can rumble and is quite strong.

They suspect he's a mind reader instantly, lol, instead of having good peripheral vision or spatial awareness. Chuck goes the fuck off and starts regulating the whole group of what look like soldiers. It's really quite impressive - Captain America shit. He even drops a one liner implying he's got powers. Mutants and humans living in harmony! Lol. They have a lot of friends though, and Chuck is heavily outnumbered.

I love that 'friend' is in bold.

After watching this Bruce Lee shit for a while Mags wants in. He draws attention off Chuck, who echoes his words back to him. 'You can't save everyone.' Mags says out loud that the guy will back down and is happy when he slugs him in the mouth instead, doing the blood wipe thing and saying 'good.' It's violence o'clock and everyone's invited.

Then he beats the fuck out of the aspiring pugilist, while contrasting his and Chuck's different backgrounds. Chuck learned to fight in 'the orient' but Mags is not so cultured. It probably sounds more badass if you're knocking someone out while you say it, but I think he's calling Chuck a rich boy.

They lampshade their incompatible views on violence yet both seem to be enjoying themselves immensely. This is foreplay for them - violence and arguing about mutants. Neither man suspects that they have decades of this ahead of them.

Mags smashes a bottle in a dude's face while Charles is laying the smackdown and checking out his ass at the same time (top panel, check it.) They take out 14 sailors, and Mags at least wasn't using his powers. Obviously this is fiction but fighting more than one person at a time is incredibly difficult. Numbers usually win in street fights, assuming everyone actually gets in there. These sailors don't even know they're fictional so they break the rules in not engaging one at a time. No conservation of ninjutsu for the tropers out there.

After they've beaten up everyone in the bar Mags admits it was fun and asks Chuck how many fights he's been in. ONE! This is his first fight. I guess he's not counting getting bashed by Cain all his childhood or the war he was in. A bar fight is not a war of course, so it could be true. Being able to read minds and do Vulcan nerve pinch shit is a huge advantage, but I think he was showing off. They both were. Mags is impressed, and ponders Chuck's earlier saying 'any dream worth having is worth fighting for.' Noble words, but he'll 'carve them on your tombstone.'

With that, they leave the bar smashed up with 14 badly beaten people on the floor, and then they fuck for the first time. Sure, it's not on the page (cowards) but you'll never convince me otherwise. We already knew that both men fuck on the first date but it's nice to see that they've been making their bullshit everyone else's problem since the fifties by being stupidly in love with each other. I honestly can't think of another instance of Chuck using direct violence to protect an oppressed stranger, at least not in such a personal manner. We definitely knew Magneto was an attractive badass, and it's very interesting to see that Chuck was too.

Every time they say 'old friend' as gayly as possible, it's this formative period they're referring to. I love them.

[aeliem]

@zucchiyeni's dtiys

design credits: dust by @safwunsies nightmare by @justanidiotartist horror by @westaysilly killer by @zucchiyeni

timelapse & ramblings under the cut

i tried to put this in the tags but it was way too long so here are my.... ramblings? design notes? process? watever it is it's here now

killer is the one i changed the least, even the pose is pretty much the same i kept the asymetrical design from the dtiys (w/ one sleeve rolled up & only one shoulder w/ spikes) for the shoes i kinda went watever & put the spikes in the middle (i bet you it caused some of the holes in his jeans) i like to think he chose blue soles bc he did a collab w/ nightmare so that he's not the only one w/ cool colors his main color is still red, but i made the leather, t-shirt, metal & jeans blue-ish as a complementary color

for nightmare, i don't even know if his design is canon, but when i saw that the murder time trio did collabs w/ him i knew i had to draw it i didn't touch the base design itself but i switched the colors around a lot bc i really didn't know how to make it work w/ the rest of the characters i kept the base palette (blue/cyan, purple & pink) but had purple as a main & cyan as an accent color (pink itself is only there in the glitter) also yeah i put the glitter on his coat instead of his tentacles cuz i wanted to show his bones & tentacles are made/covered in the same goopy stuff, and the glitter kinda went in the way of that i like that his colors are really different from the other & you can tell he goes solo while they're in a band, but i think it's not too distracting

horror is my favorite, like he's just enjoying himself in the back its kinda sad i had to hide him behing both his drums & killer, i might post a version w/out it to show it off the drums were a pain in the ass ngl, i've never played them so i had to look at a lot of references in the end i just drew a basic drum set w/ the colors on the ref (red & gold), i added silver for the metal bits bc it's everywhere in the other's designs his design itself is unchanged, i just thought having him in red only felt boring so i added orange to his fur & shirt

i realized too late i couldn't show dust's head w/ the pose i drew T-T also drew his entire outfit then had to hide half of it because of his guitare this is why planning is important people his guitare rocks tho (pun intended) i tried to make him red & purple to match his eyes, but currently it's more of an orange salmon color w/ a dark grey pink eeeh the intent is there i guess i made his gloves fingerless cuz you can't tell me this dude plays guitare w/ full on gloves like i know they're skeletons but that's physically impossible i also added a strap to his guitare cuz unless he's using blue magic, he probably can't keep it up w/ only his right hand

[tragedy-peanut-gallery]

what are your thoughts (and potential headcanons) about aegon iv's nine mistresses?

Ouffff well I gotta be honest I probably won’t have as many headcanons about them as I did for the daughters in law of Daeron and Myriah- but I’m more than happy to share my thoughts about them!

Falena Stokeworth

Thoughts: Groomer!!! Get lost lady you’re literally his dad’s age!!!!! Should’ve locked her up in Harrenhall and thrown away the key maybe!

Headcanons: Honestly I think canon already kind of spells it out for us given her age relative to his own, but I wouldn’t be surprised if she was preying on Aegon’s whole mommy issues deal in order to get into a relationship with him. Pain and suffering all around.

Megette

Thoughts: Honestly poor girl she deserved sooo much better :( pretty sure her whole deal was supposed to be another commentary on how nobility don’t actually give a shit about the smallfolk even when they’re lovers and all that, but goddamn I just feel bad for her :(

Cassella Vaith

Thoughts: Ngl another girl who deserved so much better- it’s kind of weird how they give her a description but not the other mistresses but hey who am I to judge- makes her easier to draw ig?

Headcanons: Oh she was absolutely psychologically tortured during her time with Aegon because that man is notttt capable of being nice to any woman. I imagine the reason she wasn’t married off after being returned home was because of how traumatized she was

Bellegere Otherys

Thoughts: Okay this may sound stupid as hell given all the shit I talked about Aegon prior to this but like…. Idc, I support her decisions in choosing one of the most rancid men in Westeros to be her lover. In her defense!!!! Pickings for royalty were very slim- her only other options were a former teen dad who’s still hung up on his ex wife and is always busy trying (and failing) to keep his nephews from dying, a member of the kingsguard who’s obsessed with his own sister, and Baelor, of course she was gonna go for Aegon! Bellegere can get the one exception because I think pirate women are really cool and tbh I think she’s also the only one who was with him for funsies before dropping his ass like a sack of potatoes when he got too annoying for her

Headcanons: Ngl I kinda like to think her daughter Nahra took up the whole trading/smuggling/pirating business after her, and Bellegere got to retire and chill in Braavos watching all the shit go down with the Blackfyre rebellions. Good for her <3

Barba Bracken

Thoughts: I mean…. She’s a bitch, but tbh she kinda deserved better too. Even if she is meant to be a bad person, she was also just a teenager when Aegon began sleeping with her and was mostly pushed forward by her own dad, and its sad that she then continued the cycle of abuse to her own sister :(

Headcanons: I kinda like to think she and Daena had a very toxic frenemy-ship, that’s my main reasoning to explain why Aegor was so loyal to Daemon lmao

Melissa Blackwood

Thoughts: I mean, she’s one of Naerys’ only canonical female friends so she gets an automatic like in my books. And also kinda funny that the Bracken/Blackwood slap fight actually caused another Targ civil by just pushing their female relatives in front of a horny king. She absolutely deserved so much better

Headcanons: I refuseeee to believe she died in childbirth, in my head she’s also retired chilling in Raventree Hall with her daughters and occasionally got updates from Brynden about the war crimes he was committing <3

Bethany Bracken

Thoughts: Deserved so, SO much better. Mr lord Bracken sir I will see you in HELL!!!!!

Jeyne Lothson

Thoughts: Only thing I have to say is…. Absolutely gothic horror girlie because holy shit. My god. Was George intentionally writing her story to be horrifying or was it a weird fetish- I’m hoping to god it was the former. Anyways she absolutely deserved so much better than all the adults in her life

Headcanons: For added flavor aka more horror! I do headcanon her to actually be Aegon’s daughter, and I believe Danelle was either her daughter or granddaughter because- well, we do definitely need to sprinkle in some more cursed bloodline shit to the house that’s already doomed cause they’re living in Harrenhall, yippe :))

Serenei of Lys

Thoughts: Boring as hellllll that she died from childbirth like- COME ON!!! Let the lady die from implosion, or slipping on a banana peel or something!!! Also kinda sucks that we barely know anything else about her! I want the lore George!!!

Headcanons: Due to lack of lore, I’m stealing someone else’s previous headcanon that she’s actually a Hightower bastard because 1. Absolutely hilarious and is absolutely the level of hustling scam-artistry that I would expect during Aegon’s reign, and 2. Kinda explains her whole deal- why Jon even brought her to court, why we know nothing about her past, why she’s so distant and kinda secretive. Shout out to whoever came up with that headcanon cause that lives in my head rent free forever now

[gorbo-longstocking]

*Cutely throws them to you* :33

ANYWAYS, can't stop thinking about Ch5 Cara and Ch6 Alga when they were both in the 'same' ass situation (ngl they both are freaky af), so I had to draw them 😇😈

(I just love how they both had their own ways of calming eachother down ❤️)

HOLY FUCKING SHIT. CARACALLA LOOKS SO GOOD IN YOUR STYLE AND ALGAAAAA MY MISERABLE LITTLE BIMBINI. i adore the way you draw hair dude, it looks so voluminous and fluffy… carrotcalla get over here so i can run my fingers through your hair xoxo. still in awe youre drawing stuff from my fic, that something i cooked inspired you to cook as well. not to be all serious for a sec, but that is genuinely the greatest thing any artist can do for another dude. im so happy we get to be in yhis ouroboros of sharing 🥹🥹

also im gonna take this as an opportunity to ramble about their breakdowns and how they’re connected, along with how both of their personalities are suited to calming the other down. because its almost 12 am and im insane >:] buuuuuut

both caracalla’s breakdown and alga’s breakdown were always going to happen one after the other. i did a lot of thinking while planning this fic out, mostly about the scene surrounding caracalla’s flashback and also how alga figures out their situation isn’t a dream. originally, caracalla’s flashback was meant to happen later, and have a bit more of geta and caracalla being haters in the beginning of the fic (which, evidently, wouldn’t have happened anyway because caracalla had a gay little crush before his breakdown, a la needle scene, which actually wasn’t planned) however, i did sort of figure out that caracalla was going to wind up accidentally hurting alga during his hashtag episode. and that pain was going to directly lead to alga realizing hes not dreaming. going along with that, putting myself in alga’s shoes, if i found out i time traveled with no hope of return my crash out would make headlines.

anyway, the connection was always going to be there. caracalla has a flashback -> caracalla hurts alga -> alga realizes theyre not dreaming -> breakdown. in my original planning, caracalla was supposed to mimic a lot of what alga did for him during his breakdown for them because he has absolutely zero frame of reference on how to snap someone out of that mental state aside from what (two, alga and geta) people do for him. but that didn’t happen because physical comfort felt too out of character for caracalla. so roughly pawing at their face and rudely talking sense into them was what happened

idk if anyone noticed, but caracalla was 100% trying to do the 5 things you see, 4 things you hear, etc grounding technique with alga earlier in the chapter!

(“Look around the room and tell me what you see!” He snapped and clapped his hands twice to signal it was your turn.

All you managed was to utter another ungraceful, “Huh?”

Caracalla huffed and clenched his fists at his sides. “You’re impossible! How did you do this? Smell me, medicus!”)

i pray someone caught that because i thought it was really funny. ANYWAY.

caracalla is calmed by physical touch and reminders of comfort. when hes having a flashback, he lashes out, he enters fight mode rather than flight, and then after it all, goes to freeze. treating him like something to be afraid of makes it worse, so alga’s natural empathy and lowkey disregard for their own safety for the sake of others (their complexes are fascinating) along with how they naturally comfort makes them a good person to help caracalla. whereas caracalla is blunt and self centered, using his own logic to talk sense into alga. who, most of the time, tends to be very logic based, especially when it comes to their own emotions. ultimately, if they think about it, and he is thinking hard about it, he did gain at least a little bit of something in the past. he has friends, he has a purpose, he’s having fun. for once in his life, hes having fun. theyre still very much in A Situation, but they feel more alive than ever. plus after the events of five and six, alga is deeply endeared to caracalla, which we might hear some of in chapter seven. i need to focus on geta some, i must not let my caracalla bias win

dude idk if that made any sense but theres a fun little behind the scenes look into my twisted mind

[zenmastercharles]

Hypothetical Cobra Kai Musical Songs (Season 2)

WE BACK IN THIS HOE

Yall know what it is. What if Cobra Kai was or had a Musical? Well, this is what I think a couple of the songs in Season 2 would be like.

I was a little confused on what the first song should be but then it came to me. It starts as basically a celebration song between Miguel, Aisha, Hawk, and the rest of the cobras about how they won, they’re badass and all that. It’s trumpet heavy, with some guitars and drums. And then halfway through the song, Johnny cuts in and changes the whole vibe, talking about how they won unfairly, and admonishing them for their dishonorable tactics and cheap moves. His lines would be cold, strict and the music behind it would be mostly drums and perhaps a few trumpets, etc etc. Not quite sure of a name for it, ngl.

I try to think of at least one song for each episode in a season, but I’m drawing a blank on Episode 2. Hmmm. I guess a reprise of Pain is Power while the students are training in the cement mixer, sung by Johnny and Kreese.

Then, another Johnny song, wow, I’m really giving this man a lot of screentime, ion even like this guy. Anyway, it’s him explaining all of the Keene-Lawrence lore to Miguel, telling him about how he was never there for Robby because he could never build up the courage, and by the time he did, it was far too late. It would be uncharacteristically sullen, with a background track composed of violins, flutes, piano, etc. I think the song should be called Fall Again, and in the feel of the lyrics, I think it would be a lot like Die Together by Fabvl, primarily the chorus.

Episode 4 doesn’t get a song because I can’t think of one rip.

Next, maybe a short sonata during the Eli flashback at the start of the episode about how much of a fucking loser everyone thinks he is, ending with Hawk saying the last words in the present day. It’d be about a minute long, wouldn’t take up too much time. No idea what to call it, ngl.

Next, a dramatic ass song from Daniel about him admonishing Johnny for the vandalism of Miyagi Do, starting with pure accusations towards him and his dojo, and then him lecturing the students about the true nature of Cobra Kai, which results in half of the leaving as in canon, It would be exactly like Mastermind from the newest episode of Helluva Boss, well, not ‘exactly’, but like, the same genre and feel. I’d call it Too Far. 

I REALLY want to put a Kreese solo here in Episode 6, but I feel like that should wait until Season 3 since that’s the season where he’s the sole and biggest antagonist. So instead, I’m going to have a song with Johnny’s three friends on their road trip. After Johnny brings up how he brought the dojo back and allowed Kreese to put his grubby little hands on it, each of the friends launches into a musical number about how their lives went downhill after Cobra Kai and all the bullshit it put in their brains. Tommy’s section at the end would be especially passionate, all of this would really put some doubt in Johnny’s mind. No clue what I’d call it lmao, I’m sorry-

Next up, a song between Miguel and Hawk. It’s a song-rap battle type deal, think Fight of Our Lives from Descendants Rise of Red except significantly less cringe. So basically It’s Goin’ Down. It’s starts when Hawk reveals that he did all the vandalism and stole the medal, and it’s an argument that conveys that Miguel leans to Johnny and Hawk leans to Kreese. Hawk calls himself a revolutionary while Miguel calls him a criminal. …yeah I don’t have a name for this one either, I’m SORRY-

And then, a Robby and Sam love duet. Now, I do feel bad about giving Robby and Sam a duet like this and not Tory and Miguel (which is honestly just because I have no idea where to put it), but I think it works because imo Robby and Sam’s relationship was way more genuine and interesting than Tory and Miguel’s. I think Tory and Miguel got together just because the other was there. Anyway, this would be a short bop, in the same vein as Meant to Combine from Zombies the PEAKanimated series. I’d probably call it Sugar and Spice, because they go together like, well, Sugar and Spice. Also to show how Sam’s from a good place and a sweetheart (Sugar), and how Robby’s rough around the edges because he’s from a bad life (Spice).

Then a short Daniel and Amanda duet, mostly of their reconciliation, I’d take inspiration from ‘Wouldn’t Change A Thing’ from Camp Rock 2 (I think it was 2, I’m not sure). It’s mainly about Amanda talking about how the company’s going under because of Daniel’s obsession and Daniel opening up about the trauma and pain he faced at the hands of Cobra Kai and how he wants to stop them before they hurt other kids. But in the end, they resolve to come to a compromise. Calling it Priorities, because, well, that’s what it’s mostly about. 

For the next song, I’m thinking maybe a Johnny Daniel duet? About the stories of their past or something? It could take place when they’re all at the Mexican restaurant and Amanda and Carmen go to the bathroom. Honestly, not sure of this at all, I just wanted a song for the events of Episode 9 (and to prepare for the emotional sniper shot the next song is going to be).

Up next, Robby solo. Taking place after Daniel banishes him for the second time. It’s an emotional, orchestral solo about how Robby has been being abandoned and cast away his entire life, and how he thought he was finally in a place where he was valued, cared for, even loved, but then it all got ripped away from him like all the times before. You know how in all musical, there’s always one singer that’s just unabashedly a better vocalist than everyone else? I imagine that’s what Robby’s actor would be. So this one would just hurt to listen to, but also be heat. Think Waiting in the Wings from Tangled The Series. Actually, it’s EXACTLY like Waiting in the Wings from Tangled the Series. Legit can’t think of a better basis for this song. Maybe some Everything I Ever Thought I Knew from the same series. I’d probably call it Clockwork because of how he feels like everything’s repeating.

And then the finale song, taking place during the school fight. It’s absolute pandemonium with harmonies, clashing lyrics, all kinds of lyrics, each main teen rivalry would get a verse, it would be insane. First starting with Miguel and Robby’s lyrics, basically insulting each other about their places with Sam and Johnny respectively, Miguel takes cheap shots at Robby about how his father gave him up, weaponizing the information he learned in Fall Again, but then Robby claps back about how Miguel basically fucked over his own relationship with Sam. 

And then Hawk and Demetri, it’s a Hawk heavy segment of him hunting Demetri down, talking about how he can’t run forever and how he’s going to get what’s coming to him, mocking Demetri about his philosophy, maybe calling back to Under the Radar and Flip the Script. 

And finally, Sam and Tory, I would have Tory call Sam a Wolf In Sheep’s Clothing and tell her that karma’s come to collect her debt (only peak enjoyers know that reference). Tory heavy segment, very bitter, angry instrumental. And then when Hawk and Tory have Sam and Demetri on the back foot, Sam and Demetri launch into a sort of duet, reiterating Daniel’s teachings as they use their Miyagi-Do techniques to take down their aggressors. 

But then when it comes to Miguel and Robby, it’s way different, because it’s actually pure action until Miguel has Robby on the ground, and then Miguel apologizes. And that’s when Robby gets pissed, attacking Miguel as he wrathfully sings about how it’s dumb that Miguel thinks a sorry is supposed to erase everything. He’s blinded by rage until he accidentally kicks Miguel off of the railing.

And then Miguel gets a slow, soft version of the chorus, sung as he falls down the rail and his thoughts slow down to reflect on every action that got him to this point. It’s sullen until he’s cut off by the sound of his spine breaking on the stair rail. The screen cuts to black. And then Miguel sings the last words as the camera fades to him laying on the ground, blood pooling from his mouth.

“From here~” 

Okay, yeah, I think I cooked with that last one. Anyways, just like last time, feel free to suggest names and other songs you think could fit in. But overall, I hope you all enjoy.

[b1gd1ckn1ck]

in true nature to valentine’s day, here’s some nsfw nellis headcanons and rambles hehe ❤️‍🔥

they’re pretty freaky with each other ngl. in the beginning when they were still getting used to each other and exploring things were awkward and simple you know? but as time went on, they realized most importantly how comfortable they were and after that began delving deeper into it, trying existing kinks out, new ones, and even extreme ones

nick mainly tops and is the one who has the more extreme kinks; however, they do switch and ellis ends up being just as freaky as nicky. it takes him a second to get the hang of things but i feel like once he did, he totally indulges

speaking of kinks and turns on and whatnot, there’s a lot i feel they would be into.. some specific ones would be: oral fixation, ass worship, bondage/bdsm, water sports, and heavy on the dom/sub aspect of things

ellis is the one who has the oral fixation kink. he loves to have his mouth fucked, to be used and abused. i feel like ellis would be a masochist overall, so he’d be the one getting slapped around and roughed up, tied up, whipped, peed on, etc. he’s an adrenaline junkie and everything about sleeping with nick checks the thrill list; doing crazy sexual things he never thought he would with another guy no less, who is a criminal and sexy??? its like a movie lol, also think ellis would have an exhibition kink

i think nick would definitely be a sadist; power, control, and inflicting pain, what more could he ask for? he also is an ass man and would be the one with the ass worship kink for sure, and it makes it so much better that ellis has such a tight cute butt lol. anyways he loves it when ellis sits on his face and smothers him, loves to use toys on him, and will even make him wear plugs in public every now and again. ellis’ exhibition kink works perfect because nick is a dirty perv and will gladly sit and watch and admire him

nick sits down and orders ellis to undress, which he gladly does, and then proceeds to tell him all the things he wants the kid to do to himself. touch his chest, pinch at his nipples, rub his cock and fondle his sack, shove a finger in his mouth and slowly take it out, then tease his ass and shove it in— (that one fucking master chief meme audio where he’s like i need you to take a picture with your ass out And your back bent in with your pussy barely peeking through from a low angle with your face in it winking with your tongue out and— that’s nick i’m in tears lmao)

ellis is Loud. like, sometime too loud. nick absolutely loves it tho and actually actively encourages it, but on more than one occasion they have had noise complaints lol

not so nsfw, but anyways idk if i could see them fully cross dressing but if they did partake it would be simple, but man the image of nick and ellis in fancy alluring lingerie is so artsy, especially nick lol it totally fits his aesthetic

they’re both smokers, nick more so than ellis but ellis still does it. anyways you will always catch them smoking cigarettes together naked after every session, hell rs even during the session

tbh i can see them partaking in knife play but like, in a specific scenario. they’re fighting, nick ends up pushing ellis against the wall and whips out a knife and holds it against his neck, but ellis eggs him on. “you ain’t shit nick,” “you won’t fuckin do a goddamn thing” “you’re so big and tough, fuckin do it then, cut me motherfucker“ and uh nick actually does, but not on his neck. he swiftly brings the blade up to ellis’ cheekbone and slices fast. he doesn’t get him that deep, but enough to draw blood and catch ellis off guard; but that’s what he asked for, right? what happens next hmm.. they make out? ellis wrestles nick for the knife? is he successful and overpowers nick, giving him a taste of his own medicine, or is nick able to prevail, deciding to punish ellis for his behavior?