#I LOVEEE how you drew everything here

[chloesimaginationthings]

HELLO i love these two so much, i couldn't not draw them

ALSO my friends and i love your art okay bye

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[bitchlessdino]

hey nana!!! i read your mingyu, wonwoo and the chan, seungcheol, soonyoung smuts and i loved it!!!<3 i'm wondering if you could write a smut about my biases which are soonyoung, wonwoo and jihoon since after caratland i LOVEEE wonwoo with his glasses and how soonyoung and jihoon looked:) maybe have it like be vanilla? or it could be vanilla leading to hard sex which would be awesome,, i'm fine with anything!!! tsym nana!!💞

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Pairing: fem!reader x wonwoo x soonyoung x jihoon

Genre: smut

Word count: 5.8k

tags: mentions of alcohol, drunk sex, break ups, mention of cheating, swords crossing, cum swapping, cum eating, double pen, breast play, oral (giving and receiving), double oral(?), act of video recording sexual acts, praise kink, degradation, pet names (princess and baby), unprotected sex, creampie

Summary: The subway train? The bullet train? The soul train?? No...the only way off of heartbreak city is the Homie Train. Translation: do not spare a single one of your ex's friends. You will have to fuck every one of them. It's a guaranteed way.

author note: i kind went wild, i did my thing, i lost myself in sex, im here. with more filth. ha. haha. im ok, I promise. no I'm not

Tag: @shiningstar-byulxx @misssugarlips @tommolex @hoeforhao @honglynights @homerunhansol @dkakapizzaboy @junhui-recs @svtup @buffhoshi @meowmeowminnie @caratochan @lovebot4han

“Hae is a jerk. You’re better off.”

He did it over text. “We should see other people,” it said and all of a sudden, tears burned your eyes while your hands were scorching to the touch. You had an inkling this would happen but were not thinking it’d be this soon. Your boyfriend–well, now ex–always made you feel like you were never enough or didn’t care to put in effort despite the fact you were.

It perhaps started around your anniversary when you had planned a date night for just the two of you. Shock drew on your face when he entered the location with not only himself but his friends to follow, three in fact. 

Wonwoo, a fellow gamer he met through gaming tournaments and PC cafes. Soonyoung, a guy he met at an EDM concert around a year or two ago and never left. And finally, Jihoon, Soonyoung’s friend, someone just as uncomfortable as you were.

You pulled your boyfriend aside, saying you had only planned it to be a couples' night. It was then he insisted they’d only be here a short while. You’d still have their couple's night, and everything would be fine. But not a word of ‘anniversary’ once came up in the conversation. You should’ve known since then.

They had to have been the genuinely nicest guys you’ve ever encountered. No partner was perfect, but getting to know all three guys made you realize your boyfriend was far from it. Perhaps even the worse of the bunch. While Hae was preoccupied, Jihoon politely and quietly apologized. One, for overhearing your conversation, and two, for intruding on your night out.

You dismissed it, although bitter from the interruption, said what’s done is done and that you were still having a good time. It was the truth. Hae’s friends made good company, trying to make sure you were drinking enough water, eating enough food, and entertaining you just as much as they were each other.

At the end of the night, they were the ones insisting on getting you home early after your boyfriend rejected taking you home himself. 

You had done a lot of thinking since then, wondering how you came to this, when you realized they had followed you on social media, a universal sign of friendship. You talked with them more comfortably over time, seeing them almost as often as you did Hae, and eventually, they became your friends too. Despite that, your romantic relationship never improved and here you were, a blubbering mess in front of your new friends.

Wonwoo continued to hand you off tissues while Soonyoung pulled back your hair from covering your face. Jihoon, on the other hand, surfed Netflix for revenge movies that would take your mind off their stupid friend, if he could even call him that.

“Do Revenge, John Tucker Must Die, Carrie. Any of these sound appealing?”

“Why are they all high schoolers,” you asked, sniffling.

“Because teenagers are the most conniving, manipulative creatures on planet Earth. That's why they’re so good at revenge stories. Thought you could enjoy blowing off steam.”

You shook your head, blowing your nose into the cushion felt of the tissue before tossing it in a pile you made before they got here. “They all sound awful. Can’t we just skip to the end of The Glory when she finally gets her revenge on all of them?”

“No way,” Soonyoung retorted, “I just barely got through the curling iron parts. I can’t just skip…or I guess we could.”

He flipped the switch immediately after seeing the pitiful look on your face, caressing the side of your head to hinder any more tears from falling.

“We’ll do what you want,” Wonwoo assured, “as long as you start feeling better.”

He gave you your last tissue, and you mouthed a thank you before Jihoon put on the dark drama and you joined together on the couch. They made the process more manageable–not any less heartbreaking–but you couldn’t understand why it had hurt so hard. He had friends he treated well, better than you’ve ever seen. Why couldn’t he have done the same for you? 

You hadn’t planned on it, but the sun had gone down, and you were still accompanied by these three men, two deep in sleep. Meanwhile, Wonwoo had gone off to get himself water. “Want a cup?”

You trodded towards the tall man, still slumped from your emotions but accepting his glass as he poured himself a new one. “You guys didn’t have to come over.”

“Why wouldn’t we?”

You shrugged, “You were his friends first, I don’t know. Isn’t there bro code or something?”

He scoffed, “I think in these situations, we can figure out who’s in the wrong, and you’re perfect.”

Now it was your turn to scoff, finishing off the rest of your water before placing it to clean in the sink for your future self to clean. “If I’m so perfect, why would he break up with me?”

“I just told you. You’re perfect. Hae isn’t. He’s an idiot.”

“Wonwoo, he’s your friend.”

“Yeah, I don’t know about anymore,” he said, placing his empty cup next to yours.

“So what? You’re gonna stop being friends with him because he broke up with me?” You joked half-heartedly.

He thought for a second before nodding. “Yeah…I think that’s the right response.”

You didn’t expect it. This man, feelings more platonic than anything for you, has shown more loyalty to you in the past few months than your ex did in the past year. The tears were finally starting to come back. Wonwoo responded quickly and embraced you. His enormous arms tugged you against his broad upper body, his chin hugging the curve of your head, like two matching puzzle pieces. “I’m sorry you had to endure him. You deserve more than tolerance. You deserve love and care.”

You sobbed harder, staining the fabric of his sweater.

“Y/n, is that you crying? Not again.” Soonyoung quickly came by your side, joining you while a sleepy Jihoon quickly followed behind and embraced you just the same.

You had never felt warm like this. Three guys that had no ties to you besides someone you had a relationship with, now hugged you like they never wanted to let go. Had you met any of them before your ex, you wonder if you’d be crying the way you were now.

You didn’t want the night to end, so you insisted they stayed the night. You let borrow some oversize clothes that could probably fit them snugly and cracked open a few drinks to buzz out the emotions.

“I blame Soonyoung. He’s an awful judge of character. Too trusting.”

Jihoon was already off his rocker after a counted two bottles of soju. He did mention he hardly drank, but now you were understanding why.

“How was I supposed to know he was an asshole,” the culprit questioned, losing it after one singular bottle. This was more alike than they’d like to admit. “He was an alright guy then. A dick to girls too good for him though.”

Your cheeks heated up hearing that, finishing up your first bottle. 

“Like he plays Valo, he truly fumbled the bag right here.” Wonwoo slightly stirred, but still stood taller than the rest of them. 

You waved your hands in front of them dismissively. “Guys, stop. He–hic–don’t trash talk him just because of me.”

“We’ll do what we want!” Soonyoung shouted. “He’s the one that screwed up first! Imagine a beautiful, nice, pretty, gorgeous, sweet person like Y/n comes…and you break up with them! Huh? Math is nonexistent. I always hated algebra.”

Soonyoung began nodding his head on your shoulder like a lonesome pet, pouting aggressively. “So bad. Hae stupid. Stupid. Stupid just like algebra.”

“Soonyoung, water please,” you requested, nudging the bottle in his mouth, and relieved to see him accept it.

“Yeah, he’s not drinking anymore,” Wonwoo twisted the cap on the bottle with any remainder left and set it aside in a place Soonyoung couldn’t reach.

You sighed, hot in places that could only be done with high intakes of alcohol. You fell back against the sturdy couch as your thighs scratched over the surface of your carpet. “I feel like I haven’t said thank you enough. So, thank you.”

“You’ve said it plenty,” Wonwoo chuckled, “but good to see you happier.”

“You know what I want to see,” Jihoon interrupted, “Hae’s face seeing that we’re here instead of with him at the bar like he asked us to be. Fuck that guy! Y/n’s out here crying, and he wants to go out? Fuck you, Hae!”

Jihoon was one emotionally unstable drunk. You had never seen him like this before. Out of all the guys, he may have visibly disliked Hae the most, and right now it was definitely showing.

Soonyoung hugged your body with all his strength, nuzzling into you. “He sucks. Stupid Hae.”

“Enough, okay. Let’s not talk about him,” you commanded, a small pout of your own forming.

“If I dated Y/n, I’d show how special she is every day,” Soonyoung blubbered. “Give her all the kisses she wants, take her all the places she wants, drive her home, just to wake up in bed with her.”

You lightly nudged the giggly drunk, “Aw Soon…”

“If it were me,” Wonwoo joined, “I’d plan date nights without inviting my friends and it’d be the nicest place in town, spoil her until she beats 3-month-old milk. Make her feel like the only girl in the world.”

You sighed out of embarrassment, covering your face so they couldn’t see the cheesy ass smile that was forming involuntarily. “Wonwoo–”

“I’d just love her.” Jihoon had finally started sobering up to the point his words were comprehensive, but even then he didn’t sound fully there, like truth serum was doing the lord’s work in a way. “I’d do what Hae couldn’t and give her the most love I could ever give because if it was one thing Hae got I was jealous of, it was her love and undivided attention. He wasn’t worth any of it. Now it’s gone to waste.”

That may have hit you the hardest, feeling the waterworks building up again. You got up from the ground to wrap snugly around Jihoon, feeling him stiffen underneath you but reciprocating after taking the moment to process. His hand came up your back in an awkward loop, resting his head on your forehead as he let you cry. He didn’t say anything, but he figured it was what you wanted.

“I love you all,” you sobbed, pressing your lips on the curve of his cheek abruptly. “You’re so nice to me.”

“Y/n,” Jihoon said, now fully sober and conscious of a less-than-sober woman smothering him.

“I mean it,” You kissed the other side of his face, “You’re all the kindest,” –kiss– “Sweetest” –kiss— “Most tender loving guys I’ve ever met.”

You were stamping the man's face all over until you were toppling on top of him. His hands grip the base of your shoulders from falling face-first into his, but now you were staring back into his rounded eyes behind his spectacles. Forehead beaded with sweet, adam’s apple shifting from a harsh swallow, and his shallow rise and fall of his chest against yours. 

Your head was telling you all the right routes to take before you took the compulsive one and kissed his lips, grinding yourself on top of him. Jihoon eyes shot open before trying to move his head, away from your lips, slowly realizing he was succumbing to them.

“Y/n–” 

“Don’t leave, Jihoon,” You softly whined.

He pulled you up from the ground to place you back on the front of the couch, a phantom of your lips on his. “You’re drunk.”

“So?”

“You’re not in your right state of mind, Y/n,” Wonwoo intruded.

“Like I have been for the past years being with Hae? Like how I was so blind to see the signs of him….cheating on me?”

The surrounding men grew silent, unable to answer.

“You all knew–”

“We didn’t,” Jihoon denied, “We found out from Instagram. We were kept in the dark too.”

You let out a harsh breath, forearm pressed against your damp eyes.

“Fuck it,” Soonyoung spoke up in what felt like forever and pressed his lips against yours, finding you quick to respond.

You climbed against his lap before you started grinding, the salt of your tears slipping past your meshed lips. Your needy moans burned in the collective men’s ears, churning their stomachs, tightening their inseams, and Soonyoung became what they all envied. The outsiders scooted closer to the couple to get a clear view, heat radiating over their bodies hotter than any sun in the galaxy.

Only pure animal instinct ran through you, a longing to get off, gnawing at you like an insect. You ran your hand through his hair, pulling on it to emit his soft whines. Your abdomen tensed up, now pushing your weight against him until you could make the outline of his toned, fit body. 

He moaned your name helplessly, hands gathering the balls of your shirt into fists.

“Fuck me please,” you asked through weak whimpers, “Get him off me. Make him go away.”

At that moment, you knew exactly what you needed, sober or not. The image constantly ran through your mind of having dated one of them, any of them. They all would’ve had more potential of a happier future than you ever did with your ex.

Soonyoung completely understood, lifting your bodies from the ground and now on the couch. He shamelessly returned your kiss. His tongue moved at all angles for a taste, and the other men watched like the scene was a car crash, too mesmerized to look away, all while readjusting the discomfort in their pants.

Bothered by their needy presence so close, you pull away from Soonyoung to reunite with Jihoon, feeling more complacency than the initial kiss you shared. You cupped his face gingerly, stroking his soft features before taking his glasses off his face and placing it on the coffee table. 

Meanwhile, Soonyoung felt your skin smooth under his palm, tasting the tenderness of your neck. His hands crawled up your back, pawing at the band of your bra before releasing the clasps, your breasts falling gently from the lack of support. Slipping under the underwire, he kneaded your tender breasts, fingers finding your pebbled sensitivity before squeezing, your moans running up your throat.

Wonwoo kneeled with his face toward your back, hands following up your sides as his lips trailed up your spine in soft wonder. The whisper of his breath sends tingles to your body and you arch your back in surprise. This doesn’t scare you, as right now you showed no protest, but his hand hover over the top of your sweats, lightly pulling at the elastic. Cautiously, he slid past the thick material to find your folds, drenched under a mess of your own making. Vicious and thick under his fingers, Wonwoo groaned in your ear. “God, look how wet you are…”

You gasped against Jihoon’s lips as Wonwoo’s finger made himself slip up your fold, a thick layer of film wrapping around his fingers like honey. You shuddered before Jihoon grabbed your head and kissed you deeper, his free hand lost in the depth of the jeans he wore. It was all of the best world together happening simultaneously and now you couldn’t imagine having anything else like it.

“I need to be in you so badly,” Wonwoo grunted, pushing himself up the end of the couch to retrieve friction to his groin.

His fingers dug deeper inside, thumb caressing your clit, as his teeth grazed your skin. You pushed your weight into Soonyoung’s lap, feeling his cock throbbing beneath you. Flushed, you tore your shirt off, exposing your torso for others to worship, and that they did.

Their hands are entangled with your frame, wrapping around every surface of sweet skin. Slowly, one by one, each of them began to tore off the clothes, exposing themselves. Bodies on bodies of fire, inflamed with unbridled lust, determined to make all parts of you quiver under their touch. 

The couch wouldn’t have enough surface area, so they moved you to the bedroom. Jihoon’s hands were on your hips, and his lips peppered the nape of your neck. Soonyoung held up your front, latched on to your face with swollen lips. Meanwhile, Wonwoo closed the door behind them, stalking a beat later to enjoy the show.

Your bodies collapsed on the mattress and Soonyoung parted from you to allow Wonwoo access. Wonwoo towered over you, knee bent between your legs, lips languidly moving against yours. “What do you want?” He asked, kisses sweet and heated, “Let us give what your dumb boyfriend couldn’t.”

“Say the word, Y/n,” Soonyoung added, kissing your fingers, your palm, your wrist, and down your arm, “What will make you feel good?”

“Just…” you expelled desperate breath, “Fuck me, please.”

“You have to tell us, beautiful,” Jihoon’s fingers laced through your other hand, kissing the back of it, “What wouldn’t–or couldn’t–he do?”

“...eat me. He couldn’t eat me.”

Wonwoo grinned, “I’ve got that covered.”

You felt him kiss down your stomach, the pads of his fingers pressed into your flesh. His hands began to part your divide, lips tickling your inner thighs. You felt teeth, followed by relieved sighs as his fingers delicately brushed on your raw heat. “Of course, he couldn’t handle you. He wouldn’t know such a pretty pussy if it slapped him across the face.”

His lips gradually moved to the center, wrapping his lips around your entry as his eyes stared back at you like a deep void sucking you into its endless pit. His tongue licked your walls, earning a soft jump from you as Soonyoung and Jihoon help you down by your arms. A moan escapes your closed lips, your teeth driven into your bottom lip in anguish.

“She likes it,” Soonyoung commented amusedly.

“Well, I’m sure anything is better than that asshole…But Wonwoo doing it for you? His mouth feels good on your wet, needy pussy?”

Salvia caught in your throat, you fused into the sheets, “Fuck yes.”

Wonwoo chuckled against your skin before he faced you deeper, burning himself in your arousal until he was sure he’d drown in it. You were like honey on his tongue, rich and pure. Eating you out gave him all and more pleasure than a thousand hand jobs by a thousand of hands. You were pure ecstasy that had been forbidden from the very moment he laid his eyes on you. 

The only reason why he stayed friends with your ex for so long was his inner circle, including you. He endured every trash talk, every shit game, every extra hour session to improve Hae’s shitty hand coordination. It was worth it, at least now it was.

“He must be having a full course down there, you sound amazing,” Soonyoung whispered in your ear, hand fondling one breast, while Jihoon had the other. His lips were eating at your pebbled skin.

Your high only rose taller, your body tenser, and you can feel your skin swell up in heat as you clenched around Wonwoo’s tongue. Your climax gushed out of you like tree sap, coating his mouth in your warmth, dripping down from his lips to chin. He tasted what he only dreamt of, ecstasy and clouds. Only filthy.

He reached up to land your taste in your mouth. “How is it? Delicious, aren’t ya?”

“My turn,” Jihoon claimed your lips a second after, envy stemming from his lips as he tasted you himself. His stomach coiled over the filth in your mouth, pouring the thought of ruining you in his head. His cock throbbed at the image of being choked from your sopping cunt that he could only imagine felt good as it tasted. “I’ll get condoms.”

“Don’t.” You stopped, staring back into the man’s eyes in pleas. “I want to feel you, please.”

“Us? All of us?” Jihoon asked to confirm.

You gave him a definite nod, “I’m clean…and I’ve never let him touch me raw ever.”

“Are you sure, princess?” Wonwoo now asked, painfully aware of the offer hot on his fingertips.

“I-I trust you. Please…”

They briefed in quiet thought before agreeing, surrounding you at all sides. You reached up for Wonwoo, pulling him back on you with his cock thick and hard between his legs. Your hand went to claim him in your grip, stroking him from base to tip, the bulging veins up his shaft tingling at your fingertips.

“Careful there,” he cautioned, grinning, “you’ll make me get too excited.”

“That’s what I want,” you mused.

“Looks like Y/n is a little tease,” Soonyoung chuckled. “Let’s see if you can take what you dish.”

Jihoon came to your side before laying a hand on your pussy, lathering your moisture between his fingers and stretching open your folds. The curve of Wonwoo’s cock stood perfectly aligned at your entrance, wetting the head with a delectable sheen. He pushed himself in, savoring the safe haven that was your walls. It was the perfect stretch to his girth and he groaned at the plush felt, practically melting all around him. “Shit…”

“Look how good that pussy takes his cock, Hoon,” Soonyoung spoke, jaw dropped.

“Such a good little pussy,” Jihoon agreed, rubbing your clit, teeth tugging against your earlobe, “You’re gonna make me cum with how mouthwatering you look.”

You buried your grip in the sheets, head throwing as the plunge of Wonwoo’s cock, and you barely made out your request. “P-Phone…”

“Why do you need your phone,” Soonyoung asked in interest.

“S-snap…Hae…”

They were all shocked at first at your request, but pulled up the Snapchat app on the phone anyway, waiting to give you a signal to record. You then added on to the request, “Soon—Mmh—say some n-nice things before sending it t-to him…”

He turned a cheeky grin before pressing record. Wonwoo thrust in you deep, groaned louder, fucked you faster, and naturally spilled obscenities from your lips that ‘putting on a show’ wouldn’t be necessary. His hands roughly pulled your hips to him, as if to use you, bending you to his will, and fuck, did it feel good.

“You see this shit?” Soonyoung mocked. “That’s what fucking sounds like, you moron. Probably never heard her make those sounds before, have you? Funny enough, she likes raw cock, just not yours.”

You let out a guttural moan as Jihoon played with your tits. His teeth scratched up against your breast before biting, sucking, and moaning. You whispered in his ear something only he could hear it’s not long before he does as you asked, dangling his cock in front of you with bent knees. You grasped his shaft, tugging on his skin before fitting him in your mouth, pushing through your soft gags, and taking him deep in your mouth.

Jihoon sounded satisfied just as he looked. He put his hands in your hair before bobbing your head against him, his cock deep-throating you until you’re forced to breathe through your nose. He felt full and thick inside you, itching down the depths of your throat.

Soonyoung pulled the phone closer to you, just hornier watching you at work while he was at work. “Look. At. That. She’s taking his cock so fucking good. What a good girl. So fucking pretty–You’re such a stupid bitch, Hae. I hope you know that by now you never deserved her.”

Soonyoung’s thumb comes into the frame to wipe the overwhelmed tears in your eyes, while your delicious moans were muffled by Jihoon. “His cock taste good, baby?”

You nodded, whimpering as Jihoon tugged you harder, forcing your eyes on him. 

“Better than Hae’s?” Jihoon thought to ask, to which you nodded again, only more gingerly as you caressed his bare abdomen.

“Yeah, because Hae’s a little bitch,” Soonyoung egged. “You’ve got to be incredibly stupid to fucking lose someone like this. Well, bye now. Gotta get back to fucking your hot girlfriend–excuse me.” He turned the camera back on himself, visibly stroking his cock—veiny and hard. “Your hot Ex-girlfriend.”

He threw a farewell middle finger before sending it to him and tossing the phone aside. He caressed your head, “How’s that?”

You nodded, a bit too distracted to give a more definite answer.

“Good, now focus on orgasming, hmm?”

You saw Soonyoung’s cock, hard and in its lonesome before tending it, still stroking Jihoon’s. You alternated between the two for a period, letting both feel the inner working of your mouth. It was until you got enthusiastic that you rubbed them against each other, lathering each other your saliva. Their collective moans drowned out other sounds in the room. Vein to vein, shaft to shaft, head to head. With your tongue in between or licking up their lengths, their cocks gilded against each other as smooth as butter.

“Fuck, why does that feel good?” Jihoon whined, still drunk enough to admit some truth.

“Admit it, Hoonie, you like me,” Soonyoung teased between his moans.

Both your hands held them together, stroking them as if they were one. You could feel them bursting with arousal. It was orgasmic to see them cross, but not as much as it was taking them both in your mouth simultaneously, stretching your lips from corner to corner. They may have not pushed far, but your lips wrapped around them so bound and tight, it was more than they could’ve asked.

“Yes, shit…Just, like that, Y/n...You’re driving me insane right now…”

“Taking our cocks so beautifully, baby…Being perfect, good slut…Mmh, spit on it…that’s it…Take us deeper, baby…so fucking good.”

Wonwoo may have amped up his pace for the camera, but he was afraid to lose it. Taking the sides of your legs, he held them up to his shoulders so he could fuck you deeper, bottoming out in you. Your moans vibrated up the two men’s cock, one more sensitive than the other, making Jihoon curse at his limited patience. “Shit…so close…”

“Oh, Y/n…shit…fuck, I’m gonna cum too.” Wonwoo shut his eyes tight, attempting to resist the best he could but for him, the tides were too strong. 

Wonwoo doubled over, wailing about his impending orgasm before he released inside you, hot and inevitable. You clenched into the heat, feeling it invade the depth of your core until it meant you were full. It was too late for you to stop your own crash of arousal that followed immediately after. Meanwhile, Jihoon, not wanting to make the same mistake, pulled out of you a string of salvia routing from your swollen lips to his swollen cock. He cupped the side of your cheek, smiling a tired smile, and kissed your face as Soonyoung was still in your mouth. 

Unlike his friend, you milked Soonyoung dry, carnally taking every drop of his load he squeezed out between in his deep, aching groans. Either of his hands collapse the side of your head, pushing your lips against the base before dropping it inside you. “Take it, baby, swallow my cum.” Pockets full of cum lumped the column of your throat and traveled like an assembly line as you swallowed.

“Y/n…oh my god, like that…every drop….”

Eventually, positions shifted. Your lips connected back with Jihoon, while Soonyoung covered your backside, eating your pussy like it was the best thing in the fucking world. “Your pussy is the best thing in the fucking world.” He really spoke his mind.

Soonyoung proved himself to be a messy eater, tongue fucking you sideways, while the remainder of Wonwoo’s cum and yours slid all over his mouth. He felt it dribble down his chin, down his neck, even his chest. He was so turned on by such a filthy feast, it made him easy to find his cock. Thrusting and fisting himself, he edged his patience with quick brief intervals, stopping abruptly as soon as he felt close.

Jihoon smiled against your lips as he clashed with your tongue, fighting for your attention with his hands through your hair. “He feel good, hmm? I’m about to make you feel better. Come here.”

You did as he ask, Soonyoung’s lips following after, until the head of Jihoon’s cock prodded at your entrance, wet with teasing. Your whines, barely audible in the kiss, soon melted like milk chocolate, and Jihoon’s cock eased inside you just as easily as it eased out. He thrusted in you at an achingly slow rhythm, while Soonyoung’s eyes followed the motion like memorizing a dance. 

“I wish you could see from this angle how she’s taking it.” He spread your cheeks apart, and the gap of your warmth fluttered at the draft the second Jihoon pulled out. “You look fucking delicious, Y/n.”

Soonyoung gave you both a subtle signal before whipping his cock, angry and red at being left out. He steadied your body, Jihoon’s cock insistent on being inside, but that was no problem. Soonyoung teased your preoccupied hole, lubing himself with the pre-made mess, and eased himself in. He now felt what he could only describe as solid euphoria, breath-stealing and innate perfection.

Your molten walls melted around their cocks, and their deep, merciless plunges fill the every crevice of your body, as your back came in a perfect arch. Moans stayed stuck in your throat, trembling in a pleasurable ache. You lost yourself in the fullness you felt letting them fuck you and use you like the toy you’ve become. “F-fuck yes…more please…don’t stop…”

Jihoon moaned after you, lips puckering in pleasure. His head dipped back in the sheets, feeling like he was having sex for the first time all over again. A new, foreign feeling that makes him feel like seconds away from cumming. In soft whispers, he begged for it slow, swallowing his whimpers but showing weakness obvious weakness. It made you absolutely insane. You were the one taking two dicks in you but Jihoon made it feel as if you had to worry about him. You tenderly caressed his cheeks in solace, reassuring him the way you could that you’d take care of him.

Out of your peripheral view, you hadn't noticed Wonwoo until he started talking with his phone in hand. He approached the space above your head, recording the lewd view as his cock was came to your eye level. He tilted your chin up with his middle and index to meet his face, unadulterated dark lust oozing out of his eyes. “So pretty already taking two cocks. They fucking your pussy good?”

“Yes, so good…” you answered, taking every pounding.

“You know what I want, right?”

Your hands were already in his shaft, feeling how hard even after already came. “Yes.”

His hand brushed the top of your head, tugging it back so your eyes stared back into the camera lens. A corner of his lisp quirked up, slowly in a sinfully dark voice he commanded, “Take my cock, Princess.”

Soonyoung held you up from your side, while Jihoon reunited with your tits. Slowly but surely, you leaned in to welcome the head of his cock on your tongue, licking through the slit. In a lewd manner, your eyes drift in a dream-like expression. Your tongue trailing down his length before spitting against the shaft and coating your lips in a glossy sheen. 

“You really don’t get it, do you, Hae,” Wonwoo watched you through the screen, resisting the urge to not just completely fuck your mouth senseless at the moment, “Y/n was yours once, but she’s ours now. The difference is, we use our cocks right and put them in all the right places. You, however, will never know,” Wonwoo single-handedly wrapped your hair around his fingers in a makeshift ponytail, “what it’s like to be inside her again. We won’t let you.” from his grip, he pushed your head down to deep throat him, plugging the gap in which you’d normally breathe through.

Your eyes shut, tears burn down your cheek like liquid fire as you’re swirling your tongue around him before he pulled himself out, cussing under his breath. He zoomed in on your eyes, dazed and perfectly fucked, before sticking a thumb in your mouth, releasing a gleeful giggle. You looked like a new person entirely. Unrecognizable. Reborn. 

“Did you like that, princess?”

You let out a low purr, “Yes, Wonwoo…more please...”

He sent the video before tossing his phone away and finishing what he started. His cock made himself home in your mouth once again, now savoring the sensation. Wonwoo doesn’t hold himself back now, fucking your mouth despite any physical resistance your mouth may make. It made you feel alive, useful, and last but most important, wanted.

“You look so beautiful, Princess…yes, take our cocks. You’re doing a beautiful job.”

Their praises spoke to you like prayer, descending upon you like a light while committing sin. “Cum, on my cock, Y/n. I can take it,” Jihoon insisted, trembling under your touch. Soonyoung nodded in agreement, legs faltering as expected from going at you for as long as he could. Wonwoo was even starting to look like he’d give in. Bodies covered in a layer of sweat and sex. You were grateful to be gifted another climax, shuddering on top of the begging man while you managed through with limited oxygen. 

Orgasm after orgasm, they put you to ruin, and yet you never felt more on air. It felt like it went  on forever, but everyone moved with urgency. In the end, they pour their cum into you like it was your purpose, every hole of yours practically leaking with ivory honey. You collapsed on the body beneath you, his tone arms held you in place. He kissed you where Wonwoo left another mess of his and made love against your mouth, and not a thought of anything else.

They stayed the night as planned. Your bodies, now cleaned after a long, thorough shower, cradled against each other in your borrowed clothes. You fit together like pieces to a full picture, not one without the other. You worried about the aftermath the next day, awaiting the utter chaos that could follow, but realized it was your own imagination worrying you because things went as normal.

Smiles on their faces, tender and welcoming eyes, only at this point it made you warm all over, memories of last night flooding your brain.

The only difference was the hundreds of messages flooding your inbox from your ex, and the now deeply intimate connection you’ve made with a group that you only saw as friends. The same deep connection that had you cumming again that same morning.

[probably-writing-x]

Curtains Closed - Part 2

Summary:

Warnings: I dont thinkkkkkk there's any?

Author’s Note: I love writing this concept and I loveee writing requests so please let me know if you'd like more parts of this or if you have any other ideas <3 Love you all x

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You were sure that your reflection would start morphing if you stared at it anymore, or at least the small part that was visible in your compact mirror. Your makeup was still flawless, your hair still not even a fraction out of place, your outfit still hugging your body in the exact way it had done when you’d left. But now, sat in the car just before you had to leave, you wanted nothing more than to go home and change it all.

You should be high on life. You’d just won Best Actress for your role - a role you’d poured your heart and soul into. The film was a success, your name was in the headlines, everyone adored you. But as you were sat waiting to go into the after party, you couldn’t think of anything worse than having to celebrate your success alone.

“Are you ready to go honey?” Your assistant asks from beside you, offering you a smile.

She came with you everywhere, and she’d taken the plus one seat at the Oscars now that Drew wouldn’t be using it.

Drew. You hadn’t spoken to him since that day at your apartment, not even crossed paths once. You’d heard he’d been doing okay, and his film with Emily came out last week.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m ready,” You smile, taking a deep breath and stepping out of the car.

Vanity Fair was plastered along one wall of the red carpet, cameras lining up along the other side with their flashing lights, a sprinkling of celebrities across the carpet already.

You’re instantly whisked onto the carpet, told to stand in front of the sign and smile. You’d changed out of your lavish Oscar’s dress for one of the same colour, this one simpler, a silk dress that fell around your chest and hugged into your waist, dropping down to your ankles with an extremely low cut back.

“(Y/N)! (Y/N)! Over here!” Strangers’ voices call out to you from all different directions, all accompanied by the flash of their cameras.

You know how to pose by now, looking over your shoulder, moving your dress in the right way, look left, look right, go back to the front, change pose. It was all relatively routine to you at this point.

“(Y/N)! Over here! Look this way!” Another few voices shout and you try to keep your smile just as wide, knowing all of them wanted to capture the perfect shots of the lead actress of the year.

Your assistant comes back over to you and leads you over to the interviews, a row of filming cameras and people with microphones all waiting to hear from you.

“So, congratulations (Y/N), all of us here are so happy for you. How does it feel to officially be an Academy Award Winner?”

You take in a deep breath and smile, “You know, it’s just beyond words. I am so so grateful, I just feel like I’m living in a dream!”

The interviewer smiles and proceeds with their next question, “So who are you going to be celebrating with tonight?”

You swallow the lump in your throat, “Um, you know, I’m here with my assistant who is literally with me through everything, so I’m very happy to be sharing this with her. And then I’ll be celebrating with my family and my close friends as soon as I can.”

“That’s great, (Y/N), thank you! Have a lovely night.”

You move onto the next couple of interviews and they all ask you similar questions, about the film, about how amazing it was to win, about who you’d be celebrating with. The latter always brought the same sickness to your stomach. When Drew first saw you act, he told you he knew there’d be a moment when the world saw you in the way he did - and he told you he’d be there to cheer you on from the front row. But you were on the stage tonight, and his seat was re-named.

“I think Madelyn has just arrived,” Your assistant comments, “I’m going to head in but it might be nice for you two to get some photos together.”

“Sure, I’ll see you in there!” You encourage and she disappears.

You glance around at the carpet and catch sight of Madelyn just arriving. She’s wearing a black floor length dress accented with thin feathers and she looks as elegant as ever. Her face brightens up as soon as she sees you.

“Oh my god (Y/N)!” She squeals, extending her arms to envelop you in a hug, “Oh my god I am just so so so so so proud of you.”

“Thank you!” You respond, squeezing her a little tighter, “I’m so glad you’re here, I needed to see you tonight.”

“Girl, I gotchu, don’t worry,” She squeezes your arm, “I will warn you though, in about ten seconds I think you’re about to see somebody you really don’t want to see…”

Her words trail off into the ringing in your ears as you see who had just stepped out of the car behind her. His tall frame fitted into an all black suit, with just a small white trim along the button line of the shirts. His hair is buzzcut short, his eyes as piercing as ever when they are so harshly focused on you. And they are. As soon as his eyes fall to you, it is impossible for them to leave. The whole world around you seems to stop completely, all the sound drown out, everything else a blur but him and his face and his eyes and… him.

“Are you going to be okay?”

"Yes, yeah, of course," You cough a little, "Why wouldn't I be?"

And then you see. On the other side of the car, Emily stepping out. Her hair is fixed perfectly in a messy up-do, a short dress accenting her long legs and the perfect curves of her body. Perfect.

All of the reality comes tumbling back to you, washing over you in rushes of excess noise and bright lights and people shouting. You feel like you could sink into the carpet beneath you.

"(Y/N)," Drew says, now walking the short distance over to you, "Um, hi."

"Hi," Your breath catches in your throat, "How ar-"

"Hey honey, let's get some photos done," Emily cuts in, hurrying over and linking her arm with Drew's, "Oh, hey, (Y/N), didn't even know you'd be here."

You fight back any hatred from your words, "Yeah, yeah, sort of comes with the win I guess."

You can feel Madelyn smiling from beside you. Drew is still yet to take his eyes away from you, his lips slightly parted as if on the cusp of saying something.

Emily moves her hand and links her fingers with his, pulling both his and your attention to the point where their hands intertwine, "Come on babe, they need to get my good angle."

There's never a good way to describe the feeling, is there? How your heart feels like it tears in two and completely stops, all at the same second, all with no warning. How your hands feel like they lose all feeling but your body suddenly feels hyperaware of everything. How your brain loses all focus and your eyes cease to work but you can still note down every detail of exactly what is happening in front of you. How your worst nightmare is playing out right there, but you can't bring yourself to look away.

Drew doesn't say anything, simply nodding and following behind her as she drags the pair of them to stand in front of the cameras. You watch the photographers start snapping the shots and feel the tears start to bubble in your eyes, threatening to spill and expose how you felt for the headlines - fanning a fire you had tried to put out.

"Oh no you don't," Madelyn squeezes your hand, "You're not crying for him tonight, today is your day."

She grips your hand tighter and the pair of you walk in towards the party, forcing against every instinct in you to not look back at the sight of your worst nightmare playing out in front of you.

~~~

It's a little later into the party and you've done everything in your power to try and not think about Drew and Emily. Luckily, you'd been busy all night with people wanting to congratulate you on your win, thanking them and laughing when they say they want to be with you in your next project. It is at least an hour later when you see him again.

You're at the bar, waiting for the bartender to bring you your order, taking a minute to breathe amongst a lot of posing.

"Excuse me mate, can I grab a beer and a glass of water, please."

You'd know the tone anywhere. The same voice that made you weak at your knees, made your heart race.

He leans over the bar waiting for his drinks, glancing right until his eyes fall on you, "Hey."

"Hi," You respond, just as the bartender comes back with your drink.

Drew looks at you and then down to the glass in your hands like he can't manage to keep eye contact for too long.

"I should go," You say quickly before all of the air feels knocked from your lungs.

Drew stretches out a hand and wraps his fingers around your forearm, "Please don't."

There's a pleading in his eyes that laces his words, echoing in the slight furrow to his brows. When he sees you don't resist his touch, he relaxes, but his hand doesn't move just yet.

"I didn't get a chance to say it earlier but congratulations, really, I-" He stops himself, "I know how much you deserve it, and I just wanted you to know that I'm... I'm proud of you."

You let out a shaky breath, but draw your shoulders back and try to inject some confidence back into yourself, "Thank you, I appreciate that. You always did tell me it would happen eventually."

Drew lets out a raspy laugh, dropping his hand from your arm to drag it over his short hair, "Yeah, well, I believed in you," He stops, "Still do."

There's an ache in your heart to reach out for him. To tell him about the new coffee shop in New York that you've fallen in love with and how you want to go to Italy for the summer, how you wished you were reading more recently and how you aren't sure whether to take a new TV role. You went to tell him all the big and all the small, all the bad and all the good and everything in between. You want him to know you like he did last year.

In the silence, he glances down and looks at your drink, "They didn't give you ice."

"Oh, yeah, no, it's fine," You shrug, "I don't mind."

He frowns a little and takes it from you, "Sorry, do you mind putting some ice in this?"

You hover beside him at the bar, scanning your eyes down the lines of his side profile. As much as he didn't know it all, he did know you. He always would.

"Here," He gives you back your drink, "You never were good at sending food back."

You stop yourself from smiling too much, biting the inside of your cheek.

"I wanted to say to you too," He chews at the inside of his lip like he does when he is nervous, "Me and Emily-"

You put up a hand to stop him, "I don't think you need to tell me, Drew. If you're happy, that's great. But it took a lot for me to get over you, and I don't know if I can do all of that again so-"

"We're not together."

The words stop you in your tracks.

"We're not dating, we never were, we never will be," He states, clearly like he wants to make it certain that you hear him, "The producers said it would be a good idea to spark some rumours to promote the film, I didn't want to do it but..."

"You're not dating?"

"No, god no," He shakes his head aggressively, "After you and I split up she mentioned something about there being something between us, but I told her that I was waiting for you, and she understood. We're just friends, and I don't want it to be anything more."

You fight back another smile, feeling a little bit more like your boyfriend was stood in front of you - the boy who knew you.

"I told you I'd wait for you, (Y/N)," He shrugs his shoulders like its the easiest thing he's ever said, "I meant it."

[starry-night-author]

Loveee the new post 😩😩😩😩 make it a series if you would like

Thank you so much!! I think the most recent one when I got this ask was prompt #15, but lmk if that's not the one you were talking about! <3

Also, I have to admit... this is mostly just domestic fluff.

Prompt #15 (Pt.2)

(Part 1)

"I'm not talking to you," Villain huffed, folding their arms.

Hero raised an eyebrow. "I literally haven't even said anything." They'd just arrived for their night together with Villain, slipping off their coat. Villain sat on the bed, legs and arms crossed, refusing to look at them.

"You know why I'm mad," Villain shifted, turning their whole body away from them.

Hero did. Still, they couldn't help but tease. "No... I don't think I do. Did I walk in wrong?" It took everything in their power to keep the smile off of their face, the amusement out of their voice.

Villain glared at them. God, they were so cute.

"That's not it, then?" Hero stepped over to the bed, and Villain turned further around. "Did I make too much noise coming down the hall?"

They were now right at the edge of the bed, the mattress pressing into their thighs as Villain turned themself completely around, still pouting. "Or did I walk too quietly and startle you? I don't think I saw you jump when I came in."

Villain found a way to pout harder.

One knee on the bed, Hero leaned forward, arms wrapping around their foe from behind. "C'mon, what is it, Villain?"

"I'm not talking to you until you figure it out," Villain still wouldn't look at them, but they didn't pull away from Hero's hug.

So Hero hugged them closer, moving so their chest was pressed against Villain's back. They rested their chin on Villain's shoulder as well, leaning their head against their foe's. "Give me a hint, at least?"

Villain rolled their eyes. "Seriously?"

"Seriously! I'm drawing a blank here."

Villain leaned back against them, not responding.

"Villain, just tell me..." Hero whined teasingly. "I can't think of anything!"

"Yes you can! You just want me to say it."

"Say what?"

Villain didn't reply, and Hero knew they'd have to drop it soon before their enemy really got fed up.

"Hm..." Hero tilted their head the other way as they pretended to think. "Let me think back... could it have been something that I did last night? Or... a few weeks ago? Or..."

"I hate you," Villain grumbled.

Hero couldn't hold their laugh in, still hugging Villain tightly as they snorted, almost right in the villain's ear. "Ohhhh so that's what this is about. You're just mad because I beat you."

"It's not even that!" Villain exclaimed, pulling away. Hero let them go, sitting back and watching as Villain moved to the headboard, twisting around to sit against it. "My trap didn't work! It was going to be genius, and you figured it out!"

Right, Villain's traps that they took such pride in. The one they'd specially designed for Hero's team only earlier that day, and Hero had figured out how it worked and how not to fall for it. In the end their team had been able to capture Villain, but the criminal had slipped through their fingers just as they were calling for reinforcements to take them away.

Hero tilted their head in sympathy. "I'm sorry. But it's literally my job!"

"I'm still allowed to be mad about it." Villain drew their knees up to their chest. "And that one was particularly good!"

"It was," Hero agreed. "I only figured it out because you'd mentioned a similar trap you'd done once, and once I started to compare that to what was happening around me, I could get a general idea of where it was going."

"Wait, you only figured it out because I'd told you about it before?" Villain sat up with interest.

"Well, something like it." Hero clarified with a shrug.

"So I am still a genius!" Villain exclaimed triumphantly. They slammed their fist down on the bed. "No one can best my traps! I knew it!"

Hero chuckled, raising an eyebrow. "So that's what this is really about? We've gotten to the middle of this onion of anger?"

"I have a reputation," Villain sniffed haughtily. "No one's figured out my traps before, and you only did because I'd told you about it before, so it doesn't count. I have been bested by no one!" They announced.

Hero laughed again, walking across the bed on their knees to sit in front of Villain. "So you're not mad at me anymore?"

"I guess not." Villain yawned. "But I don't want to... do anything tonight."

"Then why'd you show up?" Hero questioned.

"Because I still wanted to see you," Villain cast them a smile, and Hero's heart melted. "I didn't have anything else to do."

"I wanted to see you too." They were irresistible as always, and Hero leaned in to kiss their cheek. "What do you want to do then?"

They ended up using Hero's watch to project a movie on to one of the walls, turning the lights off and snuggling up together to watch. The best position they'd found was to have Hero laying behind Villain, almost spooning them as they watched.

And it was just as the credits started rolling that Hero noticed Villain was breathing slower, their eyes closed and their body relaxed back against their enemy's. Hero grinned, pulling the blanket up higher over the two of them and reaching over Villain to their watch to switch it off.

They gingerly pulled Villain closer, shifting their arm underneath them to hold them tightly, resting their chin on top of their head.

They were warm, and their breath soft as Hero got comfortable next to them. Hero had never been in a relationship like this, and they had to admit they didn't think they'd ever be able to get by without someone to sleep next to at night. They slept better with Villain than they did by themself.

There was something so comforting to them about having someone else there.

Hero didn't know if it was the presence of another person or just Villain themself. Different parts of them wanted to believe either option.

They gently kissed Villain's head, wrapping their arm around them one last time before settling down.

"G'nigh't, Villain." They whispered softly. "I love you so much."

It wasn't much longer before Hero fell asleep, and the moon fully rose. It cast a long whitish beam through the room, draping itself like a bright veil on the bed, landing across Villain's blushing face.

They hadn't fallen asleep yet.

(Part 3)

[justurlocaleli]

Well.

Since it's the majority! Time to post ALL my cringe Jeff art from newest to oldest because I'm too ashamed to make more posts!!! :33

1.

this is my newest one :33

nothing much to say to it, I was just drawing Jeff since.. Jeff. Also, I'm trying to find how I draw him.. Overall? Just, this is the best I can give. It only gets worse from here

2.

(The girl is me btw, in all of these it's me) more trying out how to draw Jeff! It was inspired by this one dream I had while at my friends house. I really like how everything turned out, even the background!

3.

This is where we go into unspoken territory..

I fucking hate how I drew myself in this. But I LOVEEE how Jeff turned out. Big ass himbo. Also

The reason I look so SHIT in it, is because this is the original. I personally think I fucked it up even more and that I should draw alien me only in chibi form.

4.

I honestly like this one! It's an apocalypse AU (duh). The only thing I HATE with a burning passion is how Jeff's face turned out. And that it's the BETTER VERSION.

5.

...

I CAN EXPLAIN.

I'M NOT A FURRY, PROMISE

It was for a cai bot and just.. We don't talk about this.

6.

Last, but not least: this.

This.

I think you can all guess I like MLP.

I just.. Had to do this.

This wasn't even for a fic. OR a cai bot. I just did this on my own accord ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

...

Anyways thats all, hope you enjoyed my art

BYEEEEE

[supercutszns]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

i loveee this omg i’ve gotten this ask a few times thank u all sm i love u☹️☹️ i’ve only published like 7 pieces of writing on here so far so i’ll also be pulling stuff from my wp (jackboxes) bc i’m proud of the stuff on there as well! also these r in no particular order lol

1. twin beads (luke castellan) | my most recent work on here, besties to lovers with a poseidon! reader & a sibling relationship with percy<3 i actually love this one so much😭😭 my favourite trope and there are lots of lines in here i love—the paragraph when luke’s lying next to reader and she’s talking abt how nostalgic he feels i love them i fear.

2. true colours (luke castellan) | daughter of iris! reader that loves to paint is petrified her friend doesn’t like her back. luke’s willing to prove that’s not the case. this is i think my most,,,popular fic on here??? which surprises me to this day??? of all the ones i’ve written i feel like this one got me to the most people which is fucking whack bc i thought i phoned this one in so hard lol. got a newfound appreciation for it once i saw how many ppl related to it, made me feel better bc reader is so mecoded too <3 she’s got some self-esteem issues and a weird knee but she sees the world in colour and she’s adorbs. i’m very happy this one is well loved

3. hellstorm (douxie casperan) | haven’t updated this one in a while unfortunately but this is a beloved wattpad fic💔 i love niche fandoms sorry! storm is just a fun character to write she is a wet feral cat and i love her dearly! i really need to continue this bc i have detailed lore planned and i just love found family. hellstorm my beloved

4. rotten to the touch (luke castellan) | really need the inspo to pick back up for this one but idk i just love horrible sexy people there’s really not much else to it. i would love to make this a full blown series but idk if i have it in me but im trying to work on a little blurb for them so hopefully that goes out

5. frostfire (avatar: the last airbender) | to be honest this is the closest thing to a magnum opus i have. started writing it four years ago still nowhere near finished. 26k reads. three main characters three love interests three separate plot lines. gays. grief. gruelling exposition. it’s so ass but means so much to me. my friend drew art of the characters. it’s been translated into spanish. people have found it through tiktok. it is not half as good as it could be but i love it so so dearly and is probably my favourite thing ever. i don’t care. it’s mine. i will finish it. i have to.

okayyy anyways that’s it i’m so deeply sorry for being so inactive my current romantic relationship is grinding to a slow halt so everything feels joyless and repulsive. but hopefully the more i try to write the better it’ll get i love u all

[teddybeartoji]

alrighttt i havent checked up in a while cuz i realized how busy this year will be and how much i actually have to prepare (it's over for me and it hasn't even started) BUT!! i have something to say

despite me needing to work i am doing some undeserved self-care tonight and watching Logan so that i can watch Deadpool x Wolverine

and this movie omg... LOGAN HAS READING GLASSES IAHSJJZJZJAB I'M GOING INSANE IT SUITS HIM SOOOO WELL AND MAKES ME THINK OF THE CURRENT (maybe past atp) SIREN OFFICE TREND

AND HE HAS A SUIT. THIS MAN?? SUITED UP??

AND THEY MADE HIM HAVE A DAUGHTER??? i already mentioned i am WEAK for this trope, i am COLLECTING those single fathers like POKEMONS

anyways yeah that's it, wanted to share my love for the guy cuz i love grumpy old men... yeah.. [insert dreamy sigh here]

i hope you've been doing good and taking care of yourself, i usually spam people to let them know how much i care but sometimes i have trouble reaching out to anybody 👍 wanted to let you know just in case

also i actually drew something but it's ugly because i don't know anatomy, plus it's an idea from an smau and i feel drained so no energy to ask author and i dont wanna post anything without permission- so if i wanna draw something it has to be one of your fics and in that case it needs to be perfect so 😭 if i actually change and do well this year i will find the time and submit something.. maybe not good but it will come from the heart

have a good night mickey,

~ ☀️

HIIII SUNNY HIII!!!!!!!!!!!! FIRST OF ALL FUCK YOU MEAN "UNDESERVED SELF-CARE" 🤨🤨🤨🤨THIS KIND OF TALK IS NOT ALLOWED. EVER. SELF-CARE IS DESERVED SELF-CARE IS NEEDED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! you have to take care of yourself silly!!!!!! this is the first and foremost priority always always always!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AND EEEEE YEAHHH LOGAN WITH GLASSESS!!!!!! I REMEMBER THAT SO WELL OMFGGG overall i have only seen the film once and that was when it first came out so idk if i remember everything BUT THE GLASSES ARE ON MY MIND STILL. I LOVEEE WHEN PPL HAVE GLASSES esp if they're older men hehehehhe AND HE HAS A DAUGHTERRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!! THAT ACTUALLY MADE ME LOSE MY MINDDD RAHHHHHHHHHHHHH also kind of made me think abt joel and ellie from the last of us just now.. damn.......

I AM DOING OK BTWWW!!!!!!!! watched a bunch of films yesterday and today hehehee i am a true cinephile now wheewwwwww i do hope you've been getting some more sleep now though bc you deserve to rest too my love!!!!!!!!!!

ALSO. 🤨🤨🤨 "UGLY" I WILL BONK YOU SO HARD RN. STOP THIS MADNESS. drawing is so fucking hard and so fucking cool i am always genuinely so in awe of people who do it i love it so fucking much!!!!!!!!! YOU GOTTA HAVE SOME MORE FAITH IN YOURSELF SUNNY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! if it's hard to be positive you have to at least be neutral okay, no more of it's ugly or it's bad. it's very hard for you and your art to grow if you're putting it down angel!!! AND I WILL ALWAYS LOVE ANY ART THAT'S BASED ON MY OWN WRITINGS BC HOOLY FUCK THAT'S SO FUCKING COOL?!?!?!?!??! i couldn't be more excited abt that but PLEAAASEE don't feel pressured to do it okay?? i will be here forever i think lmao you have all the time in the world<3333333

[alkalinefrog]

Hi Alka!! may I ask, what is your approach to making comics? I have soo so many comic ideas in my head but whenever I try drawing it out I always feel stuck because I have no direction of where its going 😭 that and I always feel like the pacing is weird (?). I loveee the way you drew out the change comics!! every panel just felt flowed so naturally (if that makes sense haha)! Do you usually plan something out or just jump right into ? they're usually very tricky for me 😅

Hiya hiya! I answered an ask about this over here! The gist of that one was 1) maybe try scripting out your comic before diving in and 2) I'm flying by the seat of my pants and am amazed that the change comic reads semi-clearly LOL. So far I've just been taking it straight to final drawings and throwing things together as I go. I'm trying to learn how to streamline my process more by thumbnailing things ahead of time.

If we wanna talk pacing, it's gonna get a bit cerebral :'D. I approach it similar to storyboarding, where there are key story beats that I want to hit, and I try to connect the dots from there.

It's sort of like writing music, ya know? If everything's just going one note (eg: they walk from point A to B, then B to C...) it'll get boring quick. Sometimes, you'll want to slow down and maybe spend a few extra panels exploring the moment (like when L took Light's hand to kiss it, I wanted to show both of their reactions in "real time"). Sometimes you'll want to speed up with super quick cuts forward in time to build momentum (like the basement sequence where I went from one different flashback to the next)---- only to halt and slow down again (like when L snapped Light out of his spiral. We cut back to the present. I did some extra acting poses to bring the pace back down.)

It's hard for me to answer this without going on a filmmaking tangent :'''D The other post will probably help more getting you started. My best advice IS to dive in! You'll learn what works for you best through hands-on trial and error, because I sure am! If you're unsure the pacing, try showing it to someone and getting their feedback as a first-time reader!

I hope this helped a little, even if it's a bit confusing!

-Alka

[arewelonely]

I just went through your whole account and devoured everything!!! You're so good😭!! I adore how you write Jily 😍! If you ever feel like it, could you do 7th year Jily smut where they sneak away to some quiet corner or some secret room to have alone time together, please?

thank you loveee <3

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“Psst.”

James shifted which hand was holding up his chin so he could better peer at her while Professor McGonagall spoke, wand waving and objects shifting on the desk at the front of the classroom. He cocked an eyebrow.

Lily jerked her head towards the door.

His eyebrow raised higher, and his girlfriend smiled sweetly, held his eye contact, and then broke it. Ah. Shite. He bit his lip hard, dug his fingernails into his cheek. Lily. They were in class. She lifted her gaze back up from his literal pants to meet his eyes.

James swallowed and looked back to Professor McGonagall. He took his wand and held it under the desk, looking out of the very corner of his eye to lift Lily’s quill. He lowered it to dip in the ink and then brought it slowly to Lily’s parchment…

You’ve been spending too much time with me and the boys.

He exhaled and stretched his neck from side to side, scooching around in his seat. He was sure his handwriting was terrible, but Evans would figure it out.

Sirius shot him a look from his other side and James rolled his eyes. He pushed back his shoulders and tried to appear like he was concentrating on the lecture.

He fiddled with his wand in his lap. Yet, his quill was soon scratching across the parchment and he flicked his eyes up, a smile getting ready to break free.

I’ve read ahead, I can explain this lecture to you later.

The muscles in James’ face rippled and he risked a glance. Lily’s legs were crossed and she looked far too smug, red hair tucked behind her ear. Her tie was… it was drooping. She must have loosened it at some point in a previous class as she got tired; it was nearing the end of the day. He could loosen it some more.

James forced a swallow and turned back to McGonagall, the grandfather clock to her side showing forty-five minutes left. He had N.E.W.T.s this year, it was his last year, he wouldn’t be able to learn from McGonagall after this. He liked Transfiguration–it of course helped that Minnie had always had a soft spot for him (Quidditch, his good marks, et cetera), but he actually did enjoy this class.

James pretended that he didn’t notice Lily shifting in the seat next to him. He tried to pretend that he didn’t notice his quill was moving again though his hands were still clasped in his lap. It was really hard to avoid her though. He was too curious.

Who are you to deny me?

James squirmed his mouth around his smile. He bit the inside of his cheeks and then his lower lip and his nose wrinkled. Who was he to deny her?

He shifted his grip on his wand, took a quick glance at Lily’s paper again to get the mental image of her desk…

You denied me the other day.

You needed a shower.

I was hard all throughout my shower.

And I fixed that soon after.

James’ jaw had a thoroughly difficult time deciding whether it should tighten, loosen, or just fidget around uncomfortably. Fuck, Lil, we cannot discuss this right now.

We could, if you would take a bathroom break.

Forty minutes.

Lily audibly sighed and James ignored Sirius’ continued confused stares. He took his quill back from where it had been standing upright in the air and scratched down a few notes to make himself pretend that he was paying attention (transfiguration, concentration, focus–)

His quill wobbled and tried to jerk out of James’ grip. He narrowed his eyes at it, rather than its culprit, and tightened his hand. The feather squirmed even more and then shot upwards out of his grasp. James glanced over at Professor McGonagall, but she was thankfully answering a question from the other side of the classroom. What he would have done if she had asked to see his parchment...

But Evans was in charge now. James pursed his lips. He leaned back and raised his eyebrows, watching the feather lower itself to the parchment.

A circle.

Then another, and–ah, alright, and a long, circumcised dick.

James snorted and leaned forward a tad to cover the drawing from anyone else’s view. She was an artist, his girlfriend.

His quill was still squiggling under his body and he glanced down after a bit to find a messily-drawn vagina, with a flowerlike clit at the top.

James’ hand went to his neck. Oh. He rubbed it, staring at the page. Heat spread down his back. He cleared his throat.

“Professor, sorry, bathroom.”

He folded the parchment to hide the drawings, sliding it under his books, and walked towards the door. He let one of his fingers trace the top of Lily’s shoulders as he passed behind her.

Once in the hallway, James scanned the doors. There was a broom closet on this floor, if his memory served him right.

His footsteps echoed in the halls. Everyone was in class. Lily better be on her way.

Yes, here, he yanked the door open and shut.

In the darkness, James pressed his back to the wall and rubbed his forehead. He was growing harder now that there was no one here except him and the thoughts his girlfriend had placed in his head… He cupped himself with an exhale.

He would never stop thanking the world for Lily Evans.

“James?”

“Yeah, in here.”

Lily grinned and her eyes were sparkling as she shut the door behind her. James could just see her twinkles and then it all was dark and she tugged on his tie and kissed him, one hand sliding around his back, fingertips poking. “Hey.”

Lily looped an arm around James’ neck and pushed downwards, hoisting one leg around James’ waist. He caught her as she lifted her other leg, effectively climbing him in two steps, and Lily bent her head to kiss at James’ jaw as he laughed and turned them, nestling Lily on top of a stool stashed in the corner. Her hands danced along his shoulders.

“It was my artistry that got you, huh?”

James rolled his eyes and dragged his hands up from her waist. The corner of his mouth quirked as Lily took a raspy breath in. “Yeah, that dick drawing really got me going.” He drew circles with the pads of his fingers around Lily’s sides, inching his way closer to her chest.

“Mm?” Lily pulled him closer by his tie again, her legs squeezing him tight. His eyes adjusted to the dark and he smiled at her. “You seemed to have more trouble concentrating with my beautiful vagina though, or did I misinterpret the massive blush?”

James pushed away his smirk, bending to kiss her, trying to get her to stop talking–

But Lily dissolved into laughter, head falling to his shoulder as she squeezed him tighter again. She then picked her head up and tapped at his chest, nudging him away. “I was right!”

“Alright, hush, now…”

Lily winked and pushed aside his robes. James stifled a groan as she palmed his dick through his pants, having grown harder with the mention of her, so close to him.

“C’mere, Potter.” Lily cupped her palm around James’ jaw and brought him closer, kissing his lower lip and then his top. He bent over her more to deepen the kiss and slid his hand under her shirt, scraping his fingers upwards to brush under, up, and across her breasts.

He broke the kiss when Lily gave a soft moan and lowered his head to her neck. He kissed lightly under her jaw, right on her pulsepoint, and then gripped Lily’s waist tighter, sliding his hands towards the front of her thighs as he sucked softly.

“Ey, Potter…”

“Just a small one,” James said, biting his lip and glancing up at her, smile creeping around the edges of his mouth.

Lily flared her nostrils and shook her head, shoulders shaking with small laughter.

“Or I’ll move on down here?” He lifted Lily’s skirt up, his hands spreading out around her thighs.

Lily inhaled. “Alright.”

James swallowed as Lily held his eye contact, something in the glint of her eye and the curve of her mouth making his dick strain against his pants. He knelt down and kissed the inside of her thighs, stroking ahead of and behind his lips, couldn’t help his smile when his fingertips reached her underwear and she wiggled against him. He kissed along the point where her thigh met her pelvis and pushed aside her underwear to drag his fingers up along her.

She exhaled and twirled her fingers in his hair, scooting closer to the edge of the stool.

“Gimme the glasses,” she whispered.

James breathed out a chuckle and removed his head from under her skirt, beaming up at her until she plucked them from his face and placed them upright on her head like sunglasses.

“Cold metal,” Lily said, and James smirked and watched her nose shift around on her face as he pulled her underwear down and stroked her.

This was why he had left class, and he knew it and he knew that Lily knew it and his dick was so hard he had to give himself a squeeze every so often just to relieve some of the pressure because Lily, Merlin, she was breathing sporadically now. He couldn’t see her anymore, his head bent under her skirt, but he could feel her heartbeat on his lips. One of her legs was dangling over his shoulder and whenever he hit a particularly good spot, or got a good rhythm going, she’d push him closer with her heel.

Every so often James got a breathed version of his name–“Mm, James”–and occasionally she would whisper out instructions. For the most part, though, her heel and her wiggling and twitching against him when everything clicked just right drove him along.

“Okay, okay, come on up here.”

James rubbed the back of his hand against his lips and rose to his feet. He pressed Lily’s back against the wall and met her lips. Her kiss was insistent and she sucked on his lips and then his tongue. He grinned when she let go and pressed his forehead to hers, dragging his fingers back up her thigh.

Lily bucked against his hand and her nails dug into his shoulder blades. He bent to kiss her again, pressing light kisses on her jawline as his fingers pushed back and forth in time with Lily’s movements.

And yeah, this was why he had left class, for having to hold himself back as Lily’s squirming got more persistent and as she let out a few gasps and brought his unoccupied hand to her breast to squeeze briefly and then just drag along her body…

“Damn, James,” Lily exhaled. She rubbed her hands across his back as she pulled him away slowly and his pace slowed.

James caught her eye and smirked, swooping in to kiss her.

“Mm, mm, come here,” Lily kissed him one last time and then slid forward, stumbling a little bit as she landed on her feet.

James chuckled, his arms spotting her as she teetered. “You alright there?”

Lily glanced up at him, coy. “My legs are a bit shaky, perhaps.” She pulled up her underwear and then tugged at his pants, pulling him closer. She watched him as she undid his belt and slid her hand slowly around his dick.

He groaned and bent his head to her shoulder. “You’re talking.”

“We’ve got a stool right here if you’d like.”

James huffed out a laugh and maneuvered them so he could rest against the wall as Lily now sunk to her knees and took him in her mouth, eyes smiling as she licked around his tip and then sucked as far as she could.

He knew he had been dripping already and it wouldn’t take long. He rocked into her mouth slowly. The feeling of her enveloping him so fully… he hoped this was how she felt when he kissed her there. Her eyes were shut and she rubbed her hands on his thighs and around his balls. His glasses still sat atop her head.

He swallowed and managed, “ah shit, I–”

Lily increased her speed and took him as he came, humming a little around him. She then released him and pressed kisses to the inside of his thigh, stroking up and down his leg. He inhaled when her hand came close to his dick, it giving a little twitch in response. Lily grinned and brushed by it again.

“I think that’s your favorite part,” James said.

Lily raised her eyebrows and took his hands to get her back to standing again.

“When my dick just reacts to you existing.”

“Oh, yeah, for sure,” she said, her hands pressing to the sides of his face and kissing him again, and again and again. “I mean,” she continued, her kisses dipping to his jaw, “it’s analogous to your smirk when I needed a moment to stand.”

“I don’t smirk.”

Lily snorted and James grinned, plucking his glasses back from the top of her head.

“Beautiful,” he declared, blinking into the now clear world in front of him. His world beamed back.

They righted themselves, Lily fixing her skirt and James tucking his dick back into his pants. They straightened their robes and Lily tugged on James’ hair just because she could and she pulled him to her again and his hand snuck around her waist. They kissed in between grins and musings on how much time it had been since they had left class.

“I’m going to head back first,” Lily announced finally.

James frowned. “I left first.”

“Yeah, and I have more of a reputation to uphold.”

James snorted. “You just forced your boyfriend to leave class because you were horny, hardly a goody-two–”

Lily leaned back against James’ hand still holding her tight and shrugged. “They don’t know that.”

“What was it in the first place?”

“What was what?”

“What got you all riled up?”

Lily grinned. “Ah, I don’t know, you waltzed into class all cute and I’m horny this week and–”

“Just this week?”

Lily pressed close for one last kiss and then opened the door to the closet so a bit of light shone in. “I don’t know, I think I’m ovulating or something, ya know how it goes.”

“Oh, yes, I totally do,” James said, shaking his head and laughing.

“Anyway, I might need some help with my abundance of hormones a little later, perhaps tonight, or tomorrow, or–”

“Or why don’t you just draw a vagina on my paper when you’re feeling like it, and I’ll follow shortly thereafter?”

Lily beamed. “Yes, that sounds perfect.”

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Hello my beautiful blossom Hanna hru loveee!! I have a question and some feedback on something. So For my question I was wondering who’s your favorite idol you like drawing?? And what idol would you like to draw next?

Alsoo I’ve been working on teaser photos for my collab fics And I wanted your personal opinion on the sub heading for both of them. Here’s two I’ve been working on. ⬇️⬇️

Sorry Ik this is a lot, but I didn’t know who else to ask. 😭😭

Najaaaa, my precious angel!!! ✨ I'm good!! How about yoou??

Omg you always have the nicest and cutest questions T-T ❤️

Hmmmm the idol like drawing? Hmmm from the ones I've already drawn, I really liked drawing Jaehyun and Doyoung! I think they have very distinct features, so it's easier to draw them. Even if you draw them in different styles (like I drew them in chibi style), they will still be recognizable if you get their basic traits right, so I think I have more freedom when planning a drawing, and it's fun to play with their expressions and everything! Omg D.O too, it's so nice drawing him!! But I confess I love drawing girls the most, even if I have not drawn many female idols yet ahhaha (I drew Rosè, and it was so Nice T-T)

And an idol I want to draw next? Hmmmm for male, I want to draw Xiumin hahahahah because he also has very different features and he is cute as hell hohoh and for female, I want to draw Seulgi, for the same reason as Xiumin and because I want to put her in a Bear outfit T-T

And yoouuu Naja???? What idols do you like to draw??

Noowwww, OMG YOUR HEADERS!!!! ✨ You!!! Designer Queen!!!!

Omg I feel honoured to be able to see them dieta T-T thank you so much for showing them to me T-T ✨

And ok okkkk, I can say I LOVED THEM!! 💕

Omg Renjun's is simply gorgeous!! I think the colors and the fonts you used match well with the theme! It's Very delicate, yet powerful, I loved it!!!!

And Taeil's!!!!! It's Very Very soft and clean!!!! Will it be a fluff story? It gives me romantic comedy vibes hahahhah it's Very well done T-T love iit!!!

Sooo, in conclusion, both of them look really professional, they are not overwhelming at all, they are very elegant and pleasant to the eyes!! ✨✨✨

You're so talented T-T ❤️

Thanks again for sending me this ask!! I love to interact with you!!!!!! 💖

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CONGRATULATIONS, HARLEEN!

You have been accepted to play the role of MARC ARKWRIGHT with the faceclaim of SEBASTIAN STAN/MATTHEW DADDARIO. Please create your account and send it to the main in the next 24 hours. I have never believed in quantity over quality and your application, albeit relatively short, manages to paint a clear picture of who Marc is to you — and what he is to you, he became to me, because you are clearly inspired and ready to guide him in an unique way as the roleplay group grows. I, for one, am excited about every detail of your application and seeing them played out is certainly going to be entertaining, no matter what your concrete plans are. Your passion and seriousness are showing and are contagious. Please message the main, alongside your account, regarding your final faceclaim choice. Thank you.

OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION

Name and pronouns: Harleen. She/Her.

Age: 18.  

Time-zone: PST.

Activity level: Right now, I have a short break before my summer classes start up, so I am basically free all of the time. But, even when my classes do start up, they will be manageable and I’ll still be able to get on. And, just to put it out there, I never ghost rps! I hate it and I never do it, I always give my 100%!

Triggers: removed for privacy

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IN CHARACTER INFORMATION

Desired character: Marc Arkwright – aksfjkdsg I read his bio and instantly fell in loveee! I’m a sucker for broken characters, oops?  And, I saw soo much potential for him, and so much that I could do with his character! I have a lot of different ideas for family/sexuality/Elizabeth and I would love to get the chance to develop him!!

Gender and pronouns of the character: He/Him.

Changes: I am torn, I love Sebastian, but I also love Matthew but I am TORN rn... will I be able to make a final fc decision after / if accepted? (If not, I’ll stick with Sebastian no worries!) 

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Traits:

everyone always sees marc as hot-headed & aggressive, but they always forget he’s nothing if not loyal & fierce. and, rarely, they can catch him being tender & driven – he’s got too much going on in his mind to focus on letting his guards down or wondering about the future when his present is at stake. dealing with a chronic illness [ooc: yet to be decided], marc has become angry at the world, reflective of his mistakes, but nonetheless – he still keeps his head up, because, goddamn, he’s still marc fucking arkwright, and if the world’s only catching up to him now, it still has a long way to go.

Extras:

major: business – a choice probably pushed forward by his father. marc sort of hates business, unless he’s thinking about himself as the CEO of something.

his mother’s absence probably has something to do with his extensive trust issues

he’s always been close with his father, until recently [ooc: i might link this back to his sexuality]

sexuality: bisexual – and hiding it. he’s known for the girls falling at his feet, and he’s not ready to break his reputation [ooc: i want to make his reputation a big important thing for him, and i’m probably going to link this back to his father/having to act masculine/straight/etc vs finding out he’s sick/ready to give it up, and if i get accepted + i can make a full/better developed biography!]

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PARA SAMPLE

Marc was late and there were six missed calls sitting on his phone. However, he had already made it here before the first call – he just couldn’t make it inside.Marc looked up at the church casting abstract shadows around him and fought the temptation to reach for another cigarette. But, he had already smoked one on his way here and another as he paced in the parking lot. There was a precarious feeling shifting through his bones as he stood in front the ethereal church. If he closed his eyes, he could remember fragments of blue skies and Sunday services and that uncomfortable feeling under his skin every time he was forced to walk into a church- the feeling was still there. Expect, this time, it was mixed with crushing guilt and a heavy feeling tearing at his heart. And, it wasn’t just blue skies he remembered, but bright eyes and light laughter. If only she knew what he could be capable of.  

Giving one last look to his sleek car parked recklessly on the side, he stepped off the curb and pushed away all of the thoughts of speeding away. Marc walked toward the front steps of the church, hands fidgeting at his sides before he shoved them into his pockets. He held his breath as he walked in through the large doors and he could feel every single head turn, all of the pairs of eyes staring him down, and he could already sense the gossip stirring in mouths. Tilting his chin up like a fuck you, he let all his nerves unravel as he sauntered over to where he saw Jamie standing. Marc pulled his hands out of his pockets and tugged at his tie as he fixed his eyes to the front, the casket sitting in a halo of sunlight pouring in through stained windows. He felt something nudge his side, and looked up at Jamie. “Hey,” the other’s voice seemed to reach out and pull him out of his trance. He met his eyes and tried to stomach his tight-lipped smile. But, it only made him that much more sick. Turning back to the front, Marc let everything drown into static. Near the end, Elizabeth’s family had left a slot of time for him to speak on behalf of his classmates. If only they knew what he was guilty of.

Stumbling up the few steps, he walked over to the podium and tried to take a deep breath in. But, suddenly, Marc couldn’t breathe. He was suffocating, but nobody noticed. All eyes were on him, but nobody fucking noticed. His heartbeat was racing rapidly. Shit, shit. “Fuck, I can’t,” The words tripped out of his mouth, as he stared at everyone looking at him. He couldn’t register their faces, couldn’t register anything besides the guilt ripping him apart. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He broke for a faltered second, before instinct was pulling him back in. Taking a step back, he drew in a large breath. The room was silent and everyone was watching him closely – waiting for his next move, and he had to calculate if carefully. Glancing up, he shifted closer to the podium. “If only Elizabeth was here, to see me like this. She would crack some joke,” he let out a soft breath and tried to ease the tightness in his bones. “The first time I met her, I…” Marc looked at the crowd and quickly fell into his place as Marc Fucking Arkwright, just as quickly as he had fallen apart. If only everyone knew how practiced he had become at pulling himself together.

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