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i've always wanted a brother <3 (sexual intent)
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i've always wanted a brother <3 (sexual intent)
aliit au thorn and comet showing off their matching tattoos <3 [open for better quality]
the more i roll the aliit boys around in my mind the more disorders i pile on those fuckers. comet and boost are autistic, sinker's got adhd (comet might also idk), but now i'm thinking about:
- bipolar sinker who has manic and depressive episodes, who needs help making decisions, who can barely sleep most nights
- borderline comet who splits on people, whose anger comes from nowhere and consumes everything, who has no idea who he is, who's never really able to trust his own feelings and who's so so afraid of being left behind
- both of them feel things so deeply and can shift so rapidly that it causes them to clash, even though they mean more to each other than anyone else (+ boost, who often mediates between them -- brings them back down to earth and helps them see reason)
- obsessive compulsive boost who has to check the locks and the stove knobs again and again because what if he missed something the first-second-third time, who still gets random flares of panic because what if he did leave the stove on and their apartment is burning down right now? who gets horrible, vivid flashes of the people he loves getting hurt and has to call them to know they're alright
i probably won't actually add these things because that feels like. a lot of work. and idk. but y'all should know that in my mind? yeah.
aliit comet trying desperately to deny the flavor of his feelings for boost and sinker:
this scene sort of changes the whole vibe of what i was working on so idk if it's staying there BUT i think the (nsfw) banter between the aliit pack boys is cute so:
“I could make all these guys cry themselves to sleep tonight,” Sinker tells Comet, his words thick with conspiracy and sweet with alcohol.
He hums in response, knowing Sinker will feel it in his chest, and exactly what that will do to him. “How’s that?”
One of Sinker’s hands leaves his hips to tip his chin upward, toward the balcony of the second floor. The other remains firm in its grip.
“I could bend you over that railing,” he says, making Comet’s breath catch, “and fuck you while they watch.”
The heat that’s built steadily between them since they took to the floor now pools between Comet’s legs. His eyes stay fixed on the railing even after Sinker releases his chin, but he doesn’t really see it. He sees a crowd of men with hunger written into the lines of their bodies, wanting him. He sees Sinker taking what they want.
“How does-” he swallows thickly, mouth running dry. “How does that make ‘em cry?”
He feels Sinker grin wickedly against his ear before those lips press a kiss to his cheek and say, “Because they can all fuck you, but none of them will ever make you come like I can.”
He whimpers softly as Sinker digs his fingers into his hip bones. Comet knows he’s right, and that’s what really does it for him about the whole thing. Sinker knows every inch of him, inside and out — it’s why they dance so well. It’s why Comet would let him do it, and they both know it.
“What are we doing to him?”
Boost’s voice has Comet’s head turning, but it circles right back when Boost slides into the space in front of him, fitting his hands perfectly into Sinker’s, over his hips.
“Fucking him over the railing,” Sinker supplies casually.
Boost hums in appreciation, and Comet is reminded that Sinker is not the only one that works on.
“Or,” he begins slowly, eyes flicking to Comet’s, “we could tie him to it and let everyone fuck him over the railing.”
More of Comet’s weight is passed off onto Sinker when his steps falter, his free hand tightening into the front of Boost’s shirt.
“Aw, he likes that,” Boost says — speaking to Sinker, right over Comet’s head.
“‘Course he does,” Sinker snickers. “He hasn’t had that much attention in forever, and you know he loves attention.”
That’s rich coming from Sinker, but the point itself isn’t worth arguing, so Comet doesn’t. He just leans forward to nip at Boost’s jaw as he reminds them, “You’re supposed to be nice to me.”
“Is that right?” Boost asks. Comet can hear his raised brow without pulling away.
“Yeah, that’s right. I’m in a fragile state.”
“I dunno about fragile,” Sinker says. “Flexible? Definitely.”
“Your boyfriend’s trying to fuck me,” Comet informs Boost, breaking halfway to let out a giggle as Sinker smacks his ass.
“Yeah, well, I’m trying to fuck you, too.”
Comet sighs heavily between them. “Someday I’ll be loved for my mind,” he laments. It earns him the least sympathetic pout he’s ever seen, and he’s seen many from Boost, so that’s impressive.
“I love you for your head, if that’s anything.”
A grin splits across his face. Now that the three of them have slipped so easily into their usual banter, he can’t believe how nervous he was to be here tonight. It’s as clear to him now as it ever was before Skye that this is exactly where he should be.
“Well, it’s something,” he says. “It is nice to be appreciated.”
“You’re so appreciated,” Sinker mouths at the back of his neck, “and you’re so not drunk enough yet. You’re letting us down, cyar’ika.”
Hue hue hue.
Well then! 🤭 .... I HAVE to ALSO ask about:
5. a simple question
Please??? 🥴 👉🏼👈🏼
aaaahh thank you 😭😭😭 in that case i present to you, with pleasure,
“You would?” Sinker asks slowly, just before bringing their lips together.
The kiss isn’t harsh or overbearing, the way he thought Sinker might do it (which he has thought about — a lot), but it is devouring. Sinker is swallowing down every thought in his head, wringing any possible answer from his tongue. All he can do is gasp, eyes shooting wide before the rightness of it takes him and they flutter shut.
It’s over too soon.
Just as Sinker pulls away, he hears Boost’s voice again. He's asking, “Or you do?” and then Comet is being tipped the other way, onto Boost’s lips next.
either comet or sinker was born with a freckle in a cute place on their face. the other one thought they should have matching freckles, so they had boost tattoo one on them. years down the line, gregor notices the matching freckle and the following ensues
comet: oh yeah, i had this freckle and sinker thought it was cute, so he got one tattooed to match.
sinker: um.. no, i had the freckle, you got it tattooed.
comet and sinker: 🤨
comet and sinker: boost, which one of us did you tattoo a freckle on?
boost: [looking between them for a solid 2 minutes in complete silence like 🤔]
boost: i have no idea
my favorite thing about aliit boost is that he really is just some guy.
sinker is a pole vaulting ballerina who does photography, drag, and professional modeling. he's a theater kid. he does piercings at the shop. he's got insomnia and a severe sugar/caffeine addiction. his alcohol consumption borders on concerning. his favorite color is pink and he's throwing it back to todrick hall and kesha.
comet is a chameleon. he's got the most eclectic sense of style, music, art, everything. he can be your scary guard dog or your pretty boy. he's batting his eyelashes and keldabe is falling to its knees to give him whatever he wants. he's snarling with blood in his teeth. he's a disaster in the kitchen and an angry crier and your best friend.
and boost is just. a guy. he's in college, he's working full time, he's eating a lot of noodles. like don't get me wrong - he's an amazing guy. but you put him next to these two and you understand why he's the meme of that guy smoking while looking bedraggled.