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beesmygod · 2 days

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yesterday was webcomics day. i am bea and i make "A Ghost Story" - part 4: the art

this part i feel like gets done semi-easy once the rest of the shit is dealt with. yesterday, my knuckles continued to swell and feel like rotten wood so i had to cut it short. this shit happens more frequently than i would prefer. today i need to run to the store and also pick myself up a lil treat (an eighth). for right now tho i have some cbd rich stuff that should help. maybe. while the index finger still hurts, only the middle knuckle is swollen anymore. let's see.

i started with panels 2 and 3 bc they seemed the least immediately labor intensive. ill be copy/pasting the line/flats for panel 3 to edit from there. t...there's going to be a lot of copy/paste this page. its not usually like that. but i usually only copy/paste the lines and flats. i will re-shade things so that they look different

unlike the sketch, the lineart has more "weight" to it. wait thats not how the pillow would deform. hold on.

ok that's better. did people even notice that before i changed it. probably not. but it matters to me!!!!! these little things add up and add weight to your world!!!! ive been trying new things with line as as of [looks at watch] last week. so it looks bad right now. like someones vague idea of what good lineart is supposed to look like. practice makes perfect tho....or breeds familiarity or something.

some parts of this look weird. dont worry. we will cover up that shit with speech bubbles. thank you comics for your ways of obfuscating bad art.

flats are easy. select everything that isnt your line art, invert the selection, and dump a base layer. then color that base layer with a mask

this page will, blessedly, not have any complex backgrounds. i already established the scene previously and can skate on doing my textured backgrounds. the background gradients in the direction the light in the room is being cast, usually.

first, a multiply layer at 50%. since she's facing away from the light source, she'll be mostly in shadow. then a white overlay layer at 50%; this is to make the first shadow layer pop and keep from getting too muddy. then a second multiply layer at 50% for the next layer of shadows.

added some sweat beads to make her look more haggard and some shine to her hair, since she's so close to the light. i've started bothering doing this bc it unfortunately looks good. finally i add one more multiply layer at 40% over her eyes to make her look more over this entire thing. and then added the red glow in another overlay layer (100%) where it would land if being cast from above.

completely servicable and theres room for like. a speech bubble later. usually i do text first, but in this case its so secondary to the actions being performed, i want to prioritize one over the other.

looking at it, im not going to be able to copy/paste this after all. she's going to settle in more and her body will rotate too much in the process. i can use this as a base to trace over, though, which will get me started.

but pain is occurring so im going to eat breakfast. what a bitch!

#a ghost story #webcomics #web comics #webcomic #webcomic day

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minarosario · 9 months

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Day 7 Challenge- Medic

#theres a lot of details #tf2 medic #tf2 fanart #minarosario #tf2 engineer #it took me so long #zoom in please?#im not doing anymore backgrounds with lines #tf2 satan #tf2 #daily challenge #Im going to cry

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mayhemspreadingguy · 1 year

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This is where the goth cat belongs.

#dreamling #the feeling when you have a wip of Dream sitting on Hob's lap but didn't finish it yet because there's too much furniture in the background #and instead of finishing that you start another lap sitting sketch but forget that you'll have to add at least one piece of furniture too #so no shading today only the flats because drawing furniture always sucks the life out of me #im sure once i post it I'll see dozen things that I'd like to changexD - as always - but I have to draw the line somewhere. I'm very sleepy #also #her little brother au #the au made me do this xDD #cuubism #magnusbae #(magnusbae you systematically kept feeding me the brainrot so this was bound to happen x'D)#(and I don't know anymore what's canonical to this au and what's not xD)#oh well #just vibin and lovin the two idiots #mayhem art

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the-knife-consumer · 5 months

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I feel lame for not having many ocs tbh. Whatever i do what i want forever

#idk i feel like my entire art is only ever used on drawing pre existing characters #usually from popular ips i feel so shallow.#any ocs i make i never get attached to. and if i do im too nervous to post them #or like with my fandom intrests i love them so intensely and then a month or so later #i dont give a shit anymore. i wish i wasnt so reliant on pre existing characters with pre existing personalities to draw #my attention. and draw in general.#bc when im not in an intense intrest phase i cant draw for shit. thatd be a perfect time to draw my ocs right?#but i need to be intensely intrested to draw in the first place. and they aren't fleshed out they dont have content #yhere is no book or movie or show or game. ive gotta do all of that. but that passion isn't there #i get no big ideas for stories of my own. no characters with compelling backgrounds everytging i do #just feels like a rehash or repackaging of something else.#and insult to injury. usually i can pinpoint exactly which pre exosting character im ripping from #which nothing wrong witg inspiration. if it was anyone else i'd be like fuck yeag dude thats awesome #but because its me it feels like stealing stealing stealing i cant think of anything on my own so i must steal #idk. whatever.#i mean i do have ocs but i havent drawn them in fucking forever it feels like. and i love them ig #for once i cant really pinpoint where i pulled them from. but too nervous to post them on #this blog and also again. drawing them feels like a chore because the obsession isnt there #vent #whateverrrrr my interps are baller my lines are swagular. im gonna make it whatever #and also i feel like a flake with my intrests and its not deliberate but sometimes i feel like im #pullibg people in from fandoms then pulling a switcheroo gotcha on them by being invested #in something else #which obviously im fucking not thats stupid im not doing this on purpose #but it still feels so yuuuuucky like im sorry ik this isnt what you folloed me for. sorry #SJATEVER i win at art wbatever whatever

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end-orfino · 1 month

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it's really funny when an analysis video is good(at least to you) but you haven't actually experienced the media firsthand. Like, knowing how video analysis videos ARE, there's a huge chance that the information you got about the media in question isn't true/the interpretation of it is wrong, but at the same time??? The story the video told is still something you perceive as a good story, with good ways of narrating it and all. Sometimes even the way the author edits the video and presents the information is what inspires you. And how do you credit that even

#im listening to sagan hawkes's petscop video again #i really like his voice and the way he talks in his videos. its very good background for me and most of his videos are cool #even if as i said i try to not rrly trust some of the stuff at face value #i found myself quoting lines from the petscop vid especially sometimes and like there's some lines that definitely affected some of my--#--own stories in some subconscious way #same with some of wendigoon's videos. i feel a bit conflicted abt him so im not rrly watching his new videos anymore but i come back to-#-some of the older ones. eg. the faith one #i heard a lot of negative stuff abt it from actual fans so i dont rrly trust him with his interpretation that much (altho the creator had a #interview w/ him? i dont think he'd do that if he got A LOT wrong? But still)#but there's a scene where a few voice actors read one of the notes...the way they do it is so good it rrly does the text itself justice imo

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jurweemn · 5 months

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J&A building a snowman

No promises that I'm bringing this account back, but I did wanna show off my cool (albeit messy) Christmas doodle. It's not much like the cleaner artstyle I usually aim for, but my workflow's pretty bumpy whenever I'm drawing on my phone so yeah 💀

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horsejawbone · 2 years

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hhhhhfhehfhsjfbrgdgd

#doodley #agtw #not even lining anymore im just doing refined sketches im TIRED #gonna flat color and barely shade. no background anymore i need to figure out a better workflow for this

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quirklessidiot · 6 months

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title: Y/N and her boys [sneak peek] pairing : Upper classman/popular kid!Gojo Satoru x F!reader, Exchange student!Eren Jaeger x F!reader, MMA Fighter/Celebrity!Ryomen Sukuna x F!reader, Childhood Bestfriend!Aki Hayakawa x F!reader, Varsity football player!Itoshi Rin x F!reader (use of she/her pronouns) Genre: Alternate Universe-University setting, romance, fluff, angst (if you squint), slice of life, drama, all cliche romance genres unite! (Based on the Manhwa, Bunny and her Boys)

Summary: Y/N’s denied the existence of pretty boys and god forbid she’d ever end up dating one yet with one horrid break-up, she decides that relationships aren’t just meant for someone stupid like her but the problem is — five of them suddenly appear and god, why does it seem like they can’t get enough of her?

General warning for the story: mild sexual content, cliche tropes (help), mahito is his own warning, minor character death, mentions of depression, a lot of second-hand embarrassment from y/n's part (shes not a cool girl, SHE IS A BUBBLING MESS AND THATS OK <33), insecurities, bullying, and mentions of cheating Notes: english isn't my first language! (dont judge me) this multi-chaptered story will probably be 20-30 chapters (idk) in ao3. you can totally tell this story is rooted from self-indulgence LMFAO. Im not sure if i should cross post it but im leaning towards ao3 more either ways, can't wait to release this on friday!

also can u guess who she ends up with :P rb’s are appreciated yay FULL VERSION IS RIGHT HERE!

SNEAK PEAK

“Maybe…Maybe we should break up.”

There's another round of silence between you two, and you know that you can’t exactly take it back anymore since you had said it loud and clear, “Woah, woah, I told you I wasn’t with Misa.” his voice turns louder, and the background noises are good as gone as if he had left the noisy place, “Where are you? I’m coming to get you-”

“I said,” you try to control the stammering of your voice, trying to avoid the stares of the people who cast odd glances, “We’re done. I don’t want to see or hear from you again.” and before he could let another excuse out of his mouth, you end the call. It is only now that you notice how your legs have been quivering and your mouth has gone dry, seemingly like a pup who had just been born and trying to walk. You lose your footing and sit down on the dirty pavement.

No tears were shed at that very moment, probably because you were only stupefied, and it was written clearly on your face that this wouldn’t be something you’d recover anytime soon. Heck, you couldn’t even grasp the idea entirely that someone you’ve been friends with for years and, eventually, a lover would do that to you.

Was it as easy as a snap of a finger?

“Miss? Miss?” someone calls out, but it only bounces back to him like an echo in a cave. You remain still, eyes blinking rapidly while the rest of your face is slack. Everyone around you continued to move, but you remained there like a decorated statue.

“Miss? Christ, you’re about to be–” the husky voice also stops, and it’s only now that you look up to find a man. He seems stocky but, simultaneously, smaller, as if he didn’t want to come off as intimidating when he maintained eye-to-eye contact.

He is incongruous with everyone who walks by since he desperately tries to hide his features with a baseball cap and a dark face mark. The only thing you can see are strands of his bleached hair, his eyes that resemble the sunshine that peeked through the glasses of whiskey, and the swirls of ink becoming visible underneath his coat when he stretches out his arm.

If this were any other day, you’d run in the opposite direction because he looked like an unscrupulous loan shark, but your body remains in a state of unknown fatigue that you just wanted to stay still.

You watch as his face softens, the lines on his forehead somewhat disappearing when he watches the color bleed from your face. “...Alright…” he stops, squinting as he crouches to your level. His thick thighs encompass the rough expanse of his straight jeans, and you wondered if he had been an athlete or something. Aside from his built, his presence was rather invigorating, “oh…” he continues, “Sorry, you-uh…” The confidence he had to throw you off is gone like the evening dust as he motions his index finger up and down his face.

At that moment, you feel something wet running down your cheek. It seemed like the waterworks were late.

You didn’t want to be a pity party in front of anyone, and you’d expect there to be only bystanders, not ‘good samaritans’.

You sniffled, violently wiping the tears away as you felt your ribs were too tight when you took one long breath, “I’m fine…” you respond monotonously.

Who were you even fooling?

“Right…” you carefully watch him take out a handkerchief, “Fine, sitting on a dirty pavement near my car doesn’t make you look fine, Miss.” he prodded.

“Well, what do you care, anyways?” you tried to keep your voice from cracking, but the stranger showed no qualms of anxiety or fear, nor did he seem mad at your snappy attitude. The blue handkerchief is laid on his palm, waiting for you to take it, yet you exhibit no signs of accepting his kindness. Instead of forcing you through like the usual status quo, he returns it to his pockets.

The odd man.

“Well, for one, I don’t want to run your feet over since I’m parked over here,” he thumbs towards the black jeep that’s parked in front of you, “And my mom didn’t raise me to leave a girl sitting alone, crying her eyes out…”

“Well, did your mom tell you to mind your own business, as well?” your body remains heavy and distant from the stranger, not minding if it came off as rude, but you’ve always been wary of them, especially the ones who claimed to be nice. You wouldn’t be swayed even if you were in a vulnerable place.

He sucks in a deep breath, quite surprised that you had the energy to exchange a vehement response to him. Weren’t you just about to bawl your eyes out?

“Well, you honestly looked like you deserve some niceness after whatever happened.” he conceded, remaining suspiciously friendly, “Piece of advice, though, if it’s a guy, he’s not worth it.”

“I-what makes you think it’s a guy?” there it goes again, the unknown tightening of your throat and the way the gummy lids on your eyes would heat up as if a pipe of water was about to burst and flood the segways any moment.

“It’s always an asshole who doesn’t seem to know how to treat a woman right.” he lamely explains, and slowly but hesitantly, as if he was waiting for you to move away, he places one hand on top of your hand.

Unlike a while ago, you weren’t as hostile, but you were confused about why the stranger suddenly did this and didn’t seem to tilt away like you usually would, “So go home tonight, Miss. Cry it out and wake up tomorrow for yourself. You’ll be fine.”

You don’t even see his entire face, but the way he gently caresses your hair as if you were a long-time friend had your lips quivering, and without even realizing it, your torso bends forward. You bury your face in your arms, finding solace in your makeshift fetal position.

The stranger says nothing more; honestly, you didn’t even mind. His newfound presence is comforting.

#jjk x reader #jjk imagines #gojo x reader #sukuna x reader #aot x reader #eren x reader #blue lock x reader #rin itoshi x reader #csm imagines #aki hayakawa x reader #aot imagines #guess who the guy is lmfao #📝📝.y/n and her boys

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mingsolo · 1 month

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hot and buttered

mingi x reader (f) / g: established relationship, smut / wc: 813 / warnings: cursing, masturbation (both), phone sex, semi public sex but not rly / r: 18+

another tipsy drabbles log :^)

Mingi couldn't believe it.

You said you will be there for the birthday party his mom had prepared for him. It was a little early from his actual birthday, sure, but it was a party for his special day anyways.

A few miles away, you hurriedly finish getting ready, you know Mingi´s now sulky about you not being able to make it to his parents house, but this client was important and if you didn't go personally to sign things up apparently, it was a deal breaker for them.

Before leaving for the meeting you call him, trying to sound innocent and sweet but the pout on Mingi´s lips was palpable even from the other side of the phone.

“After this I'll get a few weeks off and we can celebrate for sure! I promise, your birthday isn't coming until next week”

“Yeah I know…¨Mingi sounded defeated on the other line. “But my mom really wanted you here, and i really miss you…¨

You recognized the tone, his already low tone went lower and he dragged his words, which honestly just made you instinctively rub your tights together. You glance at the clock, you have some time to make it up for him, only a little.

“Mingi, are you alone?” you heard Mingi groan softly, and the sound of his steps hurriedly going somewhere.

“Mingi! Don't be late, the food is almost ready, is yn getting here soon?”

The voice of Mingi´s mom sounded in the background, Mingi replying to her a hasty “I'm going to change mom, i'll be outside in a minute!” made you smile. You lay on the bed, waiting for him to get to whatever he wanted to go to, probably his childhood bedroom. “I'm here, yn?”

“I'm here too, tell me what you´ ve been thinking?”

Mingi whispers. “You here, with me. In my bedroom. You touch me, licking me…¨he stops and groans. “I'm sorry I'm just… I need you”

“It's fine love, I'm here to help you not miss me so much, again, I'm sorry I can't be there today, but ill make it up for you meanwhile, can you lay down for me on your bed?¨ Mingi swallows and you can hear him shifting his position. “Good. now I'm thinking how much I wish to sit between your legs and take in my mouth, you must be so hard right now” Mingi moans, the sounds of his hands on his length pumping slowly are unmistakable. “Imagine how i'd look while i suck you off so good, licking my lips as i get some air, you know how much i struggle to take you whole”

“Fuck” Mingi groans, the palming noises are faster. “Yes, I love that sight, you always do so well”

Your hands slowly go down the hem of your skirt, slowly rubbing circles over your clit until Mingi´s whimpers and moans get impossible to resist, and you whine wishing you were indeed sucking him off right now. You slide one finger and then another, as his breathing gets more agitated.

“How many fingers?” he asks plainly, and you bite your lip. He knows you too fucking well. Knows you can't resist his voice more than he can resist yours.

“Two” you whine, pressing another. “Imagine me licking you, suckign you, as much as i can, you will probably make me choke if im not careful, you so fucking big you know?” you breathe, trying to pace yourself to finish aligning Mingi, who´s wet stroking sounds become louder by the second.

“When i got back home, ill fuck you so good”

You hummed in response, a moment of silence of just both your breathing and whimpering filled the line that connected you.

“I'm not resisting anymore… please, let me…” Mingi pleaded. “Please come with me, yeah?”

“Where do you want it?” the words easily slipping form you, imaging it was his cock and not your fingers inside you.

“All over you, please just let me…” a loud whine stopped Mingi mid sentence, alongside a loud bang that made you pop your eyes open.

“Mingi! The food is ready and everyone is waiting outside!¨

“Fuck… “ he whispered, both breathless and annoyed. “One minute, I'm changing!¨´

You laughed loudly. The knot on your stomach evaporated as soon as you heard Mingi´s mom's voice but it made you laugh imagining how much of a mess Mingi would be in this moment.

“Love, are you alright?”

“Pff fuck, i made a fucking mess……. not the lamp!” Mingi giggles. You both laughed, embarrassed and amused. “I'm sorry about that, i'll tell everyone you couldn't make it… and, make it up for you as soon as I get home”

“I'm sure you will, I miss you so much”

“I love you yn, so fucking much” you hear kissing noises on the other side.

“Oh Mingi, I do too.”

#update later #mingi x reader #mingi smut #kvanity #pirateeznet #ateez smut #ateez fanfic #mingi fanfic #mingi fic #ateez x reader #drabble #fic tag

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levilxvr · 6 months

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Forget about him. (p2)

PART 1

PAIRINGS: levi x f!reader

WARNINGS: nsfw 18+, breakup, car sex

SUMMARY: erwin calls to tell you he won’t be home for the night so levi drives you to his apartment, where he can no longer hold back his desires.

Your phone rings and you curse.

“fuck, he’s calling.”

You quickly end the call with levi and pick up erwin’s incoming call, then sigh when you hear him giggling over the indie music blasting in the background. Clearly he’s drunk again- he never controls his alcohol intake. Typical erwin.

“hey,” you mumble

“hey baby, im gonna be over at marlene’s place for the night, hic- you ok to be alone right?” You rolled your eyes. The fact that he had the audacity to explicitly state who he was sleeping with made you want to hang up on him. Normally he wouldn’t say who he was with, but this time he seemed too intoxicated to think properly.

“Oh, can I go home then?” You fake a little bit of sadness in your tone. Not like he cares anyway.

“Yeah- hic- okay I gotta go now, I’ll see you tomorrow baby cant wait to see your pretty-”

You hang up on him, throwing the phone aside when you remember you’re still laying there with your shorts off, panties damp with cum. You can’t stop thinking about the fact that right now, he was probably heading to some other girl’s place to sleep- no, probably fuck. You ignore the hurt in your heart and finish cleaning yourself up and retrieve the extra set of clothes from erwin’s closet, throwing your soiled ones into his laundry basket as you pick up your phone again.

Fine, if he wants to play this stupid game he can go ahead. You had other plans, anyway. It’s still pretty early, about 10:30pm. Your phone buzzes and you see a banner come in, this time from levi.

levi: everything alright?

you: yep, he’s staying over at someone’s place tonight and won’t be home.

levi: oh

you: I was thinking, if you don’t mind maybe you could drive over? Wanna chat with you.

levi: of course, meet me at the parking lot in ten :)

On the other end of the line, he’s got the silliest grin on his face. His heart flutters in his chest and he immediately shoots out of bed, throwing on a black hoodie and grabbing the car keys. Erwin’s place isn’t too far from his, it’s just down the road a few blocks away. Two years ago when he’d just gotten his first apartment, he used to meet up frequently with erwin at the park round the bend. But now..his heart sunk a little when he realized they probably couldn’t be best friends anymore.

Screw it, his jaw tightened. You deserved better. And after doing what he just did with you over the phone..Sure, it felt amazing and he got the relief he needed so bad. But it also left him wanting more. He couldn’t get the sound of your pretty moans out of his head since you hung up and it was driving him crazy. He felt like his old self a few years back when he was a horny teenager.

Soon levi was pulling over at the parking lot as you emerged from the lift lobby, walking over to his car. You get in the front seat beside him and, with your sudden surge of confidence, peck his cheek lightly. “Where to?”

“We can go to my place if you’re ok?” You can barely make out the blush on his cheeks in the dim lighting of his car.

“I’d like that.”

The drive to his apartment is silent. His right hand is on your exposed thigh, thumb stroking idle circles on the soft skin as you try to keep it together. Your gaze is focused on his hand, that pale, slender hand you imagine thrusting in and out of you every night. Now that you actually look at it in detail, you realize how smooth and veiny it is, his nails neatly trimmed as well.

“What’re you thinking about?” he asks softly, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Not much.”

He hums in response. Every time he glances at you from his peripheral view all he thinks about is how perfect you are. As you stop at a traffic light, he’s admiring your hair, your features, your outfit..hold on. “Is that my hoodie?”

“Mhm. It’s the one you lent me at the library a few weeks ago.”

His breath catches. God, suddenly you became even more attractive.

You let out a sigh and lean in to rest your head on his shoulder. Somehow it’s so natural, and you don’t feel the same tension that’s lingering in the air whenever you’re with erwin. Levi tells you that you’re reaching, giving your thigh a little squeeze. He parks the car in the corner lot but doesn’t get out- instead he relaxes back into the seat and wraps an arm around you.

“Can I ask you something?” You face him, taking his hand.

“hm?”

“Did you really mean it when you told me to forget about him and just..you know,”

“Of course I did.” He closes his eyes and kisses your hair. He loves the smell of that sweet coconut shampoo you use. “Did you think I said it in the heat of the moment?”

You shrug and he lets out a long breath.

“Fucking hell y/n, you have no idea how badly I’ve been wanting to be with you. I just didn’t want to ruin things between you and Erwin. Thought maybe it would get better, but now that you’re really gonna break up with him, shit, I don’t think I can control myself anymore.”

“Then don’t.” You slip your hands under his hoodie, finally running your fingers over the toned, smooth skin you’ve always wanted to feel. His muscles tense and he shivers as you begin tracing the lines of his abdomen.

“What?” His voice is shaky.

“You don’t need to control yourself anymore, levi.”

He pulls away from you and bites his lower lip, hesitating for a moment as he runs a hand through his already tousled black hair. “You sure?” His fingers caress your jaw, thumb pressing down lightly on your lip. You give him a knowing smile and seconds later you’re both leaning in to kiss each other. It’s sloppy and rough, there’s no rhythm but neither of you care. Months of emotions- sadness, anger, love, joy, are all escaping from him as he tightens his grip on your waist and pushes himself closer to you.

“Backseat?”

“Why?”

“Kinda wanna fuck you real bad.” You laugh at how casually he says it.

“Your house is right there, levi.”

“don’t care.”

Then you’re on his lap, legs on either side of his as he grabs your ass and pulls off your shorts. He lets you grind against him, feeling his pants become tight again as his cock hardens. The little noises you let out only made him throb as he hastily yanks the fabric down, letting his erection free. It’s about the same size as you imagined, maybe slightly thicker. You straddle his hips and press yourself against the shaft, precum dribbling from the tiny slit.

Levi’s forehead is pressed against your shoulder, whimpering and cursing softly as he guides his cock to your hole, being careful not to do it too fast. You’re so soft and warm, it’s even better than he thought it would be, nearly cumming on the spot because of how good it feels. You didn’t realize how pent up you were until you felt him stretching you out so blissfully, pussy hugging him so tightly you can practically feel him throbbing inside you.

You start bouncing on his cock, starting slow while he adjusts to the feeling. Levi can’t believe you’re actually doing this right now, it feels like a dream come true. He pulls you in for another kiss, desperately beginning to thrust himself upwards in rhythm with your movements. Your fingernails dig into his back when his thumb presses against your clit, toying with it while his other hand slides under your top, brushing it on the underside of your breast.

“fuck, i’m so close baby,” he moans, head hitting the back of the seat as he hisses through his teeth. Usually he takes longer to cum but this time it just feels too damn good and he’s so sensitive. He can tell you’re gonna cum soon as well from the way you’re squeezing around him, so he speeds up and you feel the head of his cock kissing your sweet spot.

“fuck, yes levi- right there,”

“here?” he groans, doing the same thing as you whimper. It’s the first time hes fucking you and yet he knows your body so well.

“you on the pill right?”

“mhm,shit i’m gonna cum-”

“me too pretty girl.” his voice is a pitch higher, breathy moans escaping his swollen lips as you both climax. Levi stills inside you as he empties his load and your head is thrown back while you ride out your orgasm. It’s more intense than the ones you’ve been giving yourself for the past month, and your legs are shaking as you try to lift your hips off him.

“fuck baby, look what you did,” he gasps, tensing at the wet mess you made over his legs. Shit, he couldn’t believe he made you squirt. You’re surprised as well, cuz you’ve never done it before. But before you can recover from your high, his strong hands are flipping you over so you’re lying across the backseats, Hips slamming against yours as he continues fucking you.

“levilevilevi, wait i’m-” still sensitive, you were gonna say, but the rest of the sentence turned into a high pitched groan as you feel your core heating up again. Minutes later he’s sending you over the edge for the second time and your pussy clenches around him, clear fluid spurting onto his abdomen.

You’re breathing hard, body trembling as he leans down to kiss your lips. He watches as a mix of both of your fluids begin seeping out of your cunt, burying his cock back inside you to push it back in. “shit, you’re so hot, I could do this all day.”

you giggle and tangle your fingers in his silky hair, lying below him in silence for a while.

“Let's go upstairs and get in bed, it’s gonna be midnight soon.”

The next morning, you’re woken up by the sound of your phone ringing. You’re tangled in levi’s arms and he lets out a low, sleepy groan as you reluctantly wriggle out of his grip. Unsurprisingly it’s erwin calling you- probably wondering why you’re not home.

“hello there, hope you had fun with marlene last night.”

“Babe, are you out?”

“Yeah, don’t bother looking for me, I’m done with our relationship.”

“What the hell?”

“i’m breaking up with you, erwin.”

He starts bombarding you with a bunch of questions you can't be bothered to answer, so you hang up on him mid sentence and put your phone on silent mode. You feel levi’s arms wrap around your waist from behind, pulling you down beside him as he tucks your hair behind your ear. He gives you a small smile.

“that’s my girl.”

#levi x reader smut #levi ackerman smut #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi attack on titan #levi smut #levi ackerman #here is the part 2 to feed your hungry souls🤗#n.sfw #levi x fem!reader

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enderwoah · 8 months

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im so unwell about q!pac no its not even funny anymore i need to put him in a terrarium up on a shelf and keep him safe up there. he doesn't deserve any bad thing, ever. i don't even care about "having a good story" or "giving your character a conflict" anymore, nah, no, if ONE (1) MORE BAD THING HAPPENS TO HIM IM GONNA LOSE IT!! IM GONNA START BREAKING THINGS!!!

he's so. sad. hes such a sad character. his insecurities about being useless to everyone are so real and so painful because he's not, all of us know that he's not, but we also completely understand why he feels that way because he's had everyone he loves ripped away from him and he hasn't been able to lift a finger to stop any of it. he's just left to sit in the ruins without any help. he's collateral to all the tragedy surrounding him and the favela 5 in general and he's. tired. not in the way that cellbit is tired (though that works, too). he's exhausted of feeling sad all the time. of crying all the time. of feeling that loneliness that gnaws holes into his bones and settles in the marrow and never leaves, not when richas' bed is empty, not when mike's bedroom has started to collect dust, not when he can't see a real, tangible presence in forever's dilated eyes. the only person he has is cellbit, and he could never ask cellbit to give up what he still has when pac has nothing to lose (and god, how selfless, how kind is that?), so when he figures the only way to get an antidote to the drug is to have the drug itself, why wouldn't he offer himself up? and if that wasn't the only reason he tried to get his hands on it, who could blame him?

maybe he took it first to just feel the effects and understand the angle it took in affecting his mind. maybe he just took it for research. do you think he had slipped by the second time? do you think he took it once and, for a short thirty minutes, found that he could forget about all the sorrow lining his lungs and breathe? do you think reality crashed back onto him after that first try? do you think he was scrambling to take it again, to go back to that...maybe it wasn't blissful ignorance, per se, but willful disregard? do you think he couldn't wait to be submerged so deep that he couldn't think one more time? do you think he was hesitant? do you think he kept promising himself, one more, one more, one more...

god he is so. so sad. i was watching phil's pov, so everything was like a neat little movie for me, and just. cellbit and forever arguing while pac was just sobbing in the background was AWFUL. just. awful. it hurt. (cc!pac was damn good at acting, too, and that DID NOT HELP.) the moment he stepped on the trap i felt like i was hit with a brick. like no, of COURSE we should NOT be putting PAC in a CONFINED JAIL CELL. ALONE. and i know it was for his own good but i still felt so so so sick. the way he immediately curled up in the corner. the way he was crying to himself. the way he instantly answered richas' birthday the moment bad asked for it. the way he got visibly more upset and terrified when cellbit started shouting at forever. what the hell. no seriously what the HELL.

and, like, oh my god, making him the one to solve the antidote? proving that even though he may have fallen to the drug (the drug which was basically created by GODS, by the way, lets be real, the federation is nawt normal), he's still so useful. he's still such an asset. he's smart and he's kind and he's charismatic and he's trusting and he's so so selfless and so so brave and so strong. tubbo put it perfectly. the fact that he's gone through all the horrible awful stuff he's gone through and he's still standing just proves how capable he is. how tough he is. cellbit calling him "my dear." pointing out the fact that he sacrificed himself without knowing he was going to come back. "i'm only afraid of being sad again." "you will be sad again. but you won't be alone." he's so. he's just. he's. im frothing at the mouth. he gave himself up to save the rest of the island from this plague that took one of his best friends and might've taken the entire island if he didn't do anything. under that stress. experiencing that level of loss.

pac is one of the toughest goddamn people on the island and if anyone on that server even dares try to imply otherwise i will do heinous heinous things, mark my WORDS.

#writing a post about q!pac isn't enough i need to inject his character directly into my bloodstream (risus-core)#pactw #pac tazercraft #qsmp #qsmp spoilers #cellbit #qsmp richarlyson #forever #mikethelink #mike tazercraft #god he makes me insane #myyyy baby myy baby #you're my baby say it to me #myyyyy baby mmyyyy baaaaabyyy #tell your baby that iiiim youuur baaaabyyy #iiiiii bet on looosinggg doggsss <- going insane #its him he's the losing dog #drug abuse

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inkelea · 9 months

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read between the lines! ✭

pairing: hwang hyunjin x gn!reader

synopsis: you and hyunjin share cuddles on a rainy day.

genre: fluff, best friends pining for each other, can be read as idol!au or non idol!au, drabble.

warnings: none

word count: 0.5k

a/n: ik ik I said im working on the chan mermaid au AND I am but have this for now. say thanks to cinny @wiltspring for making this readable. if there’s any mistakes I’m sorry.

love, a weird and incomprehensible feeling. one that everyone expresses differently as how they think convenient.

everyone encounters with love in their life, and how each person reacts to it completely varies. some people simply do not get along with love, and others are enamored with it. hyunjin was the latter.

holding pinkies on a hot summer day while eating ice cream is one of the various things he dreams about doing with his future partner. or cuddling on a cold winter night with hot chocolate resting on top of the living room table. he’s a hopeless romantic, so you would understand how his heart fluttered when his best friend started brushing out his hair with their hands.

it wasn’t one of his thoroughly planned dates that he’d like to experience. it wasn’t even a date, but hyunjin felt like he had gone to the moon and back.

instead of being summer or winter it was spring, heavy rain beating against the multiple windows in the room. the somewhat ajar window letting some of the rain enter. blankets around your figures, not thick enough to make you sweat but to keep you warm and safe.

hyunjin sits at the right side of the bed, not a big space between you two. grease runs in the background making you feel like a little kid watching it for the first time.

“summer nights” resonates through your ears as you look at hyunjin. his rather long blond hair falls past his shoulders and his eyes are focused on the computer. getting closer to him, you start braiding a little braid on the left side of his head. he barely even looks at you, way too used to your antics and mesmerized by the song playing.

at this point you didn’t even care about the movie, your only worry being getting the braid to look pretty. you had taken it off and re-done it about five times and you were starting to get tired. taking it off for the last time, you give up, go behind him and hug him by the shoulders. to be honest, this crossed the lines of friendship, but sleepiness was starting to get to you and you didn’t really care.

“ugh why is your hair so soft. you literally put it through so much damage,” you say as your hands start to go through his blond locks.

eventually, hyunjin stops paying attention to the movie, too concentrated on your hands in his hair. it’s only when you start brushing it out that he can’t stop himself anymore. he turns and gives you a bone-crushing hug that ends up with both of you lying on the bed.

he snuggles his head on your shoulder and his hair tickles your neck. your eyes open abruptly, way too surprised by the boy’s actions. however, you bring your hands back to his hair, enjoying the way his arms tighten around your back.

if anyone had seen this, they would’ve questioned your status as friends, but with the petrichor coming from the slightly open window intoxicating your senses, you couldn’t care less about the new turn your relationship was taking.

@wiltspring

#stray kids x reader #skz x reader #skz drabbles #skz fluff #hwang hyunjin fluff #hyunjin fluff #hwang hyunjin x reader #hyunjin x reader #inkelea

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fatuismooches · 5 months

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WAIT NOOO IF THE GAMEPLAY FOR FRAGILE!READER INVOLVES BUFFS WHEN THEY GET HURT THEIR META WOULD BE SO MEAN (ToT)

Realistically, the best artifact set for fragile!reader (and by extension Dottore) would be a set that maximises HP cause, imagine that everytime fragile!reader gets hurt, Dottore gets a buff that stacks for his turn on the field

So the Abyss gameplay would be: No shielder since you want them to take damage, and a buffer like Benny or ult buffer like Mona maybe?

Then it would play with fragile!reader running around the field, dropping their supports, basically setting up the field for Dottore and farming energy recharge and stacks as they get damaged

And the recommended style for the best DPS would be: do not switch reader out until Dottore does so himself, since the moment reader hits red bar or gets a heavy hit, he comes in

Then you just go ham with him! And imagine the cool particles he'd have— idk what they're called, effects?? He has neat effects surrounding him indicating the buff stacks he has and imagine him switching in with a furious voiceline that he snarls, and the longer he stays in the field he slowly regains HP (and by extension healing his beloved)

The showcases would be edit worthy ngl I see them vividly, so the usual Bennet -> Mona -> then Reader = really pissed off Zandik that hits 100K per tick if you build him correctly and an ult that would hit almost 1M

Pretty sure Zandik would kill the player if he could since they're using his beloved like this, but alas (；∀； ) the showcase must go on

AHHH YESSS PUTS THIS IN MY MOUTH AND EATS IT... I love this interpretation sm... I like the idea of fragile reader getting hurt to buff Dottore because that's so in line for their character... they know they can't exactly fight much anymore but they can't help but hold onto the memories of protecting him from everything during the Akademiya, so they just want to be of some use. Even if it means being on life support for the majority of the time, you'll do anything to make it bit easier for him (although it should be the other way around.)

Reader's whole kit is definitely HP-based!! HP artifacts, HP weapon, HP scaling, they are greedy and they want all the health they can possibly get!! Although one would think you want to keep all this health to yourself, considering all you've been through, you're more than willing to take all these hits and damage yourself for Zandik's sake. It's probably quite easy for you to get hit too, you have low resistance and get interrupted by heavy attacks easily. Though that doesn't stop you! Foxttore and Puffttores away!!

When your HP finally drops below a certain amount Dottore automatically switches in!! Ahh the buff visuals,, imagine instead of the yellow thingies around him the special effect is little images of Foxttore or Puffttores hehe to differentiate your buff from others ❤️ (im delusional)

YOU'RE SO RIGHT, THE SHOWCASE EDITS ON DAY ONE OF RELEASE WOULD GO SO HARD 😭 people casually hitting huge numbers at the expense of fragile reader, wondering how far they can push their buffs 💥 (this just makes me more excited for playable Dottore, i want him so bad 😭)

(Mona, in the background: *wondering how the stars got her here next to these two crazy people*)

#smooches talks #fragile reader <3 #dottore love notes <3 #playable reader <3 #playable fragile reader my beloved #i love thinking about how they would work in the game its sm fun #also HI YOU EXPLAINED THIS SO WELL? im bad at explaining this stuff #speaking of im already seeing the showcases of navia... i want her so bad :(

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captainpulisic · 1 year

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dont call me baby - m. mount

feedback is appreciated gif credits to owner word count : 1.4k

by the time ben has the bright idea to call you, mason is absolutely wasted. music can be heard down the street and the house might explode with how many people are packed in.

mason can’t stop laughing at nothing in particular, the alcohol doing a number on him. he’s halfway pouring himself another shot before ben snatches it from him. ignoring the childish protest from his friend, he guides him outside for some much needed fresh air. “i think we’ve had enough, yeah?”

ben makes sure mason is settled on the curb of the sidewalk before dialing your number, begrudgingly taking the role of babysitter.

“uh y/n, are you busy?”

“not really, everything okay?” you have to hold the phone away from your ear, trying not to get ear damage from the loud music bleeding out in the background.

“no, yeah everything is good. i just think its best if you come get mase, he’s pretty shitfaced.”

over the receiver, you hear masons slurring, “who are you on the phone with? come sit with me!” you feel silly, just hearing his voice makes your heart skip a beat.

“its y/n”

“y/n? y/n! where is she?” you can hear the smile in his tone and it makes you weak in the knees. if only you could see how pathetically sweet he looks, eyes looking for you in every direction.

ben must have given mason the phone because his voice is suddenly clearer than ever. “y/n?”

“everything okay, love? having fun?”

“i think so, i said i wasn’t going to drink that much but kai kicked my ass in beer pong… twice.” he mumbles the last part, quietly. “are you almost here? i need you, i miss you.”

“i miss you too, sweet boy.” you swear you can’t love him anymore than you do right now. he always gets so soft and lovey when he’s drunk, it’s your favorite version of him. “want me to take you home?”

“what a scandalous proposition, at least buy me dinner before asking me to go home with you!” he laughs at his own joke for a solid minute.

“i’ll buy you all the dinners you want, okay? i’ll be there soon.”

you exchange ‘i love yous’ and mason hands the phone back to ben, having watched the whole conversation with amusement. and the amusement only grows when mason lets himself fall back onto the patch of sidewalk grass. he hears mason ramble about something along the lines of ‘she wants to take me home’.

“hurry, for his own good.”

when you finally do arrive, you find mason passed out on bens shoulder. quickly getting off the car, you approach them and kneel right in front of them. mason is still mumbling nonsense of ‘her’ and ‘home’, eyes glazed and sleepy. you boop his nose, affectionately. he looks extra beautiful with the streetlight illuminating his features. “hello there, handsome. let’s get out of here, yeah?”

nothing could’ve prepared you for the serious look mason gave you as his gaze landed on you. no smiles, no laughing. in an annoyed tone, “no thanks, please leave me alone.”

ben and you share a confused look. you force yourself to swallow the sadness that was creeping up in you. mason has never been so cold with you, always wanting to work out arguments instead of fighting. what could you have done to him in that fifteen minute drive to warrant such a cold attitude? you reach for his hand, “im sorry, mase? did i do something wrong?”

“i said to leave me alone.” he retracts his hand at lighting speed, making your heart feel worse than it ever has. he’s certainly never done that before. “my girlfriend is on her way and i don’t think she’ll appreciate you putting the moves on me.”

you raise an eyebrow, “mason, what are you on about?”

“just leave.”

you really didn’t understand what was going on. “baby, whats going on?”

“do not call me baby, only my girlfriend can do that.”

oh my, your mood does a complete 180 and now you really can’t contain your laugh. your poor boyfriend is drunker than you thought. Keeping the charade up, you reach to ruffle his hair “i’m so sorry, i had no idea you had a girlfriend.”

his reflexes are quick, trying to dodge your affectionate gestures. “you should be sorry. please- hey stop that, i know y/n will definitely get mad if she sees you playing with my hair. only she’s allowed to do that.” not even waiting for your response, he turns to ben. “is y/n almost here? i want her.”

this time, you and ben share an amused look. ben pats his back, “she just called, said she’s almost here.”

hearing that, masons stern glare is targeted at you again. he slurs, “now you really do have to leave. y/n might be nice but she will fight you if she sees you trying to get into my pants. leave before i tell her you tried calling me baby.”

without another word, you get up and walk behind your car, hidden from masons view. giving him a couple seconds to believe that this “other girl” left, you prepare to come out of your hiding spot. when you finally do reappear, you walk up to him again, hoping the ruse will work. acting as if this is the first time you’re seeing him tonight, you kneel down again and kiss his cheek. realizing that it’s really you this time, masons entire mood shifts. he tries and fails to get up, trying to grasp your hand. “y/n!”

“hey pretty boy!” ruffling his hair, this time he leans into it. “you’re okay?”

“yeah, just a little drunk and sleepy. i really want you to take me home, not sexually just literally.”

“thats what i’m here for, baby.”

as if the word triggers some memory he was trying hard to repress, mason lets out a gasp. “y/n! you’ll never believe what just happened.”

“hmm?”

“some girl tried touching my hair and she was calling me baby and getting too close to me. i told her i had a girlfriend but she wouldn’t listen. i was properly mad but i told her you’d fight her if she stuck around.”

“oh, yeah? was she pretty? did you like her?” you know you shouldn’t take advantage of him in this state but it was just too fun to tease drunk mason.

“no! i didn’t even look at her! i was just waiting for you to show up and trying my best to ignore her. i swear it!”

at this, ben snorted and helped you lift mason up. latching on to you, he sways you both around, promising he didn’t even pay attention to that other girl. you say your goodbyes to ben after making sure mason is properly in the car.

halfway on the drive, mason speaks up. “where were you tonight? you should’ve come along and protected me from scary girls.”

you laugh at this.

“whats so funny?”

“nothing. just thought of me following you around, making sure no other girl touches your pretty hair.”

soon enough, you’re back home and helping him stumble in through the front door. getting him up the stairs should earn you a gold medal, setting aside the fact that he only almost slipped twice. entering your shared bedroom, you gently sit him down on the bed and begin to undress him. he hums in content when he is left in only his boxers and an old shirt, quickly being tucked in the covers by you. even in his state, he wants to tell you how much he appreciates you, how you’re his whole world. “i love you, y/n.”

“i love you, sweet boy.” you give him a quick peck on his stubbled cheek, before changing out of your clothes and climbing into bed alongside him. immediately, he pulls you to him, nestling his face into the crook of your neck. this is heaven to you, feeling his warm touch all over you.

you kiss him one more time, “go to sleep, love. you had a long night.”

“but i’m not even tired!” he whines, stifling a yawn.

“yes you are, mase.” lifting your hand to his hair, you begin to play with it in hopes that it lulls him to sleep. “it’s okay, i’ll stay up for a bit if you need anything.”

mason doesn’t even hear the last part of your sentence, already lost in his dreams of you.

#mason mount #mason mount x reader #mason mount imagine #mason mount fluff #mason mount x you

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itzsana-kiddingmenow · 6 months

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Hoodie - Part Two <3

not me putting a drive gif for a fluffy fic 😭😭

ALSO IM BACK BWAHAHAHA!!!

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𝒍𝒆𝒆: Minho

𝒍𝒆𝒓: Chan

𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘦𝘢 𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨! 💗🧋

𝕥𝕨: mentions of min’s scar, manager gets killed by changbin in the end HAHA

𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpages @lajanaa

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It had been 4 months since Chan had performed his cozy act of tickling Lino to pieces, and since then, the hoodie had been folded up in the cupboard, as it’s owner had been saving it for a good day.

The problem was, however, that the owner of the hoodie had not been having good days, and the hoodie lay rejected in the cupboard, waiting for the day it could be worn again.

The door to the bedroom slammed, and a person leaned against it, clearly defeated.

“Please…make it stop-” Minho sobbed as he sank to the floor.

Comeback season was always hard, but their manager loved to make it worse, jeering at them any chance he got, and his little grudge was especially against their main dancer.

He had commented arrogantly that Lino ruined everything by not being able to wear a crop top, considering the dancer was still insecure about the surgical scar on his stomach.

He had kept throwing insult after insult. First about Minho’s dancing, then about his scar, then his face.

But when he started crudely commenting on how their dancer should have stayed eliminated, he crossed the line.

Minho had had enough, running back to his room and trying not to cry until he got there.

In the background he could hear Chan going off on the manager, Changbin’s heavy breathing as he tried not to lose his temper, Hyunjin and Jisung adding little comments in the middle while Jeongin restrained Seungmin.

Felix, being the sunshine he was, was trying it end it peacefully, all while trying to resist the urge to run after his hyung and make sure he was okay.

The sunshine knew that the second he left, it would all fall apart.

Changbin and Chan would dual-murder the guy with Seungmin, who was bound to escape Jeongin’s grip at some point, and chaos would follow.

Meanwhile, Lee Know pressed his hands against his head, the comments and insults flashing through his brain like a red-hot poker.

He ignored the multiple knocks, especially when he heard Felix’s voice.

Of course, he loved Felix. But he couldn’t let the brownie boy see his hyung in this kind of vulnerability.

Then he heard a softer knock, with the loud but comforting voice, of Chan.

Minho scrambled to his feet, turning the lock with the last of his strength.

The door opened and the oldest of the group walked in, and Lino couldn’t hold back anymore.

He collapsed into Chan’s arms, hugging him with all his might.

Chris stumbled from the suddenness of the moment, but steadied himself as he wordlessly rocked the younger back and forth, shutting the door silently behind him.

Minho tried to hold out on crying, but at that point he really felt numb, as if the tears wouldn’t come out in front of anyone.

Instead, he let out more dry sobs, relaxing when Chan’s fingers stroked his hair, and he leaned into the touch.

“Don’t hide yourself from me…” Were the five words Chan first uttered, cradling the fragile dancer in his arms.

‘Chan is the only one who can see me like this, there is nothing to worry about.’ His brain assured him.

“You wanna change? Watch a movie? We have a break until tomorrow evening to do what we like.” Chan looked down as the younger nodded, wanting to get out of the stiff material of his shirt.

Chris got him a pair of sweatpants and the bunny’s favorite hoodie, which Minho gladly took.

The cloud material had Lino feeling more comfortable than ever, especially with the eldest engulfing him in all the warmth.

He felt so sleepy. A little while more, and he would be overcome with the serenity of warmth.

But Chan interrupted.

“It’s been a while since you wore this hoodie, yeah?” Chan asked, grinning down at Minho.

Meanwhile, the dancer could feel his face heating up.

Chan knew very much what he was doing.

Lino could feel the lee mood creeping up on him, like a monster walking up in the dark.

A big, cuddly, cute monster.

“Shut up.” He grumbled over Chan’s giggling.

Chan tried to duck his head under Min’s hoodie, but the boy immediately jerked and pushed his head away.

“D-Don’t.” Were the only words Lino said, and the eldest couldn’t tell if it was because the younger didn’t want to be tickled, or because he didn’t want him to see his scar.

So Chris did the only thing he could. Ask.

“Are you okay Min? Am I making you uncomfortable?” Chan asked, worry flashing across his features.

“The scar…” Lee Know whimpered, crossing his arms across his stomach.

Odd. Minho had never had a problem with Chan looking at his scar before.

‘It was that manager.’ Was the only thought Chan had, anger bubbling up in his stomach at the thought of the arrogant man.

The kangaroo didn’t say a word, just staring at Min with that same sad expression.

“Don’t look at me like that!” Lino whined, squishing at Chan’s face while he tried to turn it into a smile.

Sleepiness was making him delusional. However, Chan couldn’t help but warm up at the sight of sleepy Minho.

He ducked his hand down and scribbled his hand over Minho’s stomach, feeling the rough area where the dancer’s scar resided.

“ahehaha…nohot nohohow.” Lino swatted at Chan’s hand.

He ducked his head under Minho’s hoodie, and the younger didn’t even notice for a few seconds, sleep lessening his reaction time.

“N-No! What are you DOHOHOHOING NOHO NOHOT AGAIN!” Lee Know absolutely howled with laughter when the older grinned, kissing and blowing raspberries on his stomach and sides.

“yes again” Chris mumbled into the dancer’s stomach, only tickling Minho more.

Chan’s fingers joined in tickling the squirming dancer to pieces, the skin soft and smooth to the touch.

Chan pulled Minho’s hands under his torso, sitting on his thighs and sneaking his fingers to intertwine with the bunny’s under his torso, pushing up slightly to stretch out his stomach.

He peppered kisses to the scar, blowing raspberries and nibbling the soft skin.

“Look at this. So pretty…” He mumbled, looking up and meeting a very sleepy, blushy Minho.

“nohoho! HYUNG PLE-HAHAH!” Lee Know let out, squirming around as Chan’s fingers joined the fray, wiggling at his scar.

“So cutee. So beautiful…”

More blushing.

Chan continued to mumble praises into Minho’s scar, while then, the bunny managed to free his arms.

However, instead of trying to stop the older, he just covered his giggly, flushed face, squirming violently.

Then the raspberries came. Chan playfully bit the scar, eliciting a yelp before more hysterics.

“P-PLEHEHEASE! HYUHUHUHUNG!” Minho screamed through his laughter, unable to get the oldest out of his hoodie.

“Yes, Min?” Chan asked, still mumbling.

“NOHOHOHAAH!” Lino babbled through his hysterics.

The feeling of the older’s lips on his sensitive skin had Lee Know almost ascending.

Soon enough, feeling hot from the sensation of the bunny’s flushed skin, Chan weaved himself out of Minho’s hoodie, gasping for breath from the repeated raspberries.

“ha…hyuhung.” Minho panted, residual giggles still spilling from his lips.

However, the second Chris had caught his breath, he lifted the edge of Minho’s hoodie again, slipping underneath.

“No! NO HYUNG!” Was the only thing Lino could screech before a very loud scream clawed it’s way from his throat.

Chris’s fingers were attacking his bare ribs, playing up and down like a piano while he continued to blow raspberries and nibble against the bunny’s pink tinted skin.

Lee Know immediately curled in on himself, weakly slapping at Chan’s head and screaming with laughter.

It was so unfair. The oldest always knew how to get Minho screaming in seconds.

Tears flowed down his cheeks, contradicting the wide smile stretched across his face.

“HYUHUHUHUNG! PLEHEHEHEASE! IHIHITS ENOUGH! NOHOHO MOOOOOORE!” Minho absolutely lost it, twisting his head side to side.

Chris immediately let up for another break, panting as Lino wiped the tears off of his face.

He waited until Lee Know had started breathing normally, still giggling lightly, before diving in one last time.

Minho was too exhausted to even complain, but when he felt the nibbles and raspberries reach his v-line, Chan’s fingers slowly lowering his pant line before lightly scratching against the hypersensitive skin, he couldn’t help but scream again.

“NOHOHO NOHOT THEHEHEHERE! HAHAHAH!” The bunny’s throat became raw with his hysterics.

Lino begged and begged, his brain became fuzzy, and he swore he couldn’t even remember his own name.

All the comments that manager had made disappeared, his head filling with the warm feeling of the tickles.

If this was what having a scar give him, he really wouldn’t be insecure anymore.

Of course, Min would never admit that.

All he could think was, ‘It tickles it tickles OH MY GOD IT TICKLES!’

Chan wormed his head out of Minho’s hoodie, smiling when Lino let out a last peal of giggles from the sensation of the kangaroo’s hair.

The eldest engulfed Min in the blanket again, wiping the tears off of his face as the younger fell asleep, a small smile on his face.

He continued to trace his fingernail along the scar, resulting in the cutest, blushiest Minho ever, giggling lightly and batting at his hand.

“Min, it’s not your fault. That manager is so fired.” Chan growled under his breath, smiling down at his baby under his arms again, who yawned and blinked away the sleepy tears.

“mhm…good night, Chan hyung the Karen.”

“Wha-HEY!”

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i know a ton of y’all were waiting for this 😉

also in the beginning it mentioned four months, which is exactly the amount of time since i released the last hoodie fic OwO

just a lil fun for you 💗💗💗

#kpop tickle #midzywannabeitzy #stray kids #skz tickle #skz #lee! minho #ler chan

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