Wish Upon A Star 🌠

2020

Prompt answer originally posted on Twitter Jun 16, 2023.

Recipient: @_MJ_Chan (Prompt)

Summary: Khunbam relaxing

“Khun… I go to the bathroom for a few minutes and you’re already working again.”

Khun quickly typed up his last sentence and dismissed his document. “Just had an idea that I had to write down. Sorry, Bam.”

Bam crawled into bed with a playful grin as he settled next to Khun. “Mmhm. Pull the movie up, then.”

Bam loved horror movies, but he didn’t like watching them alone. He had convinced Khun to cuddle watch with him tonight, though.

“What was it called again?”

“Rabid Grannies.”

“You’re kidding…” “It’s a classic! I think you’ll like it.”

“We’ll see…”

Khun was amused. It was dubbed and cheesy and had just enough plot to keep him hooked. Bam slowly sunk under the covers as it got closer to the monster reveal.

Khun patted his head. “Getting scared?”

“No,” muttered Bam. Khun snickered.

“Do you want a hug?”

“...Yes.”

Khun opened his arms, and Bam snuggled into his chest.

Bam only jumped a few times and Khun was riveted by the plot. Who knew such a dumb movie could be so entertaining?

Time flew, and the credits started rolling. Khun looked down and nudged Bam’s head with his chin. “Did you like it?”

A little snore answered him, and Khun smiled warmly. There was no working with his arms full, so he decided a little extra sleep wouldn’t hurt for tonight.

RakKhunBam picnic to a themepark 🐊🐢🐢🎢🎡

Extra protection is needed

Oh no! Our leader is...!

Khun: "I won't get lost, my *ss."

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Bam is super happy, he never went to a themepark before. He's eager to try everything from the rides to the snacks, and we know that Khun and Rak will only follow him around. Bam's happiness is their happiness too.

Khun looks like he's irritated all the time but actually he's happy he can spend time with his best friends, like "90% happy with Bam and 10% happy with Rak." he said. For them (read: Bam) he will go through all the sunburn, sweat, and crowd.

Rak only wants his turtles to be happy, and going to a themepark isn't a bad idea. There's a lot of turtles in there, and they are all laughing and smiling, so that means this 'themepark' is supposed to make turtles happy, right? He hopes Black Turtle enjoys his off-day and Blue Turtle can stop worrying about plans and stuffs.

tower of god season 3

Yasratcha 🍉 🐱

you know he'd do this.

Originally posted on Twitter Oct 20, 2022.

Inspiration: Link (SFW)

Summary: JahadBam (NSFW)

Lazy and relaxed, Jahad sat slumped on his throne, his wrist gently swirling the red liquid in the glass he held by the rim, dangling over the side of the armrest. He watched his pet shift around with frustrated huffs and muted whines escaping his pretty little mouth. He was squeezing the thigh he was straddling, trying to keep his balance and ignore the heat between his legs.

Their eyes met, and golden eyes silently pleaded for attention. Jahad only wanted one thing right now. “I’m enjoying my drink.”

"You don't even have to touch me," protested Bam. "Just let me ride your cock. Let me do all the work. Please." Sweat rolled down his brow, lingering on his chin and falling as he jerked his hips forward, desperation rattling in his eyes as he sought approval for something, anything. He wasn't allowed to touch himself but desperation always shone a light on loopholes: There was no rule against frotting. But he understood now that perhaps this was more torture than relief. He was painfully hard under the thin fabric of his sheer robes, and starting to feel manic as nothing he did helped abate the roiling fire in his groin. Jahad watched him, finger tapping against his half-full glass, regarding him with a frustrating amount of patience. "There is an order to things, boy. I will not change them just because you like to whine." Bam's hands shook as he dug his nails into the muscular flesh underneath him. Tears brimmed his eyes as he curved his back, a salacious moan escaping as he tried to entice the king. "Please, Jahad, I am not asking. I am begging. At least let me touch myself—something, anything, it hurts so much." He was gasping by the end, words barely coming out, his face wet and body trembling. And Jahad smiled, raising his glass to his lips, eyes sweeping up and down at the mess of a boy over his leg. "No. I find that I like this show much more."

===== Bonus =====

Jahad pressed down on the boy’s back, his splayed fingers almost covering the expanse of sun-kissed skin and quivering muscles. There was a groan in response.

“Stop. You’re not helping.”

Jahad smirked, pushing further until the grumblings were muffled by the silk sheets beneath them. “You will take me one way or another, Viole.” He pulled on Viole’s hips and tried rearranging him again, but resting his hard cock over his cheeks seemed to highlight how impossibly small the boy was in comparison.

Still.

Jahad reached down to grab a fistful of hair and yanked. Viole moaned, and he felt the boy’s hole flutter against the head of his cock as he lined up again. “No more excuses. Open up to me.”

A shiver ran through Viole and he felt the body go pliant at the command. The words slurred out. “Yes, sir. As you wish.”

Apparently my director went to see a production of West Side Story a few years ago, and the guy playing Chino forgot his gun before coming out for his final scene. Once it got to the big scene where he is supposed to shoot Tony, he screeched “Poison Boots” and kicked the actor playing Tony until he went down. The girl playing Maria then had to jerk the shoe off of Chino’s foot, and had to do the gunshot scene asking “How many kicks Chino? How many kicks, and one kick left for me”. 

previous loner types now climbing the tower together (which could mean nothing)

writing advice: every chapter should have something that makes you, a sicko, say yeesss… hahaha… yeeesss!!! and it doesn’t quite matter what you are a sicko about but it’ll be hard to get through the chapter if nothing makes you press your face into the window