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can you write a nsfw hc about emgk and their kinks :)

!nsfw!

ok very much Em nd Kells are two kinky bitches, but  lemme say this first. I hc them both as switches, though at the beginning, Em was pretty consistently topping Kells. The vulnerability and the giving up of a little of his masculinity that he would prolly associate with having a dick up his ass would be close to impossible before they grew intimate and caring towards each other. But once he does let Kells fuck him, he realizes that Kells being a young fucking slut is good for him, since he knows how to fuck Em into an orgasm faster than he’s ever reached one before. 

Erm anyway now that that’s out there, on to my kinky hc’s for them.

Kells is obsessed with nipples, both Em’s and his own. He runs a hand all up and down Em’s chest as he fucks him and rolls the hard nub between two fingers. He likes the way it makes Em arch his back, but loves the way it makes him clench down hard on his dick more. He also loves to pinch his own when he’s getting close, just for a little extra stimulation to make coming just that much more satisfying. It’s never mattered, man or woman, he’s always loved sucking on them, too, but now, without a doubt, his favorites to flick with his tongue over or give a little nibble to are Em’s. 

Em loves to mark and be marked by Kells. He bites Kells’ neck until there’s more purple than flesh color and then moves down to do the same things to his chest, where even though they aren’t visible, he knows Kells will feel them. He sucks hickeys into Kells’ thighs and bruises his ass cheeks while he’s down there. He adores watching fingerprints bloom where he held Kells’ hips while he fucked them, and beams two nights later when Kells turns around and he sees little drops of blood on his back from where he’d scratched it while Kells fucked him.  He also loves to be marked. He cries out when Kells bites back. He traces his hands lovingly over his own thigh and ass bruises. He sighs at marks on his hips the size and shape of Kells’ fingers, and shivers when Kells rakes his fingers down his back. He fucking loves to remind Kells who he belongs too, and loves being reminded by Kells of the opposite just as much.

Kells is not quiet about having a foot fetish and that shit does not stop at pretty female feet. He sucks Em’s toes with just as much, if not more, enthusiasm as he sucks his dick. He tries to get him to wear heels and paint his nails, too, but Em refuses almost every time. Key word here being almost. One year, on his birthday, Em gives him a footjob. He rubs his dick between his feet and lets Kells come between his toes. It’s so good he knows Em must have practiced, and he almost comes again imagining him working a cucumber or banana between the smooth skin of his arches. 

Em is obsessed with eating Kells’ out. He loves to shove his face between Kells’ cheeks and eat his ass like it’s his last meal, and he knows Kells loves it, too. Kells begs for it sometimes, crying out for his tongue when Em already has a couple of fingers stuffed in him, and who is he to say no when Kells is asking so nicely? It doesn’t matter the position: Kells bent over the couch as he kneels behind him, his legs pushed up while he lays on his back, from the back, or with Kells sitting directly on his face. He fucking loves it any way he can get it. He especially loves it after he’s fucked Kells, loves laving at his stretched out hole and tasting the silicone lube mixing with his salty cum. They can’t do it every night, Kells complains too much about the beard burn, but on the nights when they do, Em does what he’s been taught to do with any good meal. He savors the fuck out of it. 

And aftercare! Oh my god, the aftercare. Kells is always boneless as fuck after he comes, he can’t help it. It doesn’t matter if he fucked Em or if Em fucked him, the second he’s done, he’s dead to the world. It’s a great thing then that Em treats aftercare like the most important part of sex. He wipes them both down with a warm wash cloth, pulls a blanket over them, and cuddles Kells as hard as he can. He whispers how well Kells did and how much he loves him, tells him in a hushes whisper that he was perfect, that he’s always perfect. Kells, for his part, lays down malleable and pliant as he soaks in the love and the warmth and the kisses. 

yeah um anyway I got lots of sexy hc’s for these two, so those are just a few that came to mind right away

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emgk and meeting each other’s kids

Colson brings Casie to meet Em a few months in. Still before everything goes public, but after he knows it’s serious. Casie is his fuckin’ baby, his girl, he wouldn’t bring anyone around her he wasn’t sure about. 

Em is a risk, too. He’s a man. Colson has has girlfriends he’s told Casie about, or brought to meet her. But she’s ten, and she’s old enough to know the difference between a girlfriend and a boyfriend, maybe old enough to understand the implications of that too. So he waits until he’s sure, until they exchange ‘I love you’s and can’t go more than a few days without seeing each other to bring her to see him. 

Then, he clears it with Em, and the next time he’s flying out to Detroit, Casie is snuggled into his arm. He frets the entire way, though he doesn’t know why. Em has a daughter with Kim, and two others, so he knows how to handle girls. He knows what it’s like to love a person more than yourself, to push yourself as far as you can all for one person. He knows how to raise kids and what they like. He’d even helped pick out a few Christmas presents for Casie. 

Em knows him, and he knows kids, it’ll be fine. Still, he hugs Casie tightly the entire journey. 

The plan is to spend the weekend, then fly back home together and spend the rest of the week Colson has with her just the two of them, but if this doesn’t go well, he tells Casie they can leave whenever she wants.

Turns out, he was worried over nothing. 

It’s a little awkward at first. Neither he nor Em knew how to navigate the introductions between your daughter and a man who wrote a diss track about you. It goes along easier with a kid than it would with an adult, though. All Em has to do is apologize for the song, sneaking a smirk up at Colson every once in a while during an otherwise convincingly sincere apology. 

Casie loosens up after that, and turns full team Em before the end of their first night there. Em shows her the fridge he packed with all of her snacks, and a guest room that’s all hers, if she wants it, and she can decorate how she likes the next time she comes over and it’s all over. 

Colson tucks her into bed while Em goes back up to the room they share, desperate to hear her thoughts. 

“So...” He leads, sitting down next to her legs on the bed and smoothing her brown curls out of her face. 

“I like it here.” She grins. Colson’s heart squeezes. 

“Yeah, and him? What about Em?” He needs to hear it to relax. She needs to tell him she liked him, that he’s found someone good, that Em is who she wants him to be with, or some other shit a nine year old would say that he can place his own deeper truths onto. 

Her smile doesn’t budge, “I like him too, a lot. He’s cool.” Cool. Colson can roll with that. 

Getting Em’s girls to meet him is harder. Alaina and Hailie are grown, out of Em’s house with jobs and boyfriends and no time to meet the man who wrote a pretty ugly tweet about one of them, and an even uglier diss at their dad. He cringes when he thinks about them both, but in a way they both landed him and Em here, together, so he can’t be too upset by the past. Whitney, Em’s youngest, spends a lot of her time with Em at home, but her and Colson have yet to cross paths. It must be purposeful, at least on Em’s part. 

Em finally gets the three of them to agree to all come to dinner one night. Colson might just shit his pants. He’d thought maybe they’d break it up, one girl at a time so that he could at least have a chance at breaking through the cold front Colson can feel even through the phone whenever Em mentions him while he talks to his girls. 

“This isn’t going to go well.” Kells says while the two of them set the table for five. His stomach is in knots, his fucking palms are sweating over the silverware. He needs to smoke a bowl, shit even just take a little hit of something. He needs to calm the fuck down. 

He wants to believe that Em wouldn’t toss him aside if the girls don’t change their mind, but he isn’t sure. He remembers only a couple weeks ago, bringing Casie and wondering what the fuck he would do if the visit went poorly. And Em only had the diss and his generally a little grumpy demeanor to get over. Colson has a hole he dug for himself in the form of that stupid fucking tweet, almost a decade old now. 

Em stops setting out plates and looks at him, “Probably not.” 

His head snaps up so hard it cracks, “What?” 

Em shrugs and continues, “I rasied ‘em, I know these girls can hold a grudge.” 

“Then why are we even doing this?” He’s setting Colson up for failure. 

“Because they’re my fuckin’ kids and your my fuckin’...” He trails off and walks over to Colson, “I want them to see us together, you know? I’m happy with you. Whatever they think about you personally, they’ll see that at least.” 

He’s going to respond and tell Em that doesn’t help much, or at all. He’s still walking into a fucking lions den of three girls that will hate his fucking guts. But before he can open his mouth, scuffling heels clack against the hardwood, coming to the dining room. 

“Dad!” One of them calls, and Em pulls away from him with a shy smile. 

“’s gonna be okay.” He says and squeezes Colson’s wrist, then goes out to greet his girls. Colson isn’t so sure.

Em is almost always right, though Colson would never admit it to his face, but what if he’s wrong about this? 

Hailie and Alaina barely respond when Em does introductions. They just nod and go take a seat at the table. 

Whitney, at least, pauses before she turns away from him and smiles, “I like your music.”

“Oh, uh, thanks.” He mumbles around a growing smile. Maybe it isn’t three of them he needs to convince, just two. 

He tries to up his charm, but that backfires almost immediately. He tells Hailie she looks great and she sneers, looking between him and Em like she wants him to say something. 

He tries getting to know them, but all three just respond in the shortest way possible. Em squeezes his thigh under the table, and it’s reassuring, but Colson is fucking dying out there. 

Finally, toward the end of dinner, when he’s out of energy trying to please, he just acts like himself. He isn’t rude, but he doesn’t want to keep fighting this uphill battle of unrelenting politeness and a cold response. The night kind of drags after that. Em tries his best, but the energy isn’t there, from anyone. 

When the girls are on their way out, Colson doesn’t plan to follow them into the foyer. He’ll let them have a moment alone with their dad. 

Hailie must have a different idea. She stays behind while Em walks Alaina and Whitney out, lingering in the dining room. 

“You like my dad a lot?” She asks from the doorway. Colson turns and faces her dead on.

“I love him.” 

She wrinkles her nose and looks down at her shoes, “Alright then. I still don’t like you, but you weren’t as bad as I thought.” Colson barely holds back a snort. Em was right about grudges. “I’ll tell him I like you, though.” That part surprises him. 

“Yeah?” He tries not to sound too excited, but Hailie’s eyebrows draw together just slightly and the corner of her mouth quirks up like she’s just realized by the sound of his voice, how deep Colson is in this. 

“Yeah, Lainie and Whitney are already on board, too. And like I said, you weren’t as bad as I thought. But don’t... Don’t hurt him, okay?” There’s both insecurity and a threat in there somewhere, but Colson doesn’t care. That right there, was approval. 

Colson nods and swallows thickly. At this point, hurting Em is just hurting himself. He couldn’t do it. 

All four girls of their girls on board, he thinks when she finally leaves. They’re both single dads from the midwest, but now they have each other. 

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em and kells go on a road trip.. you can decide what happens lol

Groaning in exasperation, Em slumps forward and beats his head against the steering wheel. When he agreed to road trip with Kells from LA to Detroit, he thought it might be nice. A few days alone with his boyfriend, no assistants or managers, bodyguards or drivers. Just the two of them. 

He should’ve known they’d end up lost in fucking Iowa. 

The plan was to stop for the night somewhere in the middle of the state and do the final stretch tomorrow, but after they got gas and switched so that Kells wasn’t driving, Em knew they weren’t anywhere near where they were supposed to be. 

“We’re almost in fucking Minnesota.” On the map on his phone, it showed them on a completely different highway than they were supposed to be on. Apparently they’d veered north almost an hour ago. When he’d asked Kells how the fuck they ended up this far off track, Kells just scowled at him. 

“You didn’t notice, either.” He’d said defensively. 

Annoyance threatened to bubble over into rage, “I wasn’t the one driving. If you didn’t know where to go you should’ve had the fucking map up. Or asked me to pull it up.” They could argue about it for hours. They could go back and forth until the sun set around their parked car and they’d lose even more time on their trip back. Not that Em had anywhere to be, but still, being lost was being out of control. And he hated the feeling. So Em stopped arguing, and smacked the wheel with his forehead. 

“You want road head to make up for it?” Kells chewed on the side of his lip nervously as he tried to lighten the mood. 

“No.” Em replied tersely. He didn’t want road head. He wanted to go to the nearest airport, ditch the stupid fucking rental car, and fly the rest of the way home. Instead, he pulled his face away from the steering wheel, pulled up directions back to the highway they were supposed to be on, and started to drive. 

Once they were back on the road, things remained silent and tense in the car. Every once in a while, Kells would pull out a snack and offer Em some, but he declined every time. He’d bet Kells missed the sign that they were changing highways while distracted, and he won’t let it happen to him. 

“I’m sorry.” Kells mumbles around a red vine about an hour into Em’s drive. Briefly, Em looks over at him in the passenger seat. He’s tucked against the window with his body angled as far away from Em as it can be. When he spoke, his voice was dripping with genuine regret and embarrassment. None of the indignation from earlier remained. 

“Nothin’ to be sorry for. It was a mistake. No big deal.” Earlier, he’d been acting like it was a huge deal, but it really wasn’t. They’d still eventually get to Detroit. All Em blaming Kells had done was ruin the last couple hours of the time they had together. And they were both so busy, every minute had to count. 

When Kells doesn’t respond, He reaches his hand over the center console and strokes a hand down Kells’ tense side. 

Kells relaxes a bit and turns around so that he’s facing forward in his seat again. Then he looks over and Em and he catches a wolfish grin in his peripheral. 

“Is this your way of saying you do want road head?” Kells asks while slipping his left hand down to cup Em’s dick through his sweats. 

Talk about distracted fucking driving. 

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emgk 1 year anniversary :)

One year together. Em blows out a puff of air from his nose. He hadn’t expected them to come this far. Truthfully, he hadn’t expected them to make it a week. He remembers that day, three hundred and sixty five days earlier, when Kells laced their hands together and their casual hate fucking turned into a real relationship. 

He remembers thinking, this is either going to be the best thing that’s ever happened to me, or the biggest mistake I’ve ever made. Both seemed like an overstatement at the time, but with twelve full months together, it doesn’t seem like it encapsulates them enough. 

Kells makes him happier than anyone he’s ever been with ever has. He wakes up every morning looking at his face and the first thought that pops into his head is “God, I fucking love him.” Nobody has ever made leaving the protective bubble around himself seem worth it. Kells does. He’s more open now than he has been in the last twenty years, if only to show the world how fucking happy he is. It’s the best thing that’s ever happened to him. 

He’s so happy, that he knows it can’t last. Every morning, even though they’ve made it through a year of them now, he thinks is going to be the last one. They’re going to dinner tonight, somewhere that people will see them. People would be able to watch Kells walk out on him after exactly a year. They’d watch his eyes gloss over and his fist clench in his hand as Kells’ leaves the table with a smirk and his heart. It could be the biggest mistake he’s ever made. 

Still, he’s excited while getting ready. They’ve been together exactly one year. One of the best years he’s ever had. And he’s going to enjoy this night, on the last day of the best year, with the man that’s made it the best. 

The night plays out like any other date night. Kells shows up and takes his breath away with how amazing he looks. They make out like fucking teenagers in the back of the car on the way. Kells has to pull him into the restaurant while he digs his heels from seeing all of the people that could see and talk about them. Kells orders his own food, but only eats off of Em’s plate. And towards the end, Em goes for dessert and Kells orders a single whiskey, neat. 

“A year.” Kells smiles into his whiskey. Em hasn’t had a drink in twelve years, but on nights like these, he enjoys sucking the last of the liquor from Kells’ tongue. 

Em watches Kells swipe his tongue over the rim of his glass and nods, “A year.” 

Kells raises the glass from his lips into the air like he’s making a toast, “To another?” He asks. 

“To another.” To another one. To another five. To another ten. 

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em teaching kells how to cook because we all know he can’t cook to save his life

They started with something easy. Partially because Em wanted to see if Kells was really a bad cook or just bad at following directions, and partially because he knew he would be exhausted by the end of this, regardless. 

Kells has tried cooking for Em before. That’s a big part of the reason Em wanted to teach him to do better. The time Kells brought over brownies, not only did he overcook them, but he’d also messed up the sugar measurements so they were bitter as fuck. When he gave Em a bite of an omelet he’d made, there was a huge shell sticking out of it that he swore couldn’t have come from him breaking the egg. And once, after Em knew what to expect of Kells’ kitchen prowess and definite lack thereof, he took a bite out of chicken he told Em would be perfectly fine, only to be shocked out of his fucking skin when his teeth sunk through the almost burnt skin to the completely raw meat. 

Kells has tried cooking for Em before, and there wasn’t a chance in hell he was gonna let him do it again without at least trying to teach him some basics that he’d learned from his time as a line cook, but also just as a functional person. 

So they start with something easy. 

Grilled chicken and pasta. They’re not even gonna make the sauce themselves. 

“You know how to boil water?” Em asks while running water into a pan for the noodles. 

Kells wrinkles his nose at him, offended, “I’m not completely fuckin’ useless. Yes, I can boil water.” And sure enough, once Em places the pot on the burner, Kells turns it on no problem. 

Em had asked about boiling water, but that wasn’t the problem. He should’ve asked about everything else because that’s what Kells has trouble with. Literally everything that comes after boiling water. 

“Is this enough oil?” He asks, but only after the chicken they were doing is stuck to the pan and will only come off after tons of soap and a good soak. Em throws the pan, stuck chicken and all into the sink, and starts over. 

He shows Kells how much oil to put in, and helps him season, but not over season, their meat. Every time they reach for the same item or bump hands, Em lets their touch linger for a bit. The soft caresses are a treat for the both of them. 

“Oops.” Kells blushes and throws his head back in a full body laugh when he realizes he’d turned their first batch of noodles into mush. Em had been babysitting their timer and Kells’ only jobs were to set a timer for the noodles and keep an eye on the sauce they were warming. 

How he managed to fuck up both jobs evaded Em logically, but entertained him beyond imagination. Their goopy noodles and sauce that was bubbling over and sticking to the bottom and sides of the pan were such a hilarious sight he couldn’t help but laugh. 

“It’s almost like you’re trying to fuck this up.” He chuckled while setting a new pot of water on the stove. Kells squinted at him, then pasted on an eager grin. 

“What if I am?” 

Em looked at the ruined chicken, noodles, and barely salvaged sauce and laughed again, “If you are, you better fuckin’ stop of we won’t have shit to eat.” 

Kells didn’t respond with anything other than an eyeroll and a promise to try harder next time. 

Next time? Em looked around his kitchen, and thought about if he even wanted to try and teach Kells some basics again. 

If he ever was going to, he decided, it had to be somewhere where he wasn’t doing the fucking dishes. 

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do you think you can do a small part 2 to angst #7... like the aftermath of the breakup.. l

#7... part 2

Em doesn’t know how he’s so heartbroken when he’s the one that broke up with Kells. Or did Kells break up with him? He lays in bed and plays their conversation out in his head for the millionth time. 

Will anything ever make it worth it to come out to you? Kells asked him. And in the moment, when he had Kells next to him and nothing felt scarier than having the world know the truth about him, he’d thought no, nothing would ever be worth it. 

He didn’t say anything, he didn’t need to. Kells nodded like he was finally accepting a difficult truth he’d known all along. 

If you really don’t think so, I don’t think I can stay. It was an ultimatum. If he could give Kells anything but the truth in that moment, he would have. But he couldn’t keep Kells with him with a lie, no matter how much he wanted the other man to stay. Was that the breakup, then? Did Kells break up with him by telling him he was going to leave?

You should probably go, then. Or was that the breakup? Did he end it all by telling Kells to go? Was the true breakup their words or their actions? Was it Em telling Kells to leave, or Kells actually walking away? 

Either way, Em thinks when he’s finished going through it again, Kells is gone because he thought nothing could be worse than people knowing. Now that he’s lived without Kells for a couple of weeks, Em knows what’s worse. 

Living with Kells is difficult, he’s moody and impulsive and pushy in all of the ways Em hates, but, as he’s come to realize, living without Kells is impossible. 

He wants to call him and beg him to come back so much he dreams about it and wakes up with his phone in his hand. He needs him near so bad he hugs his pillow just for his scent and wears one of his left behind t-shirts around the house for the same reason. But he won’t call unless he’s sure he can do what Kells wants and come out. He owes him that much. 

Em goes back and forth on it for a couple of weeks until the smell of Kells on his sheets has worn off and he’s losing more sleep a night than he’s getting. 

He needs to get Kells back. 

And to do that he needs to come out. 

He can do that, eventually. To get Kells back here, it would be worth it, he’s sure. 

He picks up his phone and calls Kells. 

“It’s gonna take time.” He says without a greeting. 

“What?” Kells sounds surprised, borderline annoyed that he called. Em supposed he would be too if an ex called him randomly after weeks and didn’t even say hi. But he doesn’t have time for greetings, he can say hey, hi, hello when Kells is standing in front of him again. 

“I can’t, shit, I can’t come out right away, it’s gonna take time. I don’t know how much time, but I’ll try and hurry the fuck up. Just please, come back.”

“What are you saying?” Em hears the fearful hope in Kells’ voice and it destroys him to know that he was the one that made Kells afraid to hope for anything good. 

“I’m saying, that I need you in my fucking life. And if that means I gotta tell the whole world I suck dick, I guess I gotta do it. So will you come back?” 

Silence on the line. Then a sigh. Then a whisper that sounds suspiciously like ‘what the fuck are you doing to me’. Then another sigh. 

“You serious about this?” 

“Yes.” He says, with more certainty than he’s felt about anything in years. 

“Then yeah, I’ll come back, but Em, if you... If there’s even a chance you’re gonna back out, let’s not even do this. I can’t...” Em thinks about all of the consequences and all of the excuses. He measures them up against how he’s felt the last few days and has his answer. 

“I’m sure, this is what I want.” Privately, publicly, he doesn’t care anymore. He just knows what and who he needs. “You’re what I want.” 

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i just had so many thoughts for prompts lol.. sorry for the spam 😭😭

haha never apologize for requests! having a lot of them in my inbox gives me like just the right amount of anxiety so that i actually get shit done. lol slowly but surely i’m making my way thru ‘em i promise!