#all the anatomy looks so off to me and i'm trying to fix it but struggling

[acreekinthenight]

trying to keep working on this wip since i can't write right now...

[felixbit]

up all night

pairing: bang chan x gn!reader w. 3.9k genre: shameless smut summary: chan is in the studio working late, stressed about a deadline and pushed to his limit. you convince him to take his mind off work. warnings: reader has somewhat implied afab anatomy but no gendered terms/pronouns are used. petnames used: baby, love, honey a/n: making my smut debut with chan! written for the best person ever

As of late, Chan has been in the studio far more often than you'd like.

You knew he was a workaholic when you got into the relationship. He cared about his career, music, and group so much he'd push himself to the brink. He wrote, composed, and produced all of his own music and wouldn't have it any other way. If he wanted success, he needed to make it himself.

It came at a cost, though. You saw the way his mental health would deteriorate around the time of deadlines. He'd spend almost entire days in the studio, perfecting every last word and beat. You watched as he shaped this music from his hands, sculpting them to smooth out every edge and imperfection.

Even Chan was far too aware how bad it was for himself. You'd try to find ways for him to take breaks, always bringing him food and water to keep him going. He'd thank you in a million ways, with words and fond touches but it ended in him going back to work.

When he finally was home, he returned to the kind and gentle boyfriend you knew him to be. Holding you as you fell asleep and buying your order at the local coffee shop before you woke up. He'd make you breakfast in bed when he had the time, writing love notes whenever he had to leave before you woke up.

As it always happened, a new deadline was approaching. Chan often slipped out after schedules to the studio and worked himself down to the bone. You tried your hardest to spend as much time in there with him, even if it was just laying on the couch scrolling your feed. Every little thing helped.

That night, you'd ordered him some takeout but it was eaten long ago. The time on your phone showed it was half past three in the morning and Chan was at it in earnest. Headphones on, replaying samples and tweaking sounds.

You looked over from your phone when you heard him swear under his breath and take his headphones off. Chan let out a long sigh and covered his face with his hands for a moment before looking back down at his work.

"It- it just won't sound like I need it to. It's not right, it's.." Chan rambled into the air.

You got up from the couch and walked behind his chair, putting your hands on his broad shoulders and massaging them with your fingers. "I know, Channie. Is there anything I can do to help you right now?"

"No, I'm sorry," Chan let out a long sigh and smiled up at you weakly, "You being here is enough."

You felt a stirring in your stomach at the sentiment, but you wouldn't give up that easily. "I can't just let you suffer alone here. Do you want to take a break or wrap up for the night?"

"I won't remember how I want it tomorrow. If I give up on this now, there's a chance I never fix it and it goes out sounding wrong. I can't do that."

"Chris," You stopped massaging his shoulders to turn his chair around, looking down at him, "I know you want it perfect. Write it down on a sticky note what you want and take a break. It's gonna be four soon and I'm not letting you spend another all nighter here."

Chan looked up at you curiously before deflating back in his chair. "I mean- are you sure? If I forget, it's gonna be noticeable, and-"

"I'll remind you. I'll put it in my phone and tell you exactly what you need to fix. Here, tell me what it is and I'll write it down. Got it?"

Chan paused for a moment before nodding, allowing you to open your phone before speaking. He gave you the exact timestamps of the song and the strange producer jargon that you couldn't quite make sense of. You wrote it down word-for-word just as he needed it.

"There, it's in here for you later," You recited it back to him and he gave a confirmatory nod, "You're all set for tomorrow."

"Tomorrow? I can't be done for the night, there's too much to work on and not enough time. I'm sorry, just another hour. Please?"

You shook your head and set your phone down on the table before sliding into his lap, straddling him in the chair. "You're not working another second on those songs tonight, Chris."

Chan looked up at you a little stunned before a sly smirk crossed his face. "Baby, you know that's not fair to me. I need to work and you're doing something dangerously distracting."

"What are you going to do, then?" You replied back, unable to hold back a grin, "You gonna remove me from your lap to do some boring work instead?"

You could see Chan chew on the inside of his cheek before sighing. "It's not boring, and I really should get back to it.."

"Then you're going to have to remove me yourself, because I'm not moving."

Chan let out a dramatic sigh before his hands moved up the outside of your thighs, resting right next to your hips. "You know damn well I'm not going to do that."

"And why's that, Channie?"

His hands moved over your thighs, giving a light squeeze. "God, you're driving me insane. Coming into the studio every night and making yourself useful at every opportunity.. I wanted so bad to stop just to make you feel good. You deserve that, instead of me working the whole day."

"Your opportunity has finally come, I'm all yours if you want me right now."

Chan chuckled, "You could ask me that a thousand times and I could never say no."

You leaned in to his ear and whispered, "Then make your move."

There was a moment of silence before Chan pulled you in for a kiss, messy and rushed. His hands were all over your thighs, waist, back. He couldn't pick a spot and stick to it, deciding instead everywhere needed to be felt over.

You tried to keep things centered, your arms wrapped around the back of his neck. One of your hands played with the curls growing on the back of his head, enjoying the soft feeling through your fingers. It was the only thing keeping you sane.

His hands finally found a place to reside when he hooked them on the hem of your pants, giving light tugs as you felt him squirming under you. Pulling away from the kiss with a grin, you looked down at Chan and his flushed appearance. "So eager.."

"Can you blame me? Now stand up and help me get those off," Chan demanded with a rushed voice, helping get you to your feet as he followed in your footsteps. His usually deft hands were fumbling as he desperately pulled your pants off of you and discarded them to the floor.

Watching him undo his own sweatpants like a madman had you giggling at the sight. "You go one week without any action, and this is how desperate you get?"

"I'm a starved man, honey," Chan's face was red and already had sweat on his brow, "I can't wait any longer, not after all that teasing."

"Teasing? What-"

"Get on the damn couch."

That much was enough to have you laying down on the couch without hesitating. His sweatpants joined yours on the floor, showing off the black boxers he was sporting underneath. A quick glance showed he was pitching an obvious tent.

Although as quick as you were, Chan caught you looking. He raised his brows and laughed, "And I'm the eager one here?"

"You are the eager one here, hardly put your hands on me and you're giving those boxers a run for their money," You responded with your own laugh.

"You little.." Chan shook his head and leaned over you, putting his weight on one forearm on the couch as he kissed you once more. Instead of the fast and desperate pace he had set before, Chan was far slower and delicate. It was almost infuriatingly slow.

You couldn't show how much you wanted him to go faster, that would only prove his point. Instead, he was slowly breaking you down by the second, one arm stabilizing himself and the other hand on your neck, softly stroking your jaw with his thumb.

The waiting game paid off when Chan suddenly took your bottom lip between his teeth, giving it a small tug before he pulled away. "I can't keep this up. You win. Damn you, I'm eager."

There wasn't time for any words to respond before Chan was back where he was before, sloppy and fast. He kissed down your neck, excessive in his biting and sucking at the sensitive skin. Not expecting it, a sound broke its way out of you.

You did your best not to give in to the rest of his harsh and aggressive kisses down your neck. After a week of downtime, he was making up for it in marking your neck as his own. Nobody was going to know who the perpetrator of the hickeys were later (other than the upset staff), but it was the idea that mattered.

There were bigger problems actively stealing your attention. Namely, the small amount of friction made with him moving ever-so-slightly between your legs. It was easy to ignore at first, but the neck kisses were causing the pleasure parts of your brain to kick into high gear.

With one harsher movement than the rest, you were unable to bite back a small, unfiltered sound that escaped you. Chan broke contact with your red and bruising skin to look up with a grin on his face.

"What was that, love?" Chan's tone was starkly different than before, far more teasing and with a dark edge to his voice that you only recognized coming out in bed.

Attempts to take his attention off of it failed and you were forced to fess up in the moment. "You have to stop moving like that, it's driving me crazy."

"Moving like what?" Chan shifted his legs, slotting his thigh directly between yours and pressing firmly against you. This elicited a frustrated sigh, the feeling too strong to push away.

Upon no immediate response, Chan pushed his thigh forward and forced a fuller, more in-tact moan out of you. "Fine, fine- that. Putting your thigh between my legs. That's the thing that's driving me crazy."

"There you go," Chan's words were sickly doting in a way that made you break at the seams, "What do you want instead?"

With his thigh slotted firmly between your own, finding coherent strings of words was difficult. "Just.. get this underwear off me and use your fingers instead."

Chan smiled, clearly pleased with your answer. He moved his leg out from between yours, relieving the pressure and allowing you to breathe. He sat back on his legs as he removed the last layer of clothing from below your waist, tossing it to the growing pile on the floor.

He nudged himself closer, Chan's hand finding its way to where his thigh was once situated before. His middle finger teased you with a circular motion around your entrance, so close to where you needed it most.

"Chan." You demanded, shooting him a glare.

"Okay, okay. Just admiring how worked up I've got you," Chan smirked before his finger pushed inside, slowly filling you up and drawing out a long sigh. He worked slowly yet decisively, knowing exactly how you like it.

That was one of the things you loved about Chan: he knew your body like the back of his hand. Where you were most sensitive, what drove you wild, how rough you liked him to get. He could push your buttons perfectly, string you up in his words until you were tied up into a nice present for him.

Before you could process the first, Chan had already added a second finger and was growing more confident. He worked his fingers in and out in a steady rhythm, not slow enough to leave you wanting more nor fast enough to want to slow down.

"That good, baby?" Chan's eyes met yours, and you saw a different side of him for a moment. The way he sought your approval and made sure everything was right had your heart melting. He had confidence in his abilities, but occasionally needed reassurance.

You nodded eagerly, on the cusp of desperation. "It's good, Channie, you're doing so good," You said between soft moans as his fingers pumped deep, feeling him tease a third and giving him a nod.

The third was always a stretch that had you biting back whines in conjunction to moans, but the feeling was too good to beat. The feeling of being full, on his fingers or otherwise, was what drove you wild.

He kissed you once more, slow and tender as his fingers continued to work. It was hard to keep properly connected, devolving into moaning against his lips with small kisses in between.

"Chris," You said, "Can't wait any longer. Need to have you inside, baby."

Instead of his usual entourage of teasing questions, Chan nodded. He made quick work of his boxers, tossing them haphazardly towards the pile as he moved back to you. He was painfully hard, already leaky and worked up.

"Can I?" He looked down for your reassurance, which came with a nod as he lined himself up. His hips moved forward slowly, feeling him filling you up more by the second. It always took a second to adjust to the size, catching your breath as he bottomed out and waited for your signal.

When you gave him the go-ahead, Chan couldn't help but begin a slow and steady pace. He knew better than to go fast right off the bat- he was a lot to handle. But you could hear him whining softly over top of you and knew he was desperate.

Looking up at him, you cupped his face and pulled him in for a quick kiss. "You can go faster, Chris. You won't hurt me."

You heard Chan let out a breathy laugh before his thrusts grew harsher. Instead of the slow, fluid motion of before; he was faster, precise. Every movement had purpose, each angled just right and hitting the sweet spot.

The sudden adjustment had you whining and letting out louder moans, unable to properly cope. It was overwhelming how good he was at it. All you could do was wrap your hands around the back of his shirt and claw at it helplessly as he had his way.

The fabric getting in the way of your fingers on his skin was beginning to frustrate you. "Off," You managed to get out, "Shirt- off."

Chan grinned, sitting up for a moment and slowing down to a snail's pace to pull his black t-shirt over his head and discard it. You reached up, dragging a hand down his chest and over his abs. Every muscle was yours to touch, to claim.

"You like what you see?" Chan said with a laugh.

Deadpanning, you shook your head. "Shut up."

In a second, he was back over top of you and his pace was back with a new force he didn't have before. It was often he was without clothes, but you weren't under the impression a shirt would be the thing holding him back. Either way, you relished in the fact his back was open to you.

Your nails dug in to his tanned skin, dragging along as he fucked into you steadily. You could hear him sucking air in between his teeth followed by his soft moans. He was always one to endure a little pain.

An idea popped into your head when you thought of before, sitting in the chair in his lap. "Chris, stop for a sec." He immediately halted all movements, looking down at you to make sure everything was alright. "Sit normally, facing the booth."

Chan looked at you perplexed for a moment, but pulled away. He did exactly as you told him to, sitting with his legs spread facing the booth he was just sitting in front of not twenty minutes ago. "What are you planning?" He asked.

You sat up and climbed over to him, straddling his waist with your legs and feeling him hard underneath you. "What I wanted to do to you when I was in your lap earlier."

The realization slowly filled his eyes and a knowing smile returned to his face as he sat back, leaning against the black couch cushion behind him. "Go right ahead."

"If you make me do all the work, we're going to have problems," You glared at him as your hand guided his cock, slowly sinking down on it with a sigh.

Chan's large hands wrapped around your waist, slowly guiding you as you moved up and down. Riding wasn't always the easiest job, and it definitely took some getting used to at the start. Your thighs were slowly building up muscle from the practice.

"God, you're so pretty like that," Chan's voice pulled you from your thoughts, looking down at him to see him smiling up at you. His face was pink and he almost had stars in his eyes.

Seeing just how infatuated he was made your heart race and your face flush, almost forgetting to continue to move. "You're pretty, too."

Your hands were situated on his shoulders to keep steady, but one dragged down and you couldn't resist feeling up his chest a bit. Chan looked up at you smirking again. "Do you ever keep your hands off those?"

Snickering, you pushed down a little harder to see him whine and catch his breath before you responded, "If you're going to keep your clothes off all the time, I'm going to feel up the assets you work so hard on."

"Why do you insist on teasing me all the time? You know what happens when you do that," Chan had a dark look in his eyes that you knew far too well.

Shrugging, you moved your hand up to run through his hair. "Did you ever consider I might like what happens when I tease you?"

"So be it."

Without hesitation, you felt Chan's grip around your waist suddenly tighten. You leaned forward instinctively, both of your hands secured around his shoulders.

He began to thrust up into erratically, fast and without caution or precision. The sound of your skin connecting was obscene, thanking the amount of soundproofing around you as a chorus of moans spilled out of you. Every movement had him deep inside you as you attempted to roll your hips along with him.

"Fuck, Chris," You whined, his pace unrelenting and seeming like he wasn't going to let up any time soon, "Close."

There was a distinctive feeling growing, one you knew too well. The amount of pleasure from every movement was rapidly growing as your body was being overwhelmed. Chan heard you, but didn't stop for a moment. It was almost if it was a sign for him to fuck you faster.

Either way, you were tipping over the edge before you had time to process it, spasming around him as you let you a whorish moan. He slowed down, letting you ride out the high. "That's it, baby," He coaxed, "You got it."

Just as you settled down, you felt him start to work himself into a moderate pace again. Your legs felt shot from your energy levels dipping so you asked, "Do you want to me to move, baby? I don't think I have much in me to keep going right here."

"If it's not comfortable to be right there, of course we can move," Chan said with a smile as he allowed you to reposition to pretty much the same spot you were in before. You laid on your back, Chan coming back over top of you. "That better?"

"Much better," You said with a nod as he went back to the pace he had set before. It wasn't as rough as before your orgasm, but steady enough to keep you whining and your brain somewhat fogged up from the constant pleasure.

Meanwhile, you could see Chan was already getting worked up. His face was redder than usual, his eyes trained on one spot, breathing hard as he kept the effort going to thrust his hips in one continuous pace.

His deep groans and whines had begun to turn into full-fledged moans and swears under his breath. His hands eagerly gripped and kneaded at your waist, seeming like he might accidentally bruise the skin. You were about to open your mouth when he said something.

"Honey, I-" Chan was cut off by his own faltered moan, "I'm close, so fucking close."

You pulled him down to kiss him briefly, keeping his face inches from yours as he continued to erratically thrust. "You don't have to wait, cum for me."

Chan nodded vigorously, his hips snapping back and forth at a speed that had you holding onto the couch for dear life, hearing him let out strained moans and teary-eyed cries as he climbed closer and closer to the top.

All of the sudden, he pushed deep inside you, letting out a gasp and a whine as you felt him come deep inside. His hips stuttered as he slowly rocked them, riding out the high. "Oh my god, that.. that was amazing."

Allowing him a moment to catch his breath, you smiled up at him and gave him another quick kiss. "I've missed you, Chris. I've missed this," You admitted after another silent pause.

Chan nodded, pressing his forehead against yours and sighed. He had finally mellowed out, still buried deep. "I've missed you, too. I'm sorry I haven't been able to do this with you and.. be a good boyfriend."

"No, you're okay. I know how much work matters to you and getting things right means that you see that success you've always wanted. I just always miss you in the times you're working, even if I'm in the same room as you."

"I just feel bad when you're here til way too late at night. Speaking of, what time is it?" Chan slowly pulled out, leaving his mess inside you as he quickly grabbed his phone from the floor, "Oh my god. It's half past four."

Your jaw dropped, standing up quickly as Chan hurried around the room to find something to help you clean up. He settled for his own black t-shirt, telling you he'd just go home shirtless if he had to. Of course it looked terribly stained when you had wiped yourself down, sighing while knowing it probably cost a crazy amount.

Digging through a closet, you found one of Chan's old jacket. Chan was standing shirtless and pacing with the rest of his own clothes on, the defiled shirt balled up in his hand.

"Channie, guess what I found?" You asked with a grin, hiding the jacket behind your back.

Chan looked at you with a nervous smile. "Is it something good? I'm just not super stoked to walk home shirtless at four in the morning.."

You tossed the jacket to him, Chan opting to drop the shirt in his hand before he caught it to not get the filth on it. He happily slid it over his shoulders and zipped it up all the way, picking up the soiled shirt once more.

"Shall we go?" Chan said as he double-checked his pockets and walked towards the studio door.

"We shall."

[kujoestars]

The Mechanism of Kafka's Transformation and How It Affects Him

(Crossposting my analysis/theory from Reddit. Also, warning: this post contains both anime and manga spoilers so beware if you are anime-only)

So, something that drove me nuts about the manga's version of the X-ray scene was the fact that there was literally no difference from a normal human chest x-ray. The anime THANK GOODNESS fixed that:

We finally know exactly how Kafka's core looks while he's in human form. It appears to be primarily occupying where the chambers would be with a good amount of myocardium (the heart muscles) suspending it while also continuing to function as a heart.

Notably for me, there's actually a translucent hemicircle up top there where it's supposed to connect to the aorta. In fact, you can see the core is translucent on its left (our right) side while more opaque to its right (our left).

Let me highlight it for reference I hope y'all appreciate the fact I had to do it with a mouse on MSPaint because Reddit won't save images to drafts and I can't drop images from tablet like on desktop:

It appears that Kafka's heart was fully converted and the tissue there is just a facsimile since it appears to be forming a pouch for the core to nestle in.

The anime's expansion of the scene the Mysterious Larva/Young Yoju fused with Kafka ended up perfectly tying in to this. Something I noticed was that Kafka was not actually transforming for most of it. Initially he was clutching at his throat where it entered:

Then just before the transformation started (when his eyes started glowing), he was clawing desperately at his chest:

For reference to anyone who's never studied anatomy, the mid-esophagus is actually resting against the heart, which is why the best form of imaging for the heart is a transesophageal echocardiogram (i.e. stick an ultrasound down the esophagus), which works like in this diagram:

In other words, the Larva's target was his heart and it was burrowing into it from that point. Which is consistent with where Kafka was clawing at in the shot I posted before and why after the change completed, his hand was resting just above that area:

Basically, the theory I have been saving specifically for after this episode is: Everything about Kafka's body is tied to the core.

Yes, that was obvious since we saw him regenerate his entire body from just the core, but what I'm saying here is that that the heart was the only thing the Larva was trying to fuse with. The rest of the body followed instantaneously once the heart became a core. Kaiju cores appear to be storing a lot of energy, so it would fit in with why even the initial change could happen so rapidly. It was a large burst of energy that had Kafka's cells all convert and restructure, and we even see steam coming both off and out of him here in the anime.

All future changes seem to be purely a matter of him controlling every cell in his body like individual muscles or even like how cuttlefish and octopi are able to change their appearance in an instant from muscle contractions and chromatophores.

In other words, the evidence has stacked to full OVERKILL that Kafka is truly a kaiju that can shapeshift into a human rather than the reverse like he and everyone else prefers to think.

Which leads me to my big pet theory right now: the reason Kafka is losing his ability to revert to human form is because he's becoming malnourished. I won't stack the image evidence since I've already done enough and the focus is on the core and Kafka's real biological nature now (I'll save that for a future post, lol), but it only stands to reason that if Kafka is physiologically a kaiju regardless of form, that means he has the metabolic needs of a kaiju.

He was only fine before because he had a lot of extra body fat as reserves and didn't use his kaiju form much. But after entering the Defense Force, he's been in multiple situations where he had to push himself while transformed and consume much more energy. If you pay attention to his body type, you'll notice he's been having quite a bit of weight loss.

Sure, he's been training a lot too and eating better, but following the fight with Isao, he's becoming abnormally thin. Maybe not enough for people to immediately think he needs a sandwich, but as of the latest chapters, I've noticed he's actually pretty lanky now even in kaiju form when previously Kaiju No. 8 was built like a bear.

You could argue it's just art evolution EXCEPT literally no one else had such a drastic change in body type or AT ALL. I'm pretty convinced this is an intentional transition from Matsumoto.

Whatever Kafka is eating as a human, it's not enough to sustain him long term and so his body is going into power save mode. And since his default is kaiju (why else would he constantly slip up his first few months if it wasn't actually his default form?), his body is losing its ability to shapeshift because it doesn't have the energy to. Malnourishment tends to manifest in a similarly piecemeal fashion irl, so I'm not surprised its first sign is just one spot on his hand.

Such a deceptively simple reason for the kaijufication is precisely why I'm very certain that is the cause. Kafka has a lot of issues with loving and taking care of himself. And this series is all about subverting tropes in favor of common sense. It's not some "inner demon" trying to take over (the Larva actually only did that once because Kafka was both in danger and refusing to fight back what it perceived as another daikaiju); Kafka just isn't taking care of himself as usual!

And there you have it, folks. Finally, a clear breakdown of what exactly the Larva did, how the transformations work, and why the kaijufication may not be as scary as everyone thinks. Or rather....not in the way they think. Someone please feed that kaiju properly!

[yanderestarangel]

♡‧₊˚✧˖°💌 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲 | 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐟𝐭𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

TW: ftm reader, v!sex, oral (f!re), dirty talk, afab anatomy, reader is a femboy, wearing skirts, sex without a condom, praise, rough sex, dom!homelander, dark concept, degradation, dom!homelander, male x male, porn plot, smut, use of aphrodisiac, creampie.

A/N : finally a request from homelander! yey! For some reason Tumblr doesn't let me answer my asks anymore, but hey- I took a screenshot of all the ones I'm going to make >< so sorry if your order isn't notified!

⸺ It was a miracle that you caught the attention of the most feared man in all of America, the most powerful man in the entire world, Homelander.

You were just a normal kid who worked at Vougth's main headquarters, taking care of the schedules of some secondary supers; however, you soon felt the pair of oceanic blue eyes burn you - the infamous hero staring at you from afar, practically fucking you with just one look, he drank in all your curves - from the stockings that squeezed your thighs, to the short skirt that you wore, in addition to the breasts shyly hidden through the blouse you wore.

You had awakened something in him, something he didn't know how to put into words, he was always a more submissive man in bed but you made all his sexual fantasies create another type of direction, he wanted to fuck you like a beast - like a hungry animal, beautifully destroy every piece of your delicate body and make you his boy.

So, you were lovingly notified with a mild threat from the company board, either you had a meeting with the hero of the seven, or you lost your job.

And you didn't hesitate to choose the first option. The meeting was at a luxurious restaurant in the city, closed to just the two of you, the hero seemed more polished, more... Different? An improved version of the man you saw fighting with everything and everyone in the buildings every day - the smell of fresh cologne coming off him also made you try to close your thighs, feeling your core get wet every time you saw his muscles flex under the fabric tight blue uniform, you had never paid due attention to him, so it surprised you to see him so... Attractive, as if a new light was placed in your eyes and mind, as if with each touch you wanted more and more - perhaps the aphrodisiac he put in his perfume would have helped, but you would never know it.

He was a gentleman, treating you like a prince, like his prince - carrying you in his strong arms to his apartment, you were adorable, and you were as he expected you to be: shy and wet. Your sweet scent of excitement and desire filled every atom around him, so it wasn't difficult for Homelander to convince you to let him into your house... It was too easy, even, and as soon as the door closed, a predatory smile covered his features. of the blonde man, as he towered over you like a mountain.

"-Are you nervous baby? there's no need.. I'm going to make you feel good pretty boy... lift that skirt for me... now." You couldn't help but feel weak in the knees as you did as he told you without protest, exposing your wet, needy flesh for him and for him. Homelander smiled, his piercing blue eyes fixed on your exposed, glistening pussy. He moved closer, his presence looming over you, radiating power and dominance- His hand reached out, his fingers brushing the lace of your panties.

"-Good boys are rewarded... Now, let's see how wet you really are." he whispered hoarsely, his voice sending shivers down your spine. His touch was electrifying as he slowly pushed your panties to the side, exposing your throbbing clit and your slick folds to his hungry gaze. "-Such a receptive little slut for me" His fingers dug into your flesh with more force than they should have, leaving bruises that would later turn into sickly beautiful property marks - his tongue tracing slow circles around your entrance before dipping deep inside you. The sensation was unlike anything you've ever experienced before—his warm, wet tongue probing and teasing your sensitive folds, sending waves of pleasure crashing through your entire body.

You arched your back involuntarily against the cool concrete wall, moaning softly as he devoured every inch of your tight cunt. The lust was overwhelming, the sensations intensified by the knowledge that this sadistic hero could have anything and anyone he wanted, but he chose you - Moans fell freely from your lips as he continued to pleasure you, his tongue and lips working in perfect harmony to take your to the limit. Each stroke, each movement of his tongue, sent waves of ecstasy through your body, elevating your arousal to new heights.

You couldn't help but grip his hair, encouraging him, your breathing becoming ragged as you neared the peak of pleasure. Homelander sensed your imminent release and intensified his efforts, his tongue working faster, his fingers slipping inside you to increase the stimulation.

"-You like that don't you? Having me worship you?" he said with a roguish smile, eating you from the outside with even more intensity - however, when you were about to cum, the blonde took his tongue out of your pussy, making you feel a practically painful burning, begging on your knees like a puppy for him to fuck you soon, like the good boy you were.

Homelander's dominance over you intensified as he pinned you face down on the bed, his strong grip holding your head gently against the mattress - the pressure against your face felt a thrill of submission through your body, fueling your desire and excitement, you could feel his hard cock pressing against your ass, teasingly grazing your entrance with each movement. "-You like it rough, don't you, pretty boy..." he growled, his voice dripping with unmistakable horny.

"-You want me to fuck you until you can't walk straight, don't you?" Homelander's thrusts grew more intense and you could feel the pain building inside you - the pain sent waves of ecstasy through your body.

Your screams and moans filled the room, music to Homelander's sadistic desires. He leaned close to your ear, his voice dripping with a dark intensity. "-Do you think it hurts now, doll boy? Wait until I'm done with you," he whispered, his words fueling the fire of submission in your veins.

"-I'll take care of you, every inch of you, after I'm satisfied." Homelander's thrusts became more erratic, his breathing irregular, his balls hit your clit messily, making you breathless, with each slap on your ass or even the rough and sloppy way he squeezed your soft breasts, using the fabric of your skirt to further leverage each wild rhythm of your hips.

"-Fuck boy-! You take me so good... Good boy- good boy, just cum for me with that slutty pussy." When Homelander's thrusts reached a feverish level, he squeezed your head once again, his fingers digging into your hair. He growled deeply, a primal sound of pleasure as he reached his climax -- with one final, powerful thrust, he released himself inside you, filling you with his cum. You felt the heat of his release, mixing with your own wetness, as he continued to reach his orgasm. A feeling of satisfaction washed over him, and he slowly withdrew from you, his grip on his head finally loosening -- Homelander kissed your body tenderly, his lips tracing your skin, marking you as his.

"-You were a good slut, baby prince", he murmured, his voice filled with a possessiveness, giving you chaste kisses on the back and loving pats on your red ass from his own slaps. "-And I always take care of what's mine... Good boy..."

©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023

[kozachenko]

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OK finally back with some more drawings! Since Touhou 17 is approaching it's 5 year anniversary soon, I wanted to draw at least one of the charatcers (hopefully I'll still be motivated to draw Keiki lol) and I had some ideas for Saki and I've never drawn her before, so that's how we got here!

Artist's Notes;

So after doing some drawings of my OCs (who I will reveal upon a later date since I still wanna finalize their designs) and finally getting out of my art funk that I've been in for a while, I started off this drawing with the mentality of "oh yeah I'm just gonna put together this quick outfit for Saki and I won't bother rendering it"

...and then I did but to be honest I am very happy I did because oh my god clothes are so fun to render for me now. I remembered the technique I used on my drawing of Reimu and applied that here. That technique being using triangles to imply shadows and highlights in clothing and then blending out those shadows to give the clothing some three dimensionality. My favourite things that I rendered in this piece were the gloves, hat and the belt buckle (since I applied a technique for rendering gold and metal objects that I remember seeing/hearing about a while ago). Don't get me wrong, I love how all the clothing turned out in this piece but the gloves are the real standout of this piece to me. I also had some fun with the cowboy boots (I couldn't figure out how to make those cool metal star things work on the boots though that is a sin I fully intend to fix later down the line) since when I looked at references for them I noticed how some of them had these intricate details embroidered (?) onto them.

Also, in the earliest phases of this drawing Saki had this really big black coat that I decided to get rid of later down the line because it really does not work with her fighting style and it did not stand out against her wings, and the logistics of her getting said jacket with her wings on confused me. Like, I can kind of imaging that on her shirt she has a little open spot for her wings that she can just put them in. That goes for Yachie to but now I'm even more confused because all her clothes must need some open backs because of her shell??? Which raises some more questions, like, can she just never be on her back when sleeping??? Looking at Yuuma we can see that the beast yakuza in Touhou can freely change their form from human to beast so can Yachie just double down on the human bit and get rid of her shell temporarily so she can sleep comfortably??? Because if she lays on her back is she just kinda wobbling around like most turtles are when they're on their backs? Can she hypothetically retreat into her shell, if so that has some weird implications to how her anatomy works. Like, what does her skeleton look like? Seriously, what are the logistics here WHERE DOES YACHIE GET HER FUCKING CLOTHES BECAUSE THEY PROBABLY NEED TO BE SPECIFICALLY TAILORED SO SHE CAN PUT IT ON TO FIT HER SHELL I DON'T NEED SLEEP I NEED ANSWERS YACHIE WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS-

....rant aside, you can see the remnants of this idea in the tattered back of her... idk what to call it but I know she has a variant of this in her OG design. I mainly wanted to test this out because of the cursed realization that The Ghoul in Fallout Prime is just a male Saki but if Utsuho gave Saki radiation poisoning. No seriously, they're smug ass cowboys who are so sure of their own strength that have fought at least one mechanically engineered robot in some variation of a wasteland with an affinity for dogs. I'm now morbidly curious as to what would happen if you put the two of them in a room together. Would they try to kill each other? Would they become besties? Would they try to kill each other and then become besties? Who knows. But yeah jokes aside the tattered cloth was a design choice that was inspired by The Ghoul from Fallout Prime because y'know, same vibes. And also because yes I do love Fallout Prime and I am so ready for season two IT'S SO GOOD GO WATCH IT EVEN IF YOU AREN'T FAMILIAR WITH FALLOUT AS A SEIRES GO DO IT NOW, SAIL THE SEVEN SEAS FOR IT IF YOU HAVE TO JUST WATCH IT-

I knew for Saki's face I wanted to give her some thick eyebrows, it just makes sense. I also wanted to give her some scarring on her face because she's a crime boss, why wouldn't she have scars? I also had some fun with her little horse ear that's sticking out from the side of her hat since it would kinda look weird if she just had no ears period. I also went ham on stylizing her ponytail into this weird swirl, since if I were to show you some of my recent doodles from my sketchbook you would notice that that has become a common motiffe in some of my art. I don't know why but I just like it. Saki's wings were also very fun, I found a good reference for bird wings that are specifically shaped for high speeds (though I did add some stylistic touches so her one wing that's out wouldn't look like a big blob) since her whole thing is speed. From very early on in the process I knew that I wanted Saki to not look skinny, so I found some refs of female kickboxers for her legs and noticed that while parts of their upper body are maybe a bit toned, it's the legs that have a lot of power. I mainly did this because kicking is a huge part of her fighting style.

Overall, I'm really happy with this drawing, and once Touhou 17's anniversary rolls around I do want to go more in depth on my thoughts in the game, it's themes, and how the animal realm functions as a dark parallel to Gensokyo in many ways. I'll also have to get around to drawing Yachie and Keiki as well (if I still have the time and motivation to do so) since I have some ideas for their designs that I'm very excited to draw (especially Keiki).

[grandlinedreams]

|| again i regret nothing

[Heads up!: Law in glasses, modern!au, Professor!Law, afab!reader, oral (fem receiving), multiple orgasms, public sex technically, established relationship, unprotected sex (make informed and safe decisions kids), banter]

Against the rush of students that filter in the opposite direction, you keep your smile polite as you weave your way around them, nodding in greeting but nothing else ㅡ you have a task at hand, after all. 

The task is not so much something as someone ㅡ someone who doesn't look up as you slip into his office, turning a page of his book as you shut the door. "You missed our lunch date."

Law looks up and over, glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose as he looks at the clock, then double checks it against his watch. "Oh."

"I figured you would," you sigh, holding up the bag you'd been cradling carefully, "so I brought it to you. How long do you have until the next class?"

Another flick to his watch. "Two hours." 

"Perfect," you chirp as you approach, perching yourself on his desk as you set the bag down, letting Law examine the contents himself. "It's not dining hall food, if that's what you're worried about."

Law hums, and you slip off the desk to examine the full scale skeleton nearby, dragging your fingers against it. "Is this real bone?"

"Mm." 

Your head tilts as you examine it, silently trying to identify the bones for a short while before you sigh and retreat back to his desk. "That's why anatomy isn't my thing. Too many bones to remember." 

"It's not that hard," Law counters, done with his food as he peers up at you. "I could teach you."

"You're not my Professor," you tease as you adjust your seating and lean to fix his glasses before settling your hands on his shoulders, tugging playfully at curls of dark hair at the nape of his neck. "And I'm not one of your students." 

"Doesn't mean I can't still teach you," he counters. If he notices the way you've pulled him closer to the desk, he doesn't say anything as you bump your forehead against his. 

"Oh? Gonna give me a hands-on lesson?" Your tone is still teasing, even with the subtle shift in intention, the way that you pull away to catch the not-so subtle downward flick of his eyes to your lips.

"I could."

"Okay, Professor," you sigh, tugging at his hair again, "teach me then."

ㅡ 

Even with the way you'd been sure to lock his office door, you're mindful to keep your noises to a minimum at the drift of Law's lips against your neck, the intentional dig of his teeth at your clavicle. "Thought you were teaching me," you scold playfully, "not turning me into a chew toy."

"I can do both," comes the murmured response, hot breath against your skin making you shiver. "Can't I?"

"I guess so." You lean as Law coaxes you back, head tilted to offer him more room to work. "I'm not learning anything, though."

You hiss as he sucks a mark into your skin, hand at the back of his head curling into his hair. 

"I said this was more of a hands-on approach." His hands, ironically enough, have been out of the equation save for the rest of them at your waist ㅡ although one rises at your protesting huff, skimming bare skin beneath your shirt. "Don't get impatient."

"But you're not doing anything," you complain, "besides reminding me I need to dig out my turtlenecks from the back of the closet." 

"Not my problem." You can feel the smug curve of his mouth and your lips part around another complaint, though a startled moan leaves instead as he palms at your breast. 

The attention at your shoulder pauses in favor of coaxing you further back against his desk, the surface cool against your heated skin and making you whine as your shirt is shucked up enough to expose your chest. 

Not for the first time, you're grateful that the door is locked ㅡ there aren't many ways to explain why you're in this position, Law leaning between your legs to pepper open mouthed kisses along your sternum before he nips at the underside of your bra.

"Tease," you huff as he moves down your navel, worshiping the soft skin with teeth and tongue as you shudder and tighten your grip in his hair. He groans in response, vibration making you tighten your thighs around his hips.

"Don't be mean," Law warns, eyes sharp behind the gleam of his glasses as he looks up at you, toying with the button of your pants as the neatly trimmed scruff of his chin tickles your navel. "I'll leave you like this."

"Don't you dare," you retort, cheeks hot as Law quirks an eyebrow in challenge. You know he's serious ㅡ he's done it before, left you to finish the day wet and aching without relief until you'd been able to pounce on him in your shared home ㅡ you hadn't even made it to the bedroom. The memory of it still makes you sigh, feeling yourself clench around nothing. 

Law hums before he soothes your rising irritation with the deliberate glide of his tongue just above your groin, button of your pants popped and fabric tugged down along with your panties. 

There's something pleasurably dizzying in seeing his shock of dark hair between your legs, soft curls that you tangle your fingers into firmly in anticipation. He watches you jerk in surprise as he blows air against your folds, admiring the glisten of your arousal before he leans in.

The first drag of his tongue makes you clap a hand over your mouth to muffle your gasp that ends in a moan, eyes shut as he digs the tip against your swollen clit. He stiffens further in his pants when you yank firmly at his head, silently demanding more as he begins eating you out in earnest. 

Law is talented with his tongue in a lot of ways, and this is no different ㅡ there's practiced ease in the way that he works you with the muscle, knows how to get you biting at your fingers in a desperate bid to stay quiet.

Law follows every shudder and twitch of your hips as you squirm against his face, curl of his tongue as you inch ever closer to your orgasm. Law grunts at the scrape of your fingernails against his scalp, hand that isn't kneading at your thigh sliding down to palm roughly at himself. 

Your breathing hitches, noises pitching higher as the knot of pleasure in your lower stomach tightens before snapping as Law refocuses his attention on your clit once more. 

You muffle your wail against your palm as you cum, wave of pleasure cresting and washing over you, fizzing in your veins as Law laps slowly at your core. 

"God," you pant as he presses damp kisses up your abdomen, muffling a soft laugh against the plush of your body. 

"That's not my name, but close enough," he taunts, eyes flashing with amusement as you roll your own and pull him up the rest of the way for a proper kiss.

You can taste yourself on his tongue as he deepens contact, muffling a soft moan at the bump of his clothed erection against your sensitive core as he settles between your legs.

"Devil," you murmur against his mouth. "Is that more appropriate?"

Law hums. "Probably." 

You find the strength to push him back towards his chair, pausing only to yank your shirt off your head completely and to glance at the clock. An hour before Law's next class ㅡ enough time to finish things and act as though this mid-afternoon tryst never happened. 

Law lifts his hips to accommodate the determined work of your hands at his pants, hissing through gritted teeth when you give him a few teasing strokes, thumb collecting the precum weeping from the reddened tip to slide it down his shaft. 

"Don't be impatient," you echo his earlier sentiment when he grabs at your hips, chair just wide enough to allow the slip of your folded legs on either side. It still creaks as you lean over him, and you raise an eyebrow. "How mad do you think they'll be if we break your chair?" 

"They don't need to know how it happened," Law answers, and you stifle a giggle before sinking down onto him. The stretch to accommodate him makes you shudder and cling to him, little bounce of your hips sheathing him completely in you. 

There's a moment of heavy breathing from you both as you adjust, clench of your walls around him making Law dig his fingers into your skin almost hard enough to bruise.

The rhythm that you start is slow and steady, mindful of the protest of his chair before you still. "I don't think this chair is going to work, Law."

"Brat," Law mumbles against your shoulder, but he coaxes your legs around his waist as he stands, settling you onto his desk.

"How am I a brat? For not wanting us to end up in the hospital when that chair breaks?" You resort to tugging on his hair again as he rocks his hips against yours, picking up the pace you'd started.

Law rolls his eyes good naturedly even as his hips snap against yours, attention shifting to fucking you properly rather than continue to banter. You cling to him, muffling your sounds into his shoulder as the hand not occupied on his hair curls against his back.

There's something to be said about how quickly you finish when in his office ㅡ either it's the public setting or getting to see Law in a professional capacity that does it, but it doesn't take long for the delicious drag of his cock against your g-spot to have you biting at his shoulder as you near your second orgasm.

Law manages a handful of rough thrusts more before you're clenching hard around him, dragging him along with you as he presses as deep as he can and shudders with his own release, groaning against the shell of your ear. 

You sag into him as you catch your breath, massaging at his scalp and earning a soft sigh in answer. 

"Need to clean up," you mumble at last and he makes a noise of either agreement or complaint, but pulls out of you after a moment before moving to help clean you up and helping you redress.

"Still didn't learn anything," you lament playfully as he tugs your shirt down, and he scoffs before he kisses your forehead.

"Just means I'll have to give you private lessons when I get home."

[dearestaussiechannie]

☆ I have a secret to tell you ☆— Han Jisung

word count: 2.3k

paring: Jisung x afab!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: afab!reader, best friends to lovers, college!AU, Roommate!Minho, some cursing(Fuck), pet names (sweet girl), bestfriend!Jisung, comfort, if I left anything out tell me, kinda proof-read

Jisung and you are honestly quite inseparable. No matter what one of you was doing, the other was there to “support” the other, if that's what you'd call it. The two of you were always up to something, whether it was helping him with his papers or simply reminding him to eat, you were right there.

With that being said, today was no different. You were currently in his apartment, reading over the essay on his laptop while he was making some food when you were interrupted by his roommate Minho opening the front door. He looks at you, used to you being there, basically their third roommate at this point, before looking around.

“Where's Jisung?” Minho asks, dropping his bag by the couch before pulling out his own laptop and working on his own papers. You hum and point into the kitchen where your friend had disappeared to about 10 minutes ago, eyes never leaving the screen. This paper was due at midnight and it's currently six o’clock.

“Ji! Are you aware of how many typos you have in this fucking paper?” you yell towards his direction, just to hear him laughing, coming out of hiding with two bowls of ramyun. “That's why I'm having you look over it Ms. literature major.” he says while putting the food on the coffee table in front of you, greeting Minho finally.

“You know that's not what my major is about. And it's definitely not for being your auto correct.” you spat at him before fixing the last of the mistakes that you've found, sitting on the couch with an ungodly hump in your back while working, only for Minho to sigh and take Jisungs laptop from you. Minho, the anatomy major, hates when he sees how terrible both Jisungs and your posture is, to the point that when you're not here, he'll lecture Jisung on how to properly sit and keep his back straight.

You look up at him as he's giving the laptop back to Jisung, shaking his head when he sees the other male pouting. “Do your own work after you eat, I'm sure she's got something that she's supposed to be doing as well, that isn't your homework.” Minho says to him before handing the food that Jisung had brought you now that it's cooled. Minho looks over to you now, putting his hand in the middle of your back, tapping it softly, “sit up straight, you're too young for back problems.”

You do as he says, eating your food as you watch Jisung, unsure if he is looking over the things that you've changed in his paper but once he sighs with a smile, you know that he's happy that you're helping. Your face suddenly feels warm as you look down while continuing to eat your food. Was Minho right? Yes. But have you been putting off this project since last week even though it's due in a week? Also yes.

The look you give him seals your fate before he starts going through your bag, finding the book and syllabus for your paper. The look on his face is udder shock before looking at Jisung, who's too engulfed in his paper to notice the two of you. “Y/n..” is all he can say before you're cutting him off, shushing him and standing up to walk into a different room. Minho follows you when he realizes you want to talk to him in private.

Once out of earshot from Jisung, you run your hands through your hair, looking up at Minho. “Listen, I know what you're thinking, but I've still got a week on that project. His paper is due tonight. I'm just trying to help him.” You say, rubbing your temples, the dull feeling of a headache creeping up on you. “Y/n I get that but you need to do yours as well. If you keep doing this for him, he won't realize that you're struggling." Minho says and you know he's correct.

The conversation continues but in the living room, “Chan never said majoring in music theory would be so-” Jisung starts but suddenly realizes that you guys are gone. He quickly stands when he can still hear your voice in the apartment, walking towards it, wanting to make sure you're okay. He gets closer to the door, your voice becoming clear making his eyes widen when he hears you say “yeah because I'm totally gonna walk up to him one day and say ‘Han Jisung, I'm madly in love with you and want to spend the rest of my life with you’ Minho.” 

“Why not?” He thinks to himself, but before he can let his thought wander any further, suddenly it sounds like you're walking towards the door that he's currently leaning against to listen to you talk. Panicked, he runs to the bathroom right beside the room that the two of you are in and slams it shut wanting you to think that he'd just made it back there and has heard nothing.

It's about ten o’clock now, Minho had put a movie on for himself to watch, Jisung had submitted his paper and you're currently reading through the book your professor had given you for this report. Your legs are curled under you, Jisung using what he could of them as a pillow and you're using his back as a table to take your notes when suddenly his arms wrap around the small of your waist, signaling that he's fallen asleep.

This is quite normal for the two of you but after finally vocalizing your feelings for the boy in your lap to the one across the room, you can't fight the blush that floods across your cheeks. Putting your book down, you slowly run your fingers through his currently bleached hair with dark brown roots, humming softly when you can feel him relaxing more against you.

You let him stay like this a little longer before slowly patting his shoulder. “Ji, you need to go get in your bed.” you say even though your words fall onto deaf ears. You shake him a little more when you hear Minho from across the room. “Call him that name you only use when you're sleepy. That sets a fire under him anytime you say it.” Minho says, voice just barely above a whisper, fighting a laugh when your cheeks turn red.

Minho points his finger to his mouth, tongue out and fake gags before switching his attention back to the movie. You look back down at Jisung, taking a deep breath before you whisper to him, “Sungie? Are you asleep?” This time, he's up and tense against your legs, realizing his arms are wrapped around you making him sit up quick enough that he almost falls off the couch.

His cheeks are fiery red when he rubs the back of his head, feeling your hand fall onto his bicep, he looks up at you quickly with a small smile. “Sungie, I think that it's time to go to bed.. Do you have any classes tomorrow?” you ask him only for him to shake his head, trying to wipe the sleepiness from his eyes.

“Are you staying over or do you have morning classes?” Jisung asks, not realizing the time until he looks down at his phone. It's 2am. His eyes suddenly show panic as he gets up quickly to let you get up. “Oh my god! It's so late! How come you didn't wake me up to walk you home so that you can get sleep?” His voice is full of panic, making the other man in the room cringe, doing another fake gag even though neither of you can see it.

“Easy Ji, I don't have any classes in the morning. Plus if I did, how could I wake sleeping beauty in my lap?” You say to him trying your best not to giggle, not knowing what's come over you, making you flirt with him so obviously like that but it gives you confidence. He looks over you quickly, before sitting down beside you again, leaning his head onto your shoulder, closing his eyes with a hum.

“So.. sleep over.. I can't remember the last time we cuddled.” He says to you, you'd both been so busy that you couldn't do the one thing that the two of you love to do the most, just cuddle. It never led to more, even if sometimes the both of you wished it had (unbeknownst to the other). You simply nod your head before pouting slightly. “I didn't bring anything to sleep in though..”

His eyes light up when the new option hits him. “You can.. Um.. you can sleep in one of my shirts if you want. Use my boxers as shorts since I know you hate basketball shorts..” He says as his face is bright red and staring at you. You stand up and nod before going to his room, changing into one of his black shirts and just a random grey pair of his boxers. Once you've stepped out to get him from the living room, you've met Minho in the hallway, looking at you laughing softly. 

“Keep the noise to a minimum, yeah? I’ve got lunch with some friends tomorrow and I reeaaallllly don't wanna tell them I’m tired because I had to listen to my roommate fuck his best friend all night.” The words fall from his lips so sadistically it causes you to become a bundle of nerves. 

Had Jisung said something like this to Minho? Does he normally do that type of thing? You push the thoughts away remembering that the only girl you'd seen Jisung with in the past couple of months was yourself. Pushing past Minho, you walk into the living room, finding Jisung on his phone waiting. “Sungie? Ready to go to bed?” you ask him.

His eyes meet the skin of your thighs first before looking up at the shirt that you'd picked out. Normally, he wears that shirt to the gym with Changbin and Chan but he'll now have to find a new one since you look much better than he does in it. The sleeves had been cut off, making it a muscle tee, the collar stretched from how often he pulls on it.

Finally his eyes meet yours but before he can blink, yours are glued to the floor while your hands play with the hem of the shirt you have on. Quickly he stands up, walking over and taps your chin to make you look up at him. “You look.. Really pretty in my clothes, sweet girl.'' After this he takes you back to his room.

Silence fills the room as you lay down in the bed while he gets undressed, putting on just some shorts before crawling into the bed next to you. He turns to face you as you do the same, smiling up at him as you feel the butterflies filling your stomach, heart racing when his hand comes to you and slips some of the hair out of your face and behind your ear. This has happened in your friendship so many times why does it feel so different this time?

You close your eyes just wanting to take in his warmth and the smell of him filling your nose, instinctively making you move closer to him. This causes him to get nervous about what he was going to say to you. Since he heard you talking to Minho, he's been thinking about what you said and it made him realize that he felt the same way that you did. 

“I have a secret to tell you Y/n..” is all he can manage to say in a low whisper as he pulls you closer to him. You lay your head against his pillow, putting your hand on his shoulder. “And you can't tell anyone, okay?” His eyes fixed on your face when you simply nod, jestering a lock over your lips and throwing away the key. It makes him laugh before taking a deep breath. He looks at you to find the confidence in what he needs to say, pulling you closer to him. “I think I've fallen in love with you..” He says voice just barely above a whisper but it runs through you like a scream. 

The man that you'd just said you were in love with hours ago is now telling you that he's in love with you? You quickly sit up looking over at him before climbing out of the bed with a pained look. “You listened to my conversation with Minho.. Don't pull this joke.. It's not funny, Jisung.” you say, hands desperately clinging to the hem of your shirt.

“But I'm not joking, I promise. Hearing you say it made me realize what this feeling I couldn't address was. Y/n, I'm in love with you and I really mean it.” He stands as soon as you do, walking over and taking your hands into his to help calm his own nerves and hopefully yours as well. You both stare at each other in the silence before you wrap your arms around his shoulders and hug him as tight as you can.

“I love you too, Sungie. I have for a while but I came to realize it when a month ago Minho said that you might find your someone soon if I didn't make a move..”

“As if I'd ever choose anyone over you, love.” he says, pulling the both of you back into the bed. You curl up into him, making him hum as he plays with your hair. “Never leave my side, yeah? I love you.”

You hear a bang on the wall making you both quickly look over before you can hear a familiar voice. “Y/n, I swear to god if you guys get any louder, I’m gonna lie to everyone tomorrow and tell them what I said to you earlier!”

You giggle when Jisung gives you a confused look, shaking your head before kissing his cheek. “Don't worry about that okay? I'll tell you about it tomorrow. For now, let's get some sleep before he outs us.” You say as you lay your head back down on his chest and fall asleep.

©️ dearestaussiechannie, all rights reserved.

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[distilledmelancholy]

Ok cool!! So, this is extremely random but I need comfort. Can we have some headcannons on Wally with a reader on her period (I’m pretty puppets can’t have periods but just roll with it 😅)

Can you also make it we’re reader has a heavy flow and bad cramps and gets EXTREMELY moody? That’s basically me on my period 💀

This is such a sweet ask, we all need comfort sometimes. :) I'll also make these headcannons to be gender inclusive for my trans kings and nonbinary folks <3

Also I'm sorry this took me forever to write, I've been literally addicted to Minecraft lately 💀

Wally Darling with a partner who is on their period.

While puppets don't really have the same anatomy as humans, and not totally understand some things, they can realize when you're uncomfortable or in pain.

Which grabs the attention of the absolute most of a neighbor, and he doesn't understand why you're in so much pain that you're curled up and crying. He does know that something is wrong though and will try and help you in any way he can.

Will also ask so. many. questions. and try and know everything there is to know, even if he doesn't understand why the human body even does the whole "menstruation" thing anyways.

He doesn't strike me as someone who would be grossed out with any bodily fluid really because puppets don't have any, and therefore don't understand what they even are.

Is attached to your hip for however long it lasts, constantly attending to your every need.

“…hello?” a hand waves in front of your face.

You blink for a moment before fixing your gaze on the person talking to you, “…huh?”

“Are you feeling alright neighbor?” you make eye contact with Wally as he places a hand on your arm “you look a little red, did you forget to put on sunscreen?”

You did feel rather hot. And uncomfortable. And in pain. Why did you agree to a neighborhood picnic anyways? As you open your mouth to brush Wally off, a violent pain overwhelms you, making you let out a strangled cry and you double over in pain on instinct.

“Oh goodness! Are you okay neighbor?!” Wally rushes to your side and rubs your back soothingly.

Embarrassment and irritation flooded through you as a scene was beginning to form, “yes, just..." you clench your jaw for a moment, "argh!” you growled and pushed Wally away from you.

You didn’t look at him as you pushed yourself to your feet and started to walk away. You didn’t see his pupils shrink and a look of total devastation painted across his face. Even in the way he held himself, he was truly hurt.

You couldn’t even begin to think about your actions, the wave of anger that suddenly washed over you took control as you briskly walked towards a quieter and shadier part of the woods. The harsh sun beat down on you as you tried to breathe through the pain.

You didn't even notice that you were being followed.

"Neighbor!" A voice called out to you. When you turned, you saw Wally running to catch up with you, "I'm sorry neighbor, I didn't mean to embarrass you. I was just worried about you!"

While he was rambling, you got a moment to look at him. He seemed sweaty and frazzled, and it dawns on you that you were incredibly mean to him for no reason, and yet he is still in front of you, worried and apologizing. Your anger and irritation melted away and a feeling of guilt settled on your chest. Your face felt flushed, and you were sweating a ton. From the sun, or from the embarrassment you weren’t too sure anymore.

Another wave of pain washed over you, which made you bend over and wrap your arms around your lower torso.

Wally places his hands on your upper arms and looks up at you, “I know what's wrong, I remember you telling me about this, neighbor. You should go home and rest."

You allowed yourself to be tugged in the direction of your home by Wally, who took great care in guiding you and comforting you whenever you grimaced in pain.

When you made it to your house, Wally escorted you inside and lead you over to the sofa in your living room.

"Can I get you anything? What can I do for you?"

Looking into his eyes, seeing the concern written all over his face was too much for you.

"I don't know what's wrong with me!" You cried out, tears quickly forming in your eyes as you begin to breakdown, "I'm sorry Wally, I'm so sorry!"

As you're sobbing, Wally comes closer, trying to comfort you which leads you to wrap your arms around him and pull him in for an embrace.

"I know you didn't mean to," Wally mumbled, "but let me help, please neighbor."

You took a couple of breaths, trying to calm down, "I-I don't want help" you whimpered, "I just want you here with me."

Wally's eyes widened for a moment, before he gently wrapped his arms around you, "of course I'll stay neighbor," he nestled into the crook of your neck, "you are the absolute most after all."

[bugsmunched]

❤️‍🔥" Please...I can make it up to you!" || Mike Schmidt x GN!AFAB! Reader

Contents: Whiny pathetic Mike, like seriously so pathetic, Sub! Mike, Gender neutral reader, reader has AFAB anatomy, impact play if you squint, choking, dacryphillia (kind of), degradation, reader receives oral, reader is really mean to Mike, cum in boxers, aftercare

Word count: 4013 Words

Summary: Reader confronts Mike about not being able to pay them, and he pleads with them to pay them a different way.

Smut under the cut !!! MINDORS DNI!!!

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It was quiet and dark in the house, the air still and cold. The only source of light in the entire house was coming from the silent T.V. which was playing a random sitcom. Laying down on the couch in front of the TV was Y/N, sound asleep and shivering slightly from the cold air. Their blanket had fallen onto the ground a while ago, leaving the poor thing shivering in their sleep. Soon enough the silence of the house was interrupted by the door slamming open.

Loud footsteps echoed through the house, and the sound of keys loudly hitting the table caused Y/N the jolt awake, head lifting from the couch cushions in pure confusion. "Hello??" They called out groggily, blinking a few times and looking at the dark figure standing in the kitchen. The figure muttered something that Y/N couldn't quite hear, causing them to sit up in an attempt to get a better look. "Mike?" They called out, their eyes slowly recognizing the shadowy figure that was standing in the kitchen.

"Yeah, it's me, Y/N.." Mike muttered softly, rubbing his temples and flicking a switch on in the kitchen, his figure now becoming illuminated by the yellowish light of the kitchen.

Y/N swiveled their head to look at the clock that was sitting on the side table. '4:17' "Why are you back so early? Don't you get off at six?" They asked, standing up and stretching slowly, fixing their shirt that had pulled up slightly. "You didn't get fired again, did you?" They asked, having genuine concern in their voice as they made their way over to him.

Mike shook his head, turning around and watching as Y/N made their way over to him. His eyes traced their body, admiring their figure...the way their hips swayed so gently with every step drove him just a little bit insane. He bit harshly on his bottom lip for a moment, drawing in a long, shaky breath. "No, I didn't get fired...I was just...sick of being there. " He tried to explain.

"Sick of being there? Michael..." they began, sounding disappointed, "You can't just leave your job in the middle of your shift simply because you're bored...it's that kind of behavior that will get you fired. " They spoke, standing close to the man, obviously annoyed with his excuse. "I mean seriously, you already can't afford to pay me. I can't imagine you can afford to be completely without a babysitter for Abby. "

Those words caused a bit of panic to spread throughout Mike's body, his eyes simply widening. "You- you wouldn't leave me, would you? " He asked, nervous that Y/Ns words weren't just an empty threat.

"Why should I stay? You can't pay me...and it seems as if you aren't even trying to keep this job. You act as if you're putting in so much effort...but where's the proof? You'd be in danger of getting evicted if you weren't living in your parent's house. Seriously Mike, you're so pathetic, it's annoying. "

Mike swallowed hard, wanting to retort, but he knew that what they were saying was true. He was pathetic. Why should they stay? They have so much potential, so why were they even bothering to stick around? It obviously wasn't because of anything that Michael brought to the table, so why even stay? The man grew close to tears, not wanting Y/N to leave him like all others had. The night guard had become attached to Abby's babysitter, and it was clear that they were one of his many, many weaknesses.

"See, you can't even say anything in return. It's pathetic - you're pathetic, Mike. I'm going home, call me when you can pay me. " Y/N said with a bit of disdain in their voice. They turned away from him, about to walk away before they felt a calloused hand tightly grip their wrist.

"D-don't leave me...please?" Mike whispered, looking up at Y/N through teary eyes, his lips turned downwards in a pout. "I promise I'll be better, I promise!" He whined out, desperation of some kind lacing each one of his words. Once Y/N had turned to face him again, he sunk to his knees, hands clasping together in front of his chest. "please, Y/N, I can make it up to you!" He pleaded, tears threatening to spill past the threshold.

Y/N sighed and watched as Mike sunk to his knees in front of them. Their breath got caught in their throat for a moment as the view in front of them was truly delectable. Such a weak and pathetic man, on his knees, whimpering and pleading for them to show him any mercy, on the verge of actual tears, all because of them. They released the breath they were holding, staring down at him, making sure that their face remained still and showed no sign of emotion. "make it up to me? How could you possibly make it up to me? Hmm? You're weak, Mike. You're practically a bug beneath my boot at this point, and here you are, begging me to not squish you. Tell me, why shouldn't I step on you, crush you beneath my boot?"

A shiver was sent down Mike's spine at Y/Ns mean, calloused words. As harsh as they were, it made him feel...good to be called weak by someone so powerful. "I-I don't know...all I know is that I can make it up to you! " He cried out, breath heavy with desperation. "Please...I can make it up to you.." he begged them. Soon enough he blinked, causing tears to roll down his cheeks, which made a smirk form on Y/N's face.

" Ugh, fine. You're so annoying, you know that?" They spat, scoffing at his pathetic words and actions. One hand grabbed his chin harshly, angling his face upwards, "If you want to please me so bad, then you'll listen to every word I have to say, understood? Not once will you disobey me, not a single muscle out of line, got it?" They spoke with a dangerous tone, eyes filled with something equally as dangerous.

The brunette was now shaking, bottom lip quivering as tears continued to spill from his glossy eyes. "I-I understand! Just please...let me make it up to you.." he whined out, inching closer to the person towering above him. He placed his hands on their hips, thumbs resting right in the dips, yet his actions were met with a slap to the face.

"Did I say that you could touch me? " Y/N asked, smirking at the sight of a red mark left on the man's face. Mike instantly retracted his hands, rubbing his cheek with one hand, obviously surprised by the sudden harsh action. "And that was me being nice...you pathetic little.." they trailed off, hand tangling itself in his hair. They tugged harshly on the curly brown locks, giving a scoff as the man rolled his eyes back at the feeling. "you're so desperate, it's disgusting."

Mike's lips parted slightly as his head was tugged backward, face turning a deep red. He felt so embarrassed and humiliated, but god if that wasn't turning him on. He squirmed uncomfortably on the ground, feeling his pants grow a little too tight. His tongue darted out, glossy spit coating his lips, making him look like such a pathetic little whore. "M'sorry" he mumbled out, chest tensing slightly.

He was becoming so desperate for any form of friction that he bucked his hips against nothing, eliciting a mocking laugh from Y/N. "Desperate little slut, seriously it's sickening how desperate you've become, I haven't even touched you yet. Not that you deserve to be touched by me. " They spoke harshly, pulling his head back once again before letting go of his hair. "I'm not even sure if you deserve to touch me...maybe I should just make you watch. " A cocky smirk spread across their face as Mike gave a desperate little plea, his eyes generating more tears.

"Oh please, I'll be your good boy, please just let me touch you!" He sobbed out, more pathetic little tears falling from his eyes. Their hand on his chin traveled down, soft fingers harshly wrapping around his neck and squeezing the sides, eliciting an erotic and truly pathetic moan from the man on his knees. A little bit of drool slipped past his lips, mixing with the tears on his neck. "please.." he panted out, staring up at Y/N with glossy eyes.

Y/N thought about it for a moment, licking their bottom lip in thought before they shrugged. " I mean...I guess I can use your pathetic self for my pleasure...your mouth can't be entirely useless, right?"

Mike nodded his head feverishly, hands balling up into fists desperately. He craved to feel their skin, to run his hands up and down their body, caress everything he could. He needed to be useful to them, to be used by them. He would do anything for them as long as it meant he was making them feel good. All he wanted was to be the only one to make them feel good. He whined softly as their hand left his neck, missing the tight grasp. "C'mon, whore. " They purred, dragging him up off the floor by his hair, making him whine out.

They walked over to the couch, Mike following behind like a lost puppy, eager to follow whatever commands came out of their mouth. They laid down on the couch, head against one of the armrests as they slowly signaled for Mike to come to them. Mike, who was admittedly a little too excited, stumbled over his own two feet as he made his way to the couch, crawling on top of Y/N, shuddering as their hand wrapped around his neck once again. "good boy...looks like you do know how to follow directions.." they whispered before they pulled him close, pressing their lips against his.

The kiss was desperate and full of fiery passion, from both sides. Mike was whimpering and moaning into the kiss, holding himself up with his hands, which he was frustrated by. He so badly wanted to just let his hands roam their body, but he couldn't. Mike had fallen so deep in the kiss that he began grinding his hips against Y/N's, the friction causing him to give out shaky and breathless moans into the kiss. Their grip on his neck tightened a bit as they pulled away from the kiss, anger evident on their face. "just as I was praising you for being such a good boy...you have to turn around and disobey me? It's like you don't even want to touch me..."

Mike's hips stuttered to a stop, eyes watering once again. "No no no! I didn't mean it...I promise I didn't mean it! Please let me touch you... please! I can make you feel so good, Y/N please..." He begged out breathlessly, eyes full of desperation.

"Oh my god, shut up. " They hissed at him, shoving his head down their body, so that soon he was nestled between their legs, just a few layers of fabric keeping him from what he so desperately needed. "you are so fucking annoying, seriously. All you do is whine and beg..like god, could you be any more of a desperate, pathetic whore? This is your last chance. Prove that your mouth is useful for something other than whining like a little bitch, and maybe, just maybe, I'll let you cum tonight. " They sneered, letting go of his head.

The security guard gulped, nodding silently, afraid that any more talking would lead to him being left to solve his issue by himself. He began to fumble with their pants, struggling with their button for a moment, which elicited an annoyed whine from him before he finally got their pants undone.

His fingers hooked under both waistbands and pulled them down, shimmying them off their legs and tossing them somewhere into the house. Once again he nestled himself between their legs, an eager whine escaping his lips once he locked eyes with their cunt, wet with desire.

"Holy...fuck.." he whined out, licking his lips as he took in the sight. His hands gripped at their thighs, pulling their arousal close to his face. He licked a stripe from their hole up to their sensitive bundle of nerves, letting out a breathy moan at the taste. "Been keeping this from me..for so long..." He muttered softly, letting his mouth dip back down, once again meeting with their sensitive clit.

His tongue swirled around the nub, pulling soft moans out of their mouth, which their hand promptly covered. They knew Abby was dead asleep but still didn't want to risk it. His tongue flicked up and down, mouth beginning to gently suck on their clit. Their free hand traveled down and became tangled in his messy, curly hair, pushing him further against their needy cunt. He moaned in content, bringing a hand up and quickly replacing his tongue with the rough pad of his thumb, rubbing in quick and rough circles.

His mouth traveled down their wet slit, prodding at their entrance for a moment before sliding inside, causing Y/N to tug roughly at his hair, hips bucking up against his face. They began to grind against his face as he ate them out like they were his very last meal, the foul sounds his mouth was making mixing with the muffled moans of Y/N, who was already on the verge of cumming, but they wanted to make Mike work a little more for it.

He moves back up, mouth once again pressing gentle yet sloppy kisses to their clit, hand traveling down as he pressed two fingers to their entrance. He slipped his fingers into them, feeling his pants tighten just a little bit more once he felt them wrapped around his fingers. Without hesitation, Mike began to thrust and curl his fingers deep inside Y/N, reveling in the delicious wet sounds their desperate pussy made. Their moans only got louder, causing them to bite down on their hand, thighs beginning to tremble. "please, Y/N...cum for me.." he begged, wanting his fingers to be coated in their juices.

After a few more thrusts of his fingers, Y/Ns mouth fell agape, silent screams falling from their lips as their back arched off the couch, simply coming undone on his fingers. They were shaking, breathing heavily, and shaky. The smile he made when they finally came for him was precious, he looked so proud of himself for being able to make someone like Y/N cum that hard. He made sure to fuck them thoroughly through their orgasm, pulling his fingers out when they were done riding out their high. Without hesitation he brought his fingers to his lips and licked them clean, shuddering that the taste of their cum against his tongue.

He looked up at them expectantly, after all, he had been a very good boy for them and showed that his mouth was useful for something other than whining and complaining. His big brown eyes were clouded over with lust, teeth capturing his bottom lip. His hands went to rest on their thighs, just wanting to massage their soft skin. Y/N looked down at him and just gave a soft smile, hand starting to mess with his hair. "you look like you want something, pretty boy. Well cmon, use your words, tell me what you want. " They spoke softly, in a very teasing manner.

"Please, I need to cum. My pants are so tight...it hurts!" He whined out, his eyes glossing over with tears once again.

"god, you are so whiny..." They muttered softly, hand sliding down and cupping his face gently. "But you did show me that your mouth can be..very very useful. I guess that means...you can cum. " They spoke softly, shaking their head in disbelief at how desperate he still was. "you really are nothing but a little whore, huh?" They asked with amusement.

"M'your desperate little whore.." he whispered out, his pathetic brown eyes staring up at them, bringing his bottom lip between his teeth once again.

"Pants off, c'mon. " They muttered softly as they sat up, looking at him. Mike scrambled to stand up, heavy hands messing with his belt buckle before he finally managed to slip his pants down around his ankles, and now Y/N could get a good look at him. There was a small damp spot on his boxers from where the head of his cock leaked precum, and a triumphant smirk spread across their face at the sight of the outline of his cock. It was straining against the light fabric of his boxers, desperate to be free. Mike looked at them, his eyes asking for permission to remove his boxers, but all he was met with was a shake of their head. "No, I'm going to make you cum all over the inside of your boxers, feel grateful I at least had the courtesy to let you take your pants off. "

He whimpered, his eyes watering once again, god he was so whiny and pathetic. "i-i can't fuck you?" He asked, sadly tilting his head to the side, bottom lip jutting out in a pout.

Y/N laughed harshly, shaking their head in disbelief. "Do you seriously think that you've earned that? Do you think that you've been good enough? It's good to know you're pathetic and dumb. " They spoke, a devilish glint in their eyes. "now apologize for asking such a stupid question." They commanded, their gaze making it clear that if he didn't apologize, they would just leave him like that.

Mike shifted his weight, giving a soft, high-pitched whine of annoyance. He knew deep down that he didn't deserve it, but god part of him still hoped that maybe, just maybe, they would feel a small amount of pity for him. But no, they were ruthless, denying him of burying himself deep in their pussy. He stomped his foot a little bit, watching as Y/N raised a brow, an amused laugh escaping their lips. "fine then, I'll just leave. " They said, standing up, and giving him a dangerous look.

As soon as Y/N stood up, Mike panicked, "No no no.. M'sorry! I'm sorry for asking such a stupid question...please, I need you.." he gasped out, his cock twitching in his boxers. "I promise I'll be good for you...please. " he squirmed uncomfortably under their gaze, eyes watching closely as they sunk back down onto the couch.

"Fine. C'mere. " They said, annoyance lacing their voice as they leaned up against the armrest, spreading their legs so Mike could sit between them. He sat down, leaning his back against their chest, wiggling around for a second trying to get comfortable. "Knock that off. " They growled into his ear, smacking his thigh.

Instantly, he stilled his movements, hands grabbing at the fabric of his shirt. Y/N's hands trailed down his sides, lightly teasing the bare skin, nails leaving faint marks on his side. His breathing hitched, eyes watching intensely as their hands made their way down to his cloaked cock. Their thumb slipped under the waistband of the checkered fabric, pulling on it gently before letting go. He gave a little whine before quickly quieting himself, not wanting to lose the chance to cum that he was about to get.

Y/N's hand slid further down, soon cupping the outline of his hardened cock, making him draw in a sharp breath. They gently squeezed, Mike taking his bottom lip between his teeth to quiet himself. Slowly, they began to rub his bulge through the soft fabric of his boxers, occasionally squeezing. Soft whines began to fall from Mike's lips, which only prompted him to bite his lip harder. " Y/N...can you go faster, please?" he asked so quietly that they could barely hear what he said.

The cocky smirk on their face widened at the soft plead, "I'm sorry, what was that? You need to speak up...tell me what you want me to do to you like a good boy would. " They said mockingly.

"Oh god please Y/N please please please go faster...it feels so good but I need it to be faster, please..." A particularly rough squeeze pulled a harsh gasp from his throat, hips bucking up into their hand. "I-I I'm sorry, I just need you so bad, Y/N..." He quickly apologized for bucking his hips, which made Y/N smile proudly.

"Such a good boy, you already know that that was wrong...Well, because you're being so good, I guess I'll speed up." Y/N said softly as they began to rub his bulge faster, applying more pressure. As they continued to get him off through his boxers, one of Mike's hands shot up to mute his moans which were growing in volume. 

After a bit his moans got higher-pitched and his breathing increased in pace, stomach tightening and thighs trembling. "can I cum?" he asked in a pathetic little whine, head tilting back as his eyes tightly screwed shut. 

"Yeah, you stupid little slut, you can cum. Go on, make a mess in your boxers like the pathetic little whore you are. "

With that final command, Mike let out a muffled yelp as he came undone in his boxers, thick ropes of cum painting the inside of the checkered print, a wet spot forming on the outside. He panted heavily, his entire body shaking. "Thank you...oh god thank you..." he whispered, leaning against them and just absorbing their warmth. 

Y/N smiled softly and kissed the top of Mike's head, their demeanor changing completely. "You're welcome, sweetheart," they spoke softly, rubbing his thigh gently. "Let's go get you cleaned up, and those boxers in the wash, that shit can stain like no one's business." They said with a joking smile, standing up and extending their hand. He grabbed it and stood up, with their help, his legs shaking softly from having just come moments ago.

He looked at them with a slightly perplexed look, "You aren't just going to leave?" He asked softly, following them to the bathroom that was down the hall. 

Y/N paused and turned, looking at Mike with some concern in their expression. "Of course not, Mike. Look I know I was mean during all of that, but it seemed that you enjoyed it. But that ended, and I can't just leave you in that headspace. I genuinely care about you, and I want to show you that by cleaning you up, getting you some water, and making sure you get all the aftercare you need, after all, aftercare is the most important step when it comes to sex, especially rough sex. Now come on, let's get you all leaned up, okay?"

Mike smiled, looking at them with a grateful expression on his face, "That sounds good, yeah." he spoke as he followed him the rest of the way to the bathroom. When they finally got to the bathroom, he stopped and grabbed their hand. "Hey, Y/N, can I kiss you?" he asked, his voice a little shaky, as he was scared that they would decline his simple wish. 

They smiled and cupped his face with one hand, rubbing his cheek with their thumb, "Of course, baby," they said with a smile before leaning in and gently connecting their lips. 

The kiss was like nothing Mike had ever experienced before. It was soft and gently, with genuine care behind it. Y/N's lips were soft and fit perfectly against his own. After he pulled away he couldn't help but explode into a joyous smile, " Thank you for that, Y/N" he said as he nuzzled into their hand that was cupping his cheek. 

"You're welcome, Mike. You're so very welcome. Now, let's get you cleaned up before that all dries down and it becomes difficult to get off. " 

[iztea]

They still feel off specially the eyes i could feel them about to manifest their own life and run off

Even my linework is ... Idk what's wrong and it's the problem maybe I'm staring too much but I don't think so

Sorry for bothering alot but i loved your last advice ty

i think the main problem with the first picture has to do with the proportions and anatomy of the lower body area aka the neck and shoulders. i'd make the shoulders wider and add some sort of form to the neck so that it looks believable instead of a flat rectangle shape ( maybe make it slimmer a bit too? although that might be just a stylistic choice so you do you). That's the first thing i'd fix because otherwise the head looks too big in comparison to the rest of the body, and it can throw you off

I actually think you did a great job with the eyes, they have a lot of life and that comes from the fact that they are the most rendered part of your piece, which is not a bad thing. The thing is, while it is true that the eyes are the main focal point of a face and portrait in general, that doesn't mean you can neglect the other parts, so i think it is also a consistency issue or not figuring out exactly what sort of style or rendering you want to go with that holds you back (which is totally fine and normal ofc). So let's pick a semi-realistic stylized rendering style for this since this is the vibe i'm getting from this piece.

If that's the style we're going for, then the face should have a bit more form. You have to remember that our facial features ( eyes, nose, lips) are connected with each other via the planes of the face, right? So, for a semirealistic style, revisit your reference and try to idenitify what those planes are and how they connect to those features, and most importantly, where the shadows hit, and just accentuate them more, because at the moment they look like 3rd forms plastered over a 2d surface which is not right, our skin has form as well. Color-wise, don't be afraid to go darker with the shadows, they really make your drawings pop. Without looking at a reference, i'd def add some shadow under the lips, a bit where the lips connect to the nose, under the neck, and in the lower body area.

I'm really trying to avoid the most basic answer which is " practice anatomy !!1! " because everyone can say that however, at the end of the day, this is the main thing the face lacks. And tbvh you don't have to actually know anatomy, you just gotta know some proportions things that make the face look believable enough. I feel like the features are mostly just drawn from the reference without an understanding of the structure behind it. Something tells me that in the reference picture, the person had their head tilted a bit upwards, but here it's kinda flat and the features are just painted without following the motion. Try to draw over your reference picture the vertical and horizontal lines and make up the head shape behind it to figure out the way it is tilting and facing, because the lips, eyes nose, etc will follow that same sort of flow, they're not stationary. I'd also make the eyes a bit smaller, or maybe make the skull bigger bc i think they are touching the outer edge too much now, and also narrow the distance between the nose and lips just a bit. Kinda hard to explain without actually doing it myself. But really, try to play with that, and try getting comfy with drawing 3d forms i know it's easier said than done but..... there really isn't any shortcut unfortunately As for the lineart drawing, yes it's actually pretty solid, i like that duplicate blur thing you did, i'm familiar with that technique and it def has its perks so that's great. Im not an expert on lineart, however here i think there are too many " unnecessary" lines that could easily be omitted (purple). Less is more and all that~ The hair strands at the end feel too stiff and identical (green). If you notice, they all just end in this " V" shape and they rarely overlap thus making the image look flat. Try to break this pattern by introducing more spontaneity aka random hairflies, making the strands overlap, adding more shape variety etc

Make sure that the lines connect properly whenever they meet, and also although you already did it and i think that's great, you can make some lines even thicker, go even further and add even more lineweight. As a general thing, usually, the exterior or contour lines are thicker and whatever it is inside is thinner so experiment with that, you can start from the nose- thicker lines for the nostrils thinner for that nose tip i forgot what it's called and also add thin lines that just hint at the form. Lineart is hardd so i don't blame you, but if you're gonna keep the lineart in, try "shading" with black blocks so to speak, make sure the lineart layer can stand on its own, and pay more attention to the lower part area (neck and shoulders) even if it is less exciting to ink

[gabeorelse]

Resource: Writing Craft Masterpost

Okay, so one of my favorite things to do when I'm not writing but I want to think about writing is to study the craft. Seriously, I'm a HUGE writing nerd and learning is one of my favorite parts of the process (besides the actual writing lmao). Below is a list of my favorite craft resources that I don't see recommended a ton but which I've found do a great job of identifying and explaining the nitty-gritty rather than just giving blanket advice like 'show don't tell'.

Ellen Brock's Youtube Channel

Ellen Brock, according to her bio, is an editor who has worked both freelance and in the publishing industry. The resource here is on her channel - TONS of free longform videos that break down structure, character arc, anatomy of a scene, dialogue, prose, principles of revision, anything you can imagine.

My favorite video: Character Arc meets Story Structure. An hour long video explaining how character arc and story structure marry within the 3-Act Structure. I made an annotated cheat sheet/study guide just based off this and it literally fixed my WIP lol.

Susan Dennard's Writing Academy - Free Resources

Susan Dennard is a published author who, disclaimer, I have not checked her books out yet (though I've been meaning to!) but I have found her blog post archive invaluable. She writes a ton on writing craft, publishing, revision, etc, and I've coopted a lot of her strategies, particularly in revision, for myself. Highly recommend.

Unfortunately, it looks like my favorite resource (her revision advice) is behind a paywall now (which, fair, she did a LOT of free stuff over the years), but I might put together a frankenstein version of my own revision method one of these days - it's heavily influenced by hers.

ShaelinWrites Youtube Channel

Another writing youtuber who really gets to the nitty-gritty. What I love about them is they are a pantser/discovery writer and they show, both through their advice and success, that you CAN be a discovery writer and not just end up in a mess of unrevised monstrosity, which is what I feel like a lot of people assume. They also do a lot of videos on writing confidence, process, and mindset which have all been very helpful to me.

My favorite video: How to Become a Confident Writer. This video really helped me get back some of my confidence and love for writing when I was struggling. They have similar related videos, and I basically watched ALL of them at various points, but this one really helped me.

LocalScriptMan's Youtube Channel

Okay, here me out. This one is a bit of a departure. I feel like LocalScriptMan kind of takes on this tough love/tough life advice persona, and I don't mind it, but some people might. He's also focused on screenwriting, but a lot of his videos apply to general writing principles, and I feel like, as with the other resources, he really gets to the heart of the craft and breaks down principles in a way I really like.

My favorite video: it's a tie between The Key to Writing Freakishly Good Dialogue and How to Actually Succeed as a Creative. I really liked the latter because I interact a lot with other authors who are querying agents or have one foot in the publishing industry, one foot not quite there (like me), and his attitude toward success changed my mind about how to approach the industry. His advice is something like 'most people keep looking for that big break, but that's very self-focused. If you want to succeed, help others and make yourself a valuable person, not only to get that big break, but because then you can do what you love: creating stories and working on projects, even if they're not your own'. This is a bit more applicable to the screenwriting community, but I do think overall the best part about writing is not just writing, but community, and I think he hits the nail on the head with that one.

Summary: obviously I am not an affiliate (these people 100% do not know who I am lol), but I get frustrated when I'm trying to find answers to my writing problems and all I get are shitty SEO based articles written by the Masterclass website lmao. So over the years I've cultivated my favorites, and wanted to share them. I hope these help anybody who needs them!

[yanderestarangel]

♡ 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐮𝐩 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐯𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐚 ♡

a/n: version with kuai liang here ♡

TW: angst, smut, ftm reader, aggressive sex, crying, overstimulation, v!sex, ride, unprotected sex, tomas begs for your forgiveness, afab anatomy, not reviewed.

He was always a kind, sweet and helpful man, you and Tomas lived a peaceful marriage - practically a dream marriage - however, after Tomas learned about his brother's betrayal with the lin kuei, with his father and all the rude treatment from older brother, he just lost control.

But with the wrong person.

You didn't even have a reaction as you watched Vrbada come home and freak out, breaking some things and yelling at you in the process - generating an argument between the two of you, you were both obviously hurt, so Tomas only realized the mess he had made at the wedding when he went sleeping outside the house that night, covering his ears as he heard your cry in his head.

He came back in the late afternoon of that day, with a tired face, eyes swollen from crying and above all, a look of redemption for having hurt you. He saw you sitting on the couch, also hurt and bruised - but it was his fault - and he needed to fix that.

He sighed deeply, not wanting to argue with you, but needing to talk this out "-My love, please. Let's sit down and talk about what happened. I know I lost my temper and said things I shouldn't have. I didn't mean any of it."

Tomas sat down on the couch next to you, his hand reaching out to touch yours gently. "-You know how much you mean to me, right? You are the light of my life, my beautiful boy. Please, don't push me away like this. I want to make it up to you. I promise I won't lose control again. I need your forgiveness sweetheart... " His voice trailed off as he looked at you desperately, hoping for some sign of understanding or mercy from you.

You just let the tears come out in anger, as you left Tomas, going to take a shower and try to relax, but you knew that your husband wasn't going to give up. His heart sank as he saw you that way. He knew he had hurt you deeply and was sorry for it, he follows you to the bathroom, giving you space to get comfortable.

"-I'm so sorry. Please, don't be angry with me anymore." He entered the bathroom carefully, trying to give you some space while still wanting to comfort you. "-You will always be my husband, no matter what happens between us."

He slowly took off his clothes as he got close to you, placing his hands on your body, massaging your wet skin, while whispering in your ear. "-Forgive me, please. I need you. You are my entire world."

He leaned in and kissed you softly, his lips gentle against yours, trying to convey his feelings through his actions. Tomas slowly pushed into your wet pussy, feeling your body respond to him despite your anger. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't stop himself. "-You feel so good my boy." Tomas growled against your neck, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he drove deeper into you, enjoying the feeling of your wet pussy surround his throbbing cock.

You moaned against him, while he held you in his arms, resting one of his thighs on the side of your body, stopping you from falling - you said you hated him, but he didn't stop, pushing his shaft more and more into your pussy, the head of his cock hit your cervix several times, directly in your sweet spot.

"-That's it baby. Let it all out. I deserve your hate." He said between gritted teeth, his dick sliding in and out of your tight cunt. "-You can fucking hate me as much as you want. Just let me make you feel good, let out all your anger (Y/N) Release it on my dick Aaah- Fuuck, I love you-"

"-Say my name little angel. Say 'Tomas.' " His voice was hoarse with desire "-Tell me you love me too..." But you denied it, still conflicted with the feelings you felt for him - his heart fell when he realized that, every time you made love, you screamed his name, but that time you didn't - He continued to pump into you, his dick swelling even more as he felt his climax approaching.

"-I love you so much my baby boy. Please don't hate me anymore." He cried and growled through his tears, his cock swelling inside you as he reached the edge of orgasm.

"-Say it! Tell me you still love me!"He brought one of his hands to your face, as he looked you in the eyes, his blue eyes were full of tears, which ran down his face. His grip on your face tightened as he continued to fuck you, his hips moving faster and harder, driven by a combination of desire and desperation. "-Say it. I Beg my pretty boy..." Vrbada breathed heavily into your ear, his tears falling onto your neck as he fucked you with all his might. You couldn't help it, moaning his name like a mantra as the sounds of his thick shaft echoed through the bathroom in your pussy - "Tomas, Tomas, Tomas..." - you moaned loudly as your hips brushed against his crotch, searching still more contact with him.

He moaned loudly, his lips open, as he sped up, his balls slapping your ass. He collapsed onto your breasts, his cock still pulsing inside you, spilling thick jets as he spoke "-Yes Yes Yes! C-cuming Mmm-" desperately from the overstimulation of his member.

Tomas gave a few thrusts to prolong the pleasure, while still whimpering against your soft skin, he took a deep breath, trying to catch his breath. "-I'm sorry for everything I did... I'll do anything to make things right between us." He refused to leave you, afraid of losing you again, like sand in the desert. Tomas held you close, his arms around you as he finally found peace amidst the chaos of his emotions. "-Please stay with me, you are my husband. I need you more than ever." His voice was soft and gentle, the tears drying on his chest as he held you close.

"-Let's start again. Together..."

©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023

[juustozzi]

@thepinksky18 hello, and thank you sm!! <3 I hope it's okay to reply like this, I got kinda carried away with reference images..! I can try to share some things that help me with my art, hopefully they'll be of some help for you too!

when I do group pics like this, the thing I focus on the most is how everything looks and feels together! details and stuff can wait for later, first is to figure out that the overall picture works, and the characters are in balance with each other!

I'll use the Tenma horse pic you replied to as an example, will be continued under read more!

here's the sketches for the art! the very first sketch is very simple and blocky (I usually use a thick brush) to just settle everything in place and see how it all works out. the second sketch is more detailed and sometimes deviates from the first sketch a lot, if something seems to work better some other way.

depending on the complexity of the finished art, I do just these two sketches or add one more even detailed one, but the last sketch before lineart is the one I tweak the most! usually I draw characters on different layers so it's easy to select them separately and resize, fix proportions or positions, etc. to make the big picture look good to you!

here's the lineart (which could also be the 3rd sketch) compared to the previous layer. now I'm adding more details, but I still keep fixing the overall image - you can see how the lineart doesn't quite match the sketch in places: hikaru is shorter, the position of aoi's feet and tenma's hind legs are different, etc. some people like to do a very detailed sketch and practically trace their lineart over it, and if that's what feels good for you, go for it! I'm the kind to just throw lines over vague sketch and call it a day, especially with more simple drawings like this :,)

there's good tutorials and studies on bodies and proportions online already so I'm not going to even try to speak about those, but I got a few tips! I tend to do them in my mind nowadays, but I tried to draw them out for easier visualization!

I mentioned earlier how for me the main thing is that everything's balanced, right? that also inclues characters and their proportions. I think that in group pics it's more important the characters work out together, not so much if their insividual proportions are perfect. especially if there's notable differences between them - height, bulk, lenght of limbs, and so on! a few pixels here and there don't matter in the overall image, but for example with Shinsuke who is Tiny, it's important for me to really make him smaller than others.

my most used tool is a scale chart! it helps to visualize the proportions for the characters, even when they're piled up like in the example doodle, or otherwise not in a neat row on the horizon line. (again, separate layers help you tweak them individually if needed! there's no need to get them right on the first try, especially when drawing digitally when there's layers.)

if your drawing eye hasn't gotten used to proportions, the chart can also be used to make a neat little ruler to check your sketch! the rulers over the sketch are all same size, just moved around; tsurugi and shinsuke fit in pretty well, and while Tenma's torso is a little long (even when taking into accound he's a little bent from waist, which makes him even taller when straightened out), it's not by much and it wouldn't bother my eye.

and while I myself sometimes tend to be a slave for the references and get gray hair over minor details, or of some part of the anatomy is off and I can't fix it the way I want, the overall feeling and style mean a lot more! I think it's important to put some thought into the proportions especially if you feel like wanting to make progress with your art, but if it's getting too stressful or draining the joy of drawing out of you, then screw it and just have fun! (I say this as someone who has learned not from studying anatomy and stuff, but instead just. has drawn a shitton and had fun while at it. I think getting comfortable with just creating is the bigges step you can take!)

...oops, sorry if this got too long or off the rails! and yeah hopefully you (and anyone else reading all this) got something out of it!

[bingbongsupremacy]

Knock knock Pt. 2 (Last Part)

Pairing: Ellie Williams x Reader

Warnings: Use of pet name 'baby' and nick names.

Summary: A simple request to turn the music down turns into a frustrating back and forth battle. Why does your neighbor have to be so damn attractive?

This fic does not mention anything about the way the readers' body is shaped, their weight, their height, etc. If I happened to miss something or accidentally described the readers' appearance anywhere, please let me know so I can fix it.

*Not Proof Read*

ABC List TLOU Master list

*****

" You fucking narc. " Venom drips off of Ellie's voice. Her eyebrows are drawn together, anger splayed across her face.

I hold onto the door handle tightly, staring at the girl on the porch. " I told you what would happen if you didn't shut your little party down. I'm not playing. Williams. " I try to keep my tone cool.

" I'm not either. This isn't over. " With that, Ellie storms away. She slams her front door, mumbling to herself in the process.

Serves her right.

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" I'm going to kill Ellie Williams. " I huff, burying my head into my hands.

Loud, music vibrates off of the walls. Dina rolls her eyes. " You just keep making things worse by pranking her. She was pissed when you sent 50 pizzas over and she had to pay. No wonder she's throwing another party. "

" She'll easily make the $300 back. She sells fucking drugs, she makes more than I do. " I mutter.

" Maybe try talking to her again? I mean, if it's bugging you that much, it's always worth another shot. Just don't piss her off this time. " Abby suggests, her eyes not tearing away from the medical anatomy book in her hands.

" She's pissed off by everything I do. I literally asked to borrow a pencil once and she told me to fuck off. " I sigh. " But I guess it's worth a shot. Are you guys seriously not bothered by the constant noise? "

Dina shrugs. " Not really. I mean, we live on party row. Of course people are going to throw parties all night. "

I just want some peace. At least like an hour.

I push myself up from my spot on our couch. I'll just try asking nicer.

Once again, I find myself wandering through Ellie's house trying to find her. Eventually my eyes land on the brunette. Her head is tossed back from laughter, her blunt loosely hanging out of her fingers. She's manspreading on the couch, a guy snorting what I assume is coke next to her.

Her eyes eventually find mine as she scans the room. A small smirk makes its' way onto her face. She breathes in another puff from her blunt before releasing it in my direction.

God, even through the smoke she's hot.

" Look who's here guys, the cockblocker. " Ellie teases. " What can I do for you, babe? "

My stomach tumbles from the pet name. I can't tell if it's from nerves or from excitement.

I ignore the feeling, trying to focus on the reason I came over here.

" I wanted to see if we could work out a deal. " I stand a few feet away from the brunette, my eyes not leaving hers.

Ellie's eyes break contact as they scan me up and down. " A deal? " She leans forward, her full attention on me. " What kind of deal? " her eyebrow cocks up in curiosity.

" The kind where we both end up happy. You get to throw your parties and I get a full nights' sleep. "

Ellie stands up, taking a step closer to me. The faint scent of cologne and weed fills my nostrils. " Go on. "

" I'll pay you 100 bucks a week to shut the parties down at 10. Please. "

" No. " Ellie's voice is cool.

I furrow my eyebrows. " No? " I was really hoping she'd take the deal. I mean, who doesn't want free fucking money. The only thing she'd have to do is shut down the party. " What? Um, fine. I can probably do like 10 bucks more. But barely, I'd have to pick up a few more shifts. I- "

Ellie interrupts me. " I don't want your money, Y/N. "

" Then what do you want? " I ask, desperation in my tone. " I can't stay up like this anymore. I've-I've tried earplugs, white nose, everything. Fuck I- "

" I want you to go out with me. "

Ellie's words surprise me.

I search her face for any sign of a joke.

Her expression is serious. Her eyes stare into mine. A glinter of what I think might be worry or nervousness shining at me.

" What? "

Ellie repeats the words. " I want you to go out with me. I'll stop the parties if you go out with me. " She shrugs, pulling the blunt up to her slightly chapped lips.

My eyebrows furrow. " But why? "

Ellie rolls her eyes, a smirk playing on her lips. " Because you clearly want to. Don't think I haven't noticed the way you check me out. Not that I have an issue, I think you're hot too. "

I feel heat burn against my cheeks. " I do not check you out. "

Ellie nods mockingly. " Sure you don't, babe. What I said still stands. If you go on a date with me, " She shrugs. " I'll stop the parties. "

" Completely? " I ask.

" Completely. " She confirms.

I'm silent for a minute. Ellie continues to look into my eyes, her confident exterior seeming to grow slightly less confident as the time goes on. She looks a little nervous. I've never seen her like this before.

" Fine. " I finally talk. " I'll go out with you. "

Relief flashes across Ellie's face. " Alright. " She grins. " Friday sound good? "

I nod. " Friday. "

Hopefully this is worth it.

Tag: @macaroni676

[wwwbestgoredotcom]

Plsss I needed moooore more doodle smutt i LOVVVED the other one 💕🫶🫶

New ideas

Warnings : smut, sex position "Nelson", nervousness, cussing, unprotected sex, overstimulation, squirting, afab anatomy, roughness

Genre : romance, smut

Characters included : Moe doodle(bop), afab\gn reader

Writing style : oneshot

A\n : I was angry so I did this hella late and anger turns into horny sooooo

He loved being intimate with you, he truly did. But he felt like he needed to spice things up sometimes ; bring new stuff to the bedroom. But he didn't want to scare you off or do something that might be out of your comfort zone. So he didn't try anything new.

But you felt the same way. Moe was more timid and "fragile" so your fears where way stronger. It wasn't like he was fragile, actually, he's sensitive ; gets overstimulated easily. But one night when you two were getting intimate, it all came out. Both of you told each other you wanted to try some things new that you found.

Moe was so much more relieved that you feel the same way compared to you. You let him go first to "show you what he'd learned".

"I just found some new positions and stuff," he dragged out. "Show me then," you said, massaging his unclothed thigh. You two we're already out of your clothes. He responded by just kissing you, roughly. "Get on me, back to me," he seemingly ordered, although he tried to make it less orderly like (which failed) but you didn't mind. You sat yourself at his lower stomach,your back to him, to where your cunt barley touched his already hard dick.

"There ya go," he said encouragingly. He sits up a bit, snaking his arms under your thighs. "Relax your legs for me, keep your hands on my chest and lean back," he said in a reassuring tone. He asked you if you were ready, like he always does, and pushed his dick into you once you confirmed you were. He brought his hands, which were still under your inner knees, to where they were resting on the back of your neck.

Your legs were resting against your boobs, Moe moved around a bit so you were both comfortable. Once you told him he could move, he started off fast, which you usually doesn't do. The new postion made it so his dick couldn't more of your sweet spots, which has you seeing stars. Because of the new position you weren't able to cover your mouth, so you let everything out. Thankfully you two were alone in the house.

Moe seemed to be enjoying it too. He bit down on your shoulder, and his legs shook more than usual. Both of you were sweating more than usual. "Shit! Fuck, baby! More, more, more, more," you practically screamed at him. He fixed his legs and started going faster and harder, causing your moans to be louder and louder.

Sooner or later you felt your orgasm coming, which you did warn him about. "I'm gonna-" you cut yourself off with the knot in your stomach finally bursting while your legs are still forced to be held open. But he didn't stop, not for a second. He did go slower for a couple seconds before going back to his usual speed.

Tears starting brimming in your eyes and your legs start to shake. Your voice cracked in the middle of moans multiple times. Moe brought a hand down to your clit, rubbing it at a speed to match his thrusting. Now instead of trying to close your legs, you opened them more, inviting him in. Drool escaped your mouth and down your chin as his thrusts and fingers got faster.

"Fuck Baby!" You screamed at you felt your second orgasm coming through. "Come wITh me- dear," he said, his voice cracking. His thrusts got sloppier but his fingers kept their pace. You came around him first, he slowly followed after. It was only when you looked down when you noticed the mess you made. "Damn that was hot" Moe said, breaking your thoughts. He hugged you, taking a not of how limp your body felt. "You're tired already?? That was only the first thing I figured out. And you better get ready because I learned how to last longer too, sweetcheeks," he flipped you around and kissed you and you, too overwhelmed to cringe at the pet name, kissed him back.

Needless to say, you two didn't sleep much that night.

Ohmeohmy

[silver-itallics]

Last Light

Warnings: canon typical violence, heavy angst, hurt no comfort, you guys will be mad at me

a/n: I was thinking about when Leigh mentioned in the saw commentary that someone wrote a monologue from Lawrence's point of view after leaving the bathroom and I wanted to write one for Adam

"I'm a liar?"

"I wouldn't lie to you."

Liar, lies. Seems like either way, Adam is getting screwed over.

He sits in the dark, dingy bathroom, his eyes still struggling to adjust. His throat is raw and aching from all the screaming and crying. Not even the hardest sex could have done that to him.

God, he's really gonna die having fucked one person.

All of his relationships were mediocre, even the platonic ones. Scott treated him like shit, the guy probably hasn't even noticed that he's gone.

Has anyone?

Lawrence is someone that would be noticed, he's got a wife and kids for fucks sake.

"I've got a family too, Lawrence! I don't talk to them anymore, that's my mistake. A mistake I'd like to fix."

One of the last things he remembers at the apartment is scribbling "Call mom?" On a crumpled post it and sticking it to the wall. The paper has probably fallen down by now. Forgotten.

Are his parents even looking for him?

Probably not. They probably haven't noticed either.

Everything that Adam does ends up screwing him in the end, just like this. But he can't really blame anyone but himself, can he? Not even $200 was worth being stuck in this bathroom. Doesn't even soften the fact that he'll probably be here forever.

The money was meant to go for his food. Not a camera, not developing fluid, not even that shiny new pokemon game Adam wanted. Food.

A necessity he barely even had.

"Why? Call it my need to eat."

He remembers snapping at Lawrence like it was the most obvious answer. But food is a luxury even Adam can't afford. The guy lives off of ramen noodles and sodas from the gas station. Sometimes he even wonders why he never gained any weight since he ate such shit.

His mom was never the greatest cook, but he'd take soggy meatloaf and unseasoned mashed potatoes any day.

At the thought, Adam's stomach rumbles. His guts ache from hunger, but he's not a stranger to it. That's usually how his day goes.

He can't even blame Jigsaw for trapping him here. But in all honesty, Adam has done so much self sabotaging, that he's probably done worse to himself than the man that left him here.

He's felt worse betrayal than when the dead man stood up, peeled the fake skin off his skull and left him here.

"Game over!"

Dead man. Adam squints in the darkness, trying to make out Zep's corpse. He's not even sure why. The first time he saw a dead body, or what he thought was one, he puked his guts out into the tub. Couldn't even keep down his latest meal.

He'll probably starve even quicker now.

The room smells like blood, and his fingers are sticky from the same substance. Not only is he a voyeur, he's a killer. Maybe his last girlfriend was right: he's too angry.

Adam isn't very good at anatomy, at least the human side of it. But he knows he broke through layers of skin and bone when he'd crushed through the hospital orderly's skull.

"It's the rules!"

Knowing now, he feels guilty. Awful, even. Guy probably had a family too, even if he was a bit of a creep. Where do you draw the line of deserving a family? What's so bad that you no longer are worthy of someone related by blood? Adam's probably the worst person to ask that.

He'd stormed out on his parents after a petty argument, an excuse to leave. One that he'd been wanting to have since he was seventeen. Somehow, he'd convinced himself that they wouldn't accept him, even if they let him drop out of high school and didn't even call the cops when he left. But was that tolerance or pure disinterest?

Maybe he's not a total waste of time, since his mom had called not long before he got his power knocked out the same way he was.

"Adam, your father's not angry anymore."

Lawrence had a home, a family. A good one, too. The pictures he saw of Diana and Alison made him crack a smile. At least before the one with them tied up. He shivers, probably both from disgust and blood loss.

His shoulder aches, oozing blood all over his shitty thrift store clothes. Adam understands why Doctor Gordon left. He has some place to go, people to welcome him home with open arms. Most places Adam went, he wasn't even noticed.

He kicks with his right foot in anger, the chain rattling as he does. The metal bites into his skin and the amount of pain he's in is just frustrating at this point. Adam screams, but his voice is raw and broken.

As much as he hopes the doctor will come back for him, at least he has half the brain to know that Lawrence probably won't make it. The man that he's had the first physical touch from in months is probably bleeding out in the sewers, and there's nothing he can do about it.

He doesn't even have a choice to cut off his foot like the doctor did. Sure, the blood loss will probably kill him, but Adam is sick of waiting around for something to happen. A job to drop, a phone call.

But he can't even do that.

The hacksaw he found in the toilet had snapped in half. A result of his ever consuming anger. Seems like everything he does leads back to that.

"I see a strange mix of someone who's angry, yet apathetic. But mostly just pathetic."

If Adam isn't angry at the world, he's angry with himself. He feels like a waste of space on the good days and a tumor on the face of the earth on the bad ones. At least with photography he felt like he had a purpose, even if it was supplying creeps and weirdos with material. He wasn't really helping anyone, was he? Even Tapp ended up dead.

But Lawrence helps people. Even if he thought the guy was initially a jerk, Adam admires him. Misses the man's blood stained hands as he cupped his cheeks.

"I wanted to be a vet."

That way, he'd benefit the world somehow. Even if he was pulling tennis balls out of dogs' throats or cleaning up puke every day. He'd much rather smell vomit, as he's getting quite sick of the coppery scent of blood.

"That's nonsense. I've seen kids with brain cancer graduate high school from a hospital bed."

"They got further than I ever did."

Adam has been pretty able bodied his whole life. While he'd consider it a nuisance that his body doesn't match up with his own view of himself, that's not a disability.

Maybe his parents wouldn't even mind, maybe they'd help him with the cost of surgery and injections. But he hadn't even told them. His parents barely know who he is. Adam barely knows himself.

"What do voyeurs see when they look in the mirror?"

Nothing. The answer is nothing.

He's like a leech, sucking the energy and luck out of everyone around him.

Now he's left to sit in his own grave- metaphorically and literally. He probably won't even have the luxury of being buried or cremated.

Hopefully someone will come around and put him out of his misery. Like a calf with two heads or a dog with rabies.

But until then, he's left to wait.