#trying to make faster and messier drawings

[mari-lair]

warm up

#full supernatural akane au #tbhk #toilet bound hanako kun #jshk #jibaku shounen hanako kun #trying to make faster and messier drawings #aoi akane

[head---ache]

Style thingies

#i was just messing around #its fun to try other styles jxkkxorkox #but of course im much more comfortable in my style lol #i feel like you can tell very easily tho NZIEUXE8ZJEIZ #my lines immediately turn messier and faster just because im not super worried in making it look good ndjxidjxirxj #also #sally my beloved #i need to draw her more often #i like her a lot but never draw her #fanart #sth #sonic fanart #sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #sonadow #sonic x shadow #amy rose #miles tails prower #sally acorn

[excali8ur]

How did you get so good at drawing? And do you have any tips??? (Pls I'm a beginner help)

Honestly dude you never get good at art. It's sweet that people like my stuff but I still feel like most of it sucks and I think that's sort of an inherent part of drawing lmao. You've just gotta decide to keep doing it anyway because it matters to you

I do have a few tips for improving your technical drawing though:

Do figure sketching. If you can go to in-person life drawing classes that's great, and there'll usually be at least a few running if you live in a city/big town, but you can do it online too. Here are some websites I use: Line of Action / SketchDaily / Quick Poses. Try drawing with different lengths of time (so start with poses appearing for 30 seconds, then move up to 1 minute, then 2, then 5, then 10). Also don't feel too bad if the first few times you try it and the sketches don't turn out quite right or the proportions get messed up or you run out of time. It's part of the process & you'll improve the longer you keep at it. Just try to use longer & messier lines and don't focus on the details until you have basic shapes blocked out. (This is literally what I tell anyone who asks me for art advice because it's about the only drawing exercise I ever deliberately do lmao)

Draw real life subjects and not just from photos- it's more challenging but helps you develop your observation & sketching skills. This includes still life and landscapes/architecture as well as living things btw

Use references as much as you can. I suck at this but it'll genuinely make you improve faster if you do lmao. You can find loads of references on Google or DeviantArt but I also have some specific places I get them from: JookpubStock / Fat Photo Ref (requires registering but I can verify they're legit) / AdorkaStock / Teamwarchicken (actually my blog that I use for collecting images)

When you're learning to shade remember that you're shading a 3 dimensional object, and try to avoid just doing shading around the very edges of things. Same goes for highlights.

Try drawing in different styles and subjects you don't usually draw. If you can afford it try out different physical art materials too. It helps keep the art block at bay if nothing else lmao

Don't be a perfectionist. Learn to just say "good enough" and not obsess over mistakes. It's better to draw lots of slightly wonky things than one thing that you freaked out about getting perfect.

If anyone else has any other advice/resources then please add them! I do not know as much about art as people think I do hjfgjkhdf

#My secret tip though that may be controversial is that if you literally only want to draw one thing and don't care about improving- #-Then that's fine. Draw that thing. You don't need to be The Best you just have to like what you're doing #personal #asks #anon #Also like don't obsess over finding “a style” it's more than okay to be inconsistent with the way you draw things #You don't need a brand lmao #I have a lot more I could say but it's hard to condense it into a post so this is what you get. Hope it's ok lmao

[flightyalrighty]

What have been some of your big inspirations/points of education* with your comic work?

*could mean learning resources but also just, good advice you got once or improvements to your workflow you figured out

Thanks for this ask!! :]

I went to the School of Visual Arts, where I majored in Cartooning! A lot of what I learned, I learned from Indie Cartoonist Jason Little and DC/Marvel Editor Joey Cavalieri, both of whom taught multiple classes I've taken (mainly fundamental stuff but there were also some extra classes with them like Jason taught my Digital Comics course and Joey taught my History of Cartooning class). I learned how to draw trees from Jason. And from reading Pogo.

I've drawn a lot of inspiration in my storytelling from both Bone and Hellboy, mostly! Both Jeff Smith and Mike Mignola are masters of pacing in comics, and if you happen to be unfamiliar with their works, I can't recommend them enough. Besides those two, the rich, moody internal monologues of Spider-Man: Blue and Spider-Man: Evolve or Die are things I often think about when it comes to dialogue writing. That and (at least when it comes to writing Rouge's dialogue) my older sister. Just, like, in general. Pay attention to how the people around you speak. It helps a ton when figuring dialogue.

Hellboy is getting mentioned again because Mignola's heavy inks are something I like to look over in order to learn from and improve myself. Hellboy, Carl Barks's Donald Duck comics, Asterix & Obelix, Will Eisner's various works, Calvin and Hobbes ALL have this beauty in their inking that can really inspire. Personally, I'd like to get a bit messier with my inking. Messy inks feel so alive. They're so visually interesting.

For colors, I highly recommend this book. I've read it and re-read it as much as possible. It may be for painters, but cartoonists can and should learn from all kinds of art forms. The works of Moebius were also mega foundational for me in learning how to color my comics. The man knew his palettes and how to not confine himself too much to what's "realistic". Speaking of painters (you may roll your eyes at this one) I'm also a fan of Frank Frazetta.

For panelling, I only have one true inspiration, and that's the work of Tess Stone. I grew up reading Hanna Is Not A Boy's Name. It changed how I viewed the limitations of panelling forever. Of course, it may be harder to find that comic these days, so here's a snippet:

Basic advice: really really take your time taking in art that you like, and try to reverse-engineer how it was made in your head. Heck, even if there's art you DON'T like, overall, but has elements you DO like, you can learn from that, too!

Okay! Sorry for rambling! Now here's the thing you're actually here for:

How To Think When You Draw collection of REALLY GOOD tutorials for whatever you need, these guys helped me out a ton when I was figuring the jungle scenes early in Infested.

This Pinterest Which Has Absolutely Everything You Can Possibly Think Of For References And Inspiration Sources.

An Extremely Good Font Site That Is Used By Professionals In The Comics Industry To Letter Their Comics.

The Most Important Book Any Cartoonist Can Read

A Different Book By The Same Man About Making Comics (for free, thanks Internet Archive)

Perspective For Comic Book Artists, thanks again Internet Archive

As for workflow... Man, I wish I could give you any kinda advice on that. I'm struggling with it, myself. I guess I've got two things?

If you have multiple deadlines for, say, multiple commissions or something, or you're trying to put out a weekly comic, but you're also doing something else, break the day up into time slots for each project, and switch the moment it's time to. Keep yourself on that schedule. I'm not very good at this.

I draw pretty detailed thumbnails, so sometimes I'll skip the penciling step in comics and blow up the thumbnail to ink over that. It's faster for sure! It's not always the right solution, however.

Thanks for reading! I hope any of what I've said helps at all!

#Anonymous #asks

[snowcandyz]

Random Obey Me! Headcanon #4

Genre: Fluff and a little bit of angst for Simeon's

There are TONS of Belphie HCs in this :3

Everyone has to take turns waking up Belphie every morning. Belphie's favourite morning wake-up call is MC. If MC woke him up, he'd greet the day with a huge smile plastered on his face. But if it's his brothers, or more importantly, Lucifer, he'll most probably frown out of annoyance until he sees MC at the dining table for breakfast. Only then would his mood lighten up a little bit.

However, the brothers aren't really offended by Belphie's double standard. In fact, they find it cute. He may not seem like it, by a sulking Belphie is the cutest Belphie that the brothers can all agree on. Of course, never tell him this, or else the House of Lamentation will be engulfed in flame the second they turn away from the seventh-born.

Since Mammon is used to sneaking up and around the house, looking for anything to sell, he's also used to eavesdropping on his brothers. Most of the time, it was intentional, but there are times when it's purely accidental. And every time he heard that his brothers lost something important to them, Mammon would take it upon himself to try and search for it. Anything to make sure his brothers are okay again. Though, sometimes, they interpreted it as Mammon stealing their items in the first place. Poor Mammon...

Anytime Beel has something important going on in his life, like exams or interviews or fangol matches, he'd wear something gifted from each of his brothers: a wristwatch from Lucifer, a belt from Mammon, a pen from Satan, a cologne from Asmo, a notepad from Levi and a self-sewn handkerchief from Belphie. He thinks of these items as a lucky charm.

Aside from working as Diavolo's virtual petsitter, Levi also has another side income where he'll offer electronic device repair services. He has made fortunes with it. He's even RAD's official Head Technician once, but Diavolo had to let him go because Levi became too occupied with his jobs to even study properly.

To improve Beel and Belphie's horrible art skills, Lucifer asked Levi to 'tutor' or teach them the basics of drawing and colouring. Though it wasn't really an important thing to improve on, Lucifer wanted them to at least pass their art subject because that's the only subject that both of them failed in.

And Belphie's horrible drawing skills affected a tiny bit of his test mark (not enough to bring his grade down to A- or anything, though), but Lucifer still wants Belphie to improve his drawing skills.

Simeon adores the brothers so much that when they fall, Simeon has to cope with the sadness by writing letters to Lucifer and his brothers. Of course, he could never afford to send the letters to them, so he had to keep them in a small box under his bed. The content of the letters was just him talking about his days and wishing that someday, a miracle would happen where those letters are suddenly being replied to. (Good for him, he'll meet them again in the future)

Since Belphie sleeps almost every time of the day, he will wake up after midnight to finish his homework. If he's still sleepy, he'll do his work faster with messier handwriting (which didn't affect his marks AT ALL!), but if Belphie's wide awake from the excessive napping, he'll do his homework properly.

On certain occasions that the brothers had the chance to witness Belphie doing his homework like this, they would want to give something to him. Whether a hot drink, a snack, several pats on his head, a blanket or just a pen, they'll find absolutely anything to indirectly say, 'Good job, Belphie!' to the seventh-born.

What am I if not writing family fluff, right? uwu

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[cupids-cringe]

OK SO BEFORE I SHOW THE ALTERNATE DESIGNS FOR THE HLVRV HEADCANONS I WANNA SHOW OFF THIS IDEA I DEFINITELY STOLE FROM MERKLINS AND THAT WAS THAT SINCE OUT OF THE GAME PLAYER HAS NO INVENTORY ON HIM AND WOULD LIKELY HAVE A BAG TO STORE HIS TRINKETS

AND

YES!!!

YES HE WOULD!

i gave him a satchel with little wing decals that he stores all his cool trinkets and the occasional bird that sneaks in to hide all cozy and his crowbar- before he eventually gets told he can't take a WEAPON everywhere with him in the real world- thankfully theres no xen aliens here so not much reason for one anyway

AND WITH THAT OUT THE WAY, ONTO THE WAVE 1.5 OF MY HLVRV HEADCANONS

to start i have alternate designs for Player, Kittle Freeman and Loverboy which are edits of their drawings in the previous post and then i have Neo and Spork

i'm currently working on something else but i would LOVE to do characters like Darnold, Benry, Sleepless,,etc because accidental multiverse hoppers have a lot of family and of course the episode 2 Gordons

(notes and Neo & Sporks below)

Player

- literally just the HEV suit, used this as a base for Kittles design

Kittle

- made his hair a bit messier and more spiked in comparison to Players original hair

- a bit of blood and stuff splattered on him from how Kittle is definitely one of those players who would go killing random things hes spawned in after hes done and/or ‘got home from work and is going to take his frustrations out killing random ai and blowing stuff up’ without consequences (until yknow  the ais sentient   and theres consequences)

and also due to godmode would just go through the maps not taking any damage when he was shot at or activated a planned sequence but still getting splattered with blood

- the circuits on his eyes are also further down his body and suit and would spread faster and cover more when he gets angry or overwhelmed (for a while now i’ve liked to think the circuits can react to his emotions so something really strong like anger would make the circuits freak out and branch out more) 

Freeman

- based on his suit in In Your Dreams!! he matches with his family now!!

- the spiralling pattern on his cane is squid tentacle inspired and the paint glows in the dark cos i thought that was neat

- grey hairs,, unlike Doc its, unfortunately, stressed induced rather than a side effect of green goop

Loverboy

- so. many. PINS. this is still just a HANDFUL of his collection!

- his hairs filled with a lot more heart shaped curls and he often ties it in a lower ponytail or wears down, sometimes he puts hairclips and little decorations in it to match his pins!

- i think the several hundred hearts do a good job explaining themselves-

-and of course like B he has his name written on his earrings

NEW ADDITIONS: NEO AND SPORK!!!

Neo

- sort of mashed together 2 different refs i had of them and took the bone pattern from the trousers of the 2nd and instead turned it into a patch he stitched on, along with a clown patterned patch (this is specifically the clowngender xenogender flag)

- decided to make their hair a bit less spikey and more flowy ?

- pronoun badge!

- the shoes are based on his 1st design, the trousers are a little more blue just to try and break up all the dark greys and make the nails and shirt seem less out of place, kept the classic playstation hoodie

- his nails actually match with Swaps!

Spork

- i gave them earrings now- The one shown on the right (left??) ear is a pin and i did draw the other but it didn't look right as Sporks hair actually covers their ears so i drew over it

(and it was a lightbulb like on their hlvrv sprites)

- added a few more buttons to the cuffs of their shirt also

- i gave them a pocket with a notebook that they use for random notices, ideas and as a schedule diary

- (usually) safety pins worn are a way for the wearer to let people know they're a safe person for people who are often discriminated against or afraid, its a way to show you are safe, a symbol of solidarity and thats why i gave Spork one

#hlvrv headcanons #part 2! #hlvrv #cupids cringe #my art

[everygame]

Mighty Bomb Jack

Developed/Published by: Tecmo Released: 17/04/1986 Completed: 04/02/2024 Completion: Finished it with the standard ending and then used the Switch Online SP version to see the “best” ending.

There’s a few games out there that I categorise as “chippy” video games. Cabal. Robocop. Bomb Jack! Arcade games that would be in a beat-up, generic cabinet in the chip shop. A machine where you could barely see the screen for the ambient grease–plus the monitor is dull and burnt out anyway.

Do I view these games as such because specifically I remember seeing them in the chippy in my youth, not because Tecmo, Data East or Tecmo were all in on the chip shop industry? Of course. But Bomb Jack’s such a great example of a “chippy” video game anyway. It’s not the kind of game that’s going to draw a crowd in the arcade. It’s sort of off, visually, and in play. But if you’re waiting for them to do you a fritter, you’re going to put a 20p in anyway.

So what’s weird about Bomb Jack? It’s a single screen platform game, but it’s all about air control. Bomb Jack doesn’t just have a wee jump, he’s got this massive, drifty leap, and you control it by directing him with the joystick: up makes him jump higher, pushing down makes him fall faster. You’re trying to collect all the bombs on each stage, but preferrably in order--you always want to collect the next lit one. While you’re avoiding enemies of course, which is really what makes it so weird–you’re in this weird middle ground of not quite flying but trying to float and drift around the enemies that are seeking you. It’s like Pac-Man–you’re trying to nail your perfect route–but much messier. Less predictable.

Honestly, I sort of like Bomb Jack. I don’t think it’s a game you ever quite get comfortable playing–other jump styles are so much more ingrained–but there’s a pleasure to trying to execute your routes anyway.

Mighty Bomb Jack, however. Mighty Bomb Jack isn’t just Bomb Jack on the NES/Famicom, because it’s 1986, and while that might have flown before Super Mario Bros. (and it did: ports were massively successful on home computers in the UK) it’s just not going to cut it with savvy Famicom players. So Tecmo did what any sensible developer would do: they turned Bomb Jack into a platform game with scrolling levels, and then because that wasn’t enough, they made sure it was full of weird Tower of Druaga-esque secrets and warps. And for good nature, they kept in some single screen Bomb Jack levels because, well, it’s Bomb Jack.

The issue with Mighty Bomb Jack is immediately apparent. Bomb Jack’s big, drifty leap makes for a very strange feeling platform game where you have to like… go right. Enemies act just like they do in the original, too, meaning that you really just want to jump and drift them off screen immediately lest they seek you. Which actually makes most of the game sort of trivial because the levels are all short and once you know the pathing it’s all about getting through them as quick as possible. The warp system is also probably one of the most easily understood you can imagine (no Atlantis No Nazo confusion here) as you simply have to pick up the lit bomb last on each single-screen stage for it to skip you forward a full level. I’m not 100% sure this was as (originally) intended, because it would surely make more sense for you to be rewarded with a level skip for collecting every bomb in order, but it works because that’s still hard to do and if you skip a levels and die, you go back to the level you started skipping from. So there’s an interesting risk/reward there: you can choose to skip some levels, then purposefully not warp before an easier level to “save” your place if you think you might die later–or just use it to skip to how far you got in the game before.

Though I’m making it sound like a bit of a walkover, to avoid this there’s all that Tower of Druaga-type stuff. Levels are packed full of secrets that require you to jump in the correct place, or at the correct time, or multiple times, to make things appear. There are secret warps, secret treasure rooms, and you can’t beat the game with the “best” ending by warping there; you have to collect two crystal balls and 5 secret coins that (like all of these games) basically require you have prior knowledge to find. One of the most interesting things about Mighty Bomb Jack, actually, is there’s a completely obscure performance ranking known as “Game Deviation Value” and you can’t be too greedy because if you ever collect too many power-ups, you’re immediately sent to a “Torture Room” where you have to jump 50 times while avoiding enemies, just to go back to playing the game with all your power-ups removed!

Until you get to the very end–a punishing gauntlet of single screen challenges that throw you back to an earlier zone where you have to perform a challenging dance just to find a secret to get to the ending–Mighty Bomb Jack isn’t really that hard. It’s just very complicated. I haven’t even tried to explain here the system of powering up into different coloured Bomb Jacks because I’ve played all the way through this and I still don’t entirely understand it. This is a really good example of a team trying to hit the zeitgeist and overegging it entirely; but to be fair, if they’d just ported Bomb Jack instead even I’d be saying “well it’s just Bomb Jack, innit.” 

Of course, when I played this, I abused the warping so I just played the single screen Bomb Jack levels mostly because I like those best. You cannae win.

Will I ever play it again? Switch Online is a bit unusual as it often puts up “versions” of games that are just essentially save states to the ending/second loop or whatever, and while some are pointless, I rather like that here they put out a “High Deviation Value!” version where you are right at the horrible ending gauntlet with everything required to get the best ending. I could have bothered to do it for real, but it’s unpleasantly onerous so I didn’t. Anyway, as a result I have no reason to play this again.

Final Thought: That said, Mighty Bomb Jack is a rare example where the North American release was actually easier than the Japanese version, with many sections of the original requiring you jump way more times than you would ever think to and the entire best ending locked behind weird tricks like having to go to the next section with your score ending in 70. I suspect this is why the High Deviation Value version exists because who on earth has time for that.

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[yoshiyakiryu-archive]

I think that was the first drawing I've posted in a while instead of just sending through dms, trying to loosen up my art and make it messier and faster and not be such a perfectionist so this is yet another deliberately unpolished art era as a treat specifically for me and the people I inflict it on by hand out of affection

#fondly regarding the best neku i have ever drawn that only lives in discord dms #not the one I've been painting off and on since december 2021 whenever I get big gay feelings but I promise he's beautiful

[beforeyoufall-bk]

How Your Desktop Might Be Killing You

Don’t Let It, We Need You for Later

According to the internet, John Heywood once said "Out of sight, out of mind.” I not only believe this is true, but think the reverse is true as well!

For example, have you ever noticed that if you see food sitting on the counter, you tend to eat it faster than if it’s put away in the cupboard? A big part of why this occurs is that our eyes are constantly drawing our attention to objects that are in view. Anything we see on a daily basis has a profound effect on our behavioral habits, whether we realize it or not.

When it comes to food, one of the best ways to avoid overeating is to simply keep unhealthy snacks out of sight. This means keeping them in the pantry or cupboard instead of on the countertop or in plain view. But it’s not just food we should organize and keep in its proper place. We should regularly self-assess everything we surround ourselves with in life that enters our mind through visualizations.

Your Hidden Mirrors

There are many hidden mirrors in our lives that show us partial reflections of who we are. Your writing reflects the state of your mind. Your friends reflect parts of your morality; what you believe is right or wrong and how to treat others. There are many others hidden mirrors in life, but there are two that most of us overlook: Your PC and cellular phone desktops.

Both of our digital desktops are rarely seen or used by others, so it's easy to let things get cluttered and chaotic. But the truth is that those messy screens can make it harder to focus on any task you perform on them.

So next time you're feeling overwhelmed by your to-do list, take a few minutes to clean up your desktops. As we rarely realize that the messier your pc or device desktops are, the harder it can be to focus on the things you need to get done.

Now try taking a look at any of your hidden mirrors you think may need some tidying up, and go through the same process. You can try it with your room, your workspace, your tablet, your car, everything. Afterwards, you may be surprised at how much cleaning your hidden mirrors can help you focus and make it easier to perform your planned tasks each day.

Visualizations – Dreams and Gravity

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We have an odd way of gravitating towards and desiring what our eyes take in over time. Like a beautiful woman, man, or a bag of chips. Yes, those are my top 3. Anyway… Our eyes are constantly bombarded with visual stimuli, and over time, we develop a tendency to gravitate towards certain types of visual input.

This could be something as simple as a preference for certain colors or patterns, or it could be a more complex attraction to certain types of people or objects. Regardless of what it is that we're attracted to, the visual input that we take in on a daily basis plays a big role in shaping our desires and goals.

For example, if we see someone who is exceptionally beautiful or fashionable, it's only natural that we might start to desire those same qualities for ourselves. Similarly, if we see somebody achieving something great that we've always dreamed of, it can motivate us to start working towards that same goal. In a way, visualizations can act as powerful motivators, helping us to stay focused on our dreams and goals.

Of course, not all visual input is positive or helpful. Just as we gravitate towards things that we want, we can also gravitate towards things that we don't want. If we see somebody experiencing success, we have a choice to feel jealous or resentful. Alternatively, if we see somebody experiencing failure, it can make us feel anxious or discouraged. So, it’s very important to be aware of the impact that visualizations can have on our emotions and overall state of mind.

Although we might not realize it, our physical environment has a big impact on our mood, focus, and productivity. If we're not careful, they can have a very negative effect on our lives. That's why it is critical to take a few moments every now and then to tidy up our space and refresh our surroundings. And remain mindful of the content we allow into our lives both physically and digitally.

What You Let Into Your Sight, Eventually Becomes Part of You

It's been said that you are what you eat. And while that is true in regards to physical nourishment, it can also be applied to what you expose yourself to visually.

Epictetus was a Stoic philosopher who lived during the height of the Roman Empire. His belief that "you become what you give attention to" has resonated with people for centuries, and it continues to be relevant in our modern lives. When we allow something to enter our sight on a regular basis, it inevitably becomes part of us. This could be why athletes and fighters spend so much time watching game film or shadowboxing--they know that if they can visualize success, they are more likely to achieve it.

Every decision we make, every action we take, is influenced by what we allow into our sight. If we fill our minds with negative images and thoughts, we will eventually become negative and depressed. But if we fill our minds with positive images and thoughts, we will eventually become positive and successful.

The more I give thought to Epictetus’ claim that "You become what you give attention to," the more I feel it is pretty accurate for most things in life. So, let's make sure we are giving our attention to the things that will help us become the best version of ourselves.

Conclusion: Don’t Judge Yourself Too Hard & Do Not Fear Change

Anything our senses take in can have a profound effect on our thoughts and behavior, but what we habitually allow to enter our vision is something we can take for granted. So, whether it is your everyday physical surroundings or your digital devices, try to set aside some time each week to get rid of excess clutter and only keep what brings you joy in your line of sight.

One warning: Whenever we try something new, for better or worse, change is a constant and is inevitable. So do your best to not judge yourself too much whenever you try to add or subtract new things into your life. You didn’t judge yourself too harshly when you left that giant bag of chips on the counter and ended up eating all of it last week, did you? Then don’t judge yourself so hard whenever you fail, or succeed, at any adjustments like these.

By tidying up our physical and digital spaces and being more selective about what we allow into our sight, we can declutter our minds and create healthy habits for living both online and offline.

What will you do to begin reclaiming your visual space today?

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またね

I hope these thoughts are helpful. Thank you so much for reading. I Agape-Love you all.

Until next time, God bless.

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[bajitheestallion]

WET DREAMZ. - takemichi hanagaki

synopsis: i ain't ever did this before, no.

contains: slight femdom (?), perv takemichi, lowercapped, mentions of stalking sorta kinda, fem reader, this nigga NEEDS it, its obv he does, exhibitionism, mutual masturbation, mentions of a one night stand

a/n : listen to wet dreams - j. cole when reading, even if this isn't gonna be that long. mdni, etc etc all that good shit.

TAKEMICHI hanagaki isn't a pervert. he makes it obvious he isn't, well he thinks he does. he never notices how his eyes manage to fall on every dip and curve on your body as you cheerily talk to him with no intent. the way your lashes met and batted up at him while he couldn't help but tense up. the thought was always nudged off your shoulder because takemichi is always nervous around women, he's just nervous.

even if his hands always fell a little bit lower every time you hugged, how his breath hitched and his shoulders tensed whenever you even accidentally grazed upon him. even if you didn't notice how he peeked around corners and slid into alleyways right after you both split up to head home, the melodious sound of quiet grumbles and whimpers.

he was just a friend who was a bit inexperienced, you knew he was. you joked about it often, letting your warm fingertips drag across his chest whenever you walked past him. the bare minimum, obviously you weren't interested. he knew you werent, so he let this game of cat and mouse go on longer until his body finally got used to it. and surprisingly enough, he did!

that was until you had brought up the question.

"are you all still virgins?"

a bit of silence lingered with the sound of another table in the back hollered with the sound of some time of sports team doing something you were uninterested in. it was a fairly small get together, just a few life long friends. you, takemichi, mikey, draken, and mitsuya were sitting on bar stools with a wide variety of drinks on hand. the counter was wood and fairly fucked up, several carvings or drawings of what you assumed to be a vagina next to someones phone number, or the loving sight of initials with a heart around them. but you paid no mind.

"no. did it seem like it?" the first answer quickly tore the thick tension in the air you knew you'd create. of course, this was intentional, and of course draken was the first one to put it out there. "you forgot where i used to live?" he asked before letting his lips connect to the glass of his beer, eyes closed and relaxed.

takemichi flinches.

"i'm not either." mitsuya quickly chimed in with a hiccup sticking at his adam's apple, causing it to bob gently. "it was bound to happen, i guess i am a charmer." his hair is messier than it was when you all first met. his cheeks and nose are dusted a gentle red, as well at the tips of his ears.

you can hear takemichi stumble out of his seat.

mikey just nods and keeps sipping at the fifth drink he's had for the night.

takemichi waddles off without a word.

"y'think you caught him?" mitsuya looks towards you sluggishly, his eyes digging right into yours, "we, well i," he hiccups and looks a bit nauseous for a second, before regaining his composure. "i can tell you were waiting." and he was right, because you were waiting.

more importantly, so was takemichi.

and you know how takemichi gets when he's impatient.

considering his hand was in his hair and his back was against the wall of the fairly dirty bathroom. it was unfair. unfair how you got to prance around in small skirts and tight shirts that hugged your body in.. oh, so loving places. he can't help but stare and imagine his hands holding your waist passionately, thumb stroking your skin and tracing your v line.

ziiiiip.

hanagaki's face is flushed a bright red, he's practically shaking as he tugs his jeans and boxers down to the middle of his thighs. the feeling of the not too strong alcohol lingering in his system, huffing out of his mouth as he panted. waiting for his hard on to fling out and bead precum right at his red tip.

his dick is pretty. he doesn't know it though. it's not too small, but also not too big. around 5-6 inches, his tip is a bright red, and always twitches if he's that aroused. he covers his mouth with his shirt and lets his eyelids hesitate to touch before his finally starts moving his hand.

sure, it's not your mouth, nor your cunt. it'll do. he moves the shirt from his lips and seems a bit dazed, letting his tongue hang out a bit and let out a loooooong slow line of spit fall from the organ, right onto his neglected shaft as a make-do lube. his stroking is deathly slow, and his body is shaking and twitching against the cold wooden door.

you pressed your back against the door, making sure he heard the thud of your body touching it.

"how long were you waiting?" you expect him to take a while to respond.

"too long. t-too long." takemichi's voice is shaking and he sounds inches away from blowing his load on his stomach. he repeats himself since the first time he spoke, it was a bit too quiet. he slides down the door a little, his stroking getting a bit more messy at the sound of your voice. chest rising and falling in tune with his off-tuned breathing.

"i bet." your legs instinctively spread. you won't get caught right? the bathroom is pretty secluded. you let your body do the thinking and you start sliding down, letting your skirt ride up your thighs as you pull the thin cloth of your panties down your legs, kicking them off until it's around your left ankle. your middle and ring finger trace down your torso and fall right above your clit before starting to move in circle on top of it mindlessly.

"what were you thinking of?"

"you. like, a lot. a-a lot." he sounded quiet again, "i couldn't help but leave." it sounds like his hand is starting to move faster, which causes yours to as well. the sound of both of you attempting to stay quiet, letting your noises blend and hide within the loud booming of cheers on the other side of the bar. "you'd feel... so nice on top of me. so.. fuckin' pretty." his words seem a bit more jumpy and his moans sound more full. dripping with hints of lust and gentle bursts of evidence he was enjoying this a bit too much. you sink into his words, whenever he's like this you can always just let him take over your mind, explaining how your fingers were already inches away from slipping inside of your cunt.

"you'd look real nice when i'm inside of you. i wanna cum for you, r-real bad." your fingers slide in right as he says it, he really is in control, even if you thought you were.

the feeling of your fingers curling and nudging at all the sensitive spots hidden in your gummy walls as takemichi unknowingly let his his words fly right in one ear and to your cunt. floating words of pleads mixed with longing moans. you remember these in specific, you'll possibly remember it the rest of your life. he's got you in his hold when he least expected to.

"i really.. really wanna feel you. you're so pretty." with a gentle swallow of his spit at the end.

"'s.. 's.. close.. shitshithsihit.." his paces picks up then quickly slows down, and your fingers attempt to keep up.

the crowd on the opposing side of the bar grows quiet as you both reach your climax, causing the both of you to cover your mouth so no one managed to overhear.

he cums in spurts, his white load dripping down his knuckles as he finally lets his eyes open slowly. but, while he can catch his breath, you're a bit busy trying not to get called. "let's not make this a one time thing, huh hanagaki?" you say with a grin, being slightly taken aback at the sight of your phone screen lit up with a text.

"i-i mean.. okay?" he responds while you read the message.

shit.

' can we talk tmrw? '

' imy '

#!? feat. takemichi h. #!? dropped albums #tokyo revenegrs smut #tr smut #takemichi hanegaki smut #takemichi hanegaki #takemichi x reader #takemichi hanagaki x reader

[malfoysstilinski]

can’t even pt2 | JJ MAYBANK (+SMUT)

MASTERLIST

PAIRINGS: JJ Maybank x Reader, Rafe Cameron x Reader

WORD COUNT: 2.1k 

SUMMARY: part two of can’t even. jj and y/n can’t stay away from each other after their meeting on the beach. 

WARNINGS: smut, cheating, public sex, dirty talk, drugs, domestic violence, curse words

A/N: i actually wrote another version of part two but it was REALLY angsty so i wrote this one instead. hopefully it’s okay idk

PART ONE IS HERE

You couldn’t stop thinking about him. JJ Maybank, that was-- not your actual boyfriend. The incident on the beach had happened a week ago and Rafe seemed to not even remember arranging plans to meet you that night, so you never brought up the fact that he had left you lonely. 

Lonely if fucking JJ Maybank on the beach was considered lonely. 

Regret had followed you around for days, yet somehow, at the same time, all you wanted was for it to happen again. For JJ to stumble upon you again and for your lips to meet and for his hands to roam places only Rafe should go. 

“You’re being weird,” your boyfriend mutters, lifting his beer bottle to his lips and taking a swig. 

He’d said it quietly to not draw attention to the two of you sat on the couch at a party, his friends surrounding you but talking about something else. You tense slightly when his large hand grabs your thigh and his lips press against your ear. 

“What is wrong with you?” Rafe hisses. 

You stare at his hand on you and try to convince yourself that it feels the same as it did at the start of your relationship. That you still love Rafe like you did months ago before you realised how truly fucked he was. 

You grab his hand and squeeze it, turning so your lips are inches apart from each other. “It’s nothing,” you whisper. 

You pull him in by the back of the neck and Rafe kisses you back eagerly, yanking you by the hips. You’re practically on his lap when you hear a wolf whistle from Topper, causing the two of you to pull away from each other. 

“Get a room!” Rafe’s friend howls. 

Rafe rolls his eyes and smirks. He’s about to make some witty comment about actually having a girlfriend when one of his friends you don’t recognise pulls out baggies of white powder. Rafe’s eyes practically warm at the sight of them and he pushes you away from him to lean closer to the table the drugs are going to be sprawled out across. 

“Rafe,” you wrap your hands around his bicep as you try to whisper in his ear, not wanting to embarrass him in front of his friends. “You promised you were gonna try--”

“Leave it, Y/N,” Rafe huffs, “Just a line or two.”

Just a line or two. 

Rafe must think you’re completely stupid if he thinks you’d believe him. It was never just one or two with Rafe. He was a selfish and dependent person. It was never simply over with him-- he always went back for more. Always. 

You roll your eyes and stand up, drifting away from the boys who are about to snort their fathers’ money up their noses. There’s no point in trying to convince Rafe to not get high tonight. Rafe does what Rafe wants. 

You decide to go and find your favourite Cameron sibling instead-- Sarah. She was most likely around somewhere considering it was a Kook party celebrating the start of summer. Your eyes eventually landed on blond hair, but much shorter and messier. 

JJ. 

His blue eyes have already landed on yours before you can wonder what he’s doing at a Kook party. His lips tug upward into a small smirk and you notice his bottom one is split but healing. Somehow he still looks like the most handsome man at the party. 

You move closer to him unconsciously, like magnets or something. JJ has a red solo cup in his hand as he peers down at you. 

“What are you doing at a Kook party?” You ask him. 

“Invited by Kie, of course,” JJ shrugs his shoulders. “I get the best of both worlds.”

“Hm,” you release a small huff through your nose, amused. “I wouldn’t necessarily say this party is any good.”

Your tone is daring. It tells him everything he needs to know. 

“I’d have to agree,” JJ downs the rest of his solo cup and crumples it in his hand before he lets it tumble to the ground. His tongue darts out to collect the alcohol across his lips. “Let’s get out of here.”

...

“Oh, fuck,” you hiss, biting your lip as JJ slides into you. 

You look down at your bodies joining together and realise JJ’s doing the same thing, groaning to himself at the erotic sight. He presses you harder against the wall of Rafe’s home and pulls out before shoving into you roughly again. You gasp, arms wrapping around his shoulders to keep yourself up right. 

Your dress is hiked up and your panties moved to the side. Nobody would see anything if they rounded the corner of the large house, but they would know exactly what was going on from the sounds that left both your lips and the way JJ’s hips thrusted like was on a mission. 

You felt like you were slipping, legs shaking slightly, until JJ grabbed beneath your thigh and hauled it up to his hip. You understood what he was saying and jump, letting JJ catch you with both his calloused hands. His slender fingers squeeze your ass as he remains deep inside of you, a smirk on his face at the hazy expression you wear. 

“What would you do if Rafe came ‘round the corner right now, hm, darlin’?” JJ grins with gritted teeth as he thrusts particularly hard, making you bite down on his shoulder. “Would you let me carry on fucking you?”

“Yes,” you breathe, hands moving from the back of his hair to scrape at his back, his shirt riding up with them. “Let him know I’m yours.”

“That’s right,” JJ’s eyes darken possessively. “You’re mine.”

He pulls out of you and guides you so that you’re back on your feet. His hands grip your hips and he shoves you against the wall so your cheek is pressed against it. He squeezes your ass again and then thrusts his cock inside, pinning your arms behind your back. 

You feel like you could cry from the amount of pleasure you’re experiencing, whines and moans leaving your lips that made it sound like you were shooting some over the top dramatised porno or something. 

“Look at you,” JJ breathes, one hand holding your wrists back and the other gliding his fingers down your spine. “Such a pretty body. Such a shame I can’t have it all the time.”

You whine even louder, attempting to back up against him a little. JJ chuckles darkly and grabs your hips nearly painfully. It feels good with the pleasure though, especially when one hand breaks free to reach around and rub figure eights against your clit. 

“You’re soaked,” JJ mutters. “Who are you wet for?”

“You,” you pant. “Wet for you, JJ.”

“Damn right,” he lands a harsh smack to your ass and teases your clit even faster. “Those noises you make are so pretty, baby. So pretty.”

“I’m gonna cum,” you grab at the wall. 

“Do it,” JJ orders, slamming his hips into you roughly. “Cum around my cock, baby.”

His words have your eyes rolling into the back of your head and there’s no way that nobody heard your moans. JJ fucks you through it, not quitting until your body is left jerking in the aftermath. He pulls out and you seem to know what he wants. 

You turn and kneel, opening your mouth for him and sticking your tongue out. JJ grins, blue eyes twinkling. God, you’re perfect. He jerks his cock a few more times and then groans lowly, cum spurting out and landing on your tongue, a little on the side of your lip. 

You make eye contact with him as you swallow his seed and JJ wishes he could record it or something. Especially when you swipe away the remainder of his cum with your thumb, slipping into your mouth and sucking it off.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” JJ grunts as he zips up his trousers and helps you to your feet. 

“Thank you,” you giggle, surprised you’re not as ashamed as last time. “That was... good.”

“It was?” JJ furrows his brows. “I didn’t think you’d be back after last time.”

“Neither did I,” you admit in a whisper. “But it looks like I can’t stay away, huh?”

...

“Yes, yes, yes,” you squeal as you both reach your high together. 

JJ groans loudly underneath you and you can feel his warm cum fill you up. Your eyes flutter at the sensation before you pull yourself up and off of him, rolling onto your back next to the blond who was panting, staring up at the ceiling. 

“That was fucking amazing,” JJ grins as he rolls onto his side to look at you. 

The two of you had been hooking up for about three or four weeks now, not including the week you spent apart after the first time. You knew you needed to break it off with Rafe, you really did, but the boy was more concerned with drugs than you and it had gotten to the point where you were pretty sure he forgot the two of you were dating most of the time. 

Besides, you were honestly scared. Scared that if you told him that you didn’t want to be with him anymore that he would lash out and hit you... or worse. 

“I think I’m gonna do it today,” you say and JJ’s eyes light up. 

“Really?” He questions. 

“Mhm,” you look around at the room JJ spent most nights in in John B’s Chateau. “I don’t want to be that person. I hate doing this to him.”

“Do you want me to come with you?” He asks worriedly. 

“That will piss him off even more,” you scoff, shaking your head. “I think it’s best I handle this myself.”

“But it’s Rafe we’re talking about here,” JJ states the obvious as he sits up, pulling a shirt over his body. “He could get violent.”

That’s exactly why I’ve been putting it off, you think. 

“He’ll probably be more glad that he can snort as much coke as he wants now without me breathing down his neck,” you mutter. 

...

You stick to your word and later that night you find yourself outside the Cameron household. It’s quiet, just the family inside tonight. Sarah smiles when she opens the door to you and tells you that Rafe’s upstairs in his bedroom, so you take your time heading up the staircase. 

Please don’t get mad. Please don’t get mad. 

You knock on his door and hear some shuffling about before it opens. Your heart nearly stops when you realise Rafe’s as high as a kite. His pupils are dilated, the skin around his nose a little red and he’s breathing heavier than usual. He doesn’t even smile when he sees you, just moves aside. 

“What?” He mutters. 

“Rafe, we need to talk.”

There’s silence. Then he laughs. Rafe starts to cackle like a madman, and perhaps he is. He stops laughing after a few seconds and stares at you quite blankly. 

“Who’ve you been fucking, then?” Rafe suddenly demands, mood flipping like a switch. “Come on! Topper, is it? John B on the boat? Come on, Y/N! I’ve seen the hickies!”

“Rafe,” you cower backwards. “I think it’s best we just end our relationship here--”

“I don’t want to be with a used slut, anyway,” Rafe growls, grabbing your wrist and squeezing. 

You yelp before you rip it out of his grasp and shove him back as hard as you can by the chest. “Me? Me a used slut? You’ve cheated on me with half the tourons that come through this fucking isla--”

You’re smacked across the face next, your head flying to the side in shock. Everything’s silent aside from Rafe’s heavy breathing as he waits for your next move. You hold your cheek, pulling back finding blood on your cheek.

“Bye, Rafe,” you mutter and start to leave.  

“That’s it, then?” Rafe yells after you, sounding somewhat panicked. “You’re not gonna fight back? You’re just gonna let me do that!?”

Before you shut his bedroom door behind you, you send him a small smile and think of the blond who will be more than furious to see the growing bruise on your cheekbone. 

“Don’t worry, Rafe. You’ll get what’s coming to you.” 

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#jjmaybankimagine #jj maybank smut #jj maybank imagine #jj imagine #jj maybank x reader #jj obx imagine #jj obx #obx #outerbanks #outer banks #outerbanks imagine #outer banks imagine #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron imagine

[spinaroos-47]

Building a Replacement - The Owl House Oneshot

Synopsis: Hunter finds out what Belos has been working on besides the portal.

(Left open ended in case the Hunter grimwalker theory ends up wrong. And also Belos' intentions, if he wished or not for Hunter to go to eclipse lake)

(Written right after eclipse lake released but before yesterday's lie)

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His expression was blank as he barely could read what was written on the pages. This couldn't be it, it couldn't be.

Not much before that moment, he had snuck out to the portal room. Belos was busy with something else, he couldn't show the key to him right away, so in the mean time, he took the opportunity of being there all by himself, now that he was useful again. Now he could focus on other not so urgent things.

His mind was warely curious about the book he spotted earlier there. It wouldn't hurt to take a peek and see what it's about, maybe it had something to do with the portal, some of the things that Belos wouldn't tell him about it. Belos wouldn't have to know about this, it was just to satisfy his curiosity.

It still scared him, though. His heart raced as he opened the door, realizing how tense he was only when he let out a sigh, relaxing his shoulders slightly. The palisman was on his pocket, he could feel them moving there, trying to get more comfortable on their hiding spot. He reached his hand to where they were, giving them a quick head scratch, which got answered with a quiet chirp.

Always looking around, he slowly went up to the book, picking it up as carefully as he would be doing with a crystal ball, the age of the book giving him even more reason to do it like so.

There were strange drawings on the left page, and a list of ingredients on the right. His eyes stopped on the title above the list.

Grimwalker.

Then, below it, the list had many questionable ingredients.

Galdorstone (heart & power).

Palistrom wood (keratin).

Stonesleeper lungs.

Selkidomus scales.

Bone of ORTET.

All these ingredients made him anxious, although he couldn't figure out why. Many things the coven had been searching for were there. A galdorstone, palistrom wood, selkidomus scales (so that was the reason he told him to slay it? But then why would he not ask him to collect it's scales?). What was a grimwalker? What was Belos wanting to do with it?

His focus turned to the other page, full of diagrams and checkmarks. A weight on his chest started to settle in, as his hands held the book tighter. His eyes couldn't focus on anything that was written there, bouncing from one image to another as his brain connected the dots.

Red eyes, the nose, the ingredients, the maturity stages, the-

He dropped the book as if it was made of fire. He didn't even care about the loud thud it made when it fell. It was getting hard to breathe, heart and mind racing, ears glued to the sides of his head, stepping away from the book, still staring at it.

What did this all mean-

The door suddenly opened, Hunter froze in place, his whole body tensing up, to the point he could feel this dull, hard pain on his arms.

He did not dare to look behind his shoulder. He didn't need to. Who else would be there?

"Hunter? What are you doing here? You know what i have told you about being alone in here."

Belos.

"Emperor Belos. I-I...I thought you might have been here."

He heard the mask being taken off, he still hadn't turned around to face his uncle. Slow footsteps approached him.

"I thought I had told you I had important matters to solve."

A hand was placed on his shoulder. Hunter was trying his damn best to not let the trembling be noticeable, to a mixed success.

"I'm sorry. I just... I didn't know where to find you." His eyes were still wide open, in shock of the reveal, scared out of his mind by what could happen right now.

"Do you want to see the human realm that badly? I understand your eagerness, but it would be safer for you to not stay here alone. It can be dangerous when you do not know how to operate it. Besides, the operation at the knee was a total failure, it will take longer than i expected to truly activate the portal."

Kikimora. She must have already told him. She must have snitched on him. His breathing got faster and messier, barely able to keep it under control.

"I... I was already getting out... I didn't touch the portal."

Belos' grip on his shoulder tightened for a second, making him jump.

"And why were you searching for me that badly? It is very late right now, Hunter."

Oh no.

"I...uh, I just wanted to know for how long I'll have to stay in the castle."

It was nerve-wrecking to lie to him. Didn't feel right. It felt like daring to stay out into the boiling rain.

Hunter still didn't attempt to look at his face. Belos certainly knew what he had done, that he was sure. The deafening silence didn't help with his situation.

"We should leave this coversation for tomorrow. It can wait a few more hours. When we can talk better about this."

Hunter nodded slowly, tightly gripping his gloved thumb.

"...I understand." And as he made his way to the door, he stopped as he felt the emperor staring at him again.

"And Hunter," he started. "just let it be known that I will forgive this...disobedience this time, but you better not repeat this. Understood?"

He froze again, mortified. He really didn't think this through, did he?

His throat dried up, as he rushed to answer with a nod.

"...u...understood."

"Good night then, Hunter."

He closed the door as he got out of the room, still shaking.

It was a given now.

He was going to be replaced.

#its a shock to realize your life might be all a lie but his greatest worry right now is being replaced more than being a grimwalker #the owl house #toh #golden guard #hunter toh #emperor belos #alec talks #alec writes #writing #long post #yeah this has been sitting on the drafts for a month basically finished #it does seem to lean more towards belos not having wanted him going to the lake but it is meant to be read as also him messing with+ #+ Hunter's head about it. i do think belos wanted hunter to go there but im leaving it open if im proven wrong

[heyyyharry]

"you drew stars around my scars but now i’m bleeding”

(a blurb from the My Girl Series)

…in which Y/N tells herself this is the last time.

Warning: SMUT (car sex)

Word count: 2.8k

AU: older!harry (4-year age gap), actor!harry, childhood best friends, friends with benefits.

“DON’T CALL ME KID! DON’T CALL ME BABY! LOOK AT THIS GODFORSAKEN MESS THAT YOU MADE ME!” 😔 inspired by folklore.

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“Did anyone see you leave?”

“No,” Harry said, leaning back and spreading his legs as she worked his zip down. She’d been thinking about this all day, but he didn’t have to know that. If men knew how much you wanted them, they’d only want you less At least that was from her personal experience.

She took his cock out of his pants, fingers curling over the smooth, hot skin of his shaft and sliding up to tease at the edge of his foreskin. The head of Harry’s prick was already slick, and she sucked his precum off her fingers before licking her palm and stroking and squeezing around him until he whimpered. They had done this so many times that she knew his body even better than he did. She knew how to work him up, how to run her thumb over the head of his cock so he’d buck into her grip and whimper her name. But she didn’t want to hurry.

She struggled a bit to get her pants off, hating that they were in the backseat of his car instead of her place or his. They’d usually meet at hers, but her neighbour was having a party tonight; it’d be impossible for Harry to come and go without being recognised and photographed. But she didn’t need a fancy hotel room or a comfortable bed, because they were just hooking up. Nothing more, nothing less.

“Should have worn a blood dress,” she muttered, fighting her bunched-up jeans and kicking them under the front seat.

Harry laughed, but as soon as she peeled off her damp panties, his breath caught and his nostrils flared. She knew his car would smell like them at the end of the night when he drove home alone, and something about that erotic thought turned her on even more.

She gracefully slid into his lap. His hand slipped down to stroke at the silky heat of her pussy, two fingers opening her up, spreading her slick and rubbing at her clit until she began to tremble. She clutched his wrist to still him so she wouldn’t come on his fingers then kissed him before he could say a word. She bit his lip, curled her free hand into his messy hair, and moved her hips so she could rub the thick crown of his cock against her.

She’d been on the pill lately, so it was easy to just grab for his dick and guide it into her. He loved it when she told him how big he was, how full she made her feel, murmuring filthy words into his ear as he fucked her, hard and fast, flushed with the praise. But when they were as horny as they were tonight, she didn’t have to say anything; she couldn’t. Her mouth hung open without making a sound as she felt the first, deep, blunt push of his cock into her pussy. It always ached a little no matter how many times they’d had sex. He always stretched her so good, but she was too wet to need a pause.

“God, I missed you,” he hissed, filling her to the brim as she settled into his lap. She tried to ignore the effect those words had on her, and to not wonder if he really missed her or only what she was willing to give him.

She clung onto his neck and shoulders and clenched down as his hand went under her thighs, lifting her, moving her on the length of his cock. The head slid over her g-spot, and she gasped and ground harder against him. His fingers clenched around the backs of her thighs as he let her set the pace and planted sloppy kisses down the side of her neck. He nuzzled her hair out of the way and made small noises against her hot skin.

She rode him faster, snapping her hips against his and making him moan. She wondered if they were shaking the car and somehow felt thankful for the fact that the car park was empty. They weren’t trying to keep it lowkey anymore.

Harry whispered her name as his fingers dug into her thighs. She can feel his dick flexing inside her. She knew he was close. He always waited on her like a true gentleman, and she kissed him clumsily as she slid a hand down to rub at her clit.

What shoved her to the edge was the way Harry groaned and bit his lip as her moving fingers brushed the base of his cock. His hips jerked, and they were both so close for each other. Her slick pussy started pulsing as she sobbed into his mouth and he squeezed her tighter, so tight she could feel his fingernails leaving marks in the soft flesh of her thighs. She would go home alone with those marks as a reminder of this moment, and she’d either feel bad about it or want him even more. Usually both.

“Yes, baby, come for me.”

And those were the words that set her off. Him calling her baby was her ultimate weakness, even if it might not mean anything to him. His thrusts were getting faster, messier, driving into the tight clench of her as she cried out and ground her hips. She shuddered against him as she came again.

“Gonna,” he whispered, his hips stuttering and his fingers tightened, and then he was spurting hotly into her, filling her up until his come was trickling back down over his balls. She was already thinking of the way he’d have to tug his coat close just in case he ran into the paps. Meanwhile, she would go back to her flat still feeling the hot pulse of him having been in her. Everything about it was dirty, and she loved it.

Harry rested his head back as she started nipping at the side of his neck, feeling his pulse racing beneath her lips. “That was...so good,” she said, still breathless.

“I know.” He gave a soft laugh which turned to a groan as she slipped off his still-hard, sensitive cock. She grabbed his face and pulled his lips back to hers. His hands burned against her back, drawing her close.

They’d had sex, again. And he still wanted her.

She had no idea why she must reassure herself that he wanted her every single time they were together. Perhaps because this felt surreal. Because if she told her teenage self that someday she’d be having sex with Harry in the backseat of his car, that girl would not believe it. In her memory, Harry had always been untouchable. Yet here he was, burying his face into her neck and inhaling her scent as if she were air. She could feel his heartbeat against her chest. This felt real. Even though she knew it was anything but.

“Kid.”

His voice snapped her back to reality. Her eyes flinched open and she saw his face twisted with worry as he took her wrist and removed her arm around his neck.

Her heart wavered at the thought that he’d finally decided that this was wrong and wanted to end this. Wouldn’t it be cruel? To say he didn’t want this anymore after he’d just finished inside her? Would he tell her to get out of the car and leave her here all on her own?

To her surprise and confusion, he lifted her arm, still catching his breath. That was when she realized he was peering at the scars on her forearm. “How did you get these?” he asked.

“I fell.”

“When?”

“A few weeks ago.” She giggled. “It’s no big deal. I was running for the bus and the pavement was slippery.”

Harry frowned. His gaze slipped from hers as he leaned in and pressed a kiss to the scar. Her heart leapt involuntarily. And she hated herself for it.

“Remember when I used to draw stars around your scars,” he whispered, his dimples darkening in the dim streetlight. The memory of the happier days warmed her from inside out, and she felt it showing on her face.

“Because I said my legs looked ugly after my bike accident,” she said timidly.

“You fell a lot back then.” Harry looked up, his forehead creasing as if he was trying to remember one of those times. “I thought you’d get less clumsy when you grew up but I guess I was wrong.”

Grinning, she wrapped her arms around his neck. “You can always draw stars around my new scars.”

“Or,” he kissed the corner of her mouth, “you can stop running in the rain.”

She laughed as she kissed him again and pretended that they weren’t in the backseat of his car in an empty car park, that they didn’t have to sneak around, that whatever she was feeling right now was valid, that he would rather be with her than go back to the world where she did not belong.

And so they finished cleaning up and laughing for a whole minute about the stain on his crotch. As she pulled her jeans back on and he adjusted his clothes, what had felt like a euphoric rush now felt like shame and a bit of regret. She shrugged it right off. It was normal. No one should be proud if they had to drive to a place like this to have sex just so they wouldn’t be seen together.

Then, the thought of them being seen together briefly crossed her mind. How would he react if the world found out? Would he be ashamed? Would he end this? Or would he say fuck it and risk it all for her?

She twisted her hair into a low bun, secured it with her scrunchie and turned to face him. To her surprise, he was giving that goofy dimpled smile that her thirteen-year-old self would write ten pages about in her journal. It was funny how he’d always been so close yet always felt a thousand miles away. She knew she was his girl, but had he ever been hers?

She reached up to fix his hair, only using it as an excuse to run her fingers through it. He took another glance at her scars and frowned a bit, which made her wonder why they bothered him so much. Was he finally paying attention to her imperfections?

“Have you got a pen?” he asked.

She looked at him funny but still answered, “Yeah, I always carry one around to take notes.” Then she reached for her bag in the passenger seat, fumbled for her black pen and gave it to him.

He clicked the pen open and scooted closer, tucking her arm under his as he held onto her wrist and carefully drew stars around her scars.

“Really?” she giggled, and he shushed her.

“Don’t move. Do you want ugly stars?”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Oh, baby, when I’m done, you’ll want to get ‘em tattooed.”

Her smile thinned as a chill coursed through her. He needed to warn her before calling her baby. It did inexplicable things to her; things she wasn’t so proud of.

“There you go,” he said and clicked the pen close with a victorious smirk upon his face.

She peered at the stars he’d drawn and raised both eyebrows. “Not bad.”

“Hey, I’m twenty-four years old. I should draw better than when I was thirteen,” he said with a shrug, laced their fingers together and kissed the back of her hand, as one would to their girlfriend. Why was she thinking of that word right now? What had gotten into her? She wasn’t this person.

The sound of a text broke the silence in the car and Harry groaned loudly before fumbling into the pocket of his coat draped around the driver’s seat. He unlocked the screen, the bright light illuminating his face. His dimples deepened as he read the message and typed something into his phone. She heard a whoosh of the message being sent, then a ding of a new one arriving. The serenity of their own world had been intruded by this person who was texting him.

She didn’t want to care who it was, who made him smile and shake his head and bite his lip as he thought of something to write back to make the person smile, too. She didn’t want to care if he was going to see this person once he’d dropped her off. She didn’t want to know if he’d wake up alone tomorrow or in bed with a beautiful woman. That wasn’t how their ‘thing’ was supposed to work. She was supposed to mind her own business. But she wasn’t to blame, for he wasn’t supposed to draw stars around her scars, kiss them like he meant it, and called her ‘kid’ and ‘baby’ as if this was special.

It wasn’t.

She wasn’t.

“It’s late,” he said and tucked his phone into the pocket of his jeans. It’s not late, she wanted to say, but she didn’t. “I’ll drive you home.”

She felt the urge to ask if he had other plans later. The question lingered at her throat, yet she swallowed it down.

“I can walk home,” she said, putting on her coat as he’d already put on his and seemed so eager to get rid of her.

“Alone? At this hour?” he asked, his eyes wide. “Kid, don’t be ridiculous. I’ll drive you.”

“It’s too risky,” she sighed. “I bet that most of my neighbour’s party guests are just arriving. His parties usually last all night long.”

She’d almost used it as an excuse to spend the rest of the night with Harry. She guessed it wasn’t happening now. She could either let him drive her home to get some more time with him or be smart about this and not put themselves in danger of being seen together. They weren’t so far from her block and she didn’t mind walking.

“I can’t let you walk home alone at night, Bambi,” he said. There was the same tone that her father would use. Moments like this reminded her that he was older and she would always be just a kid to him.

“Fine. I’ll call Alice to pick me up.”

Alice was her co-worker. But of course, she wasn’t going to bother Alice.

Harry studied her expression for a long moment as if to check if she was lying. Surprisingly, he believed her, or he had no choice but to believe her so he could leave as fast as he could.

“All right,” he said, leaned in and kissed her forehead, his lips hot against her skin. “Call me when you get home safe, okay?”

“Okay.” She pressed her lips into a smile and got out of the car.

Harry insisted on waiting until Alice arrived, but she threatened him with the fact that Alice was a big fan of his, and she’d be the last person who should find out about their “thing”, whatever this was. So Harry left first. The pained expression that he gave her before he drove off somehow made her feel reassured. Or was she just looking for any sign that showed that he cared about her more than he appeared to be?

Tearing her gaze from the empty street, she secured her bag on her shoulder and wrapped her arms tightly around herself. As she walked home, she kept pulling up her sleeve to check if the stars Harry had drawn were still there. She knew she’d have to wash them off later in the shower. Still, she wanted to keep them as good as new for as long as they lasted.

The longer she looked at them, however, the heavier her heart became. She could not help but recall the feeling she’d had when he’d kissed them, and guilt washed over her as her heart started sinking to the bottom of her chest. And so she told herself this would be the last time, that she’d not answer his call ever again. No more secret meetings and false hopes and daydreaming. If she didn’t want to bleed, she should stop running in the rain.

But there was something about running in the rain – the excitement, the longing, the feeling of being washed clean even though you’d arrived home shivering, drenched, and covered in mud. And so she knew this wouldn’t be the last time. She’d keep running until she fell and could not get up.

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[ask-wiltmichaels]

((Hi y'all!! Mod here, just wanted to talk a bit about my absence and stuff to expect in the future. I haven't abandoned this blog, just been a lil overwhelmed with real life stuff, school, work, all that jazz. I was considering making a post or writing in the description that I would go on hiatus but I wasn't sure if I should since I tend to be slow when it comes to posting anyways.))

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[uglyshirtsinc]

AIGHT HERE WE GO BUCKLE UP!! Endermen hybrids Illumina, Purpled, and Ranboo! With a sprinkle of Technodad and Sonboo, a drizzle of Little Brother Purpled and Big Brother Punz, with a side of Illumina and Fruit friendship! Less go! This was meant to be a ramble but literally ended up a fic outline?? Could even be read as a fic if you wanted??? What the hell 6 am me???

Endermen hyrbid are valuable because since they're half human instead of making enderpearls they make eyes of ender, and they respawn like humans do so they're used to farm ender eyes.

Ranboo meets Illumina and Purpled after being kidnapped and separated from his dad at the wee age of eleven meets sixteen year old Illumina and eleven year old Purpled.

He's tossed into a cell with the two of them, Illumina being there to calm the younger two down after being used for the farm. Whenever Illumina is brought back to the cell, he cares for the boys and dotes on them, acting much more worried and clingy that normal. They let him take care of them, knowing that keeping them safe calms him.

They talk about their lives before being taken, Illumina talks about the adventures he and his friend Fruit would go on. The dangerous things they did. He promises the boys to one day show them cool tricks, using the excuse of "the cell is too tiny and someone would get hurt" as to why he can't show them off there, not wanting to tell them the little portions of food he recieves (even less considering he gives most to the boys) has eaten away at his strength.

Purpled talks about his adoptive brother Punz who's just a bit older than Illumina, at age seventeen. How he was a cool mercenary hired to do "super secret" stuff and protect people. He tells them about his trident and tomahawk.

When Ranboo opened up, it gave Illumina his first real sense of hope he's had in a long time. Ran talks about his dad, emperor of the Antarctic Empire and faithful patron of the powerful Blood God. Illumina had heard of the Arctic Empire's hybrid son and after story after story began to believe that Ran really was the prince of the Empire. Ran's father obviously loved him, each story leaving him in tears of either longing or laughter. His father would be searching for them, and he would find them.

Weeks turned to months and nothing changed, until Ran was on the floor screaming in pain and Purpled was hiding in the corner wailing in fear. Illumina could hear cracking, popping, and spotted two hard lumps just next to Ranboo's shoulder blades and realized he wasn't just some Enderman hybrid, but rather a dragon hybrid. When the pain finally subsided and their captors returned to take the two young boys Illumina knew what he had to do.

He didn't know much of Gods and patrons, only what he read while searching the strongholds with Fruit after their latest adventure.

Patrons were messy, being worthy to have one and be a follower was even messier. But within that moment, he didn't care. Thousands of voices in his head was better than having to witness those monsters that held them captive force Ran to cough and gag and wheeze in attempt to get Dragons Breath from the boy. It was worth it to return Purpled to his brother, to see the boys eyes light up the same way they did when Ran said his dad would save them. And for just a moment, Illumina let himself be selfish. It was worth it to get to hold his best friend close, to be strong enough to scale buildings and run from golems they'd messed with. To see the sunrise over a snowy mountain, to show the world he was faster, stronger, and smarter than anyone imagined.

Cutting his hand on a jagged rock sticking from the walls that he had warned the boys about so often, be used his own blood to draw the symbol. When it glows and the world fades, stands before him a towering man with hair as white as snow, wearing the finest attire fit for a king, dressed in gold with everything he wore.

Wordlessly, a deal is made and as their hands shake Illumina is staring into dark, ruby red eyes sparkling with a beast like excitement. The Blood God speaks and tells him "They have been waiting." And Illumina knows what he means.

When the world returns, his ragged and dirty clothes are replaced by the ones he would wear before the monsters took him. A pouch of emeralds hangs from his belt and a familiar black mask covers his nose and mouth. His strength has returned, but at a cost he has yet to find out.

There's no whispers, no cries, no one yelling in his head. There's no insanity blocking his train of thought. No amnesia. He is Illumina.

He wraps himself with the one thin blanket they were allowed, curling up near the gate to keep himself and his clothes covered.

Purpled is first to return and Illumina places a figer over his lips, signaling Purpled to stay quiet. When Ran returns, it takes Illumina less than thirty seconds to have the monstrous man on the ground unconscious. Ran and Purpled watch in awe as he checks the horrid man for anything of value to them. A ring of keys, a pouch of coin, an iron sword, and a map are all Illumina deems worthy.

While his strength has returned, he's mindful of the boys and their weak bodies. He carries Purpled on his back, the violet eyed boy the smallest out of them all.

It takes hours to escape their prison mostly undetected. When they do, Illumina grabs the first horse he can find that's saddled up and tells the boys to hold on as he rides off.

The map was appreciated beyond comprehension. It doesn't take long to find a town and get the boys proper clothing that will survive the journey to the Arctic. Keeping them close and their heads down they get what they need tools wise and leave before the sun can even set.

It's hard, telling Purpled that he'll have to wait even longer to see his brother, but promises once they return Ranboo home that Punz can come there to take him home. If Illumina must admit, he chooses Technoblade first because once it hits the news of the princes return and Illumina's name is spread, he hopes Fruit will come and find him, even if they have to meet in the middle.

Throughout the terror and pain, they push through. From the nights they got separated, Purpled clinging to Ran and assuring the dragon hybrid Illumina will find them, fighting off zombies when Ran couldn't stand straight to hold a sword. The relief when Illumina scoops them both into his arms and holds then tighter than before.

With hunters hot on their tail they can't afford to stop and it takes four months itself to reach the borders between the Arctic Empire and whatever land they found themselves in.

Ran's wings have grown in, one a dark, scaley black with brilliant green in the folds between each bone. The other is a is white and reminds Illumina of a jellyfish, bits and tassles hanging from the wing giving it a much more fragile, paper thin appearance. Both are incredibly strong, despite their looks, and it's often the intimidation factor the two wings bring that gets them out of sticky situations.

A year has passed since they've been held in captivity, Illumina now seventeen and the boys twelve.

Illumina buys the cheapest tickets to the Empire, having to hold Ran's hand to keep him from teleporting ahead in excitement. He cries multiple times, the feeling of finally being free and so close to home hitting him like a truck. Illumina sees the excitement on Purpleds face, knowing after Ran he gets his family too.

They arrive on the island and immediately Ranboo is dragging them the way to the inner walls. Claiming to know his home like the back of his hand. Passing by a few guards, Purpled asks why they don't just tell the guards they have the prince.

"The guards were the whole reason Ranboo ended up where he was, plus they could try killing us immediately thinking we took Ran. I can't risk putting you two in any more danger." Is the reply he gets.

They teleport to the other side of the walls easily, walking to the other, and teleporting. This repeats for two days till they reach the inner most wall. Techno stands on a platform in the town center, his expression showing no emotion and stance as proper as ever. Just watching him stand so straight makes Illumina's back ache.

Ranboo sobs on the spot and before he can call for his father and rush forward a hand is placed on Illumina's shoulder with a harsh grip.

The guard asks who they are, saying they most definitely are not meant to be there, and within that moment a rage so heavy it hits Illumina like a tidal wave.

A year of torture and pain, months of walking and risking his life to get here and right as he can reach it someone stops him. Illumina barely registers it before the boys jump back screaming and he's pulled his sword out to hit the other man.

He faintly hears cries of "Harvey!" As more people rush towards them. He can only focus on his blade pressing against the man, Harvey's, sword and the deep laughter filling his mind.

"It seems you've finally been broken into." The Blood God thinks aloud.

He yells for Ran to run to his dad who's being ushered of stage, his speech being cut short.

Ran looks between his father who has yet to notice him and then back to Illumina who's risked so much for him. To Purpled, who looks horrified and is trying his hardest to pull back Illumina.

And he chooses them.

Jumping between Illumina and Tapl he unfurls his large wings and yells out with a slightly staticy voice "Stop!"

And it's as if the world has stopped, the Blood God no longer speaking in Illumina's mind, Purpled can sag his shoulders in relief, and all eyes are on them.

He looks into Tapl's heterochromatic eyes and in a voice barely above a whisper says "Stop attacking my family."

Tapl steps back, the other guards step back. All can easily recognize the missing Prince, from the two-toned hair to the sparkling eyes only he possesses.

His name is breathed out and demands attention. Ranboo turns to gaze at his father from across the short distance and it's real.

They meet in the middle and Ran holds his father like a scared child, and Techno allows himself to crumble and cry. He cries for the child thought to be dead, stolen from him by those he trusted. He cries for the year and months he's spent separated from him. They cry together, and tears of pent up pain turn to tears of happiness. His grandfather and uncles appear soon enough, he's wrapped in hugs so tight and a pair of wings so warm he could fall asleep.

Purpled and Illumina and thanked for bringing him back, and all Illumina asks is for them to help them find their homes. A message is sent far and wide of Purpled's reappearance and it takes less than a month for a blonde boy, fresh i to adulthood to come crashing through the castle doors and Purpled to find himself wrapped in his big brothers arms once more.

Punz sobs so loudly it's heard from across the palace, clinging to his baby brother and cradling him like a baby.

You'd think after the royal family just about got on their knees to thank him, Illumina would be used to it and stop being so embarrassed, but something about seeing Purpled light up like he's dreamed of seeing the boy do and finally getting to see with his own two eyes the brother he talked about makes him very thankful for the mask there to hide his flushed cheeks.

Ranboo and Purpled aren't ready to let go, so Punz stays with his brother in the castle for awhile.

Illumina is asked thousands and thousands of questions, where they were taken, how they escaped, etcetera.

He takes Techno aside and confesses the deal he made in return for their freedom. He confesses he has yet to know what he's given up to the Patron and his fears. He confesses that He couldn't bare the thought of young Purpled loosing his hope and being raised in a place like that, Ranboo being hurt worse and worse for bottles of acidic breath.

He apologizes for being selfish and wanting to find his family.

And for the first time in forever, he's being held in the safety of a warm hug. He gets to cry and be comforted, he gets to be weak.

It takes longer, but one day new face appears and after four years he breaths in that ridiculously sweet scent of green apples and sweet fruits that Fruit Berries always had. He hugs his friend once again.

They show the boys their tricks, as Illumina promised. They watch them do stupidly dangerous things that make Phil, Techno, and Wilbur flinch and jump to catch the two seventeen year olds, always groaning in faux annoyance watching them land safely, Phil claiming this'll give him a heart attack and Wilbue and Techno agreeing their stupid (while impressive) actions are gonna be bad influences on their sons. Wilbur calls it quits after they manage to drag Punz in, the mercenary dueling the two of them and trying to see whether strength or agility are better. Purpled is torn between cheering for either family member and just yells words of encouragement a lot.

For once in a long long time, they're safe.

#blood tw #tw blood #kidnapping tw #tw kidnapping #mcyt #mcytblr #punz #illumina #illuminahd #purpled #ranboo #ranboolive #technoblade #ph1lza #philza #wilbur soot #tapl #jt wasnt mentioned but the otber gusrds are skeppy bad ant n sam #fanfic #to the anon of mine that mentioned them farming ranboo for ender eyes you enabled this i hope u know #but i made it WORSE and added PURPLED AND ILLUMINA

[jaeminzie]

worth it | l.dh

↳ lee haechan x gender nuetral!reader

synopsis: having a turtoring session with fratboy!hyuck that you were bribed into turned into a cuddle session, but he definitely didn’t mind at all

genre: fluffff

word count: 2,123

you rubbed your head in frustration as the memory kept replaying in your head, making you regret your past decision. earlier in the day, lee donghyuck was practically begging you to tutor him for his upcoming exam. you were so set on saying ‘no’ because you very much disliked the guy but he began to wave fifty dollars in your face. and you, a broke college student, completely forgot about all the unfavorable feelings towards the boy and gave in.

but as hours passed by, you began to reconsider if spending time with donghyuck was worth fifty dollars. maybe if it were doubled then you wouldn’t be second-guessing your past decision. you looked at your phone to check the time, just to see if it was too late to back out now. and unfortunately for you, it was.

you let out a loud groan in the middle of the student café lounge area that you and your best friend, renjun, were relaxing in. “nice to see you doing well, y/n.” renjun took a pause from drawing on his sketchbook and looked up smiling mockingly at you to which you didn’t respond to in any way shape or form. the smile dropped and a wave of annoyance took over his facial expressions. “okay, what is it. are you hungry? you should’ve just aske-”

“i’m not always hungry.” you rolled your eyes at him and lowered yourself in your seat. “it’s donghyuck-”

“oh god. then whatever it is, that obnoxiously loud groan was valid.” he groaned with you. renjun never had a good impression on donghyuck because he didn’t brake his car for renjun when he was trying to walk across the pedestrian crosswalk, and donghyuck never said sorry nor look apologetic. instead, he just gave renjun trauma. he’s the reason why renjun always wait ten seconds minimum before crossing the street. although it gets annoying, his lost face before crossing reminds you of a cute kitten which makes up for the long wait. “what did he do this time?”

“he’s paying me to tutor him at his frat.” his face was evident in disgust and empathy. “i’m regretting saying yes because i’m too exhausted to deal with him.” you whined and put your face in your hands, rubbing it harshly in an attempt to wake yourself up.

“y/n, you are so strong.” he grabbed your hand away from your face and rubbed your hand awkwardly as he looked at you with apologetic eyes. “no but seriously, text me when he starts acting up. i’ll have jaemin with me for backup because i mean.” he lifted up his arms and tried to flex his arm muscles. key word: tried. “you know.”

you let out a chuckle, closed your eyes, and let your head fall back. “i’ll definitely be live texting you whenever he says and does something stupid.”

“so basically, what you’re saying is that you’ll be texting me every second. might as well have me on facetime.” 

you looked back at your best friend who was showing a toothy grin. “basically.” you checked your phone again and saw that if you didn’t leave now then you’d be late to the session. “fuck, i gotta get going. please wish me luck.” you lazily got up, got your bag and stood still in front of renjun with a face that was screaming ‘help me.’

“c’mon at least you’re getting paid, right?”

“you’re right, i need to stop being such a child.” you sighed and tried to erase every negative thought and feeling inside of you.

“kick his ass if he acts up though.” he raised an eyebrow at you.

you scoffed, “of course of course.” you sighed once again and pet renjun’s hair as you walked emotionless out of the student café and made your way to the bus stop.

donghyuck’s fraternity was only a couple blocks away and it honestly wouldn’t take long to walk there but you were too tired to even try.

the commute was quick but you wish it wasn’t. there you were, standing outside the door of regret. the outside was fairly clean but you knew that the inside would be a completely different story. you knocked a few times on the white door before a smiling donghyuck greeted you. “oh wow, you actually came.”

you fought back the urge to roll your eyes. “you’re welcome.” you both stood there awkwardly while he stared you down and you tried avoiding eye contact.

“oh sorry, come in.” he turned his body to make way for yours to enter his place. “i made sure we’re alone because it’s usually loud when the others are here. they’ll be back in a couple hours, though.” he scratched his neck and yawned while you examined the place. you were right, the inside was messy but to your surprise, it wasn’t too bad.

“yeah sounds good. it shouldn’t take too long” you turned to face him and gawked at his appearance. okay there’s no denying donghyuck is pretty decent looking, but he looks extra good today. he stood there awkwardly with his hands rested in the pockets of his oversized black jacket. his hair was slightly ruffled up, you can tell he just woke up from a nap. “you really thought i’d flake on you?” you raised an eyebrow.

his eyes wondered your facial features and marks. “i mean, you kinda hate me so.”

“i don’t hate you.” you corrected him. you may have a strong disfavor of him but you don’t hate him.

he smirked, his body seemed to relax a lot more. “then, let’s get started.” he walked past me and lead the way up the spiral staircase and into his room, which was surprisingly clean and well decorated with a tidy computer gaming set at the corner.

you set your bag right by the bed which you sat on. “so specifically, what are you struggling on?” you asked him looking at his figure that was leaned against his dresser a couple feet across from you.

“uh everything?” he let out a shy laugh and crossed his arms in front of him.

you decided not to scold him for always partying because truth is, you don’t know anything that’s going on in his life so you swallowed the upcoming insults that were climbing up your throat. “oh, well, we should get started asap then so we don’t finish too late.” you cleared your throat.

his eyes widened in surprise like he was expecting your usual witty remarks that he secretly loved, but you weren’t aware of his fondness for your attitude. “yeah for sure, let me get my stuff.” he hurriedly gathered his materials and set them on the bed next to me since he didn’t have a desk in his room. well, he did have his computer desk but there was definitely no room for books there.

he climbed on the bed and rested on his stomach and flipped the pages of the textbook, trying to find the first section he needed assistance on.

you kicked off your shoes and laid down next to him, but keeping your distance from him. he smirked slightly while still keeping his focus on the page. “you can scoot closer so you can see the book clearer.” he looked at you with innocent eyes.

in instinct, you rolled your eyes and scooted a bit closer to him. close enough to smell his cologne and close enough to see his moles randomly placed on his face and neck clearly. you took your attention away from his face when he suddenly made eye contact with you, catching you off-guard. 

his warm, soft bedsheets did no help in keeping you awake. you tried to focus on the words he was spitting out but every word entered one ear and went out the other as your eyelids began to feel heavier, and your vision slowly began to black out.

—

“dude what the fuck happened?” an unfamiliar whisper woke you up from your sleep but you ignored it, just trying to go back to your dreamland.

until you felt something absurd, someone’s warm embrace wrapped around you, your head was now resting on a pillow and an arm, and your cheek was rubbing against a wet patch of what you assumed was your drool on a white t-shirt fabric. “bro shut the fuck up, you’re gonna wake y/n up.” now, that was a familiar whisper to you. your heartbeat raced faster and faster as you made the conclusion that you were cuddling with the lee donghyuck. you internally groaned knowing that renjun will never shut up about this once you tell him. this will be his winning comeback for your future arguments. i mean, you could not tell him but what kind of best friend would you be if you didn’t inform him of the time you magically started cuddling with a man you disliked—but still enjoyed it.

“you better tell me everything later.” the whisper was a lot harsher than the first one, then silence followed after the unknown boy closed the door. you assumed he was gone but you waited to lift your head up to make it not obvious that you were awake to listen to their conversation.

“i know you’re awake.” donghyuck laughed above you, his chest rumbled against your cheek. “you stopped snoring a while ago.”

you groaned in annoyance and also in embarrassment. you slowly lifted your head up to look up at him and you were not ready to see the sight of him looking down at you with a soft smile and even messier hair, causing your heart to skip a beat. both your arms were still wrapped around each other, leaving no space between you both. “what the fuck.” you blurted out, not knowing what else to say.

donghyuck’s tired smile widened. “i should be the one asking you that. sweetheart, you’re the one who cuddled up to me first.” he enjoyed watching your face flush red in embarrassment, anger, and also by the way he looked at you so attentively. “you know, its quite rude.” he tightened his grip around you. “i’m supposed to be paying for a tutoring lesson.” he pursed his lips and furrowed his eyebrows, not breaking eye contact with you.

you remained looking at him with shaky eyes, not believing the situation you were in. your mouth opened, then it closed, then it opened to say something but donghyuck cut you off. “but this is so much better, my money well spent.” he sighed contently and closed his eyes, rubbing his cheek against the top of your head.

you could’ve protested or done anything to get out of his grip but your body stayed the way it is. “i didn’t even get to teach you one lesson, i’m sorry.” you were sincere with your apology, you wasted his time and now he’s probably gonna fail his exam if you two keep cuddling.

“i don’t care about that. i prefer this much more.” his eyes were still closed. you continued to admire his face and tried to memorize every single detail and placement of each mark. “hmmm, why don’t you take a picture?” he hummed, still keeping his eyes closed.

your hands made their way up his ear and pinched it. he let out a whine and finally opened his eyes which immediately landed directly on yours. “quit it.” you warned him.

“as you wish, darling.” his voice became lower and it almost sounded like a whisper. a soft smirk appeared on his face and his eyes were sparkling under the moonlight that shined through his window. “i love talking to you but i think i finally found something i love even more—sleeping with you.”

you opened your mouth to say something but his finger pressed against your lips to keep you quiet. he shushes you softly while he shuffled slightly to find a comfortable position, still keeping his embrace secure around you and his eyelids began to slowly drop. you admired his face once more before closing your eyes as well.

the question you asked yourself earlier today lingered in your mind before drifting off to your sleep again. is spending time with donghyuck worth fifty dollars? considering how warm he felt against you, and how you loved to hear his breathing and soft snores above you, and how perfect your body naturally molded into his embrace. you could finally answer the question confidently, yes.

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