#fav ones so far for reference:

[wecandoit]

ok my desi peeps, i need south asian (preferably indian of some sort) movie recs

[kkilljoys]

I see that you are watching supernatural. just curious but what do you think so far??? also it’d be really funny to hear what you thinks gonna happen later in the series <3 (also also hi!!!)

HIHI!! im absolutely obsessed atm broo ive been binging spn so hard 😭 i havent got any hard theories (the only theory i was rlly like. stuck on?? was thinking sam was azazels son. i also thought for like half of the episode where dean comes back from hell that he was still dead and in hell and it was js a trick)

i feel like maaybe the rest of this season is dealing with the horsemen (they js finished beating up famine) and then maybe at the end itll be sam saying yes to lucifer?? i js know if they end up in detroit im gonna lose it. i also think cas has GOTTA become human at some point theres no way theyre not gonna do that (and i rlly wanna know who put that handprint on dean) actually i mean we havent seen a lot of michael is he gonna come back. he seems cool

my like singular peeve (/lh) abt this show is how dirty they did jo and ellen. i loved ellen she was my everything . jo was deans little sister u cant change my mind (i sobbed)

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

FNK WEEK: day 2- warm

they're having one cozy afternoon >:)c

studio!au belongs to @zu-is-here

fem designs are mine

fnk week is hosted by @help-im-a-gay-fish

[deafeninggardenerpanda]

end of af rambles

1: thats all the pings i got for af stuff so if you posted something for me *gripping you* poke me again and i Will force all my followers to see it

2: i only drew 4 attacks this af! a record low for me, but i am tremendously happy with my art this year. this is the year of texture and harsh lighting baybeyyyyyy. july for me was quite hectic and i hurt my wrist and couldnt draw for a full week on top of that, but there's no shame in building up a hitlist for next year...

i got like, a lot of attacks this year. tons of mass attack inclusions esp and i always feel a lil bad about not being able to return anything, so just know thank you again everyone who made something for me! i save all of them and stare at them on down days :] your arts appreciated year round

[deviousdiesel]

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[jrueships]

brian, the new shoe manager and cookie's nice guy sweet little church boo that magic homoerotically dommed and destroyed out of sheer prideful bloodlust should DEFINITELY be looked into as a casting option for a sam cooke biopic bcs .. WOW??

LIKE AM I TRIPPING OR

[noxtivagus]

I WILL PLAY PERSONA 3 ONE DAY 🥹🫶🏼

[puphoods]

lush... puberty 2... bury me at makeout creek... retired from sad... be the cowboy... laurel hell... IN that order !

[dragqueenpentheus]

finally laid out the pattern for my christmas vest im so hype for her....... i dont think shes gunna be suitable at literally any other occasion and i love the vibes

[maplesyrupsainz]

˖⁺｡˚⋆˙MY girl | LN4˖⁺｡˚⋆˙

pairing: lando norris x celeb interviewer!reader y/n (she/her)

genre: social media au, established relationship

warnings: a couple of innuendos/sexual references but mainly fluff

summary: in which your job has your boyfriend acting up every other week

a/n: this is kind of short but didnt think it was necessary to make it any longer!?! hope u luv it (i love jealous lando omg my heart cant take itttt)

request!!!: Lando’s gf is a celebrity interviewer like Amelia from chicken shop date and Lando is supportive but also playfully jealous?

fc: amelia dimdoldenburg

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yourusername spent a day in london with my fav british rapper @.aitch !! episode out now hope u enjoy 👀

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user1 OMG he was flirting with her so bad

user2 no fr she got a man

user3 yea and her man is LANDO NORRIS likeeee

user4 why are they lowkey cute together.....

user5 i love everything y/n does

user6 does anyone else only watch the series just for y/n idec about the celebrity guests 💀

user7 no coz this is actually so valid

user8 omg i've been waiting for this one

user9 queue lando marking his territory soon

user10 can u blame him

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f1wags new episode of y/n y/l/n's celeb interview series with british rapper aitch out now 🫶 for anyone who doesn't know, y/n (wag of lando norris) is a celebrity interviewer for events & tv as well as having her own series online in which she “dates” someone for the day, usually in a random city of their choice, and interviews them at the same time in a comedic way !!! the series is super popular, who would you like to see her interview?

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user11 we love her

user12 her interviews r sooo funny and unserious

user13 i want her to interview f1 drivers 😭

user14 omg rightttt imagine lando on there

user15 i want oscar or charles 😂

user16 i didnt even know she was a wag

user17 she's more relevant that her bf HE's the wag

user18 justice for my guy lando

aitch

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aitch watch me on y/n y/l/n's series for real like that's my girl

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user19 damn

user20 his girl?!

user21 y/n looks so hot

user22 look like a couple fr

yourusername had the best time, thanks for coming on the show!!!

aitch anything 4 u

user23 🤭🤭🤭

user24 CUTIESSS

user25 one of my fav episodes so far

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user30 omg i screamed

user31 SHE'S SOOO HOTTTT

carlossainz55 somebody's jealous

landonorris of what?

carlossainz55 😂

user32 lando norris you are one lucky man

yourusername omg hello mr protective

landonorris my girl

yourusername you are freaking sexy

landonorris where are you right now

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landonorris

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landonorris hey

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user33 "HEY"????

user34 omg

user35 HOTTTTTT

carlossainz55 still not jealous?

landonorris not sure what you're talking about!

user36 you caused this @.aitch

aitch nah

landonorris no

yourusername 🙂

user37 posting this with this caption is criminal

user38 hahaha our jealous boy

user39 little lando norris is jealoussss

yourusername hahah i love you and only you

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landonorris yup. that's MY girl

THE END 🧡

[skzms]

*⑅୨୧* sharing is caring

˖°♡°˖ chapter 3 ˖°♡°˖

lee felix x lee minho x f!reader x han jisung can be read separately! previous parts are only referred to

summary: “You know how we talked about it and I said I would probably be less involved if we decided to fuck other people?,” Minho says suddenly, voice barely making it above the sound of the music from the speakers. “I think I want this one.”

word count: 9.5k

warnings (there are a lot): voyeurism & exhibitionism; unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it & pee after sex, guys); dirty talk; spit; degradation; oral (m & f receiving); petnames (minho calls lix 'little boy' but not in an ageplay way); mommy & daddy kink; breeding kink; rough sex; dom!minho, sub!felix, sub!jisung, switch!reader

author’s note: this is the longest chapter and also probably my favourite 👀 like, it's filthy and long and writing it took years off my life but I'm so happy with how this one turned out. the long build up is worth it, trust me. enjoy subby slutty lixie content, because it's my fav

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“You know how we talked about it and I said I would probably be less involved if we decided to fuck other people?,” Minho says suddenly, voice barely making it above the sound of the music from the speakers.

You and Jisung look at each other for a second, before following Minho’s hooded eyes across the room.

“I think I want this one.”

You, Minho and Jisung were usually good at keeping your loudest sexual escapades private, mostly staying at your apartment and not at the dorm, or at least not going too crazy when everyone was home. But, it turns out that sometimes hotel room walls are thin and the room next to yours is not inhabited by a stranger, like you thought.

And that’s how Felix heard you have sex for the first time.

Though, if he’s honest, it’s far from the first time he’s thought about it. Felix calls himself a slut on a daily basis, and he’s not ashamed of it. He knows he’s pretty, he sees people’s reaction when he opens his mouth, and his deep voice contrasts with his pixie-like features. He can tell what it does to people, and he loves taking advantage of it by flirting like his life depends on it, whether that’s with strangers or even with his own members. And it’s not like he doesn’t mean it, he’d probably fuck any of them, given the chance; And besides, the flirting amuses him – the thrill of one of them possibly giving in one day making a delicious heat settle in his stomach.

Except for Jisung, his slutty partner in crime, who he had drunkenly swapped spit with before, his favourite member to flirt with had always, always been Minho. Minho with his broad shoulders, his thick thighs, his protective yet domineering manners. It didn’t help that he was drop-dead gorgeous and had a habit of smirking at Felix in a way that made his brain fuzzy. He would drop to his knees for him in a heartbeat, if he so much as implied it.

But it had always been Minho and Jisung, and then it was Minho, Jisung and you. And all Felix’s most private hopes were dashed, until he overheard Hyunjin speak to Jeongin, about how you had fucked him stupid in LA with Jisung watching.

Felix could hardly believe his ears until he observed you and Hyunjin talk a few days later, watched your smiles and long eye contact, how Hyunjin touched your waist as he passed you in the narrow kitchen – it all felt a little too easily casual, especially because Jisung and Minho were standing right next to you.

That one fateful night, he was relaxing on his hotel bed, watching a drama on his iPad. There was some thumping and giggling next door, but he didn’t think much of it; until a moan rang out that sounded suspiciously like Jisung.

Felix lowered the volume of his drama just a little bit, holding his breath. There was a loud slap and then, undoubtedly, it was Jisung whimpering.

Felix reluctantly turned his drama back up a few notches, but he would’ve been lying if he said one of his ears wasn’t trained on the noises next door. He had thought about the three of you before, had wondered about your dynamics, whether Jisung was as much of a bottom as he seemed, whether Minho bossed you two around or if you and Minho, two of the most gorgeous people Felix had ever seen, both topped Jisung. Felix would have to be very drunk to admit it, but when he thinks about the latter for too long, it gets him so hard he has to take care of himself.

It didn’t take long before Felix no longer had to strain his ears to hear what was happening on the other side of the wall, though for the longest time, all he could hear was Jisung; his whines, whimpers and the occasional teary plea, were ringing through the room. He sounded pretty.

Then there was a different voice, your voice, spewing out curses before moaning out loudly, followed by a growl that Felix knew had to be Minho.

The bed squeaked, and a low voice muttered something Felix couldn’t make out, drowned out by your choked moans and Jisung’s breathy whines and the drama that Felix hadn’t been paying attention to for the last 10 minutes.

He finally gave in and pressed pause, and now … now he could hear everything.

“Look at you two, babies, fucked each other stupid but are too desperate to get each other off. Come on, princess, help me take care of our little slutty boy.”

Felix froze, staring at the wall dividing him from the action, his dick twitching in his pants.

“Stop whining, baby boy,” Minho spat out, and Felix felt the words go straight to his dick. “Put that mouth to good use and suck”

He heard Jisung say something, but then another loud smack rang through the room, followed by a choked moan from Jisung that makes Felix fully hard, wincing as his chest starts burning with need.

He tried to hold out as the sounds got louder, balling his fists as he listened to the bed frame slam against the wall, trying to stop his hips from twitching as your desperate moans grew in pitch. And he did well – until Minho started spewing out the most degrading filth Felix had ever heard, and he didn’t even bother readjusting himself on his bed, just shoved his sweats and boxers down and wrapped his hand around his dick, jerking himself off desperately to the rhythm of the headboard slamming into the wall.

He came at the same time you did, his free hand wound around his own neck tightly, a shudder racking down his spine. It was the best orgasm he’d had in a while, and it’s then that he made up his mind that he would be the next person to be invited to your guys’ bedroom if it killed him.

He thought about it until he fell asleep that night. He had heard enough of Hyunjin’s story to know that it all started with you flirting with him at an afterparty, before he took you and Jisung back to his room, and you fucked each other’s brains out while Jisung watched from a chair. And God, what a picture that was, not just because the thought of Hyunjin’s naked body made him salivate any day, but also because Felix knew he could take more, that he wanted more than that – he wanted all three of you, one after another, all at the same time, he didn’t care which way. How to what he wanted? He was pretty sure that if he played his cards right, the best way was through Minho – he just needed to show him how good and how pretty he could be for him.

The next morning, Felix made it a point to exit his room at the same time as you, Minho, and Jisung. Jisung’s eyes widened almost comically when he saw Felix, a pretty little blush spreading across his cheek, but Felix just gave them a cheeky smirk, letting his eyes linger on Minho a second longer before sauntering down the hallway to the elevator.

And all that week he laid it on a little thicker, batting his lashes at Minho more often than usual, wiggling his ass in his tight leather stage trousers when he knew Minho was looking, and even pretending to kiss Jisung again on the Skz Talker episode, adding to the collection of ‘Jilix’ moments he knew were floating around the internet. But he kept the best for last, and he knew it was working when he saw all three of you stare at him across the VIP section of the club.

“I think I want this one,” Minho breathes out, and you and Jisung follow his gaze across the room until they fall on Felix.

You let your eyes drag up Felix’s body. He’s dressed in his usual thick boots, tucked into which are tight black jeans that stretch perfectly across his long, toned legs, making them look endless. They’re especially tight around his ass and crotch in a way that has you do a double take to figure out exactly what you’re looking at. Tucked into his tight jeans is a flowy black shirt, almost a blouse, that exposes a deep V of milky skin. His blonde hair is half tied up and there are copious amounts of blush on his cheeks, making him look the picture of a fairy prince.

But the thing that had Minho’s mouth go dry was what sat on his neck – there, worn casually like it could just be a part of the stylist’s vision, is a subtle black collar, complete with a metal heart in the middle.

He distantly hears Jisung next to him breathe out a chuckle.

“Oh, it all makes sense now” he murmurs out, giving Minho a pointed look. You blink at him, eyebrow raised in question.

“Felix has been flirting with Minho all week,” Jisung explains and giggles, “More so than usual. Even tried to kiss me on camera. He only does that when he’s feeling extra bold.”

It takes you a second to figure it out, but then heat floods your body. Felix wanted Minho. It’s an odd sensation, the jealousy, and arousal that blooms in your chest, and you think this is how Minho and Jisung must’ve felt when you slept with Hyunjin and Jeongin. It was oddly intoxicating.

“One of the boys must’ve blabbed,” you mumble out, chuckling slightly and shaking your head. It’s not that you mind, if anything it makes this little game the three of you are playing … easier.

Your train of thought is cut off when Felix peels himself away from who he’s talking to, swaggering over to you with a flirty smirk on his lips. God, you want to slap his pretty face. Or kiss it. Or both.

He comes to stand next to Jisung, taking a long sip from his drink as he lets his eyes drag over your body. Oh, he’s bold.

“Hey guys, you look … very good tonight,” he rasps out, his voice deep and gravelly. He looks up at the three of you in turn through his pretty dark lashes, the blush on his cheeks deepening slightly. Jisung slings an arm around his shoulders.

“You look good, too, Yongbok, love the accessories,” Jisung says casually, a little smile on his lips as he takes his time studying the collar of Felix’s neck. “Picked them yourself?”

Felix turns his head to Jisung, his head inches away from his, eyes briefly flickering to Jisung’s lips before looking back into his eyes and nodding, humming out an affirmative.

At that moment, Changbin yells Felix’s name and gestures him over to a table where he’s sitting, and Felix sighs a little mournfully.

“Well, I’m needed elsewhere. Hope I’ll see you around later,” he purrs out, all smiles and big, innocent eyes, before he walks off.

“Fuck,” you whisper out as soon as he’s out of earshot, linking your arm with Minho’s. “The boy’s on a mission tonight.”

Minho just nods and Jisung chuckles, mumbling, “he’s bold, I’ll give him that.”

“And he’s especially pretty tonight,” you murmur out, earning a wink from Jisung.

You look up at Minho, trying to read his expression, but he has schooled his face into a perfect poker face.

“Earth to Minho, wanna let us know how you’re feeling?” Minho blinks down at you, face still mostly neutral, but there’s turmoil in his big, dark eyes.

“I … I don’t know. For the first time, I … I want this, but,” he hesitates as he looks down at you and then at Jisung. “I know how you two feel.”

You swallow and exchange a look with Jisung. Minho is referring to the conversation you three had had late one night, the night when Jisung admitted how much he liked the idea of inviting other people into bed with you, of watching you fuck other people. It was a long, honest conversation, one where you were setting the terms for how this would work, should the opportunity ever present itself.

Minho had said back then that he was into the idea of sharing you and getting to watch, maybe even calling the shots, but he wasn’t interested in fucking anyone else. You at first didn’t want to admit it, but his assertion had filled you with relief. You weren’t sure why the thought of you with someone else was hot, why the thought of Jisung with someone else was hot as well, but the thought of Minho with someone else made you feel … well, jealous, scared, possessive, deep in the pit of your stomach. You didn’t say anything, but it must’ve shown in your face because Minho had gently turned your face to his, asking you what was wrong.

You had told him in a small voice, reassuring him that you knew it was unfair, that it felt weird to be fine with it but not for him to do it, but he had reassured you. Only then did Jisung admit to feeling the same way, sheepishly, boyish blush all over his cheeks. Minho had cuddled you two into his chest, where you stayed for a few minutes in silence. Surprisingly, it had been Jisung who had made the great point it might be because of Minho’s unique role in your (sexual) relationship – one of a protector and a dominant, the one with the level head when you and Jisung got in over your head, which you tended to do.

You didn’t discuss it all through, since Minho had reassured you that he wasn’t interested in engaging with it anyway, and it hadn’t come up, not with Hyunjin, not with Jeongin. But now you were faced with it, in the middle of this club.

You take a second to imagine it, cautiously letting your mind wander, imagining Minho’s demanding lips on Felix’s, his strong hands touching Felix the way he touched you, and it does make jealousy flare up, but it also sends an unexpected but familiar heat down your spine. You just know Felix would look so pretty on his knees, his face all flushed, the collar still around his throat …

You look at Jisung, and you’ve never been more grateful for your almost telepathic bond because you immediately see that he, too, doesn’t entirely hate the idea of this happening.

“I think we should try it,” you say carefully, eyes on Jisung until the latter nods, then looking at Minho, who blinks down at you and Jisung, visibly surprised.

“Huh? Are you sure?” he asks gently.

“As long as we can be … involved, I think it should be okay,” Jisung says, and you nod, adding “and lots of aftercare.”

Minho hums and looks from one of you to the other, eyes full of affection.

“You’re both involved. Lots of aftercare. Anything else?”

He asks it so tenderly you cuddle closer into his arm. Jisung takes Minho’s other hand, shaking his head.

“Nothing, I just want to get to kiss him, too, he’s so pretty,” you hum out and giggle, giving Minho a smirk.

“Oh, I’m happy to share him with you, princess, if you’re anything like you are with Ji sometimes, he’ll be begging for you in no time,” he smirks and presses a kiss to your lips, tongue licking at the seam of your lips.

Jisung on Minho’s other side huffs out an undignified scoff.

“No way is Lix getting both of you,” he pouts, and you giggle, patting his cheek, letting your thumb briefly rest on his plump bottom lip.

“Don’t worry, baby, you know we always take good care of you.”

You say it with a smirk, but Jisung still licks his lips, eyes a little hazy as he presses further into Minho.

“You better, or I will throw the biggest tantrum ever,” he pouts again.

And just like that, it’s settled, and Felix doesn’t even know how lucky he’s about to get.

You don’t see Felix again until an hour and a half later. All three of you are on your fourth glass from the magnum champagne bottle the club provided, tipsy and horny in the back of the VIP section. You’re perched on Minho’s lap, his hands on your ass and mouth on your neck while you’re making out with Jisung, who’s already whining into your mouth. You thank the universe for private clubs and private VIP sections.

Suddenly, you feel eyes on you and when you pull back from Jisung and turn around, you make eye contact with Felix, who is staring straight at the three of you with his lips slightly parted. He blushes when your eyes meet, but he doesn’t look away, keeping steady eye contact with you as you smile and crook your finger at him to come over.

You climb off Minho, scooting over to make space for Felix right in between you. He hesitates only for a second before plopping down between you.

Minho’s one arm is casually thrown over the back of the sofa behind Felix, the other rests around Jisung’s shoulders, who is leaning over Minho’s lap to eye up Felix almost curiously. You fold your legs underneath yourself as you turn your entire body to Felix. He looks a lot less bold now, wedged in between you with three pairs of eyes on him. His gaze darts from one of you to the other, a dark blush creeping over his cheeks.

Minho gives Jisung one last look, threading his hand soothingly into the hair on the back of his head, as he locks eyes with Felix. He gives him a smoulder that takes your breath away and makes Felix fidget where he’s sitting.

“I don’t think I’ve expressed how much I like your choice of accessories tonight,” Minho purrs out, and you watch Felix’s eyelashes flutter. You can’t help but smirk. You knew all too well how irresistible Minho was when he gave you all his attention.

“Yeah?” Felix breathes out, eyes glazed over slightly as he stares back at Minho. “What do you like about it?”

Minho chuckles, moving his hand from Jisung’s hair until it’s hovering close to Felix’s throat. Felix is barely breathing at this point, staring at Minho with parted lips. Minho taps one finger gently against Felix’s chin, before letting it trail down his throat until he reaches the collar. His touches are soft until he hooks his finger into the metal heart in the middle, and Felix lurches forward, choking down a groan.

Minho just chuckles again and raises an eyebrow at him. Felix flushes immediately.

“You shouldn’t wear something like this if you can’t handle the consequences, little boy,” Minho chides Felix, and Felix’s eyes nearly roll into the back of his head.

“I … I can handle it,” he stutters out, hands digging into his thighs.

You had been watching the exchange with bated breath, absolutely mesmerised by your boyfriend wrapping Felix around his finger with no effort at all. Was it this hot when he did the same to you?

You look over at Jisung, who seems almost entirely gone, slack-jawed, rubbing his legs together as he stares at Minho and Felix. But tonight you’re not content with just watching.

You take advantage of Felix’s attention being almost entirely on Minho and lean over until your breath ghosts over Felix’s ear. You rest a gentle hand on his lithe waist.

“Are you sure, pretty boy? Wanna tell us exactly what you want?” you murmur into his ear, and he responds immediately, his body leaning back, trying to touch yours.

“I want all of it,” Felix breathes out, leaning into where your hand is ghosting over his body. “All of you. I can take it, I’ll be good, I promise.”

Minho nods and pats his cheek approvingly.

“Good boy. How about we take this conversation back to the hotel?”

Felix nods frantically and shoots to his feet.

As the four of you make your way out of the club, Felix’s gaze catches on Hyunjin, whose eyes are burning into his. But he doesn’t have the time to think about it too much before the four of you pile into a taxi, Jisung and you on either side of him, Minho in the front seat.

Minho starts chatting to the driver and Felix thinks he might get a second to compose himself, but that goes out the window when Jisung grabs his face and smashes his lips onto his.

Jisung’s lips are wet and soft but demanding, his tongue slipping in and out of Felix’s mouth in a way that makes Felix’s head spin.

“Hey bestie, we’ve been here before,” Jisung giggles between kisses, his hands exploring Felix’s shoulders and chest, fingers gripping the soft fabric of his shirt.

Felix almost forgets where he is until there is a different, smaller hand on his thigh, and he gasps into Jisung’s mouth. He hears you giggle as you drag your hand further and further up his thigh, until your fingers are ever so slightly brushing against his bulge. In the front seat, Minho is still chatting to the driver and Felix is trying his best not to moan when your hand comes to rub him through his jeans.

He’s already so overwhelmed by how good you and Jisung’s hands feel on him over his clothes, and he wonders briefly if he really can take all three of you without losing his mind.

When you arrive at the hotel, he scrambles out of the car, so hard in his jeans that he has trouble remembering his room number. But turns out he doesn’t have to because Minho guides him in through the doors and all the way into the elevator with his hands on his hips.

Somehow they make it into Minho’s room where Jisung throws himself down on one of the two big queen beds, kicking his shoes off and leaning back onto his arms, surveying the scene in front of him with a lazy grin.

Felix is standing in the middle of the room, suddenly feeling awkward in the presence of all three of you, but then Minho speaks up from where he’s leaning against the wall behind him, you tucked into his side.

“Right. If you ever want to stop, you say it and we stop and pretend this never happened,” he says calmly. “If you are good to keep going you say green, if you want to slow down, you say yellow, if you want to stop you say red.”

Felix nods at him and you unwind yourself from Minho’s side, walking over to Felix, coming to stand in front of him. Felix’s heart is in his throat.

“Hi,” you mumble sweetly, but your eyes are full of dark mischief. “We haven’t talked much yet, but I think you’re very pretty and I’d love to kiss you.”

Felix blushes at that, looking over at Minho before you place your soft hands on his face and turn him back to you, pressing your lips to his in a dizzying kiss. It’s exploratory, but much like Jisung, you know what you want. Your fingers find the loops of Felix’s jeans and grind him into you and when his lips part to gasp out, you slip your tongue into his mouth. His hands come to hold your body against his desperately.

It’s not as dirty as when you kiss Jisung, but Felix is pliant, letting you use his mouth however you please, body beautifully responsive to your ministrations. In a sudden surge of confidence, you wind your hand into Felix’s hair and rip him away from your mouth.

He stares at you starry-eyed, pupils blown, his lips still parted, and your spit slicked around his mouth.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he breathes out. “I want you to spit in my mouth.”

You reward him with a smirk and Jisung giggles behind you.

“Another boy in love with your candy mouth, baby,” Jisung sighs out, but his giggle dies in his throat when Minho makes his way over to you and comes to stand behind Felix. Minho looks into your eyes, as if to check that you’re still fine with it all, and when you smile at him, he gently places his hands on Felix’s waist.

Felix’s eyelids flutter immediately, and he nearly stops breathing when Minho gently tugs his shirt from his jeans, slipping his hands under the fabric and letting them run over Felix’s heated skin.

“Before we start,” Minho asks without stopping the movement of his hands, letting his breath hit Felix’s neck when he speaks, “we usually fuck quite … hard. I’m gonna name some things and you can let me know if any of those things are a No for you, okay?”

Felix nods.

“I need to hear you say it, baby boy,” Minho murmurs right into Felix’s ear, and Felix’s whole body shudders.

“Yes, … hmm yes, sir,” he mumbles out, instinctively leaning back into Minho’s hands. You can see Minho blink and swallow hard, and you can tell he loves how obedient Felix is.

“Ah, I don’t have to ask about that, then,” Minho chuckles. “What about edging? Overstimulation? Spanking?”

Minho’s hands are still gliding all over his body, his breath fanning over Felix’s neck. You gently bring up your fingers and start undoing the buttons of Felix’s shirt, until it falls open, exposing his toned abs and slim waist.

“Spit? Praise? Choking?”

Felix starts fidgeting more and more, rubbing his crotch into where he’s still pressed against you.

“Degradation?”

“Oh god, please,” he whines out desperately, his voice slipping into a higher register already.

“Not much you’re not into, huh,” Minho observes, and Felix nods eagerly.

“I’ll do anything, I’ll be good, just please touch me, I’m so hard,” Felix rasps out, blinking hard, clearly trying to keep his composure.

“Slutty little boy,” you whisper and Felix keens. He surges forward, trying to connect his lips to yours, but Minho wraps his hand around his throat and pulls him back into his chest. Felix moans loudly.

Suddenly, you feel Jisung’s body behind you, pawing at your waist as he presses his hard bulge into your ass.

“You said Felix wouldn’t be getting all the attention,” he whines with a pout, and Minho chuckles, hand still wound around Felix’s neck loosely.

“He’s our guest, Ji, so you better be welcoming,” he chides and you feel Jisung huff out behind you. “But if you’re good now, you’ll get rewarded later.”

Jisung huffs out again, but you weave your fingers into his and bring his hands to your tits. Jisung wastes no time, kneading them, pinching your nipples through the fabric of your dress and your bra.

Minho glances at the two of you questioningly one last time and you nod at him. Jisung follows, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. Minho turns Felix’s head to the side, making eye contact with the boy, before he kisses him hard.

You suck in a breath at the view. Minho kisses Felix like he always kissed – controlled, demanding and precise – and Felix leans into it, happily taking whatever Minho was willing to give him, his hand gripping at Minho’s arm helplessly, the other one blindly grabbing behind him, trying to hold on to something. It’s … hot ….

Jisung behind you seems to agree as he moans out quietly, hands skating all over your waist, rutting his hard bulge into your ass.

“Touch me, kiss me,” he whispers in your ear, his voice mirroring the desperate arousal burning in your belly, and you turn around, smashing your lips into his.

Kissing Jisung is your favourite thing on any given day, but nothing compares to the wet hot eagerness of his kisses when he's riled up like this. His fingers thread into your hair, tilting your head to the side, allowing him to lick deeper and deeper into your mouth. He whines desperately when your hands find the buttons of his shirt, fingering them open until you can push it off his shoulders. The cool air hitting his skin makes his whole body shiver under your hands and he growls into your mouth. You can tell he’s about to start devouring you, so put your hand on his smooth honey chest and push him back. He whines out at the loss of contact, pouting at you with spit slick lips. God, you loved him so much.

“We need to take care of Lixie, Ji,” you murmur soothingly, though you’re also trying to catch your breath, ignoring the pulsing heat between your legs. He always got you like this, so hazy and desperate that you could barely think straight. But it was mutual, the two of you getting each other so stupid until he was ripping your clothes off, fucking you on any available surface, fingers digging into your skin like he wanted to crawl inside of you. It was Minho who would keep you guys in line, keeping a level head when you got like this.

But today you know you want to make the most of the pliant boy you had brought in, the thought of being on top of the situation with Minho giving you a heady high already, and you hadn’t even started yet.

When you look over, Minho’s already staring at you, his dark eyes swimming with arousal and pride. Felix is looking at the two of you with wide eyes, fascinated with the scene in front of him. You turn your attention back to him, giving him a lazy smile as you gently smooth your hands over his chest and up his shoulders, until you can push the shirt off his shoulders, too.

“Help me with my dress, Ji?” you sweetly ask and blink up at Jisung, who immediately springs into action, leaving wet kisses on your neck and shoulders as he slides the zipper of your dress down your back. Felix’s gaze races across your exposed body as soon as the dress slips to the floor before meeting your eyes with a blush.

“Can I undress you, Lixie?” You murmur and he just nods frantically, watching as you take a step closer to him and start undoing his belt, pushing his tight jeans down his thighs.

In the meantime, Minho drags Jisung to him, pulling him into a searing kiss. Jisung whines into Minho’s mouth as his body melts into his, clumsily undressing Minho. Felix’s brain is already foggy and for a moment, all he can do is watch Jisung and Minho make out, fascinated with Minho’s large hands on Jisung’s waist, the way he’s nipping at Jisung’s lower lip as Jisung undoes his pants and rubs his hand over Minho’s bulge.

But then you let your fingers dance over Felix’s lower abdomen, and his head snaps over to you. You cup him through his boxers and his lips open in a gasp that you swallow with a kiss, as you teasingly work your fingers into his waistband and push his boxers down. Once he is entirely bare, you break away from his eager lips and look down. He’s pretty, not the longest, but a nice length and girth that you know would fill you up just right. He looks like he’s begging to be touched, the tip all red and angry and leaking.

You hum in approval, letting one finger drag along the underside of Felix’s dick, and he whines. But you don’t give him any more, instead pushing him backwards until the back of his knees hit the bed and he falls down unceremoniously. You straddle his waist and he whines when his dick brushes against your soft thigh.

“Can I touch you? Please?” He’s staring at you so pleadingly that you smile at him.

“Good boy, asking for permission,” you purr and let your nails drag down his pecs slightly. “You may.”

It doesn’t take him a second before his hand is in your hair and he’s pulling you into his lips with a groan. He kisses you like a man starved, hands all over you as he pulls you flush against his chest. You can feel his hardness get trapped in between you and he whines at the friction. His lips travel down your jaw and to your throat, where he kisses and sucks at the sensitive skin until you’re whimpering. One of his hands finds your ass and he kneads it before letting his hand travel lower, his fingertips rubbing your core through your panties. You can’t help but keen at the touch, finding some relief in his gentle fingers.

“Don’t have too much fun without us,” Minho suddenly says from where he’s standing. His arm is firmly around Jisung, who’s sucking deep dark marks into Minho’s shoulder as Minho languidly strokes his dick.

“Join us, then,” you gasp out, grinding your hips down onto Felix’s fingers. Minho chuckles, removing his hands from Jisung, who stares up at him with glassy eyes.

Both you and Felix’s eyes are glued to Minho as he saunters over to the bed. He’s entirely naked, but he’s moving with the same confidence he always exhibits. He looks like a Greek God, broad, strong shoulders, gently tapered waist, thick thighs. His cock is hanging heavy between his legs, fully hard and leaking and it makes your mouth water. No matter how many times you see him naked, it takes your breath away every time.

“My eyes are up here, you know,” he scoffs out and you realise you and Felix had both just been staring at his body. Felix blushes, but you just roll your eyes.

“You love it.”

Minho hums and presses a kiss to your lips in passing, before he settles himself against the headboard. He looks at Felix and pats his lap.

“Come over here, little one,” he purrs out. “Back against my chest.”

You climb off Felix, whose eyes are still roaming all over Minho’s body, eyes nearly bugging out of his head. But somehow, on unstable hands and legs, he makes it to Minho, sitting down between his spread legs and gingerly leaning back.

Minho’s one hand starts gently stroking Felix’s arm while the other tips his head back so he can press his lips to Felix’s, licking into his mouth while his hands travel further and further south, until one of them wraps firmly around Felix’s dick.

Felix moans into his mouth, hips bucking into Minho’s hands as he finally gets the friction he’s been craving. Minho’s hand works skilfully and it’s making Felix dissolve into a twitching, moaning mess. But then he stops.

“Oh, oh no, please,” Felix whines out, hand pawing at Minho’s arm. Minho just chuckles at him again.

“Ji, baby, why don’t you come over and use your pretty mouth on our guest.”

Jisung, who had been standing where Minho left him, watching Minho and Felix, steadily stroking himself with his thumb in his mouth, nods eagerly and shuffles over to the bed, dropping to his knees readily.

He wastes no time and wraps his lips around Felix’s dick, eyes rolling into the back of his head when Felix moans. Minho still has Felix’s head turned towards himself, studying his face as Jisung pleasures him. You have to admit, Felix looks beautiful like that, all fucked out and pliable. Your hand creeps down and into your panties, dipping your fingers into the wetness that has been building for the last hours. You touch yourself gently, in the same rhythm that Jisung has set on Felix’s cock and it’s just enough to drive you a little bit mad.

“Ji, my darling, why don’t you prep this little boy so he’s ready to take my cock?” Minho asks sweetly, but demandingly, and Jisung whines before he pulls off and nods. He briefly gets up to grab the lube from the bedside table drawer before returning to the bed. Then he licks Felix’s cock one more time before he lets his nimble tongue run down Felix’s balls until it hits the tight ring of muscle.

Felix’s legs instinctively fall open, hips canting up to give Jisung better access, and Jisung takes the opportunity to push the tip of his tongue into Felix. He licks into Felix’s hole a few times before his lips come back to his dick, hands busy getting his fingers lubed up.

Felix is jelly in Minho’s arms, eyes rolled back into his head, legs spread, dick hard and leaking, a thin sheen of sweat on his chest.

When Jisung, with his tongue still swirling around Felix’s dick like it’s a lollipop, gently works a finger into Felix, the latter groans out so deeply and loudly you’re sure it’s audible three rooms down. But it’s so hot that you can’t care.

And it’s like Minho can read your mind when he coos out your name and crooks his finger to call you over. You pull your hands from your panties and crawl over to him on all fours, before he pulls you into a kiss. It’s hot and demanding, but it’s also comforting – it feels like his reminder that he loves you, despite what he’s doing to Felix, and it makes your chest ache with how much you adore him. When Minho pulls back, he takes your hand and brings it up to his lips. He sucks the two fingers that were just inside of you into his mouth with a groan.

Felix’s eyes are glued to you.

“You really like watching us, huh?” you ask with a smirk, and Felix just nods, little pants falling from his lips as Jisung fucks him open on his fingers.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he breathes out, but he cuts himself off and swallows down a moan.

“Don’t hold back, little boy, you need to tell us if we’re making you feel good,” Minho purrs out, fingers trailing along the collar on Felix’s neck. “Do you like Jisungie’s mouth? He’s got a real talent, don’t you think?”

Felix nods frantically, eyes rolling to the back of his head.

“Mhm … feels so, so good … ‘m already so close,” he presses out and you can see Jisung preen with the praise, swirling his tongue around Felix’s head before sinking down on him entirely as a reward. His hand presumably working more steadily now, too, because Felix is cursing and moaning even more. Minho shakes his head and you slip your fingers back into your heat, biting back a moan when they sink in with no resistance. Minho’s attention is back on Felix and Jisung now.

“Don’t let him cum, Ji baby. He’ll be cumming on my cock tonight. Slutty little baby, so demanding but already fucked dumb, huh?”

Felix whines again and nods, hazy, pleading eyes staring into Minho’s.

“Doing so well, Ji, baby boy,” Minho mumbles out, pride evident in the way he looks down at Jisung.

Jisung whines out as he pops off Felix’s dick. “I won’t last if you keep praising me like that,” he pants, wide eyes locking with Minho’s. You giggle at how ruined he looks.

Jisung jokingly glares at you, but his expression falters when he sees you have your fingers buried in yourself. You let your fingers swipe through your slick, and the lewd sound of it makes Jisung whine out in desperation.

“Lix is ready, can I please eat Y/Nies pussy, pleaseeee,” he pouts up at Minho, his lube slicked hand sliding over his own dick now as he waits for Minho’s permission, eyes darting over to you impatiently.

You sink two fingers into you with a sigh, making sure Jisung can hear the loud squelch. He whines out, hand squeezing his cock hard. Minho shakes his head, his own hand coming down to Felix’s dick that Jisung so readily abandoned.

“I give you some praise and all of a sudden, you stop what I told you to do, touch yourself without asking and are even making demands,” Minho scoffs, but his voice is softer than usual. “I’ll have to fuck the brat out of you after this, won’t I?”

Jisung’s eyes light up, licking his lips eagerly as he nods.

“You can punish me all you like. But please, she’s so wet,” he adds pleadingly, smirking at Minho.

“Fine,” Minho growls out and Jisung immediately gets up and pounces on you, pushing you onto your back, shoving his tongue into your mouth.

“Hey, my baby,” he mumbles in between kisses. He reaches behind you to undo your bra with one flick of his wrist, his devoted mouth never leaving yours.

You wind your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck and sigh into him. “Hey, my love,” you whisper and he kisses you even harder. It feels almost too soon when he starts kissing from your mouth down your neck, nipping at one of your nipples, his sweet boba eyes looking up at you, before he slides down the rest of the way and slips your panties off your legs.

He presses one wet kiss to the inside of your thigh before he throws it over his shoulder and lets his pointer and middle finger swipe through your folds, parting them and then licking a thick stripe from your entrance to your clit. You sigh out a moan, your head falling to the side to watch Minho and Felix as Jisung builds a beautiful rhythm, sucking your clit and licking into your entrance.

Felix had turned in Minho’s arms, hovering over him briefly before kissing him so deeply it sends jolts of electricity all through your body. Minho’s big hands are all racing over Felix’s body, and the desperation in his movements makes you clench around nothing. Jisung chuckles as he feels it, slipping two of his fingers inside of you with ease, the fulness of it ripping a moan from your chest.

Felix pulls away from Minho’s, kissing down his body, just like Jisung had just done to you. His kisses are less practiced and more eager, but Minho doesn’t seem to mind, his abs flexing in anticipation.

Felix takes his time ogling Minho’s cock, eyes wide as he runs his hands over Minho’s thick thighs, fingers digging into the muscles there.

“So big,” he mumbles, “don’t know if it’ll fit.” And then he suckles the tip of it between his plush lips, looking up at Minho with his big brown eyes. You can see how much it affects Minho by how his eyes flutter shut, his hand instinctively threading into Felix’s hair.

Jisung hums appreciatively between your legs when he sees Felix, but you’re almost too far gone to notice anything. Jisung knew you like the back of his hand and when he was unfocused, like he was now, he had the habit of unconsciously doing every single thing you loved all at the same time, instead of spacing it out, driving you to the brink of overstimulation.

“Ji, oh my god,” you whine out, embarrassingly loudly. Minho curses next to you, his eyes flicking from where Felix was blowing him like his life depended on it to where you were falling apart in Jisung’s mouth.

“You gonna cum in my mouth, baby?” Jisung mumbles out against your clit and you nod fervently. He angles his fingers upwards so he’s brushing against your g-spot, his lips wrapping around your clit and you feel the knot in your belly tighten and tighten. Minho beside you tries his best not to buck into Felix’s mouth, but Felix doesn’t seem to mind, taking Minho in his mouth all the way with every bob of his pretty head, satisfied hums rumbling out of his chest.

It’s too much, Jisung’s skilled tongue and Minho falling apart next to you and your orgasm builds fast before it finally takes over your body, white heat ripping through you, wanton whines and curses tumbling from your lips as Jisung rides you through it with a happy moan.

Next to you, Minho pulled Felix off his cock in a panic as you came, wrapping a tight fist around the base of his cock as, eyes screwed shut as he did everything in his power not to spill all over his hands. Felix watches him in awe, whispering out a quiet “fuck” when Minho finally blinks his eyes open, pupils blown entirely. Minho looks at him a little sheepishly, but there’s a fire in Felix’s eyes.

He crawls back up to Minho and places Minho’s hand on the collar that’s still around his throat. He chastely presses his lips against Minho’s once before he stares into his eyes.

“Please fuck me, sir, and fuck me hard, I need it,” he whispers out with this deep voice and Minho’s eyes sparkle as his hand tightens around Felix’s throat.

“On your hands and knees,” he orders, and Felix climbs off him with an eager blush on his face.

After helping you ride out your orgasm, Jisung had crawled back up to you, kissing you gently as you came down, his body draped over yours. In your hazy state, it took you a second to realise that he was slowly rutting his hard cock into your heat, head slipping through your folds, now and then prodding at your entrance, little sighs falling from his lips.

“Ji,” you gasp out when he ruts into you so hard he nearly slips into you, pawing at his chest, half giggling, half panting with the need to be filled.

But suddenly, Jisung is pulled off you by his hair with a squeal, Minho’s hand wrapping around his jaw, mouth brushing over the shell of his ear.

“Enough brattiness for one night, from now on, you do what I say,” he spits out and Jisung whines but nods, as much as he can with the vice grip Minho has on his jaw. It doesn’t seem to satisfy Minho, a harsh slap landing on Jisung’s ass, making him yelp out.

“What was that?” Minho hisses.

“Yes, daddy, I’ll do whatever you want,” Jisung blubbers out, dick twitching where it hangs.

Minho nods and suddenly lets him go, making Jisung tumble forwards, catching himself next to you.

“On your back against the headboard,” he orders, and Jisung follows the order with an eager blush on his face. He settles back against the headboard and watches expectantly as Minho beckons you over to him.

You sit up and scoot over and he cups your jaw, pressing a dirty kiss onto your lips.

“Want to help me with this one, princess?,” Minho purrs out, and when you realise what he means, you can’t help but grin as you nod at him. “Let’s make him fall apart.”

You pull him in for a quick but dirty kiss before he nods for you to go over to Jisung.

Felix is patiently kneeling on the bed, cock hard and leaking, as he watches Minho put all the puzzle pieces into place. He watches you smirk at Jisung before you straddle him with your back to him, instead facing Felix, and sink down onto Jisung’s cock. The stretch is just right and you bite back a satisfied sigh, doing your best to focus on the task at hand.

Minho winds his fingers into the back of Felix’s collar and pulls him backwards until Felix is staring up at him. Felix swallows, Adams apple bobbing violently.

“You’re about to get what you’ve been begging for. You think you can handle it?” Minho asks, and Felix nods desperately.

“‘was made for this,” Felix mumbles out. “Been dreaming about it all week.”

Minho’s hands pull at the collar harder, and Felix moans out, eyes glossing over slightly.

“Yeah? Been jerking your cock to the thought of me stretching out your little hole?”

Felix hums, a lazy smile gracing his features.

“Shameless,” Minho chuckles out, before harshly shoving Felix forward and onto all fours, where Felix comes face to face with you, sitting pretty on Jisung’s dick – Jisung’s dick that is pulsing inside of you. His hands paw at your hips needily, begging you to move in a quiet voice.

But you ignore him, instead giving Felix a sweet little smile, letting your fingers trace his pretty face while Minho pulls out a condom from the nightstand (a detail that doesn’t escape you) before slipping it on and lubing himself up. He slips two fingers into Felix and Felix’s reaction is instant, hips pushing back onto Minho’s fingers, chasing the fulness.

“Fucking pathetic little cockslut,” Minho spits out, but you can see how much he loves it. You keep your eyes on Felix as Minho lines himself up and slowly pushes into Felix’s tight ass. Felix’s reaction right in front of your eyes is priceless – his arms are trembling, eyes rolling into the back of his head as a low groan rumbles from his chest.

“So … so big,” he groans out, mouth falling open when Minho experimentally ruts into him, a string of curses falling from his lips. You can’t help but clench around Jisung, making the latter curse out behind you, hips bucking into you in search of friction.

Felix pushes himself back against Minho and Minho takes the hint, snapping his hips into Felix’s ass deep and hard, punching a throaty moan out of Felix with every thrust. Minho slips his fingers into the collar and pulls at it slightly, restricting Felix’s airflow just a bit, and a shudder runs through him.

“Harder, harder,” Felix begs, his back arching, beautifully following the direction Minho is pulling him in.

And god, he’s loud. Felix’s deep, rumbling moans are bouncing off the wall, he’s not even trying to keep them in. He’s completely lost in the pleasure of it all and it turns you on so much you can’t help but start grinding into Jisung, who mewls out at finally getting the friction he needs, hands digging into your hips as he helps you along.

But then Minho lets go of Felix’s collar and Felix’s head falls forward, his glassy eyes locking with yours and you lean forward just enough to press a messy kiss onto his lips, licking into his mouth as Minho starts fucking Felix even harder. You let your fingers trace over his chest until you find one of his pebbled nipples, running your finger over it. It makes Felix’s entire body break out in a shudder, lips parting from yours to let out a guttural moan.

“Yes, God, yes, ‘m so sensitive,” he mumbles and you smile at him, before you gently pinch his nipple between your thumb and pointer finger. Felix spasms and seems to clench around Minho, judging by the groan Minho lets out.

“Good boy,” you whisper and Felix’s big, glassy eyes snap to you as he whimpers, and you swear it’s one of the prettiest things you’ve ever heard.

You pinch his other nipple before placing your fingers on his bottom lip.

“Be a good baby boy and suck,” you mutter out, and Felix opens his mouth immediately, lapping at your fingers so eagerly that you wish it was your clit he was sucking on. You’re still lazily rolling your hips onto Jisung, who is thrashing underneath you, the friction enough to make him so sensitive everything in him screams at him to flip you over and rail you into the mattress. But you are completely focused on Felix, cunt getting wetter and wetter with every one of Felix’s moans, just using Jisung; he tells himself to make a mental note to figure out why the fuck it turns him on this much that you are paying zero attention to him.

You’re blissfully unaware of Jisung’s turmoil, eyes fixed on Felix, whose tongue is still swirling around your digits, cheeks hollowing, basically blowing your fingers for his own enjoyment as Minho pounds into him. With every passing second, you see Felix slip more and more into the floaty space that you know so well, drool dripping past your fingers as he moans loudly around them.

You pull them out, smearing his spit over his pouty lips and Felix looks absolutely wrecked, mouth falling open as he whines out, “Hnng … please give me more, Mommy, I can take it. Mommy pleaeeeease”.

“Oh my god,” Jisung gasps out behind you, “what the fuck what the fuck what the …” and then his hips stutter and Jisung cums deep inside of you with a choked groan, Minho rumbling out a groan as his hips falter briefly. You grab Jisung’s hand from your hip as you ride him through it, while the other hand comes back to Felix’s mouth, shoving your fingers deep into him, making him moan around you.

When Jisung is spent, you focus all your energy on Felix, the need to guide him through his pleasure all encompassing. You make eye contact with Minho and he nods at you, a lot more frantically than earlier, and you know he’s close.

You lift yourself off Jisung gently, ignoring the sensation of his release dripping out of you, and tower over Felix. You wrap your hand around his throat, forcing him off his hands, arching his back as he holds on to your shoulders for dear life. The new angle has both him and Minho groan out, Minho able to rut into him even deeper. You tilt Felix’s head back just a little more.

“Look at me,” you purr out and Felix pries his eyes open, though you can see he’s barely there, tears collecting at the corners of his eyes.

“Open your mouth for mommy,” you order, and Felix complies, parting his lips and sticking out his tongue as you let a glob of spit drop from your lips into his mouth. Felix whimpers as he swallows it down, one tear rolling down his cheek.

“You close, baby boy?” you ask, and he nods desperately. “Then cum.”

You wrap one hand around his neck, squeezing the side of his throat as your other hand wraps around his throbbing cock. It only takes a few tugs of your hand before Felix is coming undone, choking out loud moans and a litany of ‘mommy’s as he spills thick ropes of cum over your hand.

Minho nearly folds when Felix clenches around him, but he has barely been able to think straight ever since you had slipped your fingers into Felix’s mouth. So as soon as Felix is entirely spent, Minho pulls out of him as gently as he can, guiding him to lie down, before he rips the condom off his cock and pounces on you, pushing you into the pillows next to Jisung, who’s still entirely fucked out and just watches you with a lazy smile.

There’s nothing hesitant about how Minho licks into your mouth, folds you in half and slips into you, bottoming out immediately. He groans of the feeling of you raw, all slick and hot with Jisung’s release. He fucks into you hard and fast, chasing his release at the same time as yours, which he can feel fast approaching. His fingers come down to rub your clit as he pounds into you at an angle that has him hitting your sweet spot mercilessly, punching wet moans out of you with every thrust.

“Holy fuck, you’re so fucking hot when you’re domming,” he mumbles into your neck. “Such a … fuck, such a good mommy.”

He curses out when you clench around him, the flutter of your walls telling him you’re nearly there.

“Love you so much, gonna breed you and make you a mommy one day,” he babbles out and before he can regret it you’re suddenly cumming around him, creaming all over his cock, and he lets go, the coil in his abdomen finally snapping as he shoots hot ropes of cum deep inside of you.

His face is buried in the tangle of your hair in your neck and he’s breathing in the heady scent of your sex-slick body as he’s catching his breath, helping ground him enough to be able to pull back. When he does, you’re smiling at him lazily.

“I love you,” you whisper and he smiles at you.

“I love you, too,” he murmurs back before gently pulling out. You sit up gingerly, shaking your hair out of your face.

“How about you take care of Ji, make sure he knows you love him, too, and I’ll clean up Felix,” you suggest and Minho nods, eyes glassy as he kisses you one more time, his fingers digging into the skin of your jaw as he pulls you into his mouth shakily.

But that’s what you do, Minho mumbling sweet nothings to Jisung as he gently wipes him down and presses kisses to his face, you gently cleaning up Felix before pulling him into a cuddle, gently coaxing him out of his subspace until he’s smiling up at you dopily.

“That was the best thing that has ever happened to me. Can we do it again?”

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What are your favorite drarry fics?

oh. ooooooooooooh oh oh.

here are my staples:

draco, the magic dragon - libbydrew a fic i first read on livejournal (showing off the varnish of my casket here) that i thought about regularly for the almost two decades i fell out of fandom. canon to me tbh. libby invented my draco rubric: proud lil showboat even when everything around him has gone to rancid shit, sarcastic and aloof personality as a poor facade to distract from the big ol' gaping well of hurt.

Potter took a great breath, then let it out slowly – a low whistle between his teeth. "Malfoy, I had no idea. I thought—" "Why are you here?" Draco cut him off before the idiot embarrassed them both. Their shared past was water under the bridge – even if Draco had drowned in it.

nightingale - michi_the_killer

another back-in-my-day fav, even though i can only stand to read half of it. actually even thinking about it is making me stare off in a distance for upwards of three minutes. this one i would hand off wrapped in about a million miles of caution tape. + also a huge fan of michi's gory veela fic.

It was better than fighting, Harry thought, although sometimes he still wanted to rip into Malfoy, to hurt him. Other days, he thought, it was better than anything.

rookie moves - peu_a_peu

what can i say that hasn't already been said - peu is a MASTER. if you somehow know who i am but haven't read this, reassess your life choices through professional means but not until after you dive in.

“Feels kinda big,” Malfoy said, smirking. “For a guy your height.” “My height is average,” Harry said, although he was undeniably glaring upward at Malfoy’s face when they stood so close together. “And it is kinda big.”

stately homes of wiltshire - waspabi another one that crept into my heart and made a home. hard to choose between this and waspabi's other drarry fic, but there's something about the decrepit manor that just does it for me. a perfect harry and draco, perfect soft reaching towards each other.

Draco smiled and dragged Potter from the shop before he could charm any more elderly ladies with his unkept, take-care-of-me-I’m-confused-and-have-nice-shoulders aesthetic. Once outside in the drizzle, he realised he still had his hand around Potter’s forearm. He yanked his hand back immediately.

i wake up falling - warmfoothills

warmfoothills :,) just reading this moniker makes me vision go soft around the edges. their writing has made me out loud, quietly say "oh," multiple times. the prose is darling, this story is such a brief, aching glance. it was also really hard to pick just one (flashback, warm nights i also go in for).

“I love you,” he says, unable to stop himself. Draco blinks, a barely-there flinch, like Harry’s taken a swing at him. “I know,” he says, still oblivious to the reference, oblivious to the way his words scoop right into the meat of Harry’s stupid, hopeful heart. “It’s not enough, is it?” Draco shakes his head. Above, the stars watch unfeelingly on.

the pure and simple truth - lettered no one does dialogue with the mastery lettered does. my GOD. my god. i feel like this fic is drarry perfectly distilled.

“What’s he going to be?” Blaise raised a brow. “Pardon?” “You said he says Hermione should be Minister, and all those other things. What does Malfoy think he should be?” There was something much like pity in Blaise’s eyes. “He thinks he should never, ever be forgiven for the things he’s done.” Harry felt ill. “That’s not fair.” “When has Draco ever been fair?” “I meant―” Harry swallowed hard. “That’s not right.” Blaise looked more pitying still. “When has Draco ever been right?”

far from the tree - aideomai

the writer i avoid talking about the most bc once i start i cannot physically restrain myself from going on about their beauty forever. i sat for forty-five solid minutes frowning, trying to choose between this one and in the hand. and dwelling. okay anyway. i keep a doc of quotes from fics that resonate and it's 50% aideomai.

Draco wondered what Potter thought of this day, in the future the twins came from. If he had told Ginny about it. If he had forgotten it. He couldn’t forget it, could he? It felt burned into Draco’s body already, a final point that he had been moving toward for years without knowing.

i could go on but i think seven is a nice solid number tyvm for this ask!

[ham1lton]

i’m with the band.

pairing(s): lando norris x singer!reader

warnings: v slightly angsty? but happy ending.

summary: pop band CHANGE! has just released their anticipated third album; however, fans notice that the songs seem to tell an unsavoury story….

author's note: i didn’t know whether u wanted me to do a happy song or sad but i like drama. i refer to y/n’s bandmates by their roles. so guitarist, bassist and drummer so you can add their names in! also this album is loosely based on SAWAYAMA and 5sos’s album youngblood. listen to them both if u haven’t!! incredible albums. if you can name all these songs that have been mentioned then MWAH!!! 😍

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changeband: thank you so much to the best, coolest and awesomest fans in the fucking planet. shoutout to everyone who showed up to our listening party in philly last week! you were metal as hell and we loved meeting everyone of you. no more fomo for the rest of you all now that our newest album is now out! please stream and buy and recommend to your friends and family and colleagues and even that annoying neighbour that everyone hates. we love you and we love this album!! here are some behind the scenes pics of us making and brainstorming this baby!

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user1: this album is sooo good!

user2: ooh y/n got her masters in cuntology with a concentration in motherlogical studies from the university of servington… that NOTE in dynasty??? oh goddddd.

-> user4: DYNAAAASSSSTTTTYYYY 🗣️🔊

user3: the casual photo dump like they haven’t released the album of the CENTURY?

user8: you guys have come such a far way from working minimum wage and having to pool money for a recording booth omg. i’m so proud of you guys 🥺

*liked by changeband.*

user5: the way guitarist is eating this album. whoever greenlit her guitar solos i want to kiss them on the mouth.

user28: bad friend is my fav! both the acoustic vers and the normal vers!! PUT UR HANDS UP IF UR NOT GOOD AT THIS STUFF!!!! 😍😍

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ham1ltonshaderoom: girl band CHANGE! have released their new album ‘babylon’ and it has sent twitter in flames after the first tweet (pictured above) went viral. especially after the songs ‘lie to me’ and ‘want u back’ both contain lyrics that have sent fans of the power couple lando norris and y/n l/n spiralling. what do you all think of the drama ham1ltons?

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user1: i do think it’s slightly suspicious… not necessarily a break up confirmation but it’s interesting. especially as she didn’t even bother to confirm or deny whether or not they’re still together on jimmy fallon….

user2: why do we speculate into these celebs lives? if they broke up, who cares and if they’re together… who cares?

hater1: who gives a fuck. she can’t even sing.

-> user3: you clearly gaf if you’re commenting under y/n related posts???

loveislanduk: don’t worry y/n! if need be, you can always find a new man on the island!

-> user98: messy asf 😭

user6: is tkl supposed to be y/n talking about how lando was super adored and that although he could have any girl, she’d be the only one who really loved him?

-> user4: tokyo love hotel is a homage to drummer’s japanese heritage not a lando worship song?? also it’s a metaphor for their heritages as three of them are women of colour who grew up in the west and saw their cultures exoticised.

-> user6: ‘yeah your fascination is my world’. that could be interpreted as her saying ‘your obsession is my boyfriend’.

-> user4: girl yeah but that’d be a lazy one would it not? lando ain’t that special 😭 i think that it’s reductionist to make everything she writes about a man and not her.

user44: calling the album babylon after the bible story? maybe they started with the idea of creating this amazing relationship and then grew apart? they stopped speaking each other’s language?

-> user56: maybe you need to put this energy into analysing your resume and figuring out why you’re still unemployed….

user65: idc if she broke up with that troll because that’d mean drummery/n will thrive!!

-> user9: um… u mean guitaristy/n??

-> user34: both wrong. bassisty/n is the best version!!!

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CHANGE’S INTERVIEW W/ JIMMY FALLON (transcript)

JIMMY FALLON: welcome, everyone! we have a special treat for you tonight. please give it up for the current leaders of the world charts, the incredible band CHANGE!"

(audience applause as the girls take their seats)

FALLON: alright, alright! now, there have been some rumours swirling around about your latest album and its connection to some personal matters. especially in regards to y/n. care to shed some light on that?

Y/N: well, jimmy, first of all, thank you for having us. i’m aware that there have been some rumours, but you know how it is. people love to speculate. our music is definitely personal, and yeah, it does reflect some of what's been going on in my life but i want to set the record straight. the songs on our album are inspired by a variety of our experiences, including relationships, but they're not always directly about any specific individuals. sometimes i’m inspired by other forms of media or my loved ones’ experiences. that’s the joy of making art, it can be whatever you want it to be.

DRUMMER: yeah, and y/n is such a talented songwriter. she has this incredible ability to channel her emotions into our music and make you feel whatever she wants.

BASSIST: exactly. we're just here to make music that connects with people, and if our songs happen to resonate with someone going through a breakup? then we've done our job. that doesn’t mean we’ve necessarily gone through that.

FALLON: is it true that you’re performing two songs for us tonight? can you confirm which ones?

GUITARIST: yes! we’re performing ‘want u back’ and ‘frankenstein’. both of our newest singles from babylon.

FALLON: well, you heard them, folks! get ready for an amazing performance from CHANGE!

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yourusername: we’re fine y’all perfectly fine please don’t call paw patrol.

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user1: OH THANK GOD.

landonorris: she’s lying. i’m in my lemonade era…🍋

-> user23: you wish you could be that iconic. you’re in your dogwater era.

-> landonorris: UNPROVOKED???

user3: we needed this confirmation.

user8: PARENTS AREN’T DIVORCED WE WON 🙌

landonorris: now can you release the bonus tracks please please please 🙏🏼 ‼️😩

-> bassist: no :)

-> guitarist: yes :)

-> drummer: one of them is lying… guess who and i’ll send the whole album plus excluded tracks.

-> landonorris: … um 😅 guitarist?

-> drummer: WRONG ‼️ but i’m scared you’re gonna complain to y/n so i’ll send them over to you 🙄

user27: at least we’re back to having lando being CHANGE!’s biggest fans. what did he think of ‘exile’?

-> yourusername: he cried so hard he threw up.

-> user27: real shit.

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[galactic-rhea]

WDYM Anakin is Luke and Leia's dad

I dunno if this post will reach the Star Wars fandom but I hope it does because I'm sure you all will get a good laugh at me.

As of recent I have developed a good hiperfixation for Star Wars, the thing is I knew nothing. NOTHING about Star Wars besides the fact it had aliens and...a war...in space? And funny swords. And main character is Luke or something, I spent over 20 years ignoring anything about Star Wars and somehow missing most references out there.

And recently, literally less than a month ago I saw a gif and said to my partner "oh this guy this guy looks cool, this gif looks nice" and he said "Oh well, he's a good character." And it all developed into me watching Clone Wars, the animated series you know and...and I was kinda blown away, on my opinion the show IS GREAT. And I love every character and their interactions, I love how much they focus on side characters, and they all seem very well written. I got hiperfixated really fast and saw Anakin and I was like "Omg, babygirl. He's a blorbo now."

And because of the show, this was super unexpected, but somehow I also got, really got, into the ship with Padmé because omg, cool woman. Literal happy squeaky noises of someone who was in a bad state and needed some good ol' distraction and comfort.

Now, like I said I knew nothing about Star Wars as a whole. And I still haven't watched the movies, besides the ocassional gif?

So imagine my shock, my surprise, my...bewilderment when I realized.

"Wait a minute, LUKE IS ANAKIN'S SON?! HOLY-"

Ladies, gentleman, and others, I think I came very late to this party and I don't even know how it took me so long.

Not only that, but because of this sudden love for the series, I went to my friends circle like "BESTIE, GUESS WHAT, I HAVE A NEW BLROBO AND A NEW FAV SHIP AND EEEP"

And my friends are like "omg that's amazing, what is it?"

I tell them, and of course they all know these characters and they all react like they know this very bad secret fact and I got told several times already "Please, don't watch the episodes 2 and 3 alone, it will hurt."

I feel like blissfully walking among rainbows and blue skies while everyone else know that my future is doomed. Somehow.

(Uncomfortable silence)

Not only that, but then I spent a whole deal of time thinking "Where the heck I have seen these guys" cus there was some fmailiarity I couldn't just point out and then one day I woke up, brushed my teeth and of all sudden I realized and it was such a shock.

Do you know how SURREAL is to get very into a character, and into a ship, and then realize they're the same from that super widespread meme that has been around for who knows how much time?

I swear I thought that meme was from some old medieval fantasy movies or something.

But alas, Star Wars now is EVERYWHERE. People do references to Star Wars ALL THE TIME and it's just now I'm catching them.

I got spoilers. From a meme. In a youtube review that had nothing to do with Star Wars hah. Everything is a spoiler, the world is an apparent spoiler. Now I'm here, trying to avoid spoilers from something everyone seems to know, even my family knows. It's so surreal and I wouldn't have it any other way 😂

Anyways, if you read until here, know that a wild ride still waits me, cuz I'm only starting Season 3 of Clone Wars and I don't plan to watch the movies until I finish the series.

And yes, I made this blog just to ramble freely about SW and draw stuff because it sparked my inspiration after a long art block.

Have this doodle I drew after watching the two first episodes, my offering for you reaching this far.

Note: Wouldn't Anakin and Padmé's ship name be Animé? Cuz that's hilarious.

[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 🍪

[crystalliumdaisy]

redesigning star dresses part 2!

part 1

notes and individuals are below!

virgo ~

- really wanted to step away from that sexy maid aesthetic. my goal was to mix maid with a princess silhouette to reference virgo’s nickname for lucy.

- so i added elements of cinderella’s look like the side fabrics, choker and longer dress.

- using just black is so boring so i brought in some pink and chose to instead use greys

- so many lucy dresses have pigtails so changing the hair also has a more practical element because it’s pulled away.

~ scorpio

- I actually love the og scorpio dress. It’s so different to all the other looks and so easy to distinguish that it’s scorpio.

- i wanted to play into a trackstar / athlete look just so it has an aesthetic that stands out. i also used shapes found in scorpios tail and neck frill in her armour and top.

- i absolutely love the new hair, i wanted it to resemble a scorpion tails! Also just was bored by the normal head band and u know what why not do a cutest bow.

~ sagittarius

- my least fav og dress is is sag. the colour, the lack of shade range and the outfit is just…. yer not cute.

- so i was inspired by more fantasy archers and sag’s colours are screaming cool earthy ranger.

- i think the final result much better resembles sag in the colours and aesthetic.

~ capricorn

- this luxus bad girl moment and i love it. The og one is pretty good but i wanted to fully push it more.

- there’s strands of hair coming out of her bun to resemble horns and belt to resemble a tail.

- the og design is too black so i went with a darker purple to stand out. I didn’t want virgo and capricorns to look like a matching set.

~ aquarius

- there was a lot of pressure to do aquarius well because it’s significant star dress, a fan favourite and my own star sign!

- i leaned more in the mermaid aesthetic by using more fin silhouettes and pearl detailing

- i wanted to make it more practical so a more supported bikini and mini skirt under the fin like fabric.

~ full set

i’m so super proud of these designs and i’ve actually seen an improvement in my art. Maybe in the future i’ll do a piece with all of them or do yukinos dresses so lmk if ur into that.

if ur looked this far ty so much for reading all my notes xxx