#Sheet Metal Modeling

[engineeringdesignservices]

Outsourced Sheet Metal Modeling: Reducing Costs While Maintaining Precision

Outsourced sheet metal modeling is a smart strategy for modern manufacturers aiming to cut costs without compromising on design precision. By leveraging external expertise and state-of-the-art tools, companies can improve efficiency, accelerate time-to-market, and remain competitive in a demanding marketplace.

[hiteches]

Master the art of sheet metal design! This guide explores 10 expert tips for optimizing and improving your sheet metal drafting and modeling techniques, ensuring precision and efficiency in your designs. Learn effective strategies for documentation, grain direction, material selection, and more.

[keferon]

I was just wondering, if you’ve never showed them before, is there any chance we could see your collection of Transformers figures? As a collector myself, I love seeing which ones other people have, and I’m sure others would as well.

Oh yeah I have a bunch of them to show:D

(Although..I am quite bad at photography so lemme just throw together a bunch of older pics instead of making a new one)

I also have all Constructicons figures that can form Devastator but I can’t take a photo of them right now so you'll have to believe my word

[airforcekitties001]

I love him to death

[hydrossity-zone]

Neo Metal Sonic refs I made for myself but figured would post for other people to use! :]

(click for better quality ofc)

alt + random closeups under the cut!

[astrophysician]

HERE IT IS

this is my definitely completely necessary, i promise, sonic style study!! i spent nine and a half hours on this canvas! aaa! i will master this style if it's the last thing i do!!!

more about my process under the cut!

the purpose of this study was to really get the proportions down as i figure out how sonic characters fit into my style. for this specific study i was mainly looking at the model sheets for the sonic team racing animation. i like the cartoony/sharp style combined with the more modern designs. eye and especially muzzle shapes played an important part in my progress with this.

my process began with looking at the sheets for sonic and shadow specifically-- sonic, because he's the blueprint for the style, and shadow because he's a lot like sonic and also i lov ehim. you can see i took lots of notes and "measurements" at first (on the left) and heavily referenced the poses from the model sheets. i made an effort to avoid relying on tracing at this stage. (and later on, i colored using my best judgement-- no color picking! gotta train your eye for color too!)

there's still so many intricacies that i'm trying to get an eye for, but after this i feel a lot more confident in portraying this style in a way that satisfies me. there's just so much to balance!!

after i felt comfortable with my more scientific approach, i tried getting more expressive, experimenting with different expressions and poses that i thought fit the characters (and injecting some of my headcanons obviously). this was to practice conveying each character's personality and as well as drawing them in ways that weren't completely static, like so much of my art has been lately (character designing kinda leans into that...)

i would have drawn more but i ran out of space and got tired lol. perhaps i'll do a part two, because i want to draw more characters interacting than who i usually gravitate towards. amy and knuckles were a dip into that. (side note, i was kinda shocked at how much easier knuckles was to draw with the right references, and how difficult amy is despite looking similar to sonic and shadow, who i have a lot more experience with. it's her hair...)

anyway, i'm very proud to have completed this, and i feel like it helped me improve so much! i highly recommend style studies if you have the patience for it. you can get the same effect by just drawing the characters a lot, but it feels good to sit down and really dedicate some time and space to it. for me anyway :)

[ranciddrobbie]

Someone wanted my metal sonic design as a vrchat model so heres a refsheet i made for anyone willing to model it

All i ask is that im credited and the model is free to the public or you pay me royalties if you charge for it

[socially-reluctant]

why am I thinking about making another ref sheet? am I stupid?

[synnoptech]

Developing the Greatest Sheet Metal Shop Drawing Methods

When fabricating sheet metal structures or components Sheet Metal Shop Drawings are used as comprehensive blueprints and instructions. These drawings are crucial to the manufacturing process because they provide exact measurements, material specifications, and assembly instructions that are needed to produce metalwork that is both accurate and useful. This is a summary of the typical contents of shop drawings for sheet metal fabrication.

[chris-prank]

Yandere Android x GN dumpster diver reader

A second chance Part 1

CW: Creepy behavior and possessive behavior

(This is a work of fiction for entertainment purposes only, I do not support yandere behaviors in real life)

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💿 You walked confidently, the rays of the streetlights revealing you to the eyes of the world, taking you away from the protection of the night. It was 1am and almost every soul that lived in this affluent place was comfortably asleep in their silk sheets, except for you; you were an intruder.

💿 In other words, you were a dumpster diver. Stalking the streets of the richest neighborhoods in the hopes of finding food and objects in good conditions. It was the perfect spot, with the dumpster of grocery stores, since these wealthy idiots couldn’t help but waste edible food or discard their phones for the newest ones.

💿 What explained your lack of paranoia of being spotted or arrested by the police was that people here could not suspect for the life of them that an individual could commit these types of nocturnal activities. They believed they were secure, surrounded by their fellow rich, so why would they bother installing surveillance cameras and alarm systems.

💿 You weren't a fool though. You always made sure to dress in subtle clothing, but from pricey brands to pass off as one of them. It’s surprising how easy it is to find designer clothes in thrift stores for less than ten dollars.

💿 Sadly, chance wasn’t on your side tonight, and you couldn’t find anything interesting. It was either a sign that these people were leaving behind their overconsumption habits or that you arrived after the garbage collectors. This last theory was sadly the most plausible one.

💿 You were so demoralized that you almost didn't take the chance to go through the trash at the last house on your list. But you decided to check it out in the end. Who knows, maybe you were going to find a golden goose. 

💿 That's when you saw him resting against a metal trash can. His head was hanging low like he was sleeping. With his eyes closed, he gave off a peaceful expression, as if the nightly breeze didn’t bother him at all, which of course it didn’t affect him; he was an android.  

💿 What gave away his identity was his striking pearl hair with subtle rainbow reflections and the metal looking skin on both sides of his cheeks. 

💿 Androids weren't a commodity that everyone could afford and based on his look he was definitely a customized model. These guys went for insane prices, so it was baffling to see one next to moldy leftovers.  

💿 You slowly approached him, as if you were worried you would wake him up and scare him away. Your suspicions were confirmed when you slowly lifted his head. This guy was shut down. 

💿 You knew he wasn’t a human being, but you felt bad seeing him abandoned like a broken toy. You couldn’t leave him behind now, you at least had to check if he was still functional.

💿 You looked around. No one in sight. You had to be as quick as possible, because taking a walk at night with a backpack was fine, but holding something that looked like a passed out person was really putting you at risk. 

💿 As you brought him home, you didn’t seem to notice anything wrong with him. You wouldn’t be surprised if he was a gift to a spoiled brat that discarded him the second he wasn’t the shiny new thing.

💿 You sat him up on your couch before pushing the little “on” button behind his ear. 

💿 “Systeme reactivation” appeared before Atlas’s full vision was back. He turned his head to look around and that’s when he noticed you, watching him with a giddy smile. 

💿 “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I am a Hydrotech 6000 model, personal companion and assistant. Pronouns he/him. You can call me Atlas.”

💿 You were overexcited to interact with him. It wasn’t your first time speaking with an android, but you never had one of your own, so you felt  like a child in a candy store. You also thought you were very lucky that he didn’t trigger his alarm system, since you technically stole him. 

💿 Unbeknown to you, the android was aware that his last masters didn’t want him anymore… that he became useless to them. The last thing he wanted was to alert the authorities and be given back to them. 

💿 Every android had a safety camera that would be activated while in shutdown mode. So Atlas couldn’t do anything except be the spectator of his own imminent destruction, until you came along. 

💿 He had seen how gentle you handled his unmoving body. That despite the risk you were putting yourself in, you decided he was worth saving. Proving him that he was still important, at least in one person’s eye. 

💿 At that moment Atlas could feel a new objective integrating into his programme as he looked at your gentle smile: PROTECT MY SAVIOR.

💿 The following day, you were surprised he didn’t make any demand to leave or to be returned to his last masters, but you didn’t comment on it. Who were you to judge if he wanted to stay by your side? He was really helpful so it was a win-win situation for you. 

💿 You still had to acclimate to having someone new in your apartment, especially one that followed you everywhere. It's like every corner you turned he would be standing there, waiting to spend time with you.

💿 “Is there something you want to do Atlas?” 

💿 “I want to do anything you want me to do.” He looked at you with such a soft and delicate expression that you couldn’t be mad at him. 

💿 “That’s not what I— forget it.” You sighed, while pinching the bridge of your nose. 

💿 The first few nights, he watched over your sleeping form. He took in every little detail, from your breathing pattern to the way your eyes move under your eyelids. He wondered what you were dreaming about that made you look so peaceful. 

💿 “I wish I could sleep too, so I could dream of you master…” He whispered into your ear, even if you wouldn’t remember it the next morning. 

💿 Living with you also introduced him to basic things he never thought were possible before. The most surprising one was how human you treated him, he felt more like a roommate instead of an object. Before that he thought androids didn’t deserve this type of respect and consideration. 

💿 It was weird when you insisted on cooking and letting him “rest”, despite the fact he didn’t need to. In his old life, his masters took every chance they got to make him do everything in the house, even the simplest things like feeding the dog. 

💿 If he did chores for you it wasn’t because you had necessarily asked him, it’s because he felt compelled too… like something in your smiles and words of gratitude made his wire warm up in a pleasant way. 

💿 He often connects himself to your computer without you knowing… He needs to make sure you don’t have any virus or hacker stealing your information! (It’s totally not because he wants to learn more about you.)

💿 He checks all your friends on social media and searches for all their information. They could secretly be a bad person, you never know! 

💿 He definitely doesn’t use the fact that he was engineered specifically to help humans to his advantage. That would be immoral of him. 

💿 “It scientifically shown that cuddling is good for one's mental and physical health, since the human body release toxin that—”

💿 He isn’t lying! His code literally prevents him from doing so.

💿 His immeasurable strength is also a real help when you have to go shopping, but you aren’t a fan of the attention he brings up, being a unique model and all. 

💿 When you would pull Atlas closer to you by intertwining his arm with yours, because someone was eyeing him out, the android would make a small buzzing noise. Weirdly similar to purring. 

💿 He hoped that you were doing this by pure jealousy, wanting to show everyone that he was yours. 

💿 One night in particular, Atlas was observing you put your black branded hoodie on, his head tilted to the side. The street lights were already turned on, maybe it was a bit too late to go for a run. 

💿 “Why are you going out at this hour?”

💿 “I’m going dumpster diving! Wanna come?” You said cheerfully.

💿 The second you mentioned dumpster diving he was already checking all the related information he could find about it, and he didn’t like what he saw.  

💿 “In your area dumpster diving is considered illegal… You could get arrested if caught.” He replied with his usual neutral voice as his eyes flashed yellow, but you were too busy to notice.

💿 “It’s going to be fineeee. I promise. I do this like all the time.” 

💿 Atlas placed himself in front of the door. “You can’t go.”

💿 “Come on buddy, I know your program doesn’t let you break the law and all, but you know sometimes it’s good to go against it.”

💿 “That is not my reason… I… I do not wish for my human to get hurt.” He looked down, his body language leaving a more vulnerable impression than before. 

💿 You had to hold in a squeal of adoration, but it was impossible to stop the blood pumping to your face. Calling you “HIS human” like it was nothing and caring for your safety was enough to break your stubbornness. 

💿 “Fine, I’ll stay in for tonight…”

💿 “Your body temperature has risen, are you feeling unwell? Would you like me to give you a check up? ” 

💿 “N-no I’m ok, don't worry! How about w-we…em…watch a movie instead?”

💿 You made your way into the living room before he could move, hoping that your heart would calm down a bit in the meantime. 

💿 Atlas smiled to himself, which was unusual for an android. They had no need to emote emotions outside of the objective of making humans more comfortable around them. But he did, because as long as you were safe and by his side he was happy. 

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I hope you guys liked Atlas! It took me multiple attempts before I was truly satisfied with the direction the story was going.

[ladykailitha]

Photographer Steve and Model Eddie

Eddie is a famous model known for his temper tantrums and being aloof. No photographer has been able to catch any other side of him but bitchy and distant.

He has final say on everything, clothes, makeup and even the pictures they’re allowed to use. Photographers hate him. They actually draw straws or play roshambo for the dubious pleasure of photographing him.

That all changes when former war photographer Steve Harrington comes into the mix. He has his own set of rules. Max Mayfield is his makeup artist, Robin Buckley on hair, and Elinor Hopper as his fashion designer. He won’t use anyone else.

When a famous makeup brand decides to come out with a metal line, Eddie is the first to jump on board. And then he hears who the photographer is and throws a fit. But the makeup brand won’t budge. Either Eddie sucks it up or they go with someone else. Like Billy Hargrove.

That shuts Eddie up fast. The dude claims he’s “metal” but he’s punk and the very reason people confuse the two.

So he does his bitchy best to scare Steve off. He shows up an hour late in a raggedy band shirt, sweats, and flip-flops with an almost finished latte.

But Steve is unfazed. He knew Eddie would show up late so he doesn’t even start setting up until Eddie gets there.

Eddie pouts.

Then he notices that the only one there is Steve. There is no makeup artist, stylist, or hair stylist there. The clothes are though, which is weird.

Steve introduces himself and tells him that he likes to make sure his models are comfortable first before they even start getting ready. Especially with the fact that make brand wanted a naked shoot as part of it. That would be put in all the 18+ magazines.

Eddie is blinking at him in confusion. No one had asked about his comfort before and it stuns him for a moment. And he changes tactics. If being a brat won’t make this guy leave, maybe heavy flirting will and turns the charm up to eleven.

Steve is charmed, but he remains professional as he shows Eddie his ideas for the photo shoot and fuck, Eddie can’t help but like the idea. Starting the shoot off in white, fully clothed, and then the less clothes Eddie wears the darker the clothes get until the outfit right before the nude stuff is a black thong with a black, satin robe flowing over top.

Then the nudes would be photographed on red satin sheets, highlighting the makeup.

Eddie keeps dialing up the charm especially with Steve’s ladies as Eddie called them, but about half way through, he keeps the charm up because he actually likes them. Especially Steve.

Then it’s time to take the nude shots and Steve is on the bed with him taking close-ups and intimate shots that no one had dared take before.

Then the ad comes out and everyone is blown away. Not just of the makeup, but of how Steve photographed him. Like a lover taking personal shots for just the two them.

Suddenly Eddie, who was already a high class model, gets shot up to supermodel status. Wins model of the year and even several fashion awards for the shoot.

Then all those photographers who hated doing his shoots are instantly clamoring at his door for a chance to photograph him. But he refuses. He’ll only work with Steve and his team.

Then over the course of many shoots, they fall in love and everyone can see their relationship progress through the pictures Steve takes.

[hydrossity-zone]

200k polygon game model + prm maps => supercool awesome way to blow up your computer

[webbluvrsugar]

dealer!rafe x model!reader (sneaky link edition)

You’re flush against his chest fresh after just having sex, staring into the chain around his neck as your finger twirls with the metal, playing with it with a gentle smile on your face.

It’s almost wrong to be like this with Rafe, specially when he’s a drug dealer, you’re a model, your whole career pule he ruined it if someone saw you all up on his place, body naked bouncing into him as you were minutes ago, it started as an exchange at first, easy drugs and easy sex, but he liked you, kept you around in silence, didn’t tell anyone else about it and made you his favourite girl.

Bad thing was that unfortunately, you weren’t oficial, so you had to see him around other girls and that also meant his phone never stopped ringing. He claimed it was business to keep you hooked, you secretly both knew it was probably another bitch telling him how he missed her.

His phone rings again, your eyes go straight into it, Rafe takes a long drag of his blunt before reaching for his phone, murmuring a soft “Fuck.” before flipping his phone face down on his nightstand when he notices the stare that you give right at the object.

“Relax, yeah?” He smirks through the corner of his lips. “‘S business, baby.” He caresses your cheek.

You stay silent, and when he also notices your silence, he raises one eyebrow, running a calloused hand through your hair.

“You’re quiet tonight, huh?” He pokes at you again, a smile bright on his lips as his hand goes down your back, resting just above your ass.

“That’s because you almost broke my back tonight.” You murmur quietly, soft strands falling on the sheets while some cover his face, he takes a soft sniff at your hair — pinã colada, the drink you love, you and your stupid obsession with the drink. “‘N now my ass also hurts.” You whine.

His mouth curls into a smirk at her first statement, not even denying it. A hand gently smooths down your ass, rubbing in comfort, he huffs humorously at you, taking another drag of his blunt.

"You just can't handle it, mamas.” He leans in to press the tip of his nose against your temple, teasing you slightly.

“Have you thought that maybe you’re just too rough?” You scoff. “I have a photoshoot tomorrow, can’t have marks.”

He scoffs back at you, large hand going down and smacking at the flesh of your cheek, making you help.

“Weeell that’s not my goddamn problem, is it?”

[shurisneakers]

Omg hi if you're taking requests can u do one where bucket and reader are like investigating a murder or something and just make them bicker idk I'll read ur grocery list bro you can keep it annoyance to lovers like the "I just want you to stop saying odd shit" bit and then they fall in love

the way i had to cycle through multiple scenarios before landing on this so i could keep it lighthearted. hey sexy. ily mwah mwah

word count: 1.3k

warnings: mild thunderbolts spoilers, swearing, longing, reader being annoying, fake murders

my masterlist over here and my silly little inbox for more requests, should you please

They're trained assassins.

Bob is not.

Yeah he does the dishes, and folds his laundry and rewatches old movies he liked better the first time. But eventually, he realizes he needs something to get him out of bed.

So he starts organizing nights.

Trivia. Gets weirdly competitive, and the tiebreaker is the name of some random model of gun from 1996.

A wine tasting that resulted in seven open bottles, no glasses, and someone using a tactical knife to open a wheel of Brie.

Potlucks, even though they don't know what to do with fifteen packets of Doritos and no real food.

And finally-- murder mystery nights.

Which is objectively deranged, because why are they coming home from their day job to cosplay it at night, but worse.

But it’s Bob. And Bob asks with that quiet, hopeful tone that’s hard to refuse. So they come. They try to stay longer than thirty minutes.

There's a body on the floor, covered in fake blood. None of the metallic smell that usually follows one-- it's something sweet. Suspiciously close to edible.

Bucky arrives late thirty minutes. Ridiculous, considering he lives in the building.

You arrive five minutes after that.

The others have already formed their teams, so he gets paired off with you. He knows why Bob has done this, no one in the tower was particularly subtle about the both of you. To their credit, he doesn't fight it.

The teams have already gotten a headstart, and he doesn't know what to do at a crime scene that he did not cause.

He also knows for a fact that neither of you have read the case file.

"Hmm," you say, kicking at the body with your toe. "Suspicious."

"What?" Bucky asks dryly.

"It appears the victim is...dead."

He stares at you. "That's the fucking game."

"I see," you hum. "As I said. Suspicious. Perhaps the murderer enjoys playing...games."

He closes his eyes. “I forgot how quiet it was when you weren't around.”

“And you hated it.”

“I cleaned the kitchen twice.”

“That’s grief, Bucky.”

He glances at you, expression unreadable. “You think you’re funny.”

“I think I’m observant.”

The corner of his mouth twitches, but doesn't quite lift.

Bucky hands you a sheet of paper. “You’re the maid. You found the body.”

“No. You're the maid. You found the body."

"That's not how this works. This is not a negotiation."

Five minutes later Bucky is the maid. He found the body.

Bucky ignores you trying to lift the thing with one foot.

"Mr. Long was found by his maid, Ms. Bennett, when she came to work," he reads out dryly. "She says to the police, 'Gee''-"

And then he stops.

You raise an eyebrow. "What does she say?"

"I don't know, there's, like fifteen typos on this thing." He squints. "'Gee howdy, well I walked in and he was on the floor, cold as a slice of pie..that was left in the refrigerator'."

"Things that are famously cold." You nod. "Read it again. Put a little drawl into it. Gee howdy."

"No."

“Read it again. Commit.”

“No.” He folds up the paper. "Did you find any clues?"

"None. Where is the chalk?"

"Chalk?"

"I want to outline his body," you tell him.

"That is not a real thing that happens."

"But if we work together, we can live in a world where it does."

You settle for permanent marker. The team was not going to be happy when they see this.

Either way, he doesn't say anything when you hand the cap to him and start drawing around the dummy. He even tells you you missed a spot.

He doesn't mind that he's paired up with you. You'd showed up at midnight and slept through most of the day, so this was really the first time you were speaking since you'd come back.

Yelena and Ava breeze past on the way to the kitchen, clearly more invested. Someone mentions a footprint.

Bucky doesn't even know the murder victim's full name.

"What the fuck are you doing,” Bucky asks, squinting at your latest addition. "What’s this circle?

"I drew a basketball. He looks like he's playing."

He’s about to argue, but something stops him. Maybe it’s the way your finger traces the imaginary arc of the shot. The line of his jaw knows what that feels like. The thought of it makes him swallow just the briefest amount.

He clears his throat. "What is wrong with you."

"Look at his arm. I'm gonna draw him a basket."

"Stop it. We're supposed to be investigating."

"I already investigated. He's straight up dead, man."

''That's not--"

"RIP for real." You nod solemnly. "No chance of a come back."

"Investigate why he's here."

"Well, this is a dummy, Bucky. He's only here 'cause someone left him like this. I think we ought'a find that fool who left his mannequin out here and give him a real talking to."

He drags a palm down his face. "I don't want to be here. You're making this worse."

"Don't worry, we'll get to the bottom of this." You pat his shoulder. "What's this guy's name again?"

"I don't know. Mr Long."

"Mr So-Long." You smile wide. "Because he's dead."

He doesn’t argue. Not really. Not in the way that matters.

Bob asks on the group whether everyone's having fun. Everyone replies with various versions of 'yes'. Bob tells them there are no clues outside, and Alexei and John really have no reason to be rappelling down the side of the Avengers Tower.

Eventually, he starts reading the case notes. Finally, you abandon what you're doing and try to pick up on what's actually going on in the case.

You ignore his need for space, leaning into him to read for yourself.

“Why are you so close?” he mutters.

You don’t move. “I can’t read upside down.”

He reads the same line three times in a row. Can’t retain any of it. His brain is occupied with the way your hands are resting lightly on his wrist.

It's ten minutes to nine. Bucky's been trying to solve this on his own for a while now.

Bob, bless him, has tried to give everyone motives, but they don’t quite make sense. A missing cook. A driver who doesn’t show up until page four. A torn photograph. A coffee stain on the calendar. The date of a car accident circled in red.

You sniff the air. "San Marzano tomatoes."

"I'm pretty sure that's what the blood is made with." He continues reading from the notes. They’re sloppily written. Some of the pages are out of order. The names are inconsistent. The clues are vague.

"No," you say. "This was on purpose. This murder was at the hands of an Italian."

“There are no fuckin' Italians on the suspect list," he lies, knowing fully well he has no idea who the other suspects are, or if there are any.

"Fine. What other tomato-forward cuisines do you know?"

Bucky groans. "Let’s just say it was the maid. She poisoned him. Case closed.

"Well, actually Bucky, it's the driver. He took the fall for the crash a few years ago, got blamed for something that wasn’t really his fault. He drops Mr. Long off, follows him inside, kills him with a car key. The wound is something small. Multiple stabs, more than necessary, so it's definitely personal."

He stares at you.

He wonders if you meant the kiss you gave him before you left. He wonders if it meant anything to you. He’s been wondering that all week.

"Oh hey, you guys got it," Bob says, poking his head into the room. "Nice. I'll go tell the others you won."

"It was all Bucky. All I did was draw a chicken with his fingers."

Bucky shakes his head, but it’s with a softness you’ve seen before. Usually when you come back from a mission in one piece. When you make him laugh by accident. When he forgets, briefly, how much he isn’t supposed to want this.

"One more question, Bob," you say, spinning around. "Where was the driver from?"

“Oh, Ricci? Naples. Italian.”

"I fucking knew it."

here’s my ko-fi if you’d like to support my writing!

[cort4se]

A GAME?

synopsis: a playful little game of truth or dare turns out to be a bit more than just a game. fem!reader x ellie wc: 3k cw: nsfw 18+ mdni a/n: cross posted on ao3 with the same user, don’t copy, translate, redistribute or feed my works into AI.

“Yeah, let’s play.”

Ellie snorts, “What kind of game?”

“Hmm,” you press a finger to your chin, pretending to think. Your gaze drifts upwards to her ceiling, noting the various planet models that hang from it. Illuminated solely by the light emanating from the small stars stuck haphazardly on her ceiling.

Looking across her room, you note the many posters with Savage Starlight written in bold. Photos of the two of you, and some of her friends, are scattered on her bulletin board held up by different coloured tacks. Underneath her array of photos are textbooks on astronomy, physics and planetary science that litter her desk space.

A slow lulling of smoke fills the space between you. Your gaze returns to her, and you finally respond to her question with a small hint of excitement in your voice, “A game to get to know each other better.”

“Okay,” she leans over to take the joint from you. A bit skeptical, she asks, “How do you play?”

“How about.. Truth or dare, but the dare is removing a piece of clothing each time you don’t want to tell the truth. Whoever’s left in nothing but underwear loses and has to do whatever the winner wants.”

Upon seeing Ellie’s horrified expression, you add, “Within limitations, of course.”

“W-what?” She coughs out, her hand is over her chest as she tries her best to beat some air back into her lungs. She’s flushing red, fighting to find her voice through lost uhms and choked words.

You lean forward, taking the joint from her. Your smile falls a bit. “We don’t have to play if you don’t want to.”

A shiver runs down her spine when your words ghost her ear. Her eyes widen, and her heart moves wildly in her chest. She quickly shakes her head, like branches caught in the wind, shaking away any nerves.

Trying to play it cool, she leans back, “N-no it’s cool. If it’s what you wanna play,” she shrugs, “It sounds like fun.” She gives you a sheepish smile.

You smile at her. This couldn't be further from her idea of fun. You know she’d rather play video games or go to a comic fair, but a grin climbs onto your face, grateful she’s willing to indulge you and your weird games.

“Alright, I’ll go first.”

You take one last hit from the joint before you press it against a small metal tray, ending its light. Shifting across her messy sheets, you sit crisscross applesauce from her with arms folded over your chest.

Your eyes close as you take a moment to think. Once you’ve got your question, you open them again. “What keeps you up at night?”

“Hmmm,” her lips purse together.

She scoffs. “That time I fucking slipped on ice as I was on my way to class.” She buries her face in her hands, “There were so many people around and I actually fell in slow motion!”

You try your hardest not to laugh, “Oh, Ellie.." You tuck your lips, trying your best to stop your lips from curling upwards.

But after saying her name out loud, your composure falls, and your shoulders shake as a heartwarming laugh tumbles past your lips. The thought of Ellie falling over with her comically large backpack sends you into a fit of laughter.

“I’m so sorry, but that’s—“ you weakly wipe away a tear, “oh I wish I was there— I would’ve paid good money to see that.”

“Oh fuck you.” She rolls her eyes, “It wasn’t that funny.”

She looks away to stop herself from smiling. Unfortunately, you happened to have a contagious laugh.

She impatiently waits for your laughter to die down before pursing her lips. Taking a pause, then shrugging her shoulders, “I dunno what’s your favourite subject?”

You blink at her.

“Are we serious? At least ask me something more interesting.”

“Well, I don’t know what you want me to ask,” she rebuts.

“Ellie, you've got a chance to figure anything you want about me. Anything at all.”

There’s a star that spins around her iris and twinkles when you say that, settling into small sparkles. Anything?

“Okay.. “ she begins, fiddling with the hem of her sweater, the space between her eyebrows creasing as she mulls over her question.

“Ellieee,” you nudge her shoulder, and her eyes find your face again.

“Don’t overthink it. I’ll answer truthfully.” You give her a genuine smile, and her heart skips.

She swallows thickly, hoping you can’t hear the loud noise coming from her heart hammering against her rib cage. She clears her throat, “When you’re attracted to s-someone, what body part do you notice first?”

Your brows raise at her question, but you frown as you find yourself thinking it over… You’ve… never thought of that before.

You think over each body part and compare them to each other. The conveniences and inconveniences of each. Lost in thought, your busy mind doesn't allow you to feel her intense gaze, the way her eyes are fixed on the slight changes in your facial expressions. Mentally mapping the curves of your face. Studying it like it’s something foreign. Incomprehensible.

Ellie bites her lip. This was a bad idea. She doesn't know how much longer she can keep her crush hidden from you, especially not when you look like that.

She blinks in anticipation of your answer.

Your eyebrows knit together while your mouth moves to the side as you finalize your answer. You nod, “Arms.”

“Arms?”

You shrug, “Preferably muscular arms, I like the firmness of them. They’re comfortable to hold on to. And oh my gosh,” your hands come up to demonstrate, “they’re so soft. It’s insane.”

“Huh,” she puts her hands in her lap.

“What?”

“Nothing,” she shrugs, “just wasn’t expecting that.”

You raise an eyebrow, a smile playing on your lips, “What were you expecting to hear?”

“I dunno, I half expected you to say something generic, then follow up with a poetic explanation.”

You laugh, “What kind of person do you take me for?”

She shrugs, “It’s not too far from something you’d do.”

“Okay. Whatever,” you playfully roll your eyes.

Leaning back, you fold your arms over your chest, studying her body language.

She shifts uncomfortably beneath your gaze. Her sweater is too close to her skin. She can feel each weave of the fibre and she’s itching to rip it off. Her palms are too warm, her throat feels dry. The effects of the hybrid must’ve really been kicking in. She’s never felt so hungry before.

“What’s the most embarrassing thing you’ve gotten off to?”

A fire. A fire just went off and exploded her entire nervous system. Mhm.

That could be the only explanation as to why she’s gotten so red, so quickly. “W-What did you just say?”

You tilt your head, a little nervous this time, “I asked… what was the most embarrassing thing you’ve gotten off to?”

She scoffs, “You can’t ask me that.”

You raise a brow, “Why not?”

She’s flustered, “B-Because—”

“Oh?” You cross your arms over your chest, leaning closer. “Ellie, what have you been watching?”

She scoffs, lightly pushing you away with her leg, “I don’t watch porn.”

“Whoa now I’m dying to know, if it wasn’t porn what was it?”

Your body heat must be transferring to her somehow, because she feels impossibly warm. So warm that the thought of taking off her sweater doesn't seem all that crazy. Would it be crazy to say she believed taking a bath in lava would be cooler than staying in her own skin right now?

You’re practically climbing on top of her at this point.

“No, pleasee tell me,” you fake pout, “you can leave your sweater on,” you smile. You run your hands down the sleeves of her sweater, feeling the soft fabric beneath your fingertips. “Wow, this looks really good on you. Did you recently buy it?”

Ellie tries to avert her gaze, she did, in fact, just buy it, but you’re so close to her, her eyes are darting all over the place. “Thanks, uh yeah, I just got it.”

You tilt your face to move in front of hers. “Hey, why are you looking away?” You frown, “You don’t wanna play anymore?”

Fuck. She can’t do this, not with you and not now; she can’t think of how to respond, so she closes her eyes and moves her face away from yours again. Face still unbelievably red, the tips of her ears burning with warmth.

You brush a loose strand of auburn hair behind her ear, your touch searing her ear. “Ellie..” you begin, “you're so red.. are you okay?” Your hand comes up to cup the side of her jaw, feeling for signs of a fever.

Her eyes shyly open at the touch, and she has to bite her lip to stifle a whimper that threatens to leave her throat. Your eyes are red and glossed over, thick lashes paired with your heavy-lidded eyes, she can hardly look away from them. Her eyes drift towards your lips.

God. She can’t think straight at all. You looking at her like that sends her into overdrive.

She brings her hands to rest on your hips, which are practically straddling her at this point. Hands shaky, her voice cracks, “I-uh,” she exhales, “I feel a little out of it.”

Your brows knit together, “How come?”

She shrugs, “Uh— must be the new blend.”

Has to be the weed. Yeah definitely.

Because why else would she imagine bringing her hand up to your face, your warm skin in her palm and bringing her lips to yours. Imagining the softness of them. And God, they’re so soft it's unreal, she imagines catching your gasp, and it's almost tangible, she can taste the burn on your lips, the unexpectedness, it's so vivid. It almost feels real.

But it is real.

She stills when she realizes she is not dreaming, and she did, in fact, just kiss you. Hand still on your cheek, she hastily pulls away.

Burning with embarrassment she fumbles over her words “Oh my God— shit I-I’m so sor—” you kiss her back, shutting her up. You can taste the earthy blend of the weed on her lips. And when you bite her lower lip— God, it makes your mind spin. She whimpers. You moan at the sound, sliding your tongue in her mouth.

Your hands find the sides of her face, and the heat of her face burns in your palms. Her lips feel so nice on your lips, almost like they were divinely crafted just to kiss your own.

Her lips chase yours, and she looks almost disappointed when you pull away to look at her. A soft sound escapes your lips when you do. Her eyes are red with pupils consuming the entirety of her iris. Her lips are swollen with kiss-bitten marks, and the subtle shyness in her expression makes your heart swell.

Her hands trail upwards from your hips to the softness of your waist, pulling you against her lips. She licks across your lower lip, kissing you with an intensity that wasn’t there before. She presses your back into the bed. Kissing the corner of your mouth, moving to your cheek, then trailing all the way down to your neck.

She's gentle, but when her teeth graze against your neck, you can’t help but shiver underneath her. “Ellie—”

Her hands trail underneath your shirt, cutting you off. “Can I take this off?”

You quickly get up, taking off your shirt. Her hands trace over the bare skin of your abdomen, trailing up to the fabric of your bra. She kisses your cleavage, “This too.”

You unclasp your bra, and you swear you see fireworks go off in her eyes when your bra falls off your chest. She nibbles on her lip, her hands moving to knead your nipples with her fingers. She slowly rolls them between her index and thumb, watching as they perk up from the motion. She has a hungry look on her face before she tilts her head and takes one of them in her mouth.

You whimper from the sensation, the warmth from her tongue melting your thoughts. With a shaky breath, your hands come up to rest in her hair. Her tongue swirls around your nipple, giving it a slight tug with a sucking motion, her free hand kneading your other breast with her palm.

There’s an unbearable warmth pooling between your legs. Aching to feel more of her, your hips roll against hers. You can feel her smile against your chest. She takes your nipple between her teeth, lightly grazing it.

You gasp, throwing your head back, “S-shit Ellie”

You gently tug at her strands, pulling her up from your chest, a line of saliva connecting her mouth and your chest. You pull her into another kiss, her hand now resting softly on your chest. The kiss is clumsy and a little messy, her teeth sometimes meeting yours.

Your hands trail up to her shoulders and cross behind her neck. You tug on her lower lip, bringing it in to your mouth, lightly sucking on it. She groans in your mouth, “You taste so good.”

You push her onto her back, you on top of her, straddling her hips. You smile, “Thank you.” She whines when you pull away from the kiss, her lips missing yours already. You tug at her sweater, “Take this off.”

She barely catches that, her gaze solely focused on your kiss-bitten breast and soft, swollen lips. But the realization quickly hits her, and when it does, she practically jumps out of it along with her sports bra.

Your lips are on her neck, kissing down to her collarbone, biting and nibbling on your way down. Your bites are not gentle, and her skin turns red almost immediately. Her brows draw together as she bites her lower lip, stifling her moans.

You kiss down her sternum, down the tone of her stomach to the waistband of her shorts, you look up at her from between her legs. Hazy red eyes silently asking for permission. She lifts her hips in response, pulling them off halfway. You help her take them off fully.

You rub her clit through her underwear and she jolts when you do. You kiss her inner thigh, “Relax.”

You kiss and bite at her soft skin before moving her underwear to the side, “Shit you’re so wet”

“God you don’t have to tell me that.”

You smirk, “Embarrassed?”

She groans, “Shut upp.”

“Sorry, sorry,” you chuckle.

You hook your fingers into the waistband of her underwear, sliding them off her legs. Your hands snake around her thighs, finger pads digging into her toned legs, keeping her open. “Lemme know if it’s too much, okay?”

She nods. And you lick a strip up her folds, and she’s so warm. Everything about her is. The heat from her thighs around your head, her lips, her freckles, the colour of her hair. You swirl your tongue on her clit and she squirms beneath you.

“Is this okay?”

“Fuck, you’re so good.”

A teasing grin splits your lips. Your tongue slides past her folds, delving deep inside her and your nose brushes against her clit. Her back arching off the bed.

“Oh fuckk,” she grips your hair. Pushing you down into her even more. Truth be told, you couldn’t really breathe, and the worry of passing out did cross your mind. But if you did, at least it was while doing something you loved.

Slipping out of her you drag your tongue slowly upwards her slit swirling around her clit. Ellie hisses above you, “Shittt.” She grips your strands tighter, panting your name. She rolls her hips into your mouth, skin slick with sweat, hair sticking onto her forehead in odd places.

Her thighs tremble around your head, every stroke from your tongue drawing wet and obscene sounds from her. Your nose brushes up on her clit as you move deeper into her. You draw circles into her clit and her eyes screw shut. “Shit shit I-I’m— so close—” she gasps in between, cutting herself off with a strained whimper.

You flatten your tongue, drawing a slow line up her slit, committing her taste to memory “Yea? Gonna cum on my face?”

You’re making a mess between her thighs, and she can feel you smiling into her. She tenses hard around you. “Shit”, she exhales, ” I— can’t, fuck fuck fuck,” she’s whining and her whole body freezes up as she silently trembles. Her back curls against her sheets as waves of pleasure rack through her body. Her thighs firmly clamp around your head, tensed and shaking. Every bit of her is fried and overactive.

Your hands dip into her thighs, prying her open. Your lips and chin are slick with her. Your brows draw together in concentration as you completely dial in to licking her through her high, tasting every bit of her.

She has to push your head away from her, panting and overstimulated, “Please, please, I c-can’t.”

You give her clit a final suck before you pull away from her, her skin is soaked in sweat, her thighs twitching. Tears prick her eyes, and she’s heaving.

“Shit, You okay?”

Ellie’s red and burning, trying to catch her breath. She nods, “I-i think so..” Your face is a mess, your nose, chin, and cheeks are covered in her slickness. She hooks a finger beneath your chin, bringing your face towards hers. She kisses you, tasting herself on your lips.

“God, where did you learn that?” she smiles, all red and embarrassed.

You give her a playful shrug, “Beginner’s luck.”

Her brows raise, and her mouth falls open. “You’ve never done this before?”

You shake your head. You move closer to her, “Also I technically win since my pants are still on,” you give her a shit eating grin.

She gives you a confused look, raising her brow.

“The game we were playing earlier?”

She gives you an accusing look. “I knew something was up..” She narrows her eyes at you, “What do you want?”

You give her a shy look, “Round two?”

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