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luveline · 3 months

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i love dad au’s! what about kbd!steve feeling a little overwhelmed and accidentally snapping and it startles one of the girls? like dove walking in their bedroom when you’re trying to calm him down. love your work❤️

thank u for requesting!! mom!reader, 1.1k

A hard knock on the door startles you. You don’t think one of the girls could emit so much force, so you assume it to be your husband. “Yeah, babe, I’m getting dressed.”

“I need to talk to you.”

“Okay,” you say, not worried, but not not worried. Nobody ever likes hearing that phrase without a quick follow up. You pull your pants over damp legs and leave the towel around your shoulders to catch any run off, opening the door for Steve where he waits on the other side. He looks strange; he’s not smiling. You go to touch his face and he ducks away from your touch.

“Steve, what?” you ask, confused.

He peels away into the bedroom. You follow quickly. You want to close the door but think better of it —Dove is in her room with a faulty baby monitor.

“I need more help,” he says tightly.

“Okay. With what?”

“No, that’s the problem. I can’t keep telling you everything.”

He sounds so angry so suddenly, it isn’t like him. You fight the urge to be defensive, and then the want to cry, holding out one of your hands to him in the universal gesture for calm down. “Okay. I’m sorry. Just give me some leeway, okay? Because the thing that you’re mad about right now has been stewing with you for ages, but this is the first I’ve heard about it.”

He sits down hard on the end of the bed. You stand there for a few seconds, tense, but you really, really love him. You get down onto your knees and look up into his face, clasping your hand loosely around his ankle. “I’m sorry, H. Please don’t be angry with me yet.”

“I’m not angry with you, I just need more help this week and you haven’t noticed, and that pissed me off.”

“You think maybe I didn’t notice ‘cos I had all that stupid work stuff to do?” you ask gently. It takes more effort than you’d like to admit to be calm right now, but you’re trying because it’s you and Steve. He deserves your effort more than anyone else in the world, especially now that he’s telling you he needs it. “What do you want my help with, honey? I’ll only make you tell me once.”

“But why do I have to tell you once?” he asks.

“Because I’m busy too.”

He shakes his head. “That pisses me off, though. We’re both busy, we’re both struggling, but I’m the one who ends up picking up the slack.”

“I’m sure it feels that way for you,” you say, trying to be patient, pretty close to losing it, “but I’ve been doing a lot this week. I have.”

He looks disgusted for a moment, just a split second, and you’re so worried he’s aiming that disgust at you that you duck your chin, eyes clouding with hurt.

“Sorry,” he says. He covers his eyes with the back of his hand, pitch rising with emotion. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“Honey,” you murmur, rubbing his thigh. He curls into himself, and you might not see it often but you know what he looks like when he’s going to cry. “Sweetheart, please don’t be upset.”

“I’m being mean,” he says.

“No you’re not! You’re not being mean at all, you’re asking for help, and you’re telling me how you feel, that’s not mean, that’s the right thing to do, even if you’re angry.” You try to catch his gaze. “Hey, I’m sorry, okay? I know how much you do. I should’ve noticed, even if I’m busy. That’s not okay of me. I promise I’ll do better now you’ve told me. Won’t make you tell me again.”

He sighs as the first awful tear breaks from his lashes. “I think I’m really tired,” he says, half laugh and half sob.

You encourage him into a bendy hug. He’s boiling hot under your hands, sniffling as you rub a line up and down his back. “I’m sorry. It’s not fair that you feel like this. I’m supposed to look after you,” you murmur.

“I don’t even care that you’re not helping as much as I need you to,” he admits, “I’m just so tired.”

“Why don’t you lie down? You don’t have to suffer in silence, baby. You told me how you feel and now I’m gonna pull my socks up and take care of you.” He shudders with tears.

“Dad?” Dove asks worriedly.

She’s standing in the doorway with her empty bottle in her hand, which she drops.

Steve immediately wipes his face but it’s no use, she’s seen he’s upset already, and she doesn’t like the look of it. Her eyes fill with tears, staring at him in shock.

“Oh, Dove, don’t cry,” he says. His own surprise prompts another tear to roll down his cheek.

“Daddy,” she says, looking at you like you can fix it.

“Come here, dad,” you say showfully, pulling at his face as you reach up from your kneeling to kiss his damp cheeks. “Don’t be upset! Let me kiss it better.”

He cups the back of your neck and lets you kiss him all over. “Thank you, angel. Thank you, I feel better already.”

Your kisses are sincere, if a little for show. You wipe his cheeks dry with your thumbs as you go, and take a hand through his hair as you lean back. He gives you a sorry smile.

“Do you want to come and give him a kiss?” you ask from over your shoulder.

Dove walks into the arm you hold out for her and climbs into your lap, then Steve’s. He sniffles and holds her, misery in his frame but the relief of having your kid to squeeze clear. “Sorry, Dove, did dad worry you?” he asks in a murmur, lips near the top of her ear as he hugs her close. She’s small enough that his arm covers near the entirety of her back.

You pat his thigh. He reaches for your hand to hold.

“Crying,” she mumbles.

“Sorry. I was just tired.”

“You okay?” she asks, like he’d ask her.

“Yeah.” He threads your fingers together and leans away, smiling affectionately at Dove. She looks a lot like him when she smiles back, though you have to skew your head to see it. Same eyes, same dip in their top lip. “Mom kissed it better. Well, mostly. I just need, like, one more kiss, and then I will be perfect. Do you think so?”

She knows what he’s doing, laughing warmly as she leans in to kiss his cheek.

His eyes close as she ducks in, a small smile on his lips.

Man, you think. If Steve’s out of commission, I have so much laundry to do.

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naffeclipse · 10 months

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I don't know when I'll ever write this, but I've had this AU in the back of my mind ever since Bendy and the Dark Revival came out, and it's best to get it out of my head before it festers and rots.

More or less, it's BatDR and the DCA smashed into one. The premise is that you are an animator at Fazbear Studios and Sun and Moon are humans who go by Cyrus and Mani respectively, employed as voice actors. (First AU with human Sun and Moon whoo! don't get attached though) Vanessa is a janitor who is a bit odd, mostly keeping to herself though sometimes you feel like she's starting at your back when you're alone.

Cyrus and Mani perform as extras in the Fazbear cartoon, adding supporting voices for side characters and miscellaneous lines. Cyrus often supplies humorous, wacky, and surreal voices to his performances. Mani tends to get villainous or spooky characters with his deeper, raspier voice. They both enjoy what they do and love that they can work together as brothers.

You can't help but notice Cyrus and Mani. You admire their skill, their passion, and their smiles, and you sometimes even work up the courage to wave at Cyrus or Mani whenever one of the brothers happens to pass by your work desk.

They inspire you—not just with their work, but with their small acts of care. You find coffee on your desk when you return from a meeting with the other animators with a little smiling sun doodled on the cup. Sometimes, Cyrus asks you to join him on a walk since it's your lunch break and you could really use some sunshine and a chance to stretch your legs. When it gets far too late and you're burning the midnight oil, Mani is somehow always there, doing a funny voice to surprise you with a little reminder that it's past your bedtime. He leaves you little treats in blue wrappers, hidden in places on your desk, among your ink and papers.

It's not a surprise that you start drawing a character for them in your rare off hours when you still have the energy to hold a pencil. The Fazbear cartoon could add a new, permanent character. A robotic jester, lanky and tall, but with two forms for the day and night, funny and sweet and mischievous. Cyrus and Mani could both voice him!

That's silly, however. Fazbear Studios does not want your chaotic and half-brained scribbles nor do you dare show the brothers what they inspired—they might hate it. You keep your little jester character tucked away, along with a small doodle of a minor, nobody, gray character who may or may not be a tag along to the main act that is the jester. Your sketches and concept art are hidden away, far from where the light of day or the shine of night will ever see.

It goes missing one day. You're upset and asking everyone who went through your desk. No one confesses. Cyrus tells you that it'll be okay, he'll help you find it. Mani suggests that you keep locks on your drawers from now on.

It's never found, not that you wanted either of them to stumble upon it. Yet, they stay late with you after everyone has gone home, looking for your precious and secretive sketchbook through the many departments of the studio.

Somewhere along the way, Cyrus disappears, promising to return with your sketchbook. You lose Mani in the audio department before, oh, there's Vanessa. She tells you to come to the basement with her—she found your notebook. You're relieved but a little put off by Vanessa and reluctantly follow her down into the dark.

You don't find your sketchbook, but you do find Cyrus slumped against the wall, blood trickling down his temple, and a strange collection of shrines to one of the studio's cartoon characters.

Before you can rush to his side, pain explodes in your skull, cracking white across your vision. You fall to the ground, dazed, as Vanessa gives a cryptic promise to return with the last sacrifice. You manage to crawl across the floor in your pitiful state to reach Cyrus and attempt to revive him, but by then, Mani is walking in. His shock overtakes him but he dodges a swipe of Vanessa's wrench and starts struggling against her. You try desperately to drag Cyrus somewhere safe as he murmurs for you to get out of here, but in the middle of Vanessa's and Mani's fight, she flips a switch and ink begins filling the room.

The black flood sweeps Cyrus away from you. Pages spill out from the inside of Vanessa's vest, dozens of sketches of your jester character. You cry out. Mani looks to you. Vanessa at last shoves Mani into the surge of onyx liquid beside Cyrus, and you watch both of them go under together. You scream their names. She turns to you, grinning.

The last thing you remember is Vanessa shoving your head into the ink.

Then it's the only thing you remember. You're vaguely aware that your jet-black hands are strange and shiny, and that you don't know where you are in this sepia-colored studio, but you know something's not right. You're missing someone, and someone else. You're scared.

You wander around for a bit until you're attacked by monsters emerging from the ink, shrieking and wailing in gluey dark forms until a wonderful and terrifying automaton arrives. He destroys such a creature about to tear you apart. He stands so tall, detailed with sharp teeth and even sharper sun rays around his large, flat face, but you think you recognize those yellow eyes—a living cartoon.

He helps you calm down and asks for your name in a loud and funny voice that rings like a bell in your mind but you can't name the tune. You don't remember your name. He doesn't remember his either. He leads you away from the harsher spaces of the studio, somewhere 'safer'. You don't know if there is anything as safe, but you feel better with him.

You're startled when after a time, in the middle of talking to this sunshine character, he melts and morphs and bubbles until a crescent moon face emerges and a new grin. You panic before a darker, raspier voice, like a cartoon villain, tells you it's alright. He's here, too. He's not sure what's going on but he, and the other 'him', and you are gonna make it out of here, somehow.

You don't have hope anywhere else but in this unique robot jester, and he seems to want you to stay close to him. So it's you two, the last sane partnership in the crazed and dripping studios, fighting off ink creatures and surviving other bizarre characters. You learn how to wield a gent pipe and the jester is strong on his own, often able to tear things apart or toss monsters off of you before they can do worse. He has claws and teeth and he uses them well.

Vanny is a lady rabbit and a constant threat. She's smart and cunning, unlike the other mostly senseless attackers. She keeps tracking the two of you down and spouting off the religious rhetoric of Inktrap, promising that your sacrifices will be well worth the pain. You had to be introduced to the cycle. The ink has corrupted you perfectly. You are part of this place. You are never leaving and will give in to Inktrap.

You and he avoid Inktrap at all costs. You've only caught glimpses of the shadowy, pitch-black beast, but that's all you need to see as you both hide and hold your breaths until the danger just barely passes by.

You start to call the daytime jester Sun, and he seems to respond to it. The nighttime joker is Moon, and he neither hates nor loves it, but he answers when you call. He has a name for you, too, or rather names. Peach, bird, thrill, calico, and sweetheart. He gets creative and goofy. You think he's being mean sometimes but he tells you he's not, he means it, and you don't know how to take that before you two have to focus on escaping this part of the studio and getting into safer areas. You protect his back and he protects yours, and together, you make this living, unending nightmare bearable. Sharing bacon soup, falling asleep in Moon's lap, and patching up any drips in Sun's inky form becomes something like a life.

It just never stops, repeating over and over. The jester deserves better than this, whatever happened to him. You know you both do.

You become determined to learn how the cycle works and how to prevent it from going on. There's a funny feeling you have that, somehow, you're going to have to go through Vanny and the Inkdemon. One day, you will get the jester and yourself free.

You need to see his and your happy ending.

#sidenote: cyrus is pronounced cy-rus and mani is pronounced mah-ni not manny #also their last name is Sterle but i don't know if that would ever come up #sorry that's all i'm gonna put here as a sort of summary #there's a dramatic ending with the jester saving your life but it comes at a price of merging with inktrap #and that's when eclipse comes out to play #but despite looking as terrifying as he is now and fighting for control #he still loves you! (whoops he wasn't supposed to say that last part out loud)#The Jester and the Tagalong #bendy and the dark revival FNAF AU #this goes out to wynnibee for reminding me this was buried in my drafts!

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skz317cb97 · 1 year

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Work it Out

Bang Chan x Female reader

Word count: 3.1k (DRABBLES I TELL YOU!)

Synopsis: Chan asks you to come check out the new pilates machines the guys just got but poor Channie is not very bendy, unlike you.

A/N: Look.... I dunno I have no excuse I hope you enjoy regardless! If you do please reblog, comment, slide into my asks, like, feedback is the ultimate motivation! As always warnings and smut below the cut! 4/8

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! Cursing/strong language, oral (f receiving), overstimulation/forced orgasm, squirting, unprotected piv sex (please use protection always but ESPECIALLY if you have multiple partners!), cum shot, cum eating, rimming, lots of dirty talking, alluding to having unprotected anal sex and cream pie, praise, pet names (baby, of course baby girl), rough sex, slight dumification, spit play (a little), I think that's it, there's a lot in this so if I missed something please do let me know so I can add it!

After Jisung made you cum three times on his tongue, which is not an easy feat to do, he helped you try to not look quite so fucked out when you were getting ready to leave. You went to walk out of the studio so Jisung could get back to work and he gently grabbed your wrist and stopped you.

“Are you... are we...” He looked so worried. You smiled and hugged Jisung then pecked his lips and took a line from Minho’s book.

“Don’t think too much okay? We’re two friends that wanted to screw around and so we did. Did you like it?” Jisung let out a deep breath and laughed.

“Fuck yes!” You smiled sweetly at him.

“Good I did too, maybe we can do it again some time.” Jisung seemed much calmer seeing you so relaxed and after hearing you say that.

“Absolutely!” He said, his smile beaming.

“Good now I’ll see you this Monday for board game night. Tell Seungmin I said no Monopoly it makes Felix sad when he has to go to jail.” You pecked his lips one more time and left the studio. The Monday night game night ended up being chaos as usual. Since Seungmin couldn’t pick Monopoly he picked Life instead and when Felix lost his job and got a lawsuit he started to get those big sparkly anime eyes. You made a mental note to remind yourself to put salt in Seungmin’s next cup of coffee for making Yongbok sad. Chan who was sitting next to you during the board game, leaned over and whispered.

“Don’t put salt in Seungmin’s coffee...” You giggled a little and whispered back.

“How did you-” Chan laughed and his eyes scrunched up.

“It’s practically written on your face. He found a loophole fair and square.” You pressed your lips together.

“I’m not convinced. What about mayo in a donut?” Chan shook his head no.

“Toothpaste in his orange juice?” Chan cringed.

“Remind me never to make you mad.” You laughed.

“Oh yea! I almost forgot! We got a couple new pilates machines set up in the workout room now. Haven’t got to use them yet why don’t you come over tomorrow and we can check em out!”

“Sounds good to me!” You looked over at Seungmin who was smirking as his eyes were zeroed in on poor Felix just as he realized he was getting divorced in the game. You leaned over to Chan and whispered again.

“Oh that’s it me and Felix are baking him a batch of salted cookies together.” Chan laughed and shook his head.

The next day you met Chan to do pilates as discussed. When Chan answered the door and saw you he lagged for a second. You were standing there in a sports bra and spandex shorts, hair pulled back, water bottle in hand. Chan of course was in his signature shorts and tank top with a pair of under armor leggings underneath in addition. He quickly caught up with his brain and moved aside to let you in.

“Hey y/n! You ready?” You walked in bouncing on your toes.

“Oh yea already did some stretching. I’m loosey goosey.” You bent over and touched your toes. Chan cleared his throat and tried to not look at your full round ass, unsuccessfully. You popped back up and so did Chan’s eyes.

“So let’s check these things out. Maybe you’ll be able to bend a little easier with the machine’s help.” Chan nodded.

“Maybe I guess we’ll see.” He led you to the room they designated for the gym equipment and when you walked in there were two pilates reformers set up right next to each other. You ran over to the first one.

“Okay it’s super cool that you guys have these. Let's get going Channie boy, hop on.” Chan raised his eyebrow at you and you rolled your eyes but giggled.

“Get your head out of the gutter and get on your machine.” He laughed and his dimples appeared as he got onto the machine next to yours. You started with a few simple exercises first and Chan seemed to be keeping up okay. You tried one a bit harder and you could hear Chan starting to grunt, which did things to your body at the most inappropriate of times. You pushed those thoughts and feelings down and moved into another position that really bent and stretched you out. Chan screamed out dramatically in pain and let go flopping down on the machine.

“Oh come on Channie we just started.” You stretched into the pose deeper. He was red and sweaty and the veins on his neck and arms were popping. Focus.

“No way I can’t do that, I’m not bendy. I’ll just help you. You can spot me on weights later.” Chan winked at you and you felt your body betray you and flush again. Chan looked you over in your position.

“Wow you’re really bendy!” You again tried to pull yourself together and started the next exercise. Chan placed his hand on your leg and helped you stretch and lean into the new pose while keeping you steady. His hand gently squeezed the soft flesh it held onto as your leg came back down.

“I saw this really good stretch for your adductors. Move and get on like this.” He guided you to lay on your back, hips at the edge of the carriage, legs up, and bent at the knee. Then he grabbed the pully straps and helped you place your feet in them.

“There now push into the straps on your feet.” You did. You grunted and you could feel the muscles of your inner thighs contract. You relaxed back into the resting position which you couldn’t lie didn’t leave much to the imagination with your shorts on, you just hoped they weren’t wet with all that moaning and groaning Chan was doing earlier. Suddenly Chan stepped over the side rail of the machine and was between your legs. He put his hands on the insides of your thighs and your whole body buzzed.

“Push again.” You pressed into the pully straps and felt Chan squeeze as your thighs tightened.

“You feel that?” His voice was an octave lower. You blushed and nodded, a little sweat starting to bead on your forehead. You relaxed and slid back into your original position and Chan’s crotch was perfectly lined up with yours. His hands slid from the insides of your thighs to the outsides and started massaging up and down, getting dangerously close to your ass each time.

“I need to tell you something but I need to preface this something by first saying I’m not just a pervert or anything.” You scrunched up your face and looked at the position you were in and then him.

“Yea okay but seriously.” You laughed and nodded.

“Okay let the record reflect that Chan is in fact not just a pervert.” He shook his head and rolled his eyes.

“Just tell me what you need to tell me Channie.”

“Okay so I was going through unnamed files on the computer at the studio and I came across one that was really long, which was weird. So I put my headphones in and clicked it and... well... it seems as though Jisung accidently hit studio record when you guys were uh...” Chan did not even need to finish the sentence you knew exactly what he was going to say.

“Oh my fucking god you heard us!?” Your head thunked down on the carriage and your hands covered your eyes. Chan kept rubbing your thighs trying to reassure you.

“No all of it! Well at least not at first.” You looked through your fingers as Chan stood nervously between your legs.

“What do you mean not at first?” Chan bit at his plump bottom lip.

“Well I went to click it off right? And I accidently skipped ahead and maybe might have heard your moaning.” You looked at him waiting for the rest of his explanation.

“So you know I turned it off quickly after that but your moaning was echoing in my head after hearing it through my headphones. I’m not proud but I clicked it back on and listened to Jisung eat you out. Your moans were so fucking pretty and my dick has been rock hard every time I’m around you since and I just really want to taste your pussy and fuck you right on this machine, make you moan like that for me. Make you scream for me.” He slid his hands down your thighs again but this time he gripped your ass by the handful. You would be a bold-faced liar if you said your cunt didn’t clench and gush hearing Chan say those words and grabbing you. If your shorts weren’t ruined before they definitely were now. You were apprehensive regardless of how your body was reacting.

“Chan I... I have to be honest Jisung isn’t the only one of the guys that I’ve... well... done stuff with...” Chan nodded.

“I know baby girl you were with Minho.”

“And Changbin.”

“Oh.” You looked away embarrassed and covered your face not wanting to see how Chan was surely looking at you, waiting for the disgust and slut shaming that was sure to come. You had fucked or sucked three of his friends and now look at you, dripping and clenching for him. Chan leaned over you and pulled your hands away.

“Hey, I don’t care if you’ve messed around with them. That’s none of my business. My business is here between these sexy legs.” Chan palmed and rubbed your pussy with his whole hand over your tight shorts and you let out a choked moan.

“Should I stop?” You should say yes. You definitely shouldn’t be fucking a fourth friend but your brain wasn’t making the decicisons anymore.

“No...” You said breathy as he pressed his fingers harder against your cunt rubbing you up and down slowly.

“Don’t stop Channie.” He hummed and smiled.

“You gonna let me eat that pretty pussy?” You nodded as you started panting.

“Yes Channie.”

“Mhm... you gonna let me fuck your tight little hole on this machine yea?” Your shorts were completely soaked with your juices as Chan rubbed your whole pussy faster.

“Mmmm! YES CHANNIE! Want you to fuck me so hard on this!” Chan knelt down in front of your wet shorts he gripped the seam of them and ripped them apart exposing your perfect glazed cunt.

“So fucking pretty, god damn baby girl, such a pretty little pussy. Needs cleaned though.” Chan’s tongue swiped through your folds.

“Taste so sweet, sweet little cunt, gonna eat it so good.” Chan hooked his arms around your legs that were still suspended in the pully straps and started to go crazy on your pussy. Licking sucking slurping, he’d stop long enough to spred your pussy lips and spit on your cunt before rubbing it all over your clit hard and then diving back in and slurping on you more. You could feel his saliva and your arousal dripping down your ass. Chan’s tongue swiped lower collecting your juices and his spit and when his tongue gently brushed against your asshole you clenched hard. Chan’s grip around your thighs tightened.

“You like how it feels when I lick your ass baby girl? Want me to eat that too you pretty little thing? Come here give me that tight little hole.” Chan let go of your legs and pushed your thighs back so your asshole and pussy were easily accessible. Chan spit on your sensitive pussy then on your asshole and started gently teasing it with the tip of his tongue. He was eye level with your cunt and saw how hard you clenched when he teased it. It egged him on and he started eating your ass with enthusiasm, licking a broad stripe from hole to clit from time to time, sucking on the sensitive bundle of nerves before tonguing your ass again. Chan’s fingers started teasing your clit as he continued to circle his tongue around your asshole and you came so hard you were screaming Chan’s name, thankful none of the other guys were home.

“CHAN OH FUCK... CH-CHANNIE FUCK FUCK YES!” Both of your hands rested on Chan’s head and pushed his face against your ass and pussy harder. He fucking loved it he wrapped his arms around your legs again and was ravenous the way he continued to push you through your orgasm into overstimulation.

“CHAN FUCK CHAN F- YOU GOTTA ST-FUCK GOTTA STOP!” He only hummed shaking his head no. He was hell bent on making you cum again. He slid two fingers inside of you and started pumping them deep and hard as he drank everything your dripping cunt gave him. He stopped eating your pussy long enough to coach and praise you.

“Such a good girl, don’t squirm now baby girl fuck so good, taste amazing, can’t get enough of eating you. Want you to cum for me again baby girl, want you to squirt on my face.” He started sucking on your clit hard, pumping his fingers into you with precision hitting that detonate button inside you over and over again. He hummed as he sucked hard on your clit and you were glad your feet were in those straps. Your body contorted, your back arching as you came as hard as you ever had and started squirting. Chan finger fucked you harder slurping at your juices until your legs trembled in the straps. Finally Chan pulled off of you. You laid there chest heaving up and down legs shaking still being held up by the pully straps. Chan stood up, whipped his shirt off and wiped his face before tossing it then dropping his shorts, pants, and briefs all at once. He leaned over you and you could feel his warm hard cock press against your extremely sensitive cunt. He grabbed your sports bra and ripped it apart freeing your breasts which he immediately started sucking on as he continued to rub his throbbing cock against your slick folds making you twitch and shudder. He squeezed your tits and pushed them together. You laid there still in a haze from the mind-blowing orgasms.

“Condom baby girl?” You just shook your head side to side.

“B-I’m on... I’m on birth control.” Chan bit his bottom lip so hard he drew blood.

“You’re gonna let me fuck you raw baby girl?” You took another deep breath still trying to come down and nodded.

Chan grabbed his cock and lined it up with your drenched hole.

“Such a good girl letting me take her hole raw. I’m gonna fuck you so hard and then I’m gonna cum all over your cute fucked out little cunt.” You nodded and Chan slid his cock in and bottomed out in you immedetly.

“CHANNIE!” He cooed at you.

“I know baby I know shh shh, I said I’m gonna fuck your pretty little pussy hard and I’m going to fuck you hard.” He held onto your hips and started fucking you hard and deep, his hips slapping into your plump ass over and over as he railed you on the new pilates machine.

“Tell me baby girl how’s that feel huh? You like the way my cock feels raw inside you?” You nodded babbling back to him unable to control the level of your voice and shouting.

“Raw! YES RAW! Fuck me raw Channie! SO FUCKING GOOD CHANNIE! CH-CHANNIE I’M GONNA...” Your orgasm came out of nowhere as you continued to scream Chan’s name over and over.

“God fuck yes squeeze my cock baby, cum all over it. I’m not done with you yet baby keep going.” He started teasing your clit and electricity buzzed through your whole body. The grunt that came from you was guttural as Chan pushed you past overstimulation again.

“Can- ca-can't Channie fuck fuck I can’t.” Chan pushed sweaty fly aways out of your face and made you look at him.

“You’re gonna.” With that Chan gripped your hips and started fucking you just as hard as he had been before. You laid there limp on that machine letting it hold your legs up for you at that point as Chan absolutely punished your pussy with his cock.

“Next time you’re gonna let me fuck that tight little ass yea? Give me that little hole? FUCK have you ever been fucked in your ass baby girl?” You shook your head no unable to speak.

“Oh you’ll be so tight baby I’d blow so fast, then watch you squeeze out my cum OH FUCK! You’d let me fuck your ass raw too right baby girl. Pump my cum deep in your ass and make you squeeze it back out.” Your whole body moved with his relentless thrusts, you nodded again. Chan spit on your pussy and then took four fingers and started rubbing them firmly and quickly over your clit as his cock filled you again and again, his spit and your juices dripping down his dick, your legs and ass. He rubbed your pussy as he fucked it hard and you started to squirt again. The moan that came from you turned into a whine and then just heavy breaths. Your cunt tried to force Chan’s cock out as you came hard but he held on to the base and kept shoving himself in deeper, again and again as your cum kept squirting out of you with each thrust. You were twitching, legs shaking, pulling at your hair and breasts. Chan’s hips started to falter. He pulled out his cock and started stroking it fast and hard right over your dripping swollen pussy.

“Gonna paint this pretty cunt white... FUCK! Watch me cum on you baby, watch now watch me cum!” When you forced yourself to lift your head just to watch Chan cum on you he moaned and his cock twitched in his hand and he started coming. Stripes of his hot seed shot across your tummy and pussy lips and started to drip, Chan kept stroking his cock fast as more cum streaked across your slit and dripped down. He held on to his cock tightly and walked over by your face, presenting his it to you.

“Suck it baby girl, get it all.” He put the tip of his dick in your mouth as you laid there completely fucked out again. You gently sucked on it collecting his taste and swallowing it.” Chan rubbed the tip of his cock across your pouty lips twitching and shuddering from his own overstimulation. You ran your fingers through the cum on your tummy and licked it off prompting Chan to run his fingers through your sensitive cunt and collect more before shoving three fingers in your mouth and making you suck them clean.

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“Come on, let’s go shower. Wanna see you wash that pussy real good for me and I’ll let you eat all my cum you want baby girl.”

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necromancer-mango · 1 year

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[start image description: Digital drawings of various poses on multiple pages. There is some text on the pages. In the first page the text reads: "Spend a lot of time looking at how people stand. Observe yourself to avoid stiffness, curve the body the body/shift hips and posture of the spine. Arms can break up lines." The second page's text reads: "More focused. More open/relaxed. Very relaxed/sleepy. Foot skids in, tilt for speed. Changes to spacing of leg without changing anything else alters feeling. Consider what you want to convey through posture." The third page’s text reads: "Firm pose, weight on this leg. Same pose but body is angled. Less firm, looks cocky. Weight on this leg. Not very bendy (body straight), but angle gives attitude. Angle body plus adjust perspective can make it pop. Focus is on the upper body (especially arms and face)." The fourth page’s text reads: "Big curves, big movement, big emotion. If something is mostly straight, pop something out so it doesn't look stiff. Arm pops out, spine and leg. Looks down, can be calm or uncertain. Body droops, pops out. Weight." The fifth page has no text, rather there are multiple sitting poses on a page. The sixth page’s text reads: "Dramatic poses can be derived from dance, sports, fashion poses, et cetera. Leg pops up, push down on this leg. Extend! pops out. Weight still here." The seventh page’s text reads: "Position draws attention to certain body parts. You want to guide the eye. Foreshortening can be a curve. Interesting bits: head and hands position (torso is the rigid part due to position)." The eighth page’s text reads: "Extra examples." /end image description]

Body poses! Trying to make this was actually kind of difficult. I struggled trying to articulate how I placed people in spaces considering quite a bit of it is intuitive at this point. This guide’s focus is less about anatomy and more about flow and bodies in various positions and amount of motion. Sometimes the most difficult ones are the relaxed ones, mostly because it is subtle and can quickly become stiff. Hopefully this can be of some use. I think another thing that might help with positioning the body is to work on conveying physicality of the person in the image (how the flesh squishes and rests in contact with other things). I also spend time looking at other art as well as other bodies. Looking at bodies (including yourself as a reference) can really be done anywhere in any circumstance. For example, I did 6 yrs of musical theater with 2 of those 6 years doing tap. Staring at other people plus yourself when learning and practicing how to dance increases your awareness of your body position with others. This awareness can be utilized in other things outside of dance, as can be seen with how I place bodies.

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midnightfire830 · 6 months

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This was a drawing I intended to make for Halloween. I have up after the line art because of lack of motivation unfortunately. So here’s just a late unfinished work!

Felix is a mummy, Alice a demon, Mug’s a vampire, Cala a pirate, Cuphead a werewolf, Holly a witch, Bendy an angel, and Boris is red riding hood.

WEEEEEEEEEE ART BLOOOOOOOOCCCCKKKKKK!!!!!

#babtqftim #bendy and boris in the inky mystery #babitim #bendy and boris the quest for the ink machine #cuphead #digital art #babtqftim au #drawing #sketch #original art #quest art #the inky mystery #inky mystery #halloween #Halloween drawing #belated art #god im so tired

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useless-catalanfacts · 6 months

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La Pedrera. Photos from Ajuntament de Barcelona and La Pedrera.

Nowadays, la Pedrera is one of the most famous building in Barcelona, Catalonia. It's one of the most emblematic buildings in the Catalan Modernism style, and has been declared part of the UNESCO World Heritage Site "Works of Antoni Gaudí".

But it hasn't always been recognised as good architecture, all the opposite! In fact, take a look at its name: it's technically called Casa Milà (house of the Milà family), but locals always call it "la Pedrera", which means "the quarry" in the Catalan language. When it was built, in 1910, Barcelonians thought it looked like an ugly piece of stone-y quarry mountain in the middle of the city.

But that's not the only thing that they thought it looked like. Let's see some parodies that were published at the time:

In 1909, the popular magazine Cu-Cut! published this vignette of a mother and a son walking in front of the house, when the child asks his mom "was there also an earthquake here?". This is a reference to an earthquake that happened in Sicily the previous month, and to the house's bendy shapes that look like it was shaken.

In 1925, the children's magazine En Patufet also joined in, with a vignette where the owner realises he can't hang up curtains* on this windows.

*Note: I'm using the translation "curtains" as a simplification so that English speakers without a detailed knowledge of Catalan culture can understand the joke. The vignette actually uses the word "domàs", meaning a decorative textile that is hanged from balconies during holidays.

In 1910, Cu-cut! compared it to a mona, the cake that Catalans eat on Easter Monday, by drawing a vignette where a child says "Daddy, daddy, I want a mona as big as this one!".

Three times did the magazine El Diluvio mock this building.

First, in 1910, they called it a "Medieval architecture model, between burrow and burial, that I don't quite dislike". It described its future in the following way: "the round gaps in the façade have become dark holes where all kinds of vermin come in and out: crocodiles and rats, but also snakes, hedgehogs, owls, sea monsters... Two undulating lines wrap up the building, which stands in front of an absolutely black sky. Above it, in the rooftop, the chimneys, the air vents and the stairs' endings have stopped being whipped cream mountains to become sinister piles of skulls."

In 1911, El Diluvio striked again, comparing the building's cast iron handrails to a fish stand. Their illustration had Casa Milà with a sign saying "cod entrails sold here!".

And lastly, it made fun of the controversial statue of Our Lady of the Rosary that was supposed to go on top. The Milà family in the end decided not to place the statue (some say because they didn't like how the sculptor made it, some say it's because they were scared of having a religious symbol after the 1909 anti-clerical riots) but the architect Gaudí, who was a very religious man, insisted on having it. This caused the Milàs and Gaudí to argue, which the magazine represents with a caricature of Mr. Milà wearing a Tarzan-like loincloth and branding a whip fighting against Gaudí wearing a pith helmet, grabbing him by the hair and hitting him with a hammer. The text under the image translates to "Will the Virgin Mary stand on top of the peculiar monument? Who will win, Gaudí or Milà?".

In 1912, the popular magazine L'Esquella de la Torratxa imagined that this extravagant futuristic building could only be a garage for parking airship and air-planes. This satirical drawing is titled "Future Barcelona. The true destiny of the Milà and Pi house". (Milà and Pi were the owners of this building).

The text that accompanied this illustration wondered if this building is the Wagnerian Valhalla, an anti-aircraft defense for the Moroccan War, or a hangar for zeppelins.

What do you think? Was the banter justified?

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skemford · 7 months

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Decided to refresh my knowledge of bendy protagonists personalities/quirks and i can say that i forget how distant canon Audrey is from fanon one sometimes

Here's relatively short list with Audrey character analysis+random tibbits (environmental/gameplay/voice lines)

(I'll appreciate if someone will interact+most of it is under the cut!)

1. Her workplace is an unorganized mess

On the right side: a couple of empty teacups, empty paper sheets, unopened envelope, books/notebooks, a toy ball and keys in the middle of the desk, storyboards that are UNRELATED to what she was working on;

On the left side: donut that she kept close to her elbow & storyboards while she was drawing + to-do list for a day

There's no WAY she'll be able to keep anything tidy. If you hc her and Bendy to have a familiar bond post game, she'll be as messy if not messier. Her home might be a wreck.

2. She easily distracts

- Audrey is working overtime and claims that she has "only eight hundred more frames to go" until the next deadline

But was she actually *actively* working?

She has unrelated items on her desk (listed above) and jumps on the first opportunity to get a coffee.

If she really did wanted to have a drink, she literally has a soda machine close to her office doors.

Some brands of soda do have caffeine in them, right? Getting a coffee looks more like an excuse for a walk.

Bonus point: if you'll stay in her office without getting up (for 15 minutes), she'll acknowledge that she has no time to waste and will return to work instead.

- "Well, the coffee's good and all. But this work's gotta get done"

Worth to acknowledge: this girl has "employee of the month" award and some kind of animation award (boris statue) in her office .

Does she stays overtime everyday to finish something? Or other Archgate employees are even worse at their jobs, somehow?

3. She uses dry sarcasm or makes jokes a lot

Honestly, it happens really often and should be brought up in fan content more imo.

Due to the images limit i can't put a lot of examples with screnshoots but I'll quote some of them.

- "i think you and i have very different definitions of alright" (toward Allison)

- "Looks like he's having a bad day" (about dead lost one with the gent pipe)

- "Ok! Yeah! And that totally makes sense" (reaction to an easter egg)

- "That's one leap of faith i definitely won't make" (about the pit in animation alley)

4. Audrey gets defensive when someone starts to talk over her or when she feels overwhelmed

Audrey either will deny what was said or will acknowledge it by being sarcastic

Prominent example of this is her reaction to Memory!Joey at the hotel:

- "Oh,now you knew my father. Well, newsflash! I didn't even knew my father...or my mother. Or anyone else in my family" (after Joey says that she has "adventurous spirit of her father")

- "What? Are you crazy?... Who do you think you are?" (after the reveal of her being created by the ink machine)

+ Similar behaviour can be seen in her short interaction with Twisted Alice (Susie).

Audrey prefers to keep conversation equal between both sides and when it fails to work, she'll either stay silent or will express frustration (which can be seen with her replying "no" to Twisted Alice and not saying anything afterwards)

5. She seems to trust Allison enough to be vulnerable around her

After leaving the spider lair, she'll try to reach to Allison through the speakers

- "Alice? Are... you there?... Alice!"

She'll acknowledge that she feels scared and after Allison won't sound reassuring enough, Audrey's hand will be visibly shaking.

Allison is the only character Audrey has opened to; you'll never see her being that vulnerable with anyone else

(She is honest with Henry but not on this level)

It makes me wish they had more interactions; Allison for sure was really important in early development of the game.

6. She's blunt

Through the game Audrey is a type of person who says whatever is on her mind without hiding her intentions too much.

She's emotional and rarely thinks twice (most of her decisions are impulsive or sometimes irrational) which reflects on the way she talks.

It's often slips out through sarcasm when she gets defensive/tries to cope but it's also happens in relatively safe environment (for example, when she talks with Betty):

- "Are you...very old?" (Wilson's mansion, bedroom)

This one liner is the most random question you can say to a stranger; I doubt it was very well thought out from her side

7. Audrey easily trusts people which makes her easy to manipulate

I couldn't skip this one.

When Wilson has created a story about his "poor lost father" as a bait and Audrey did believed in this, there are multiple reasons for "why"

This either could come from her being "goodhearted" or the circumstances being used against her

- She went through whole "father trauma" in one day without being able to process anything & get proper answers:

An idea of "saving" another father (Nathan Arch) who she could've knew more than her own father (Nathan says in one tape that he meet young animators at least once) could've hit her really close to home

- Audrey never actually got a real answer on how to leave the cycle, teaming up with Wilson (who was able to enter and leave) could've looked like the only one way back

(I do acknowledge that writing in DR could've been better at places but if you do think about it in this way,it makes sense)

7.1. She is empathetic

I think that this part says everything for itself and it doesn't need to be explained. Thought, she's the one who decide if someone deserves it.

- She felt bad for hurting Bendy on accident & apologized when she was able to

- When she met Allison for the last time, she "gave" her this name, remembering that she doesn't like to be called 'Alice'

- At the end of the game she wants to try to make the cycle better for everyone.

Twisted Alice (Susie) was included which means that Audrey doesn't hold grudges against her (even with the latest one wanting to kill her previously)

8. Audrey puts her arm through an ink container without hesitation or any side thoughts

IT IS a game mechanic and lore wise you can relate it to her being an ink creature

But honestly? It's in character for Audrey.

We're talking about someone who decided to go to great lengths to catch an aquarium fish (that's kept as a pet) and wanted to use it...for a recipe.

8.1. She doesn't mind eating out of trashcans

If you think that wanting to use someone's pet for a recipe is too weird, you're actually wrong. But eating out of trashcan (when you have other options) may be.

Thought, she drives a line on a food that has flies or other insects on it (like "chocolate cake")...i guess in other cases, it's fine to her.

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Trivial things:

- Bendy seems to be her favourite cartoon character.

She calls him "little guy" in prologue and keeps close to her storyboards where he's the main character:

In the cycle, she acts joyful when she first stumbles upon the real deal.

- She loves chocolate donuts

- Audrey uses dark eyeshadows (can be seen only in prologue custscene. It's hard to notice at first)

- Her breakfast from to-do list are toasts

- She has abstract Bendy painting in her office

- It can be speculated that she's uncomfortable with being touched (or with someone being physically close), unless, she's the one who initiates it

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kitasgloves · 3 months

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heartbeat

— ♬ "I wanted you to know that I'm ready to go, heartbeat, my heartbeat. I wanted you to know that whenever you come around, I can't speak, I can't speak"

— ♬ NSFW, MINORS DNI, fem reader, angst-ish, mentions of cheating, no beta

— ♬ hbd Sunarin, my fav bendy bitch <3

Introductions are mostly memorable, however, to Suna Rintaro, it barely mattered. Suna only remembers how he meets people if it leaves an impression. He's the kind to go straight in, head filled with goals, and never the type to give pleasant greetings. If he wanted something from someone, he'd get it directly.

When he wants company, he'll find someone. Act sly, send a smirk with lidded eyes that he knows has a deadly effect. Buy a drink to get closer then get their name. Steal a kiss, switch locations, fuck, and he leaves. Why bother remembering how he met someone when all he does is leave anyway?

But you were a different case. Not that you made an impression, but you managed to keep Suna close to you. No matter how many times he had left, he found himself seeking for you. Chasing that ecstasy whenever his body was next to yours. His mind flashes your smile, the sound of your laughter echoes in his head, and the remnants of your scent linger in his senses. Everything you did made Suna's heartbeat spike up.

However, there was a problem; you had a man. Suna knows what your man is like. All polite and pristine wearing clean suits and ties. The type that would make you breakfast while you walk around naked, thinking about it makes him ball his hands. He might just text you again.

Your eyes secretly linger on your phone screen as you eat breakfast with your boyfriend, it's him again and you can't ignore how your heart skipped a beat. Suna always comes around when you least expect him. He was there at the bar when your glass was empty, that's how you met him. As your boyfriend leaves your shared apartment, you feel your chest tighten.

You've left Suna, you ended the affair. For obvious reasons, but also because of your conflicting emotions held towards him. Suna was pissed when you pulled it off last week. He liked you and he didn't want to end the affair, but he was too prideful to admit it. So, he sat alone trying his damn best to rub you off his memory but you kept returning persistently.

One week. It was one week that you have endured without calling him. That was when your boyfriend said he was working overtime that you crumbled. How could you feel so alone even in the presence of someone? Easy, it's because you don't love them.

Suna was out and about when his phone screen lit up, he ignored the way his chest fluttered. You have finally texted him.

It's not fair

The text read and his lips curled up into a smirk. It was a code for 'he's not here'. Suna hops into his car with desire and excitement rushing through his veins. Unexpectedly, his phone rings with your number displayed. He swiftly answers and hears you sniffing in the other line, he almost speeds past a red light.

"Rintaro..."

Suna could hear you crying his name, a cruel part of him reveled in the fact of your misery being apart from him. He parks his car across the apartment complex, he climbs on the elevator heading to your floor. Suna's footsteps were filled were urgency as he arrived in front of your apartment door. He sucks in a breath before placing three firm knocks on the door.

As the door swings open, Suna rushes inside to attack you with a starved kiss. His large hands holding your face, his fingers pressing into your skin with impatience. You kiss him back fervently. Both of you intertwined in each other's bruising hold and kiss, rocking back and forth, and bumping against the walls. The door shuts clumsily as Suna pushes you against the wall, both your breathing is hot and labored.

"God, I fucking miss this"

Suna grunts as he hastily pulls his shirt over his head before burying his face against your neck, gifting you with vicious bites and sucking on your skin. The scene was fueled with hunger as it swallowed you whole. You throw your head back as Suna's hands travel inside your panties his other hand pulls your shorts down.

You know this dance, you've performed it a million times with him, and it never gets old. Suna slips inside of you without a condom and it's enough to make you go cross-eyed. You hold onto him as he thrusts into you, fucking you against the wall. Your breath stuttered as your heartbeat went berserk within your ribcage.

With his eyes shut, Suna holds you tighter and fucks your harder. He spits degrading shit that he knows would make you fall for him more. With each thrust, he falls in deeper and more intoxicated. All his mind focused on was how wet and warm you were, how he was made for you, and how fucked up this was.

But Suna never gave a fuck. To prove it, he fucks you several times in the living room. Ripping orgasm after orgasm to make it up since he was away. The last time he made you cum that night was in the bedroom, on the bed you shared with your boyfriend, it was his favorite spot. After you both fucked, you both came to conclusions.

"Suna"

You said and his face went sour. He knows what this is going to be about. The two of you split to gaze at each other while in the nude.

"I can't keep doing this with you"

"Tsk, what? You're breaking up with me, again?"

"We never were, Suna"

Oh, right. Suna pursed his lips and tears his eyes away. He knows this was supposed to be a fling, not a reoccurring affair. But he wondered. He wondered if he got you first, would you want to have him as your boyfriend? He shakes his head off with a scoff and goes to retrieve his clothes. After this, he's going back to ghosting you again. He's going back to the bar and flirting with another girl because it didn't work with you.

Suna thinks you're playing a game with him. Well, two can play that game, he thinks. You don't want the same thing, he's convinced. So, it's late-night Thursday, and he's chilling with his girlfriend. Watching stupid movies on his television on his couch with his hand under her shirt, but she's not his real girlfriend. He met her a couple of nights ago after you two 'broke up', the sex was surprisingly good and he wanted to see where this would go. She had the keys to his place but Suna knows she's not his real girlfriend.

Every time he looked at her, she always resembled a stranger. Even if she was pretty and smoking hot, Suna couldn't bear looking at her. Stupid, so dummy. Suna always said the wrong thing and it made the wrong girls come running. He's paranoid that these girls want something from him, something he couldn't provide. Commitment? A relationship? Affection? He had no fucking clue.

What did you even want from him?

His mind flies back to the second time you two hooked up. You were about to go on your first date with your then-new boyfriend. He laughed because you were in time to fuck with him but late on your first date. It was then that everything spiraled. When you had that time and when he's serious enough, you two would do more than sex. You both genuinely went on dates, shared laughs, swapped jokes, and did all the stupid shit couples did. When you both had your first argument, Suna remembers you coming over to his place to apologize by taking your top off.

God, he misses it. He missed the sex where you kiss whenever you're through and how sixty-nine was the only dinner for two. He misses caressing your naked figure, kissing your neck, grabbing your ass, stroking your hair, making you laugh, and...why does everything have to be so goddamn complicated?

Suna never listened to you because he thought you were crazy. Crazy enough to ask him if you should break up with your boyfriend, because Suna didn't want that. He wasn't ready to be your full-time boyfriend, he was used to being that guy you loved sucking his dick whenever your boyfriend wasn't around. But he liked to think he had a heart. A heart that is capable of loving. He liked to believe he was more than choking the people he came across, especially girls who wanted it from him when he was in that smoke and light.

Two months passed since you both saw each other, he's convinced you have deleted his number already and that you were serious. Everything didn't work out with his 'girlfriend' and he's back to finding other ways to get you off his mind. He'd seen you in places you frequent, at the mall or the grocery store.

To say that he's surprised was an understatement. Suna found out through a mutual friend about your breakup with your boyfriend, as much as he wanted to celebrate it, he thinks about you and how you're doing. He finds out about how you're back on the dating scene. His chest tightened how he discovered you with fucking around with different guys. He decided that fuck it! He'll go see you at your apartment and see how you're doing.

"Suna...?"

You answered the door, puzzled at his unannounced visit. He waits until you invite him inside. He drops the tiny bundle of flowers by the countertop. By the looks of it, you seem barely affected by the breakup. It was at least comforting to find that you're fine.

"Why are you here?"

"You know why"

"Hm, I'm guessing you found out. What? You want to be his replacement already?"

Your tone sounded sarcastic and humorless at the same time. Suna looks down at his shoes before he carefully approaches you. He gently grabs your face and crashes his lips against yours. The kiss wasn't filled with impatience or hunger, it felt like a cautious step forward for Suna. He pulls away but you pull him back with a much heated kiss.

And it begins again. Both of you were naked, sweating, and moaning inside the bedroom. Suna goes pussydrunk, drilling his cock into you after what it felt like ages. He lets out a guttural moan as he feels you cum around his dick. He fixes his gaze on you as he pounds into you, chasing his orgasm. Within his cloudy vision of lust, a shimmer goes through.

The way your eyes looked at him as if you were pleading with him to not let go. The sound of his name flying off your lips causes his heartbeat to go wild. The smell of sex in the air makes his head dizzy. And the warm feeling of your pussy swallowing him whole pushes him to the edge. He finishes inside a condom and disposes it in the trash. Everything felt so surreal after the high that his gaze softened at you, but then you ruined everything when you gave him that look.

"Suna...this shouldn't have happened"

"[Name], what the fuck?"

He sits up, scowling at you from across the bed. You flinch back, but you stand your ground.

"We shouldn't have fucked in the first place"

"You always fucking tell me that even back then when you're with your boyfriend! And you know what you do..."

Suna stands up, pointing at you with a venomous smile. It makes you gulp as you clutched the blanket against your bare chest.

"You still let me pound that pussy of yours!"

"This is the last time, Suna! I swear!"

"I fucking hate it when you say that! You never mean jackshit, [Name]!"

"I'm sorry but I fucking meant it this time"

You turn away to grab your pants and shirt off the floor. Suna scoffs and copies you as he clumsily gets dressed. When you avoided his eyes and stopped calling his first name after he fucked you so good was enough to fuck him up.

"So, we're done? This the real shit?"

His voice wavered but it oozed with agitation. You finally spare him a glance. He remembers how you two used to hold hands like field trips.

"You know what? I'm a jerk, but your dude was a real dick"

Suna starts. You open your mouth but refuse to say any rebuttal. He could feel his blood boil with every second and how control was slowly slipping away.

"I read his posts on your wall, and I feel sick. He ain't cool, he ball and all that, but he just a fake asshole who blog in all caps"

You know what he was talking about, how your boyfriend was a piece of shit and you never tried to hide it. That you stayed with him even through your affair with Suna. But also know it's wrong to come to Suna and beg him to be your boyfriend instead because your boyfriend was a dick. Suna didn't do 'boyfriend', he only fucks and plays around. You couldn't wait to date even if he's going straight to thighs like the cake you ate.

"I give a fuck about the men you said you ate"

Suna was taking a step closer, vivid anger in his features. Suna knows he's the best when he's a-fake-tionate because he couldn't do the real shit. He couldn't do the stuff guys do to their girls in the books and movies, even if he feels so strongly for you. Stronger than anyone ever has.

"I'm the best that you had, face it, [Name]"

And he was. You've accepted that fact. The fact that nobody makes you feel the way Suna Rintaro makes you feel. Even if everything was essentially fake, it was the most real you've experienced compared to the previous guys you had. Your supposed relationship with your ex-boyfriend couldn't compare to your affair with Suna. You know he wondering 'What the fuck are you hiding?' that you and Suna dated like raps about Bin Liden.

"Fuck this! Are we dating?"

Suna was getting closer, towering over you so easily with his height. You step back.

"Are we fucking?"

He gazes at you unblinkingly, cornering you with each step. Your lip wobbles.

"Are we best friends? Are we something in between that?"

Your back hits the wall. Your figure begins to quiver while Suna glares down at you, letting out his pent-up frustrations with you. He knows for sure that you and him were not a couple, never were, and never will. He's done expecting something more. He takes a sharp inhale and leans against your face.

"I wish we never fucked, and I mean that"

Suna swallowed when he saw your eyes go glassy after what he said. As much of an asshole as he was, Suna didn't like seeing you cry or get hurt. That is what sets you apart from the rest. You make him feel bad for being a jerk. You always knew what made his heartbeat go fast or skip a beat. You were always the reason why it kept on beating each day. He sighs, his anger melting off his face before a tear rolls down your cheek. You look up at him, hoping to take back what he said and he smirks.

"But not really. You say the nastiest shit on bed and it's fucking awesome"

#— ♬ ©kitasgloves #haikyuu #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu fic #haikyuu smut #suna rintaro x reader #suna x you #suna rintarō #Spotify

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archer-kacey · 1 month

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Shawn Flynn (Analysis)

Let's talk about my favorite JDS weirdo!

We first hear Shawn's voice in Bendy and the Ink Machine, but Joey also mentions him in Illusion of Living in passing.

Joey mentions two things here, firstly that Shawn does "an excellent job." I know Joey lies more than a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar, but considering the fact that JDS is held together with duct tape and rubber bands, I'm inclined to believe him here. After all, how the hell could they keep up with demands (so much so that the Alice dolls were overstocked) if the foreman fucked off constantly.

Joey also says that Shawn's "creativity knows no bounds." Makes sense for his position, but also helps confirm that Joey does think highly of him in terms of his work. On a personal level, though, maybe not so much.

Based on Joey's insistence for perfection, we can infer that Shawn, like many, was just trying to do his damn job, and Joey blew his lid when things weren't exactly to his liking.

Shawn also mentions that the Alice merchandise wasn't selling well, and offhandedly proposes that they may have to melt the remaining stock down in order to get rid of it. Pretty self-explanatory tape, all things considered.

(The Bendy Wiki also mentions that he has a Dublin accent. I am not at all an expert on ANYTHING Irish but I did find out that Jacksepticeye is from Offaly, Ireland (Midland/East Ireland) and Dublin is also part of East Ireland, so...I'm assuming this is correct.)

There is also an easter egg with the Seeing Tool in BATIM written over Shawn's audio log, though this is mostly a nod to his voice actor.

Anyway, onto Boris and the Dark Survival.

In BATDS, Shawn mentions that he bought a new belt, (a one-of-a-kind toolbelt apparently,) and it was stolen immediately the next day. The perpetrator was a Gent employee, and they very brazenly wore it around right after stealing it. We aren't sure who this employee is, that's mostly speculation. But I don't think that's the point- this odd anecdote represents some of the first seeds of distrust being sown between JDS and Gent employees.

This brings us to Dark Revival.

Funnily enough, I find Shawn's departure from the studio much more interesting than his actual time employed there.

Firstly, Shawn mentions that Joey took it well when he decided to leave. Between the shift towards Gent's experiments and new technology, the funding from Gent, and the sudden irrelevance of having Bendy merch going out in droves, it's possible that Joey just didn't care.

Shawn also seems to give zero fucks about Joey's opinion, based on his Dark Revival and Bendy audio logs, which I find fucking hilarious. Not the first disgruntled employee, but certainly the most confident when faced with Joey himself.

He mentions wanting to find a cabin upstate, see some open sky, and start anew with his family. Overall it seems like leaving JDS gave him a more hopeful lens on life.

But the MOST headscratching thing about his parting audio log is the last few lines;

"But before I go, I've made one last toy. A little parting present for the factory lads. Let's see how long it takes them to find it."

We never hear from Shawn again, so we have NO IDEA WHAT THIS MEANS LMAO. Leave it to Shawn to be mysterious for no apparent reason.

However, there is a possible connection to be made. In the Heavenly Toys area, there's a factory output sheet slapped on one of the walls.

The last column mentions a "Bendy Starface Stuffed Toy", which we've never seen presently. There was only one ever made, and after that it was immediately discontinued.

I don't know why it would be listed at all if Shawn did leave the Starface Bendy as a gift, so this may all be a dead end. (I'm also aware that this might be a "Scarface" reference, although I really don't know what that has to do with anything.) Regardless, I find it a weird coincidence that Shawn left a single toy behind, and Starface also seems to be a completely unique Bendy toy.

TL;DR Shawn Flynn is cool and might have left an Among Us plushie at the studio for his co-workers

#also how many malewife toymakers is Jacksepticeye going to act for because he's done 2 so far #shawn flynn #jacksepticeye #bendy and the ink machine #batim #bendy and the dark revival #batdr #boris and the dark survival #batds

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killingick · 1 year

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“—Can I get an Amen?”

Bendy and the ink Machine

Ink Demon Headcanons

TW: NSFW MENTIONS, MENTIONS OF SADISM, HEARING VOICES

Now before we progress, I am aware that this man isn’t friends with Boris and Alice in the actual game, and that he very much wants Alice dead and very much wants to reconstruct Boris. So i guess this is an au? Because they’re friends in this.

ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ

✞ The ink demon isn't one to speak. His lips won't part to make utterances but you will always hear him; Like a demonic flux of voices swirling themselves around your head.

✞ When he has something he wants to say, only who he wants to be heard by will hear him.

✞ You might look daft babbling out responses to the ink covered demon, but only those who've spoken to Bendy will realise he's talking to you.

✞ He has quite the temper.

✞ He won't say anything about him being pissed off, but you will feel him.

✞ Be it by an army of deformed creatures dragging you to the depths of the workshop, so he can punish you for the foreign emotion you've made him feel, or by putting you into a state of shock.

✞ He'll make the ink from the soup you'd generously consumed, crawl it's way into your brain and put you into an intense amount of pain until he finds you and deals with you himself.

✞ God have mercy on anyone who tries to get in his way.

ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ

✞ The ink demon is extremely possessive.

✞ He can come across as sadistic when trying to keep what's his to himself.

✞ Whilst you’re wandering the floors below with Henry, he'll always be watching. Nails tapping harshly at the desk as he tries to remain calm, knowing your job is to lure the lone follower to him. But his patience can run thin very quickly.

✞ Whenever you leave the workshop, which he doesn't really like, he will send you letters, signed off from "Joey Drew."

✞ Usually saying to come down to the work shop for whatever made up reason that sounds believable.

✞ He knows you'll always read through the lines of course, and take his letters as his way of saying he misses you.

✞ He's not one for PDA's, the most he'll do is cup your chin with his fingers, forcing your gaze to meet his own whilst he strokes a finger over the soft flesh of your cheek bone.

✞ He prefers to love in private.

✞ Beckoning you to sit on his lap whilst his hands explore your body like a sacred piece of treasure, littering kisses up the skin of your neck and cherishing every little sound that escapes your lips like a lullaby, further feeding his addiction for the mortal being that is yourself.

✞ That desire for you being displayed at most when he has you beneath him; nails dragging along his back whilst you scream his name.

ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ

✞ How you came to fall for someone like Bendy always confuses Alice and Boris.

✞ For such a sweet person, you've come to love such a vile creature and it's baffling.

✞ Boris has always taken a lighter approach when describing Bendy; depicting him as just being lost and scared, not really understanding what he's doing and desperately wanting help, which he keeps on denying.

✞ Alice thinks he's just an upright selfish asshole.

✞ He'll damn near start a riot to get what he wants, and the way he becomes so fixated on the littlest things is just irritating for her.

✞ Despite this, deep down he still knows how to care. He just can't help what the foreign liquid does to him.

✞ Friends are family to him, and he will look out and provide for them as best he can.

✞ But when things don't go right he gets irritated and takes it out on himself.

✞ Only growing more infuriated when Alice starts lecturing him.

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ

✞ The ink demon stands at about 7'1.

✞ When angry, ink will leak from his pores, coating his flesh in the dark substance.

✞ He doesn't really eat a lot.

✞ He should, but it's not something his body relies on.

✞ He likes it when you bring him snacks though, he'll always appreciate it deep down, with that never ending smile on his face reflecting his appreciation.

✞ As a result of the ink's effect, he often hears voices which he easily gives in to.

✞ They'll beckon him to do their bidding and corrupt everything around him.

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aerequets · 10 months

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Do you have any tips on how to draw different poses? Any kind of movement just fucks me up so bad 😭😭

hoo boy poses! an eternally difficult frustrating teeth clenching jaw aching part of drawing 🤩 JK but i def get where you are coming from. i was trying to think of the best way to reply to this and just ended up making a whole step by step of my process LOL

BEFORE WE BEGIN THOUGH i should mention that i am NOT a professional, nor have i learned these techniques anywhere other than the internet and so there's obviously room for improvement and this is not the end-all-be-all, just how i personally draw poses ATM.

now with that out of the way! keep reading for my tutorial on posing :D

i figured the best way to show this would be to take one of my old drawings and repurpose it. so:

rayla. january 11 2020 rayla. she looks a lil smug maybe? a lil confident? her arms are crossed and her head is kinda tilted and her expression seems that way, but all in all it's kinda grey. this is the first thing you should do when making a pose for your character:

what is your character feeling?

define it clearly. are they angry? close their pose up, cross their arms. happy? open it up, give them big gestures. lazy or tired? slouching, etc. posing is pretty much just body language so figure out what you want your character to say when they aren't speaking.

now i'll just show what the base sketch for this drawing looks like:

that's fine and all, the building blocks are there, but now i'm gonna redraw it and show what i would do differently now:

what's different about this sketch from the first one? three main things which i will break down!

The Lines

when i say "the lines", i mean the horizontal lines of the body if that makes sense? i'm sure there's an actual term or something, but basically, the parts of your body that can tilt. don't make these parallel! that can end up making the character look unbalanced and unnatural, or stiff if the lines are just flat. in the 2020 sketch, they aren't parallel, but they aren't exaggerated either. the more you exaggerate the differences in your posing, the more dynamic it will look. so in this sketch, i've exaggerated them more. gotta make rayla look real cocky yk

The Blobs

when i used to sketch bases for my characters, it would be a bunch of boxes and rectangles connected by sticks. i stopped doing that and it helped. human bodies are soft and squishy and curvy, we aren't robots with metal edges. drawing the base shapes as blobs personally helps me with getting rid of stiffness in the pose. lots of ppl make the boxy method work though, so if that's what you wanna do, by all means.

another thing i noted is "forget about the limbs". limbs are basically just branches, so if you get caught up in drawing them before their foundation (torso + lower half) is down, it could look wonky. get the basis down first, and then go on with the joints and limbs.

The Line (Singular)

AKA the line of action, which is a very popular term + method for posing. this is basically a line that runs down the spine, and the more bendy/curvy it is, the more dynamic your pose will look. tbh in the sketch i did right now it's not very action-y, but rayla is also just standing there, so if you want to do a fighting pose or something similar make sure the line of action is hella curved. even for stationary poses though, a little curve is helpful.

so! with these things in mind, i redid (extremely very roughly lol) the drawing. let's see the difference:

eyy hows that? she looks a helluva lot more arrogant! lol jk. but we can definitely get a better grasp of her character from the first image than the second. ofc there are other factors at play here like line weight and expression, but nevertheless, a few small tweaks go a long way.

anyways this got kinda long but i hope i could be of help!

#my art #art tutorial #asks #rayla #tdp rayla

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