On LADS and inclusivity... I love the game, its characters, and the community, but I’m struggling to enjoy it as a self-insert dating sim. I like MC, but I can’t quite relate to her — however you design her, she’s typically portrayed as sociable, athletic, thin, and conventionally beautiful. It’s tough to picture the LIs drawn to someone real who might not share those traits :/
Earlier this year I learned how to use the perspective tool in Lazy Nezumi Pro, an add on for Photoshop. I was so excited I immediately got to work designing fantasy bathrooms. This is the first in a series of four! I am extremely nervous sharing it. I’m torn between loving it immensely and thinking I should never do environment art ever again LOL 🥹😂
Asking the LADS men for a hickey to make your crush jealous.
Slight NSFW under the cut / MDNI / gets progressively more unhinged idk
Xavier
You ask for a hickey as repayment for teaching him how to make unburnt toast
Next thing you know, he has you backed against the counter, straightening up to hover over you at his full hight, looking for all the world like the wolf you suspected was hiding under the sleepy facade
Angry eyebrow raise (tm)
“I’m a man too, you know. What would your crush do if he found out you offered yourself up to me like this?”
Doesn’t wait for a response before pulling your collar to the side to lick a stripe up your shoulder
Bites, HARD
You yelp and try to squirm away, but he has an iron grip on the back of your head and his pelvis pinned flush against yours to keep you in place
Grows steadily harder in his sweats and isn’t shy about it, pressing himself against your stomach as if to prove how far he could reach if he were actually inside you
When he pulls back, he’s panting, lips slick and wet, with a feral glint you’ve never seen before, like he wants to devour you whole
Leaves you shellshocked and looking like you were mauled by a wild animal
Knows damn well there’s no way you’re seeing your crush like this, and he’s not sorry
Trims all your plants until they’re BLAD and cuts off the lights in your apartment for a week
Zayne
You bring it up during a regular check-up, and he goes dead quiet, staring at you like you just asked him to break every medical ethic he’s ever sworn by
“Absolutely not.”
Gets more judgemental the more you try to explain, rubbing his temples, adjusting his glasses and breathing hard out of his nose like a disappointed father
Eventually you give up and just hit him with the classic “please, Zayne 🥺”
Tilts your head gently with cool fingers, inspecting your neck, before slowly leaning in
He’s soft and deliberate, one hand steadying your jaw, the other resting light on your shoulder, sucking just hard enough to leave a mark
Pulls back after a minute to check his work — lips barely pink, breathing even, but there’s a flicker of something warm and intense in his gaze, and you can’t help but stare back
“There. It’s… sufficient. Don’t ask me to do this again.”
Greyson barges in during your staring contest to ask about some random nonsense
Steps away fast, clearing his throat and readjusting his coat to cover the front of his pants, while you scramble to hide the mark with your hair
Has to excuse himself to go to the washroom to splash cool water on his face in an attempt to calm down
That night, he imagines his hands are yours as he relieves himself over and over again to the memory of your scent, the smoothness of your skin, how soft - perfect - you were underneath him
Can’t look at you in the eyes the next time you meet
Rafayel
You try to bring up the topic as casually as possible while hanging out at his studio
Immediately starts spiralling the second he picks up what you’re putting down
“Am I just some tool to you? And not even an important one, I can’t believe you would use me and then toss me aside like trash in the ocean - I thought you cared about the environment???”
Eventually, he pulls you onto his lap with a huff, still pouting and muttering to himself under his breath, hands shaky as he brushes your hair back and unbuttons your shirt to expose the front of your chest
The first kiss is soft, but he doesn’t stop at just one - kisses and sucks again, then again, trailing a constellation of bruises down your throat, each one a little more forceful than the last
His mouth is hot and wet against your skin, and you can’t help but sigh and arch up towards him
The sound seems to flip a switch - he uses both hands to drag you further up his lap before pressing you down against the proof of his arousal, grinding up against you as he sucks one last dark spot at the swell of your breasts
Looks absolutely ruined when he leans back to grip your shoulders, cheeks and ears flushed red, eyes glinting with pride
“Look at you… my best work yet. Don’t you dare cover it up.”
Snaps back to reality and shoves you off of him, making up an excuse for you to leave while ushering you out the door
Completely heartbroken, he ignores you for weeks, spending the next few weeks painting only in shades of red and purple
Sylus
You can’t find a good time or reason to ask him, so you just end up blurting it out one evening after dinner at his place
Despite your embarrassment, he’s completely unfazed
“You want me to mark you up so some other guy will notice you? Sure, sweetie.”
Pats his thigh, a silent command for you to sit
Lazily drags a hand up your back, fingers splaying over your spine before curling around your neck to tilt it away from him
Locks eyes with you, voice low, “You’re playing a dangerous game. You sure you can handle it?”
Doesn’t move an inch until you consent, but the second you do, he crashes his lips to your neck and gives a hard, wet suck, mouth moving down your collarbone and towards your chest
You accidentally let out a whimper and he responds by growling low in his throat and flexing his thigh underneath your core, gripping your hips with both hands and rocking you back and forth on his leg until you’re openly moaning
Pulls back right as he figures you’re getting close by the way you’re desperately clenching your thighs against his
He’s breathing hard, lips smeared red, eyes blazing as he smirks down at you, looking smug as ever
You’re equal parts horny, embarrassed and pissed
You’re also worried that you ruined the leg of his expensive suit pants, but you don’t have the nerve to check as you stumble away to check the damage
The hickeys seem to be placed in a deliberate pattern, starting at your jugular before curving towards your collarbones, and then curving back until the last one is right in-between your breasts, like a giant ‘S’
Caleb (got carried away w this one...)
You decided to ask while he was visiting home, knowing there was a party the next night
He’s obviously pissed and you’re lowkey scared for your life
“Have you done anything with him? Don’t you know all guys just want one thing? Haven’t I told you that you’re not ready to date yet?”
You’re suddenly shy, denying anything serious, “c’mon gege, I just want him to notice me...”
He tilts his head, eyes narrowing and voice dipping low, “notice you, huh? fine, but let me do it somewhere he’ll really notice.”
Steps closer to where you’re seated on the couch and kneels in front of you, firmly spreading your legs and pushing up your skirt around your hips
His hands hold you apart as he leans down to press his lips to your inner thigh, starting with soft, testing kisses and nips before sucking hard
You can’t help but have a physical response, growing wet against the white cotton of your panties, shifting your hips to seek friction by grinding against the air and whining in disappointment when he moves away from where you need him to be
He’s only ever seen you like this in his dreams and immediately lets his impulses get the better of his judgement, pressing his thumb right against your clit over your underwear, rubbing hard, while his other hand forces your legs to stay open
You moan his name from the sudden jolt of pleasure, which spurs him to move against you more aggressively until you’re coming, with his face only inches away still between your legs
Pulls your skirt down like nothing happened and stands up to gauge your reaction, satisfied that you haven’t slapped him or tried to run away
Takes your hand and gently places it against the prominent bulge on the front of his jeans
“I did what you asked, didn’t I? Don’t you think you should repay me, pipsqueak?”
On some level, you both know this is a line that can't be uncrossed, but he's always been greedy
And you've always followed your big brother's lead - you're not about to stop today yolo
You dutifully unzip him and gently bring him out of his boxers, feeling the weight of him in your hand before opening your mouth, placing him against the flat of your tongue and looking up at him from beneath your lashes before closing your lips around him
The lewdness of it all catches him off guard and he lasts about two seconds
“Who the fuck taught you how to do that? I swear to God I’ll kill them, who the fuck -”
You open your mouth again to show him you swallowed, which only pisses him off more, “I was only practicing for you, gege.”
Your crush isn’t at the party the next night… Or at his job the day after… Actually, you never see him again
Fellas, is it a crime if you try to make your adopted bro jealous and he ends up killing a guy? Asking for a friend
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