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kerie-prince · 3 years

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lights, camera, action (m)

Draco Malfoy x Reader

requested: (anon) Draco wants to make a sextape request

warnings: nsfw, unprotected sex, filmed sex, oral (fem receiving), edging, praise kink, dirty talk, biting (? idk if it counts tbh)

summary: Draco persuades you into filming you both during sex

a/n: damn, did i really write this? i put so many descriptions for everything, it's like i'm an actual erotica novelist. they take a whole page to describe ONE vein. whew chile, anyways. here's this lmao

(gif not mine, cred to owner)

Draco laid on your bed, the orange sunlight illuminating your room as he played with your new camera. He never expected you to take interest in the muggle photography school, but he fully supported you going into it.

This new camera given to you was an anniversary gift from Draco. When he gave you the camera that you initially started saving money for, you jumped in excitement. It had wide, changeable scopes and had a professional microphone attached to it. It became your favorite toy as you took it to classes everyday and with every trip you went on with your blond boyfriend.

Right now, you were sitting on your desk looking over all the photos you took on the streets for an upcoming assignment through your laptop. They were pictures in sepia of people walking and doing everyday normal things, but in Draco’s eyes, it was pure art.

As he was going through the gallery on the camera, he came across a couple videos. They were from a trip to Italy last spring and mostly consisted of you walking behind him and focusing the lens on him walking. The next video was sweet; it was you holding the camera to film both of you together in the hotel room laughing together.

While the memory was a lovely one and brought a smile to his face, a peculiar thought flashed across his mind. He placed the camera on your night stand before getting off the bed and stood behind you seated in your chair. His slender hands came up to rub your shoulders and smiled – no, smirked – when you sighed in content.

“Darling, are you almost done?” You didn't hear the way his voice became octaves lower.

“Almost. Just a couple more edits and I'll be all done,” you told him. You stretched your neck out to the side to crack the stiffness in your bones from sitting in the same position for so long. While the relief felt nice, you didn't expect to feel Draco’s mouth to attach to the exposed flesh.

His lips were smooth, always cared for and never became chapped. As he placed wet kisses on you, your homework was left forgotten. It's not due for another few days anyway.

All you could focus were the wet kisses and little nibbles on your neck. You tilted your neck a bit further for Draco to access the dip of your neck and shoulder, biting harshly to leave a mark. When he pulled away, you turned your rolling chair around and stood up to kiss your boyfriend.

The kiss was hot, sensual and breath-taking. His hands were tangled in your hair as you held his waist, hands grasping at his shirt. His tongue easily slipped in your mouth when you gasped from one of his hands tugging at the hair on the base of your neck.

No matter how many times you've kissed your boyfriend, he never failed to send an eruption of butterflies in your stomach. It felt like the first time every time.

His legs guided you to your bed and he let you fall onto it. You were about to pull your sweatshirt off before he stopped you. You watched as he picked up your camera and opened the display screen. “Love, mind if I make a suggestion?” You nodded at his question, getting excited.

The red recording light lit up and Draco looked at you through the screen, “Just want something to remember this by for later.” There was an electric feeling making its course through your veins. If you were honest with yourself, you’ve wanted to do this for a long time but didn't know how to bring it up.

You sat up and lifted your sweatshirt over your head, gently tossing it to the side. Your subconscious cursed at you for not wearing a cuter bra, but it’s not like it mattered anyway since it was eventually going to come off. Draco licked his bottom lip as he watched you through the camera. He could feel himself getting hard in his jeans. His eyes looked around where to place the camera down and landed on the dresser across from your bed. He angled it to have a perfect view of the two of you without it being too far or too close. Once set, he grabbed his shirt from the back and threw it over in a rush and unbuttoned his jeans. He crawled on top of you and immediately started peppering kisses in the valley of your neck causing you to giggle.

Draco’s hand roamed to your back and fumbled with the bra clasps. You could feel that he was struggling with it so you lifted yourself up a little bit to make it easier. Once it was torn off, he looked into your eyes as he lowered himself into your breasts and gave them soft, teasing kisses before taking one of your nipples in his mouth. You used one of your free hands to massage the one that was free as Draco used one of his to sneak inside your leggings.

His fingers were playing with your clit over your panties, rubbing it in slow circles. A soft moan fell out of your mouth when Draco bit on your nipple. He could feel you dampening beneath his touch, “Let’s take these off.” Draco lifted himself up to hook your leggings and panties together and take them off in one go. Almost forgetting about the camera, he looked in both adoration and primal lust at the image of your sprawled out with your legs open for him. He palmed himself before getting down on his knees and pulled you closer to the edge of your bed. His fingers played with your slit to feel how soaked you had become, “You look so pretty like this, princess.”

You said a soft ‘thank you’ and blushed. “‘M gonna make you feel good,” were his last words before he leaned in and licked a long stripe on your lips. Your hands rested gingerly on the top of his head and your hips moved on their own against him.

Every now and then, he would open his eyes and stare at you, loving the way your lips quivered and eyebrows knotted in pleasure. He moaned into your pussy, the vibration adding to your arousal. Unexpectedly, Draco softly bit the skin above your cunt, causing you to arch your back up. He used this moment to smoothly enter two of his ring-clad fingers into your heat. The fingers worked to stretch you out for what was to come soon.

Your breathy moans flowed around the room as Draco's slender fingers scissors your sleek walls, “How does that feel, baby?” You tried to come up with a response, but all you could muster were needy whimpers. You were becoming addicted to the feeling of his rings brushing against a sensitive spot inside, the warm silver adding more pressure.

Draco stretched his thumb across to draw the number eight on your swelling clit. He leaned closer to spit on your pussy and used the fingers of his free hand to spread the lubricant around.

Your legs were shifting around and the telltale sign of your hips stuttering told Draco that you were close to your orgasm. He pumped his fingers faster, building the knotting feeling in your abdomen until you felt nothing at all.

Draco chuckled deeply as you glared up at him. “That’s not funny, Draco,” you scolded. He lowered his jeans to the floor and kicked them off, returning to his spot on top of you. Draco grabbed one of your hands and used it to palm himself. He was semi-hard, and you took it upon yourself to guide your hand and start jerking him off over the cotton fabric. You looked up at your boyfriend feigning innocence, knowing that it drove him crazy to watch you with doe eyes as you pretended you weren’t doing the dirtiest acts.

After a few minutes of teasing, he became frustrated and nearly ripped his boxers off. He manhandled your hand onto his bare dick again, jerking himself off at this point. You would give him little squeezes and use your unoccupied hand to massage his balls. Like he did with you earlier, you bent down to spit on the tip of his cock which had become fully hard now.

“Draco,” you moaned, “I want you in me.” He groaned at your request, pushing you down on your back and positioned himself to lie comfortably, grabbing your legs and guiding them over his hips.

Your boyfriend rubbed his tip up and down your lips, spitting once again and spread it around his dick before he slowly entered your pussy. He didn't need it, though. You were already so wet from him devouring you and from watching him work on his own dick with your hand.

Your pussy welcomed his cock, embracing how it perfectly stretched you from the inside. His hips started rocking back and forth and you moved your hips to match his set rhythm.

Draco leaned down and marked more hickeys all over your neck. His ears picked up on your groans, whimpers and moans. Sounds that were hotter than that of a porn star. You held a bunch of the soft blond hair and tugged on them to get a sound from him.

“Oh my Merlin, you feel so – o-oh! – you feel so good inside me, Dray,” you encouraged him. Your legs wrapped around his waist and pulled his body closer for him to thrust deeper into you. His thrusts became rougher and faster.

“Is that right, baby? Is my cock making you feel good?”

“Yes! Oh, Merlin, yes,” tears were threatening to spill. The familiar tightness was building up inside you. You tightened yourself around Draco, gaining a delicious groan from him. “Are you gonna cum for me?”

“I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m–” once again, this bastard edged you on. Draco had quickly pulled himself off and not only denied you of an orgasm, but laughed at the tears of frustration and possibly also anger on your face.

You slapped his biceps and tried guiding him back inside you. He quit the torture tactics and pushed himself back into your cunt with a harsh snap of the hips, jolting your body up. You let out a scream as he started his fast pace, pistoning in and out with only the tip ever staying in. The only words that left your mouth was ‘Fuck’ and ‘Draco’.

Draco held his head up to watch you unravel on him, proud of himself to see you in such a state because of him. As if his ego wasn't big enough.

The blond changed his slouched position into one of him sitting up on his knees and grabbed your legs and draped them over his shoulders. The stretch stung a little, making you drown in madness from all the sensations of some pain, but all pleasure.

If at all possible, you felt him even deeper in this position he had you in. Your own hands worked by themselves, one holding a leg closer to you, and the other slithering down to flick harshly on your clit.

The sight was pure erotica. Draco was breathing heavily, sweat thick on his skin and so close to his climax but he found the strength in him to keep going and get you to yours first at least.

“Dray, I’m gonna… I'm–”

“Go ahead, darling. Cum on my cock,” Draco told you between breaths. As if on command, your orgasm hit you hard with a scream of his name, a result from the denied ones earlier. Your legs twitched and your hips were moving sporadically with Draco’s.

As you were coming down from your high, Draco kept thrusting until he rushed out and spilled himself all over your chest. You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out to catch some of his spurts of cum. The warm, slightly salty taste running down your throat.

Nearly exhausted, Draco fell on top of you. You both kept trying to gather your breaths back to normal. Once you did, your boyfriend raised himself off to grab some tissues to wipe his seeds off of both your chests. He then threw his boxers off and walked over to the camera on the dresser.

You had actually forgotten all about it, too caught up in the moment.

Draco joined you back on the bed and went through the gallery of the camera, trying to find the video he just filmed. And when he found it, he smirked at the time-stamp.

18:39

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allthingskakashi · 4 years

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thigh riding with kakashi maybe👀

OKAY SO idk if this was just a general ask but i was inspired bc Kakashi's thighs get me 🥵🥵 so i wrote a whole fic which I'm not sure you asked for but hope would enjoy nonetheless 😌

And i managed to come up w a satisfactory title too 😌

• Enough Already •

[ Kakashi x Reader]

Words : 2k

Tags : Smut, 18+

You were beginning to get impatient.

You’d been watching Kakashi hunched over his desk, going through piles and piles of paperwork for the past three hours now. Sure, he was the Hokage and you did understand that he had a lot of work to do, but for the past month now it felt like you barely even got to see your own boyfriend. And even when you did, he’d just be nose deep in work and come to bed late every night, only to pass out the moment his back touched the mattress.

And yes, you did understand all of that, but it’d been so long since you’d made love, that even the sight of his bare biceps contracting as he worked right now was getting you hot and heavy.

You sighed, uncrossing your legs on the sofa, and closing shut the book in your hand. You'd been trying to read, but the book you were reading was an erotica and the vivid descriptions playing all sorts of images in your mind only added to your frustration.

Tossing the book onto the table next to you, you got up, making your way to where Kakashi was sitting.

You trod over lightly, coming to a halt at the back of his wooden chair. You stood behind Kakashi, slowly wrapping your arms around his neck, before crouching to plant a feathery kiss on the side of his face and working your way down, your kisses getting slobbery as you went.

You’d almost reached the crook of his neck when his curt voice stopped you. “Y/n. I’m working.” He said, oblivious to your advances and continuing to scribble away.

You stopped, unwrapping your arms and stepping away from him. “Yeah, I can see that.” you replied, not putting any efforts to mask the hurt in your voice, before adding “When are you not” in a low mutter.

Kakashi kept his gaze focused on the papers in front of him, his sharp eyes scanning quickly across the sheets as he worked.

You let out a deliberately loud sigh, hoping to elicit some sort of a reaction from Kakashi. An apology, an acknowledgement, or anything, but much to your disappointment, you found none.

With your mouth formed into a frown, you turned away from him, making your way to the other side of the room as the sound of your footsteps rung a little too loud against the floor.

You were a patient woman, but this was starting to get on your nerves now. All you wanted was for Kakashi to just give you a few hours of his time in a day, that’s all. Working like a machine in the way that he was wasn’t good for him either, and you couldn’t possibly be the only one who missed the times you spent. The passionate nights, the lazy mornings, the afternoons spent in bed like it was your last day on Earth. Surely, he missed them too?

You had to do something.

Your feet stopped near the main switchboard in the living room. Reaching your hand to the board, you quickly flicked off the switch connecting to the air conditioner, before slowly making your way back to the sofa and plopping down on it.

You sat waiting with your arms crossed, jiggling your legs and watching Kakashi carefully out of the corner of your eye, studying him and waiting for any kind of a movement or response.

The minutes drove by and beads of sweat were beginning to form on your forehead now. It was the middle of summer and the air was warm and crisp outside. During day, the streets were so hot you could fry an egg on them. But Kakashi remained glued to the chair, continuing with his work with not so much as a flinch or a sound.

Alright, this was REALLY starting to get on your nerves now.

You stood up swiftly from the sofa, fanning yourself with your hand, before vigorously shaking the neckline of your shirt. “Gee, it’s really hot don’t you think?” you cried out, making sure to enunciate every word as you trudged towards his desk again. But his head was bowed, his focus unfazed.

“Did you hear what I said?” you tried again, walking a little closer and standing by the side of his chair. “I said it’s really hot.”

“Turn the AC on, then” Kakashi replied in a flat tone, without sparing you a glance.

Honestly, he was walking on thin fucking ice now.

You ignored his comment. Clearly, these subtle advances were not working. You had to be more direct.

You stood beside his chair watching him for a moment, admiring the way his long fingers gripped the pen. Just below your line of vision, his Anbu tattoo sat exposed, curved over the bulge of his bicep.

Jeez.

Inching closer to him, you gripped the hem of your t shirt, before slowly pulling it off over your head and throwing it on his face. “Oops, sorry”, you sang, your tone not apologetic in the least.

The thin cloth fell on his head, covering part of his hair and his face. “What do you think you’re doing?” Kakashi said with a certain crisp, before pulling the cloth off his face and balling it into a clump on the desk.

Ridden of your t shirt now, you stood in your black bra. It wasn’t the best one in your collection, but it did give your breasts a good lift.

Batting your eyelashes like you had no idea what he was talking about, you squeezed yourself into the cramped space between his knees and the desk. “Nothing at all.” You said, your tone as innocent as ever as you proceeded to reach under your dress, slowly pulling your panties down to your ankles before kicking them to the side.

Kakashi’s eyes were finally on you, fixated and unreadable.

You held his gaze, not taking your eyes off him as you widened your stance and took a few steps forward, before plopping down on his lap, your legs straddling his thighs.

You watched his pupils narrow, and he tried speaking again. “Y/n, I told you, I have wor—”, but his words were cut off by the touch of your index finger to his lips.

Hooking your finger at the edge of his mask, you pulled it down, revealing his beautiful soft mouth underneath.

All you wanted was to have it run all over your body, but you knew you’d have to work a little more to make that happen. “I don’t care” you said, in a cool, low voice.

Your hands brushed up the sides of his arms, feeling every bulge and curve of his toned muscles before sinking into the softness of his hair at the back of his head.

Pulling lightly on his silver strands, you brought his head forward towards your chest, arching your back to push your breasts into his face, which were now heaving, thanks both to the heat and the pooling wetness down below. You felt the tip of Kakashi’s nose rub against your cleavage, even the smallest contact sending shivers up your spine.

Tightening your grasp around him, you pushed his face deeper as you slowly began to grind your hips against his thighs, your stomach stiffening into knots with the wave of arousal coursing through you. The friction of his pants felt heavenly against your sensitive folds and you continued rubbing yourself over him, pressing yourself on his legs as you moved back and forth.

You could feel Kakashi’s breath hitch against your cleavage as the wetness from your core began to drip to his legs, moistening his pants. He tilted his head back, eyes squeezed shut as a low guttural noise escaped his throat.

Your lips curled into a slow smirk at the sight of him and you leaned forward, holding his face in your hands as you whispered, “Lord Sixth, would you like me to stop?”

But you knew the moment those words rolled off your tongue that you’d edged him on too far. With his head still tilted against the chair, you watched Kakashi open his eyes, his dark eyes burning with the hunger of an animal left in the wild.

In a flash, his hands were on your hips, long fingers gripping your soft skin hard enough to elicit a moan. They travelled to your back next, grabbing your ass as you felt every single finger dig into your skin, squeezing hard.

You melted into his touch instantly, your mind spiralling into a frenzy as he clutched the curves of your waist again, guiding you back and forth on his legs with increasing pace.

Ahead of you, his growing bulge fought beneath the thin material of his pants, forming a distinct mound right below his abdomen.

You bit your lip at the sight, resisting the urge to rid his cock of its clothed prison already, mouth drooling at the thought of your tongue slobbering all over his thick girth. Your body squirmed and you felt pleasure building up at the base of your stomach, as you reached for the waistband of Kakashi’s pants, unable to keep holding yourself off any longer.

With desperate fingers you found the strands of his joggers, going ahead to untie them when suddenly, Kakashi’s palm clasped around your wrist, fingers tight against your bones as he stopped you from going further.

You looked up to find his piercing gaze drilling through you, a smirk curling the corner of his mouth.

“Kakashi…” you purred, your heart thrumming in your ears, “Please…”

His unwavering gaze burned into you, brows raising as though asking you to repeat yourself, when you felt his right hand snaking up your stomach, pushing through the underband of your bra to clasp around your breast. He gave it a hard squeeze, before starting to stroke over it with nimble fingers, his lips parting as he spoke. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”

The sound of Kakashi’s raspy voice sent tremors through your body. You squirmed, imploring him with your eyes.

He continued stroking with one hand as the other flew to his mouth, and you watched him lick the tip of his finger, before bringing it down to your other breast, smearing his saliva over your nipple.

“You wanted my time”, he stated, gaze fixed on you while two of his fingers twisted your wet nipple hard, before rubbing around it in circles with his thumb. “I’m giving you my time.”

“Infact…” he said as one of his hands travelled below, fingers finding your folds and grazing along it lightly. “I intend to give you all night.”

A desperate gasp left your lips, your swollen clit beginning to ache under his touch.

“Kakashi…please.” You pleaded again in broken rasps of your voice, struggling to keep your mind from going numb.

Kakashi ignored you again, his fingers continuing their ravage down below as his mouth latched on to one of your nipples, sucking slowly at first, and then as if his life depended on it. He clenched and unclenched his thighs, every contraction of his muscle teasing your clit, making you writhe with the overload of pleasure through your veins.

You moaned with every suck of your nipple, and every flick of his finger, becoming a squirming mess in his hands as you gave yourself in to him completely, losing control of your body.

A grating moan began to form at the back of your throat as you felt yourself getting close, his fingers stretching you up, rubbing, and stroking every part of you.

Kakashi hunched forward, finally pulling away from your swollen nipple, his warm breath tickling your ear as he spoke.

“You’re not tired already, are you?” he asked in an innocent whisper, his fingers moving steadily down below.

Your voice came out in a tiny squeak as you answered, your entire body buzzing. “N-no.”

“Good” Kakashi replied, his voice gravelly against your ear as you finally felt him slip one finger inside you, eliciting an immediate burst of almost inhumane sounds from your chest. “because you won’t be walking out of here any time soon.” He whispered against your shuddering frame, before slipping another finger inside and adding in the same husky tone,

“Or walking at all.”

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i-write-sometimes-blog · 4 years

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Cold Eyes (Dark Rey x Reader) [Part 12]

Summary: After Rey opened up with you she is still conflicted with your words and you discover an even softer yet passionate side of her.

Words: 3, 250

Warning: slight smut, not descriptive. And not really good to be honest. awful to be honest

A/N: why did this take me so long? And why is it easier to write smut without fearing screwing the plot? Idk but enjoy. Please pretend you didn't know this was coming.

No nightmares. For the first time in a very long time there were no terrifying images hunting you in your sleep, no painful screams rumbling in your ears, no the dreadful pain that came after. The nightmares were gone, all thanked to the woman who originally caused and starred them. Instead of hurt you like it always happened in your dreams she held your body in a delicate and protective way that allowed you to have some rest, real rest in months.

But now her warmth was gone, leaving you alone under the cold sheets. Half asleep you searched for her on the other side of the bed finding only the memories of the previous night. It was still hard to believe she was there talking with you just like the old times and it made a warm sensation filled your body.

“I see you’re already awake.” you heard Rey said while you were finishing getting ready for a new day in Mustafar. She was on the doorway with a soft smile on her lips.

“Sorry, I know we had training this morning” you told her “Won’t happen again.”

“No, it’s fine. Don’t worry” she said “I had some… work to do anyways.” she said as her eyes darted at her hands, you didn't need to ask what she was talking about you knew what she did. “I have a tactical meeting, can you come with me?” she asked.

“I’m not sure your generals want me there.” you said to her “Specially Hux.”

“I don’t care if they don’t want you, I want you. And you’re my apprentice, therefore they should respect you as much as me.” she told you and you smiled for a moment “I’m going to make sure they understand that. Now, come on.” she told you offering you a hand and after a brief moment you took it.

"Okay" you murmured.

How strange was it to hold her hand as you walked through the dark hallways of the fortress. It seemed so childish in this time of war, and yet it was a really simple action that denoted such affection, you liked it.

Eventually you made it to the meeting room where at least a dozen of generals and commanders waited patiently for their leader, some of them shivered in fear when they saw her stepping into the room. She let go of you to take her place in the head of the table but pointed one of the chairs for you to use.

“Shall we begin?” she said rather serious, a woman stood on her feet and activated the hologram table that revealed a system, some planets had the First Order’s on them, their conquest probably.

Across the table you felt an intense glance laying on you. General Hux stayed focused on you, watching your every move, his green stare letting you know how much he distrusted you. When he noticed your the killer stare you gave him back he grinned at you before he turned his attention back to the matters the meeting was discussing.

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It was already night when you headed to your room, hoping to have a rest after the long and tedious day, already wondering if Rey would come this time just like she did the day before but probably not, you haven’t seen her after the meeting, she was out on a mission or so she told you moments before you saw her disappearing into a dark ship.

As you approached to your room you noticed a couple of stormtroopers waiting for you outside the door. They rose their weapons as a greeting, the same way they greet a general or even the Supreme Leader herself when they saw you. One of them spoke before you could asked them something.

“Supreme Leader asked us to take you to your new quarters, Miss.” the female voice under the helmet. It was still very strange for you to be treated as a superior, specially by the troopers that you used to fight.

“Why’s that?” you asked perplexed.

“We don’t know, Miss. Just following orders.” the other trooper, a voice that sound rather like a teenage boy told you.

“Lead the way.” you said to him and both of them started to march guiding you to your new room, why? You expected a cell, you’ve been in one before and you stayed there for a quite amount of time but there was a reason way. Now, now was different, you didn't know why would she wanted to change your room or where. This was nothing compared with what you expected as the troopers stopped in front of Rey’s personal chambers.

The soldiers gave you a small bow with their heads before leaving you in front of the big heavy metal hatch that opened slowly before you.

“Y/N” you heard Rey inside the room “Come in, please.” she said and you stepped inside. The room was incredibly big and yet so empty, a big bed was pretty much what was there. Rey was watching outside a big window that revealed the dangerous landscape of the planet.

“You’re back.” you said.

“Easy target,“ she told you “didn’t like the planet, a desert.” you nodded understanding why she came back so soon but didn’t realized how much of an effect it had on her until now. She was quiet, distant, lost on her thoughts as she kept staring at the big window. Rey looked at your for a moment, you were still standing close to the door that closed immediately after you were inside.

“Your room was so small” she told you changing the subject, answering a question that never left your lips. “I thought you’d be better here, with me.” she said returning her sight to the window, she looked beyond affected by this mission.

“Thanks” you said and she nodded slowly, her eyes never meeting yours, you felt the need to make sure everything was right with her even if she was the big bad woman you still hated to see her upset. “Something’s bothering you, Rey. What is it?” you asked softly. You noticed her jaw clenching as she swallowed uneasily.

"I've been thinking" she said looking at the vast darkness in front of her, the red of the lava seemed to trace deadly figures on the ground. "in what you said. I can't stop thinking about those questions, I don't know why, they just keep repeating I'm my head" she told you.

"What do you mean?" You asked confused, many things had happened recently and so quickly.

"A few days ago, you asked me if I regret my actions. Never really answered you."

You remembered the fight that day after the training, you asked her if she felt any remorse of what she had done, that time seemed to be a very long time ago in way different circumstances.

"I do" she continued "I regret a lot of it, but there was not other way."

"There's always another way, Rey" you murmured glancing at her.

She gave you a humorless laugh and then she looked outside the big window again. "You know what's funny? I never considered Jakku my home, it was just sand everywhere and bad people doing whatever it took to survive another day… and maybe it's what I regret the most."

You observed her, the way she was struggling with her words and she kept admiring the dark sky full of stars.

"It was a horrible place, but it was the only home I ever knew" she said, you caught a single tear running down her face that she rushed to clean away. "Sometimes I watch at the sky and imagine it's still there but I know it's not" she gulped trying to contain the lump in her throat "I destroyed it" she looked at you then as a new tear watered her cheek "and I destroyed yours too, Y/N"

Quietly you moved next to her, you felt her eyes laying on you as you were standing next to her. You glanced outside for a moment, to the sky and the void where you supposed your home planet used to be and sighed.

“Feels so strange to watch at the stars knowing it’s no longer there.” you told her as you keep staring at the emptiness of the space.

“Did you had family there?” she asked doubting a bit though she already knew the answer. You gave her a tiny nod and swallowed hard before you rose your voice again.

“My father was a mechanic, he taught me everything I know” you spoke as slowly and calm as your body allowed you. “And mom was a pilot, one of the best I’ve ever know” you told her trying to remember their faces, but you had left them a very long time ago and the memories were blurred.

“And I killed them.” Rey said as she silently cried, her voice was serious and yet there was pain in her too as if every one of your words felt like a dagger on her chest. You had the only thing she ever wished for and she took it away from you. A family. “You have all the rights to hate me after everything I’ve taken from you, I understand it now, Y/N” she told you.

“I don’t hate you” you told her, Rey turned her head in surprise but it was you who was more surprised by your own words. She gave you a bittersweet look.

“I’m in a war with your friends, who used to be mine too.” she added “I held you as a prisoner and I killed not only your family but the whole planet” she said as the tears pooled on her eyes “Why wouldn’t you hate me?”

That was a big question, one you haven’t really ask yourself until this moment. You didn’t need her to remind you the terrible things she had done, you’d probably never forget them and still you didn’t hate her, you couldn’t, not even after all you’ve been through, you were still seeing her as the girl who stole your heart a long time ago in a planet very different from this.

You couldn’t deny the dreadful things her actions caused, not even tried to justify them or thought on forget them, you knew sometimes she looked like a whole different person rather like a monster but deep down she was the same scared girl from Jakku and right now she was next to you sobbing slightly.

“I thought it was clear.” you looked back at this journey and it wasn’t nor an easy one nor short either, felt like years had passed and not even that could erase the feelings for her that were buried deep inside you, covered by the fear and the pain. “You mean so much to me, Rey.” you confessed “I’m in love with you, since the first day you came into my life.” the words left your mouth with honesty and yet your were surprised to admitted it, the first time you confessed your feeling for her was in this same fortress a long time ago.

“The Rey you fell in love is gone, Y/N.” she told you. Carefully you cupped the side of her face, softly cleaning the tears off her face with your thumb.

“No, she is still here and I’m looking at her right now.” you murmured as her hazel eyes admired you for a moment, filled with a mix of emotions that made your heartbeat race a little. Hesitating you leaned closer to her, lips closer to hers for a few seconds before capturing her lips carefully, you kissed her sweetly almost shyly for a moment.

Then you broke away just enough to see her reaction, she kept her eyes closed enjoying the ghost of your lips on hers. When she opened them again you saw astonishment over them as well as tenderness and even for a moment you thought it was love what made her eyes shimmer softly.

She couldn't find proper words to express how much your action meant to her, what it made her feel. She didn't know who to trust in a world of liars and yet your kiss felt real, authentic.

She leaned to brush your lips again, long and delicately while her arms slowly wrapped around your waist pulling you close to her body making you smile between kisses, you enjoyed her closeness, her warmth against your body. A warm shiver ran down your spine when her lips traveled to your jaw and then to you neck, leaving subtle kisses there as well that made you softly gasp.

“Rey” you softly whimpered as she found that sweet spot in the side of her neck and you could feel her smirking against your skin, delighted with the way her name sounded in your lips. But still she stopped her work on you for a moment, a bit of shyness in her voice.

"Sorry" she said "we can just leave this here, if you want"

"No" you mumbled with a smile "I want this." You assured her and gently guided her lips back to your own kissing them passionately as every cell of your body started to urge to meet more of this woman.

You felt your body warming up with every move of her lips on your skin, feeling the need in you growing with each passing moment that seemed like a dream for you.

Kisses became deeper, faster, filled with desire. The gently touches became more intense, eagerly pulling each other’s bodies close until you couldn’t resist more the growing need inside you and the heat between your thighs, a longing to meet her skin, never really realize how touch starved you both were until this moment. You wanted her and you wanted her now. You guided her towards the big bed on the other side of the room, and she seemed so surprised with the unspoken invitation you gave her.

“Are you sure?” she murmured inches away from your lips.

“More than sure.” you told her and a big lustful grin curved her lips and suddenly she didn't seemed shy anymore but way more passionate.

"As you wish, then" she said, a big smirk on her face as her hands roamed gently over your body, tracing figures as they traveled down your back fastly working on your clothes and moments later they laid messily across the floor.

You wanted to help her out, take her out of the long dress she that covered her body, clumsy hands wandered over her back searching for a way to free her body. Rey gave you a small laugh, you were sure she enjoyed the way you were looking so desperately for her.

The moment later the black dress fell to the ground gracefully pooling around her feet leaving her vulnerable and defenseless in front of you, you admired her slim figure covered only by a few pieces of cloth that you were already yearning to take off too.

She crawled on top of your and she gave you a glance full of love before her eyes scanned your exposed body her features filled with desire as she that only made your cheeks flushed red

“You're beautiful, Y/N” she murmured staring down at you before she captured your lips once again hungrily making small whimpers leave your lips.

“And so you are.” you mumbled between kissed,

“But I’m going to make you feel way more beautiful” she told you with a smirk darkened with lust she started to make her way down you body taking her time to leave little pink marks all over your body, from your neck to your breast where she sucked gently and careful on them making you gasp and moan before she keep her way to the middle of your body.

Her hot breath in the lower of your abs made you shiver as her hand went teasingly over your heated core massaging in circles carefully torturing. She stared at you as with such intensity that ignited every hidden passion in you as your chest rose and fell each time faster.

“Rey!” you breathed out as your hips bucked up urging for her touch.

Skilled fingers moved gently in you already heated core as she traced delicate figures in an intoxicating rhythm that poisoned your body with a new wave of pleasure with each stroke and every caress and eventually turned you into a whining mess. She kept you steady into the mattress, hearts thundering, breathe quickening a your combined moans and groans filled the big room completely with the sounds of the lover’s ballad.

A few weeks, even a few days ago the simple idea of this would have seen rather crazy for you, blinded for your pain and fear you wanted to be as far from this woman as possible but now you yearned to feel her closer. Now things had changed, after she opened up with you you couldn’t see her as an enemy but as the woman you once fell in love with. This girl who were taking you closer and closer to your high. Having her between your thighs was the most beautiful image you’ve ever seen and it pleased your senses more than you've ever felt before.

Your high took the breath from your lungs, you could hear yourself calling out her name as your fingers grasp into her hair as the waves of pleasures spreaded all over your body in an euphoric moment.

Slowly she kissed her way up your still shaking body taking care of the sensitive spots on your thighs, your belly and your neck until she finally met your lips again and let you taste yourself before she smiled down at you, with her messy hair and panting on top of you as she admired you with such tenderness in her eyes that made you fall once again for her.

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Calmed down and with your heartbeat and breath finally coming back down to normal, you laid just a little later huddled up to Rey’s side beneath the dark blankets, you looked at her with a content smile as you softly ran your hand through her soft hair.

"Y/N" she muttered.

"Mm?" You hummed.

"I know this isn't enough and it may mean nothing but… I'm sorry, really" she said looking uneasily at you.

"About…"

"Everything" she cut you off "all the terrible things I've done to you, I'm sorry." She murmured.

She was right, apologizing wouldn't solve anything, nor bring back all those people back to life. The things she did you knew you could never forget or at least it would take time. But it was a start.

You gave her a tiny nod accepting her words.

"The other day in the battlefield I made you a promise, Y/N" she muttered laying a hand on your cheek.

"Yeah, I remember" you told her and you did remember the day she saved you from those troopers.

"I mean it" she said caressing your face "I won't let anyone hurt you again." She told you sincerely. For a moment you just stared at her as a warm sensation grew in your chest. You closed the distance between you to pull her into a sweet delicate kiss before you shifted a little closer to her feeling how your tired body started to melt in her arms and soon you were asleep.

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im-whatchamccallit · 6 years

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Wicked pt.2//Xu Minghao (Seventeen)

Part 1|Materlist|Request Guidlines

Pairing: Xu Minghao x Reader

Genre: Demon!Au, Fluff)

Warnings: Long and probably grammatically incorrect

Words: 3.3k, holy shit

(A/N: This was super long as, while I was editing, I realized I had over 100 followers so thank you so much! I know people do follower milestone type things but idk what to do so... request are open? Idk. I’m just happy. Thank you!)

You moaned slightly at the feeling of Minghao’s hands on your lower back, kneading at the muscles as you lied face down on your bed, beginning to feel sleepy as his thumbs grazed your skin. He slowly leaned down until his lips were right by your ear, the feeling of his cold breath causing you to turn your head slightly to see him.

“Is this good?” He asked lowly, the only thing you could do was nod slightly.

“Percentage wise, what would it be?”

“One hundred.” You muttered and Minghao shifted excitedly, knowing he was one step closer to finally being free.

“So that means you’re happy?”

“Mhm.”

“So, because you’re happy with this ‘one hundred percent’ massage, it means I’ve made you a hundred percent happy as a boyfriend?”

You tried to hide your chuckle as you let your eyes close, preparing for his soon to come tantrum from your words.

“Because you asked that, I’m only seventy percent happy now.” Minghao moved his hands up your back, telling himself to not flip you over and strangle you but, instead, pinching the back of your neck.

You screamed out and jumped up, glaring at him as he stared furiously at you.

“Now it’s sixty percent, asshole.”

“I’ve been here two weeks-“

“One week.” You corrected him, dragging yourself from your bed and towards your closet to find a new shirt, pulling out a button up shirt that you should save to wear to work but just needed to be covered at the moment.

“I know you’ve been happy this entire time, whether you want to admit it or not. Now you’re just fucking with me!” You turned to him as you finished buttoning the shirt, giving a smug look.

“I’m not fucking with you, Minghao. Just teaching you how to be a decent boyfriend for the next desperate soul that calls for you. By the way, snapping at me like that just dropped you down to forty.”

You let out a loud gasp as your back slammed against your bedroom wall, Minghao’s hand wrapped around your throat as he glared at you with a look that you could only assume was pure hatred. His hand just laid on your neck and, no matter how hard he tried to squeeze, he couldn’t leaving you both in a staring match, neither of you willing to back down.

“You have me where you want me, know what? You’re just not going to kill me? I dare you. I dare you to kill me right now.” You were at the same level as Minghao at this point. He drove you crazy the same way you did him.

The way he’d act out like a sociopath in public to annoy you, no longer following his plans of being the best boyfriend but the worst one possible, it all became so torturous. The past week was a constant battle of petty behavior and rage; rage that he wouldn’t get what he want and rage that you got what you wanted but now you wanted him gone.

He was shocked by your words and how they left your mouth so easily, not a hint of fear or doubt in them. But he only let out a growl before suddenly disappearing in thin air, leaving you against the wall and completely unfazed, learning that he came and left this way all the time, but you still held your anger.

“And that’s how you get to five percent, bitch.” You muttered before exiting the room, the negative energy suddenly suffocating you.

Minghao found himself in his apartment but, as soon as his feet touched the ground, his fist landed into the closest wall, causing the collection of males look to him in shock.

“Still no soul?” One asked condescendingly from the corner of the room where he sat on the ground to play with a small dog.

“I’m starving.” His voice was low as he marched his way to the sofa, placing his head in his hands as the eldest of the bunch sat by him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“You do realize you can just take other people’s souls, with or without being summoned.”

“No! I want (Y/N)’s! (Y/N) needs to die first then I’ll do what I want!” Minghao snapped as he glared at the man who was only trying to help before realizing he was in his human form, looking around to see the others just the same.

“Why do you look like this?”

“Chan finally figured out his disguise. We didn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable.” The youngest member appeared from his room, no longer in his usual, monstrous form but now his disguise for when he chooses to visit the human realm.

Hell was just like living world, just a lot darker with supernatural beings. Everyone bought homes and apartments like humans, everyone drove like humans, and most of them had families and pets like humans. The only difference was that they were immortal, having lived centuries or millenniums, their purpose in life set once they are born, forcing them to work every day of their lives under those orders. And that’s exactly what Minghao and his 12 roommates have been doing, almost all of them demons with different purposes yet managed to get along just enough to live together.

Minghao blandly congratulated him before standing, making his way into the kitchen and finding his laptop on the breakfast bar, the three men not acknowledging him as he opened it and slowly waved his hand across, the background immediately turning to the image of your living room. Minghao knew you were happy but you just refused to admit it to him, so he was going to find out one way or another, even if it made him seem insane. All of them glancing over as they heard talking before the voice peaked their interest all but one of them crowding around to see who he was spying on.

It was you and the goth girl who sold you the book. Her name was Sunny, which was more than ironic, and, despite you laying into her about giving you a book you couldn’t understand which caused you to summon a demon, you two became friends. You invited her over once and she revealed she was fluent in English, Korean, Afrikaans, French, Arabic, and, luckily, Latin, reading about a few other creatures for you to prove herself although you couldn’t truly confirm it but went with it. She was back so you can continue the journey of who not to mistakenly convene.

You both sat on your sofa, her legs folded beneath her as your feet found a home on your table, your eyes scanning the book before stopping at one page.

“This one is Minghao? He’s cute! How could you hate him?”

“Please. He’s a nuisance and the bane of my existence right now. And you said you’re positive there’s no way to get rid of him?”

“Sadly, no. You guys made a deal and, if this books description is right, and he’s persistent, he won’t go away until he has your soul. What was the deal anyways?” You made eye contact with her as a small smirk graced your lips.

“He had to pretend to be my boyfriend and make me one hundred percent happy before he could have my soul.”

“And you aren’t happy?” The boys seemed to watch closely for your answer, Minghao ready to scream with excitement. He finally got you.

“You know what? I am happy, Sunny. Happy to be single, happy to be able to have some time away from that asshole. All I needed was a stupid date for my friend’s wedding, I only added the ‘make me happy while you’re my boyfriend’ part so he couldn’t kill me. I was happy while I was single, now I’m just stuck with a demon that wants me dead as much as I want him gone.”

The confession seemed to shock everyone, all for different reasons. Minghao was a demon with many powers, one being to read emotions. He always thought your anger and sadness was because you were happy but didn’t want him to leave and, despite his hunger for your soul and hatred of having to work this hard to earn it, he liked being around you. Some times when he annoyed you, you’d laugh it off and it made him smile, something he’s never experienced with his other victims. Maybe you’d be happy if he left you alone, he could consume anyone else’s soul anyways, he just didn’t want to leave you.

Sunny, on the other hand, mumbled ‘no’ repeatedly as she flipped through the pages furiously, finding one with a folded edge before turning it to you, practically shoving it into your face.

“These were the ones you were supposed to summon, I probably miscounted the pages.” Your eyes widened at the sight of three gorgeous men. They had strange looks in their eyes, despite the pictures on being drawings but it was so captivating, you just stared as she slowly moved away.

“Who are they?”

“Their names are Seungcheol, Junhui, and Soonyoung. They’re the demons of lust. They could have escorted you to the wedding but-“ Sunny froze as her face grew warm from the words written, making you lean forward in anticipation.

“What?”

“In return for your favor, you’d have to become their concubine for the rest of your life.”

“You tried to pimp me out?” Sunny already braced herself for your outburst, only flinching slightly at your raised voice.

“It’s not that bad! They’re cute and it’s sex for the rest of your life. What’s so bad about that?” You grabbed a nearby pillow and hit her, unbeknownst to you that Soonyoung smirked with a small shrug.

“She’s not wrong.” No one responded as they watched you finally back off from the poor girl, who held the book tightly in spite of your attack, watching as you fell back into your space next to her, holding the pillow close to you.

“Let’s just talk about the ones I need to look out for.” You watched as she flipped the pages, looking between three in particular.

“These three, Jeonghan, Wonwoo, and Seungkwan, are pretty much the same. Jeonghan’s the demon of deception, Wonwoo’s the demon of tricks, and Seungkwan is the demon of irony. Basically you ask for something and they give you the exact opposite.” You examined their faces, all attractive which could obviously aid in their mischief, your only reaction was to nod.

“Okay. Who else?”

“Uhm…. There’s Seokmin, the demon of joy.” Your face wrenched in confusion as she held up a finger, knowing you already had questions as she skimmed through the page.

“He doesn’t need to be summoned. He usually shows up, makes you laugh but, once you start, you can’t stop and you eventually drop dead.” With wide eyes, you nodded and sat back, silent as she continued to flip through the pages. You sat straight up as she flipped to Jihoon’s page, a small laugh leaving your mouth as you gawked at his photo, her eyes taking in every word.

“He’s a demon? But he’s so cute. Look at his cheeks!”

“He’s technically a bounty hunter. You can ask him to kill someone for you but only if you have a pint of blood to offer and, since it’ll be hard to stop the bleeding yourself, you may end up bleeding out and dy-“ Sunny stopped when she noticed the horror on your face, no longer finding the adorable male innocent. You could almost feel him smirking knowing he struck fear into you, and he was.

“Anyways, I already know about Hansol and Mingyu. They aren’t summoned and kinda just walk around like regular people but they cause chaos unintentionally, basically like the butterfly effect. Say, if one sneezed, a tornado could happen. This one is named Chan, though, he is the demon of balance. He can basically start trouble or make good things happen.”

As she flipped the page, you held back a gasp. He was an angel, literally. His face was meant to be stoic yet you could find the corners of his lips turning upwards, making yours do the same as his eyes mesmerized you. Nothing that was written on the page seemed to matter to you, just from the way he was drawn, you felt as if he could do no wrong. Sunny was about to move on to the next page before you stopped her, placing your hand on the book to let her know you wanted to know more.

“What kind of demon is he?”

“Joshua? He’s more like a double agent for heaven and hell. He basically dwells in purgatory and judges you to see where you’ll end up. He’s good because purgatory is a place to cleanse the soul but pretty evil with the methods he uses. But it’s all probably bullcrap, especially if he hasn’t been seen on Earth.”

“Is there a way to summon him?” You asked shyly.

“Not unless you die. Wait,” Sunny stared at you, examing your face and grinning wildly as you tried to move away, wanting to hide your steaming hot face.

“I know that look. I’ve had that look before! You see one picture and you’re already in the L-word with him? Really?” You scoffed and rolled your eyes, shifting so that you were on the other end of your sofa.

“You’re the L-word, and it’s “lunatic.” But, I won’t lie, he is cute.” The simple words were enough to make you both giggle like teenagers at a slumber party, eventually rambling on about him, pulling out your phones to try and find more information about him.

But, by the time you found something, Minghao had already slammed his laptop closed, annoyed by the moment and just glad Joshua wasn’t there to hear it. It was already a slap to the face learning you purposefully sabotaged your deal not because of desperation but spite, it was even worse that you had a crush on someone that would waterboard you with holy water when he had the chance.

A few stray laughs caught his attention.

“Who would’ve thought you’d be jealous of Joshua?”

“A demon falling for a human. Doesn’t that just sound weird?” Minghao tried to ignore the comments before he felt an arm drape over his shoulders, his eyes darting over to see Junhui scowling at the group.

“Leave him alone. He’s probably just upsethe got tricked. Come on, let’s go figure out how to get you that soul.” The pair turned and made their way down the hall.

Once out of earshot, Junhui dragged Minghao into his room, shutting the door and quickly grabbing a box from beneath his bed. He set it onto a nearby desk, rummaging through it while the now

“Listen to me, you can end all of this tonight with this.” He held up a small, cylindrical glass bottle with a red liquid before approaching Minghao, opening his hands and placing it inside, his confused expression meeting Junhui’s serious one.

“It’s just a love potion. Just a small drop is enough to make anyone fall in love with you. When you hear the words, get the soul, and get out of there. If that doesn’t work, just play nice. It’ll take a while but it’ll all work out. Now, go.” Minghao only nodded, unable to fight the logic of a lust demon. Who’d know better than him?

Minghao found himself back in your apartment, his eyes landing on you as you sat on the sofa with take out on the table right next to two bottles of red wine, one empty and one halfway gone. He cleared his throat slightly to catch your attention, your hooded eyes leaving the television to inspect him before a large smile grew on your face.

“Mingming! You’re back!” You were obviously drunk.

He slowly made his way towards you, taking a seat only to have your head rest on his shoulder.

“Did you drink all of this yourself?”

“Yeah. I thought my friend would be here to drink with me but she works weekends so I had to drink alone. Here!” He flinched as you shoved the practically empty wine glass into his face before shyly waving you off.

You scoffed and grabbed the bottle from the table, refilling your glass until it reached the brim and taking a large swig from the bottle, secretly glad he didn’t take up your offer.

You were much different when you were drunk. Sober you was graceful, so in control and grounded, while drunk you was more affectionate and playful, a bit sloppy but had no guard up, no witty remarks or anger, just smiles and love to give. Minghao was starting to rethink his plans but he knew once you sobered up, you would go back to hating him, go back to dragging out your arrangement for the sake of his pain, even if it meant you’d be unhappy forever.

He looked at you as you rambled on about the movie playing, wholeheartedly expressing your love for the protagonist while he quickly opened the vessel, pouring it in before hiding the bottle in his pocket. You brought the glass up to your lips, downing the half full glass in only a few gulps before placing it on the table and turning to Minghao. He watched as your eyes widened, your face dipping closer to his as your hand moved up to graze his cheek. Now was a better time than anything to see if it worked.

“Do I make you happy?”

“Of course you do!” He was so close yet so far. All he needed was for you to say the exact words.

“Do I make you a hundred percent happy?” There was a slight pause before you moved back, your smile never falling as you looked away at the television, staring at the couple bonding over their dogs playing.

“I had a dog that made me happy. He ran away but came back, right after we got a new dog! They became best friends after that!” Maybe it needed time to kick in? There’s no way Junhui, a lust demon who only acted upon and initiated his passions when summoned by willing participants, could screw up a love potion he never had to use. Right?

So, Minghao stuck to his plan to wait for the potion to kick in. An hour passed, then two, both filled with you rambling on excitedly about life and your dreams, your head in his lap as you were slowly starting to fall asleep. The constant bickering between you two, the arguing and insults, all of it left his memory as he took mental pictures of you smiling tonight. Not the usual bitter smile you gave him when you acted maliciously but a genuine one, like the one you had at the start of your friend’s wedding and during the late night talks you had while trying to learn about one another. His backup plan would take days, maybe weeks, to execute and succeed but it seemed more enjoyable than this.

“Okay, let’s get you to bed.” Minghao slowly sat you up before helping you stand, your body light as you could barely stand on your own, falling into his chest.

You let him lead you out of the living room and down the hall to the large bedroom, everything left in the same condition as when he was there before. Your feet dragged along the floor as he brought you to your bed, setting you down with small huff before adjusting you so that your body was completely on the bed.

“Good night, (Y/N).”

“What? No. You can stay.” The invite was softly spoken as you were already falling into slumber, your eyes shut as you were shifting between consciousness and dreaming.

The offer was sweet but he knew it was just the alcohol talking, your attitude and mind would be back to normal by the morning anyways. Minghao just smiled and moved to pull the blanket above you.

“Good night.”

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thejonymyster · 7 years

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I’m Glad You’re

Format: Image Location - Song Title - Artist — Description

Northwest - I’m Your Dad And You’re My Dad - Two Knights — I wasn’t actually like listening 2 the song when i drew the image but i was thinking about it and i wanted to try and draw this image that came into my head when i imagined the strange mutual fatherhood dynamic…. it didnt work 2 good but i added a star because the band gives off a nice starry vibe sometimes with their midwest emo math rock style…. love it…… i didnt do so good with the drawing i didnt really make the pic in my head but its a nice image and i like it a lot. the songs kinda sad maybe

North - A Life of Possibilities - Dismemberment Plan — Starting at this song i actually was listening to the songs as i drew the images, or at least i started drawing while the song was on and sometimes id finish in the middle of like the next song that came on. this song is a cool math feel song like im pretty sure theyre a math rock band and u can definitely feel it. the picture itself is sort of an interpretation of th type of guy who it felt like was playing the song. the guitar is really heavy n cool cause like the dude is good at guitar and the guitar in the song was real cool, but then like, the guy has his eye in a goofy location cause his voice is a lil funny to me or at least whimsical and like the lyrics are not so serios? ? idk thats not what i think th singer looks like thats just how it FELT like the singer would look.

Northeast - Needle In The Hay - Elliott Smith — This song’s stripped back feel and guitar tone and the chords themselves give me night time light vibes and the feeling elliot gave me in this song was like. i just imagine someone very small looking up with power at the moon. hope??? i dont know!! i also put a spotlight cause i just felt like there needed 2 be both there. buidlings cause were in the city

West - A Big Fan Of The Pigpen - Guided By Voices — This song sounded like something almost like id make or that id want to… something about the style just kinda…. made me feel like it was almost something i could make so i put a guy looking in the mirror but the singer sounded old timey so i dressed him up all oldtimey.

Center - the I’m Glad You’re is just the name of the set, a centerpiece. I made a playlist of all the songs by that name on spotify and heres a link: https://open.spotify.com/user/zcanet/playlist/3aqr0Mup18hyVtqAbKyIRM

i listened to it and i thought it was pretty good and i hope you enjoy it too.

East - Pan - Ty Segall — This song is really lo-fi . i mean the last one was 2 but this one feels like. lo fi shit where the other one was lo fi because it existed in a previous time period hehe. no uh this song is slow and indie rock alt rock type music. and a lil noisey. it felt like how some of adult swim feels 2 me sometimes when i just kinda throw it on in my room. so i tried 2 put u in my place where i lay down in my bed and thats what my room looks like and adult swim is on sometimes. i love the part at the about 2:48 mark of the song (more like the -1:00 mark). the end honestly sounds like uhhh the solo from that steven unvierse song with greg… which i watched laying there 2 now that i think about it…. that was ar eally good gtuiar solo… good job greg…. good jog

Southwest - Oh Comely - Neutral Milk Hotel — picture is of anthony fantano reviewing the album that this song is from lol. sorry no cool story

South - Butch Lullaby - Sun Kil Moon — no interesting story here i just drew the place where i first heard this song. i paced around a lot. i sat a lot in that tall black chair. theres a very comfortable couch to lay on the most comfortable couch. in the bottom left corner u can see just a little bit. that couch is very important. i dread the day i lose it. i know i will. i know i will. i know. i do. theres no way i can keep that couch forever. ill tell yall if i do though. ill be so happy. that couch is so important. sorry. this songs kinda sad 2 (originally this said “this songs sad btw” but i reworded it. but i just wanted u 2 be able 2 read that how i wrote it originally)

Southeast - Flaming Home - Mount Erie — this song is last cause image sets on tumblr look nicest when u do nine of them and this makes eight songs and one Title Image… and this is actually a really nice song to end with… i drew a girl because th song has a girl singin suddently. i love girl singin im a super fuckin sucker for girl vocals. u feel me. anyway so it kinda sounded like a specific 2 me so i drew th specific person but then th music started picking up and i got really intense!! i felt the fire in the song …. i keep listening 2 this song over and over and i cant find where it really picks up???? im so scared i dont know why i got intense feelings in the song. i set th nice person on fire because that was the emotion it made me feel it was very intense and i dont know why that happened im so sorry i set you on fire its not real its just a picture im so sorry….. i hope th person never sees this and realizes its them and gets upset with me im sorry i woulda burned whatever i drew im so sorry

heres the link again in case u missed it

#art #music #jams #playlist #playlists #my art

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angstylittlecatboy · 5 years

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memories of my sprite comic nobody read

I'm not sure if I believe in the whole angel numbers thing anymore but I think they want me to reintroduce my sprite comic (saw 111 while thinking about it.) I just feel like talking about it, idk. I know nobody cares.

Barring a few standout strips I don't think Purrnout the Edgy Cat (covering my bases here, but the comic predates me meeting FP by two years, “edgy” refers to how stuff like Linkin Park and Shadow the Hedgehog is referred to as edgy) was a good comic, most of it's gags fall flat, the backgrounds and walking sprites were mostly ugly (if my more detail-oriented brother was downstairs he'd insist I do better,) and I could never get a story arc off the ground, but I only made it to kill the bore (in the description it said "updates whenever boredom strikes") and I had fun making it.

The idea was to be a sprite comic (believe me, I’d draw the comic if I were any good at drawing, but I learned my lesson from having DeviantArt) that was something of an affectionate parody of early 2000s sprite comics while avoiding a lot of the common complaints about them, also throwing in some punk/goth/emo culture. Specifically, all of it's characters were original, only one was a recolor (and his name was Recolor the Hedgehog, he was the deuteragonist and straight man, I planned to make him the only character who can't do cool superpower stuff for irony,) I didn't use backgrounds from Google Images, it didn't directly take place in the universe of something else (my idea was that it took place in a nonsense universe where every work of fiction is somehow canon, though I wanted to be pretty strict about seeing concepts and objects but never characters from other works, but other than showing Recolor losing rings, nothing ever came of it,) I tried not to mainly use reference or shock humor, and I tried to use a consistent sprite style for the characters and backgrounds (I confess to ripping effects.) I don't think it ever achieved parody of 00s sprite comics, I wanted to eventually make some stuff like DBZ-style sprite battles and teen melodrama, but I ended up making a gag-a-day strip mostly utilizing cringe comedy. At least, all the good or least bad strips are cringe comedy. I tried teen melodrama but it was mostly big lipped aligator moments that went nowhere, especially both aborted story arcs (though the latter was going to be less teen melodrama and more band melodrama.) If I reupload the comic, the arc comics won’t be reuploaded with the rest as I consider them non-canon since neither got past two strips and the first attempt would have honestly ruined the comic if it finished. I guess there were two continuous strips where Purrnout commited tax fraud (I think this predated the Yoshi meme) but I don’t see that as a story arc. Actually the first three comics were sorta a story arc but they mostly just introduced the main two, explained why Purrnout is living in an apartment (I think I needed to explain this as I intended it as a Chekrov’s Gun for a later story arc,) and made some obscure Green Day references. Maybe the arc comics could get re-added at a different place on the timeline if I felt like completing the arcs. A huge problem is that I didn’t make an outline for them tbh.

The style I settled on for the backgrounds and sprites was that of the Neo Geo Pocket Color. The panels were in either that system’s resolution or one close to it (they were tiny.) I ignored palette limitations, but so did most sprite comics.

I must admit that the title character is a self-insert fantasy to some extent, he was admittedly, like 16-year-old me but cooler. Well, not really cooler since the comic revolves around him being a loser, but he was an emancipated minor and a good punk/alt rock guitarist, both tying into my fantasies at the time, and he was a lonely emo teenager trying to not be mainstream. If I brought the comic back, I’d continue to write Purrnout as 16YO me and not as 18YO me. I’m still a loser, but my spiritual beliefs, dedication to kindness, and inconsistent attitudes towards life WOULD NOT mesh with the character. Purrnout cannot have reverence to things that control the world or talk about peace and love, he needs to be angry at the world and be a bit of a deliberately insensitive asshole to the people he doesn’t like. Sort of a much less extreme version of an incel (I identified as such at the time.) Wouldn’t call him a Mary Sue, though it’s not really my call to make since I’m the author and this is the only creative work of mine that can kinda be considered “completed” that I’m still fond of in a way. Maybe I’ll cringe someday, but not today.

There’s not much to say about Recolor the Hedgehog, he’s very much a pretty normal guy other than having nerdy interests and Purrnout as a best friend. He more or less exists to be a straight man. He was a composite of my brother and an ex-friend.

I might as well mention the comic’s other non-antagonist character since I’ve already talked about both Purrnout and Recolor. Love the Golden Retriever, a rich, smart, pretty normie girl with a Pollyanna viewpoint, a wish to heal people like Purrnout, and a crush on Recolor. She was based on a variety of girls who tried to become my friend out of pity and were nice enough but we didn’t connect. Purrnout finds her annoying, while she considers Purrnout a friend. I also introduced another one, but she was part of the first aborted attempt at an arc.

A third main character was planned as well, but she was supposed to be introduced in a story arc that I planned but never even tried to start. She wouldn’t make it into the comic if I start it up again, at least not without heavy modification, as I eventually met someone who was very similar to the character I had in mind. So similar that adding them now would look creepy.

The comic’s most common antagonist was a cat named Muffin. He was basically Chad Thundercock, probably the most shallow character in a comic that wasn’t long enough to get deep. I also introduced another character intended as an antagonist in an admittedly-hamfisted way named Felicity the Once-Golden Retriever, Love’s best friend who used to be a highly optimistic normie with a promising modelling career before Muffin cheated on her, and then became an angsty anti-society rebel who thinks cutting her hair and dying her fur darker makes her ugly. She hated Purrnout because she felt that Purrnout hadn’t suffered like she had and is moping for no reason, which annoys her. I think I was trying to do a straw feminist character minus the actual feminism, but don’t quote me on that. I had a third antagonist that I wanted to introduce, my favorite antagonist made for the comic actually, and he already cameoed, but I never ended up writing him. Maybe if I had my PC through Summer/Fall 2018 I would’ve made more (the last one was Spring 2018.)

But anyway, it doesn’t really matter. My brother was the only person who really read Purrnout, but I do remember him getting a chuckle out of it. I posted it on Tumblr (now deleted) and I got one follower, who was likely a bot. I never posted a link to it on my main Tumblr, partially because I wanted to see it gain an organic audience first (it didn’t lol) and partially because I was scared of it being seen as cringe. You may have come across it if you browsed the “sprite comic” tag on here. I know Tumblr is a bad place to host webcomics (at least if it’s the only place you’re hosting the webcomic) but it’s free, I was familiar with it, and I wasn’t making any plans to profit off of or take the comic seriously (it ran Summer 2016 - Spring 2018 and only had twenty strips.)

I’m still hesitant to bring back the comic because I honestly want to use the universe (most of it, obviously modifications would need to be made) for a video game idea I have, though that would be 10+ years in the future if I ever have credibility as a game developer since I couldn’t see myself doing that one without a team (”3D hack n’ slash platformer” is a lot harder than “2D JRPG.”) Hell, I originally made the sprite for a Zelda II clone I wanted to make with Purrnout using side mounted guns (because Shadow the Edgehog,) but for some reason, be it laziness (not wanting to re-learn Game Maker) or wanting to use the character for something more character driven, I ended up making a sprite comic instead. Another route I could do is redesigning and renaming Recolor, and removing all sprites ripped from other games, but I’m extremely hesitant to mess with Recolor’s design since his worried face is a running gag and if I did continue I’d still want to eventually make jokes that don’t work without him being a Sonic recolor.

Also, it wasn’t a furry webcomic, at least not entirely. “pet sized” (cats, dogs, wolves, foxes, etc.) characters would stand on fours while characters of much smaller or much larger stature (cows, hedgehogs,) than that would be anthropomorphic.

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