:3 excited to finally do some animations w this guy... I still gotta finish this animation I prob will tmrw or the next day... def wanna add his hatchet :p
Hey so do y'all understand how revolutionary this is, if this really is what the video indicates, and it probably is since the other horseshoe crab left the moment the problem was resolved.
All of those times when humans desperately tried portraying arthropods as nothing more than mindless, worthless, inferior automata are being obliterated with the power of a thousand suns (as they should) because this horseshoe crab demonstrated empathy and altruism. And the metaphorical sun is the bright little individual that is this crab.
Must be 18+ to view. Warnings include: Smut, no lube, Alan being OUT OF HIS MIND in love with you
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!!
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The television was buzzing in the background as you stepped back into the living room, changed into a pair of pajamas. Alan was gripping the thighs of his pants, staring away from you as he tried to reign in his thoughts as you comfortably sat beside him, almost oblivious to just how hard Alan was trying to keep his composure.
‘It’s just some skin-‘ he thought, his tongue feeling too big for his mouth as he peeked at you. ‘-I have seen worse.’
Yet, as your thighs flexed while you got comfortable on the couch to watch a movie, the man found himself unable to think of anything but how the smooth expanse of unblemished skin would look after a few dark marks of his own making. How they would feel as he gripped along your thighs; would the indents he would leave be as noticeable as the scratches you undoubtedly would leave along his skin, marking him as yours?
“Alan? Are you even listening to me?”
Alan blinked out of the haze of his mind, looking up at you with an almost flustered look as you caught him. “Oh- what was it ya asked, Doe-eyes?”
You laughed a little, the sound gracing Alan’s ears, and you shook your head, almost endeared. Alan would kill to keep you smiling like that at him, the twitching of his fingers unnoticed as his longing to hold you almost overtook him.
“I was saying that since you’re the guest, I’ll let you pick.”
This was his chance- he can have you snuggled up to him, the smell of your body wash filling his head and making his brain turn to mush.
“We can watch a horror flick? There is a new movie out.”
He could see you hide your grimace- even when you didn't like the movie he picked, you were still so cute in his eyes. Your nose scrunching, and the way you tried to hide it made Alan almost sigh in endearment.
“Don’t worry, Doe-eyes. I’ll be here ta help out if ya get too scared. You can lean on me.”
After you sighed and nodded, he put on the movie, sitting next to you. An arm around the back of the couch, he looked at you from the corner of his eyes. The apprehension in your eyes, the subtle ways you get closer…
It was too easy. You were basically cuddled up to him, and the smell of your conditioner, addictive and subtle, had him gripping the back of the couch, trying to dispel all the thoughts of you behind his eyes. Visions of you tied and wiggling, the moan of his name on your glossy lips. Shaking his head of the thoughts, he wrapped an arm around your waist, rubbing soothing circles.
You leaned against him, pressing against his side as your eyes were on the tv, wanting to tear them from the screen, but being unable to. Your fingers dug into his jacket, curling in as if to shield yourself from the growing anticipation of the jump scare that surely won't happen.
‘So cute.’ Alan thought, his eyes running over your fearful face. You didn’t know how tempting you looked, with eyes bright and wide and the grip you had on his jacket spreading warmth through his chest.
He needed you carnally. Primitively. He needed you in ways that had his stomach fluttering, his gaze on you as he stared you down with hunger in his eyes. He wanted to consume you- needed to devour you whole right here. Right now.
“Doe-eyes, are ya okay?” Alan asked, voice saccharine sweet as his hand went to your waist, rubbing faint circles that had you jolting at the touch. Your head tilted up to meet his gaze, slight flicks of embarrassment in your eyes before you nodded, red flushing in your cheeks. Oh, how cute you were to the male, the red on your cheeks making him want to see you in other flushed positions.
“Yeah..sorry, I am just..a little scared is all.” Your voice was quiet, in a slight trance from how much closer Alan was. When did he scoot so close to you? His scent of pine woods and fresh laundry had you leaning in for more, the smell making the edges of your brain fuzzy as you placed your head against his shoulder.
Alan couldn't breathe. You were touching him.
You were so close to him.
You were TOUCHING him. He could smell you better. He could feel your warmth radiating through your clothes. He could hear your breathing.
Your heartbeat picked up.
Now you were enveloping him in an almost soothing wave of comfort, a pull that had him needing to be closer- under your skin, between your teeth, clinging onto every fiber of your beautiful being. Anything that would have his remnants on you.
He leaned in and pressed his nose against the crown of your head, taking in a deep inhale of your scent. His body shook, a wavering sigh leaving his lips as his eyes squeezed shut, trying not to get drunk off your scent, though every part of his body responded to the stimulation, and you picked up on it.
It wasn't a secret to most that the man next to you made you nervous, whether it's because of the dangerous aura from him or the large crush you managed to develop you have no idea, but the action caused a shiver to go down your spine.
“Alan..what are you doing..?”
Alan either didn't hear you or didn't care to, too wrapped up in the delicious scent you had, the warmth he wanted to consume more of. He needed more of you, you, YOU.
Soon it went from sniffing your hair to him burying his head along your neck, and although you didn't know when he managed to have your head slightly tilted to accommodate him, you were too flustered to care.
Until his teeth came into play.
The nipping was unexpected but, after the first few nips, not unwelcomed, your head tilting more as his sharper canines scraped along your skin and left goosebumps along your arms. You were melting in his hold, too lost in the moment to think maybe this was a mistake that could bite you in the ass. Your mind was far too occupied with the warmth that gathered too fast in your lower half, and he could taste the quickening of your pulse, the taste of your clean skin, and it’s something he has thought of for as long as he has seen you- that faithful day that bred his obsession with you in ways you have yet to see.
To think now he is here- your taste on his tongue, his hands now on your waist, and you slowly leaning back along the couch as his body weight eased you down, soft sighs and hums prickling heat beneath his skin. God, were you temptation on a plate- the sweet ambrosia that was before him, and he was a man starved of your taste.
Pulling back, his eyes landed on your face, sweeping over the features- taking in the flush of your cheeks, your half-lidded eyes, your parted lips. He needed you. Now.
Your lips met in an almost haphazard dance, his sharp teeth nipping along your lip in a clumsy manner, tongue licking over the spot as if hungry for any bit of you, starving for that electrifying feeling that only you seem to elicit out of him.
It is a flurry of shirts being thrown off, hands roaming along your skin as if worshipping you; the angel you were in his eyes deserved nothing less than absolute devotion from him. It bled into the way his fingers traced your skin, in the attention he paid to you as he took in every shuddered breath, every whimper from your lips. His tongue traced along your collarbones, the sight he has only seen through his video camera outside your window as you laid there, unaware of his presence.
Beautiful. Delicious. And all his.
He bit at the skin, starting on his claim along you so everyone knew you were his, just as you had been his since he laid eyes on you.
You were receptive to the electrifying brushing of his fingers on your skin, drawing out quiet sounds that made his breathing hitch, getting drunk off your noises like the cheap wine you drink on weekends after a particularly grueling week. Sometimes he licked over the bottle to savor the taste of you- but now your taste is on his tongue, strong and minty, and he wanted more.
You pulled his head back, a groan on his throat before he looked up at you, eyes looking over your features in a haze, and you could feel your breathing stop at the lust that you could drown in in his eyes. He was flushed, an almost lovesick look replacing it as soon as his eyes met yours.
He was too cute to pass up like this.
You cupped his cheeks and you almost cooed at how he leaned against your hand, melting against your touch, and you almost felt that pull that normally tugs on your heart when you see him. You kiss him instead.
He was taken aback, eyes wide before they closed, and he kissed you like he wanted to devour you whole.
You felt your skin burning from the touches, his lips on yours making you feel as if your insides were melting, pliant as he pushed you further onto the couch.
Your lips parted when his sharp fang nipped at your lower lip, his tongue meeting yours with a low groan vibrating in his chest.
You tasted like mint toothpaste, and he felt his breath hitch as he needed to take more of you. He wanted every inch of you, every taste. He needed to consume you whole so he can never forget a single thing-
and then you moaned against his lips. It was quiet, hardly there, but he heard it.
He pulled back and took a look at your blushing cheeks, your dazzling eyes, the tongue dancing across your tantalizing lips that he wanted to suck on.
You were surely killing him like this. He needed you now.
“Can I..touch ya more?”
Your breath hitched and you nodded enthusiastically. You wanted this as much as him, that was sure.
His fingers trailed along your lower stomach, tracing over it as his other hand cupped your chin, thumb pressing down on your bruised lower lip to slide over your tongue, your breath hitching and a faint noise leaving your lips. His half-lidded eyes zeroed in on your lips, leaning in as his tongue peeked out to lick over them, kissing you with so much heat and need your brain grows fuzzy at the edges.
Sighs left your mouth, thighs pressed together as the hand on your stomach pulled at the top of your sleep shorts, hand pulling it down as you kicked it off. His hand raked over your plush thighs, unmarred, as he leaned in and pressed kisses along the skin, parting your thighs and placing a leg over his shoulder. Your hips pressed up against his mouth, quivering under the flutter of his lips as your lidded eyes found his.
Alan was already pulling your underwear down with his teeth, his hands sliding to your hips as he pulled it off and tossing it in an unknown direction.
Your hard erection curved against your stomach, and his warm breath along the shaft caused it to twitch.
“Dont’cha worry, Doe-eyes. I’ll take such..good care of ya.” His voice dropped a few octaves, sending a shiver down your spine at the promise underneath his voice.
Alan leaned down and traced the tip of your cock with his tongue, fingers wrapping along the base to kitten lick the head as he watched your reactions.
Your head rolled back, eyes fluttering shut and breathless moans of his name fell from between your lips, and oh fuck is it getting Alan going. He was hearing the noises he could have only imagined, and he wasn't about to stop til he had you wrung out.
“Alan…oh- ngh!”
Your grip on his hair was tight, hips kicking up as his hot mouth took more of your cock down, spurring him on to continue making HIS name fall out of your kiss bruised lips- laying HIS claim over this body that he has imagined in this position more than once- your sighs for him chipping the self-control he so carefully built up when it came to you.
Your head lifted up, looking at him with half-lidded eyes as you pushed his hair back, watching him with almost unseeing eyes as you watched your cock disappear into his mouth, his tongue flicking over the head in a way that had your thighs shaking.
“So good- so good for me, Alan”
He pulled off your dick, staring up at you with wide eyes, the praise causing his face to warm up.
“Fuck- Doe-eyes, yer real dangerous right now…messin’ with my head soundin’ like that.”
As if to prove his point he leaned over you, his hand guiding yours to his crotch and- oh..he was worked up.
Your lips were parted in a gasp, his cock pressing against your hand as he let out a shaky sigh, more and more of his composure chipping off.
He pulled off his shirt, his arms flexing at the dramatic change in the air. Your fingers traced over his forearms, delicate touches as you looked up at him, your pupils dilated and your pretty mouth parted and-
“Look atcha- so ready for me ta give you more.”
His hands soon turned to his pants, unbuttoning it with shaky fingers, the dam that was his breaking point close to completely crumbling, but as long as he didn’t look at you, he could soldier on a little more.
As long as he doesn’t stare at your hazy, lidded eyes that will captivate him, or your bruised lips from the intense kissing session, or the way that-
“Alan, please. I need you.”
His fingers gripped on the edge of his pants, breathing hitched and it was so silent, you could almost hear the remainder of his self control shatter like glass as he slowly looked up at your waiting form.
You looked beautiful, marked up and breathing heavily as you waited impatiently for him. He could see your cock twitching, chest heaving, almost hear your heart beating. His tongue felt too big for his mouth, it was almost too hard to swallow. Nothing in his life could have prepared him for this.
He blinked once, twice, before letting out a strangled groan and nodded, practically almost tearing off his jeans and underwear before climbing back over you, lips finding yours in a desperate dance. Teeth dragging against your lips, soft moans and shaky whimpers shared as he pushed your thighs back, fingers burning against your skin as the heat of the moment consumed you, licking over you as he pulled away and he licked over the spit string connecting you two.
He shoved three fingers in your mouth, a dazed, almost dark look in his eyes as his lips twitched up in a faint smirk.
“Get it nice ‘n wet f’r me, doe eyes. I don’t wantcha ta get hurt.”
You lathered his fingers in your saliva, tongue trailing over his skin and he watched on, hawk eyes latched onto your mouth as he groaned.
“Yer such a tease- dontcha know how hard it is f’r me? You look so good f’r me, Doe-eyes ..finally…yer mine.”
The alarms that should be going off were overshadowed by the whine on your lips, your eyes fluttering shut at the possessiveness in his voice, your cock throbbing. He pulled out his fingers to circle them against your hole, teasing you before pushing in.
You gasped and whined, blinking up at him at the slight burn, gripping his shoulder as you let out a shaky breath. Alan pressed kisses along your cheeks, your forehead, your nose- anywhere to help ease you from thinking of the burning for too much longer.
When he got to your lips, you kissed him back, sweet and gentle as your mind fuzzed over again, lost in the kiss before being pulled back when his finger brushed over your prostate, causing you to buck up your hips.
Noticing this, he pressed down, a smirk on his lips as he pulled back.
“Feelin’ good, Doe-eyes? Look atcha- so lost in pleasure. ‘ve always wondered how’d ya look like this~”
Alan’s voice was teasingly husky, his admission going right over your head as you whined, mouth parted as quiet pants left your throat. He added a second finger, his free hand coming down to stroke over your cock after draping your leg over his shoulder, the burn from his fingers and the hand on your cock bringing forth contrasting whines on your tongue.
The dual stimulation was almost too much- chest heaving with heavy pants and your nails pressing faint crescent shapes on his shoulder made his breathing hitch.
“That’s it, go ahead- mark me up f’r ya. I have always been all yours.”
Alan was on cloud nine from how your face twisted in pleasure as you looked up at him with half-lidded eyes, along with the small noises you were making was driving him insane, and as he pressed a third finger in he leaned in, wanting to swallow the noises that belong to him, that he made you make. His thumb ran along the slit of your cock, collecting the precum as you panted against his lips.
Your hips pressed against his fingers, toes curling as you scratched down Alan’s back, your nails leaving red marks in their wake, causing him to groan against your puffy red lips. He bit down on your bottom lip, tugging it before pulling back, licking over the string of saliva as he watched your every move.
He had you just how he wanted you: under him, giving you anything and everything he can, all he has to do now is keep you there with him. He knew that this would be the best time to start.
“Alan- ah fuck-“
Your eyes squeezed shut, small little ‘ah ah ah’s leaving your mouth as his fingers pumped into your warmth, before he pulled them out. You whined in protest before watching him pull down his pants and boxers, your thighs wanting to squeeze together. You were hard, brain almost mush from how the temperature around you seemed to rise, unable to think about anything other than how good Alan looked over you, how good he sounded in your ear, and how you will be begging if he isn’t inside you right now.
“Don’t worry, Doe-eyes. I’ll be sure ta have you feelin’ so good f’r me~”
His teasing lithe was followed by him pressing his cock against your hole, a hitched breath and a quiet whine his reward. He pumps his cock a few times, wetting it with his own precum before he leaned over, pressing a kiss to your lips as he slowly presses into your hole. You let out a sharp gasp, gripping onto his shoulders as he slowly pushed in, pausing partially for you to get used to him, and partially to stop himself from cumming so early on. You were so warm, so tight around him, and he is gripping your hips to stop himself from chasing the feeling of your walls around him.
You were gasping, the feeling of pain making you grit your teeth, shuddering out pained breaths as you tried to get yourself used to him.
Alan pressed kisses along your heated skin, trying to soothe you from the burn of him stretching you. You cupped the back of his neck, pulling him down to kiss you.
You panted against his lips, more tongue and teeth than actual kissing when you pulled back and looked up at him.
He must have hit the jackpot with the bleary-eyed look you are giving him, your lips slick with spit and puffy from kissing. Your chest was pressed against his, raising and falling in quick successions and your ass was so warm and tight on his cock, gripping on the edge of the couch to stop himself from thrusting into you like a rabid animal was all he could do.
After a few minutes you let out a shaky breath.
“Okay- I’m ready, Alan-“
He kissed your forehead before quickly bottoming out, making you let out a small scream. Your eyes squeezed shut as you gripped his arms, and though it still took you some time, thankfully it wasn't as long because only a minute or two later you let out a breath.
“Fuck- Alan-“
He kissed you as his finger traced along your cock, drawing out whimpers and whines from you, head falling back at the teasing touches. His hips picked up a steady rhythm, his eyes on your face.
“God, y’re so beautiful like- fuck- like this, Doe-eyes. Oh fuck- ya fallin’ apart on my cock so prettily-“
Alan sounded drunk on you, almost whimpering in his own pleasure. Ths possessive edge in the way he talks is lost on you, the fuzzy edges of your brain almost so far gone as you melted against the cushions, cracking moans and heavy pants on your tongue. He needed to mark you up- sink his teeth til he made himself an eternal part of you.
Your eyes fluttered closed, lost in the way his hips smacked your ass, the way his hands teased you. You didn't see the slight crazed look in his eyes, the way his head leaned down, his tongue tracing your neck to taste your salty skin. Didn't notice until he bit down, your hips jerking at the reaction.
“Fuck- Alan- ‘m all y’rs, please-“
His hand came down and smacked the arm rest, half-lidded eyes watching you as he slowed down.
“Say it again-“
You whined as you pressed your hips back against him, looking up.
“Please, Alan- don't- please faster-“
He leaned in, your legs pressing in an almost mating press. His heterochromatic eyes stared at you- a glint in his eyes that made him look crazed.
“Say. It. Again. Doe-eyes.”
Each word was punctuated by a thrust, hand pressing your hip down. Your lips quivered, harsh breaths leaving your lips as you wriggled under his hold, wanting to press against him more.
“Fuck fuck FUCK I’m yours- I am yours, please Alan-“
His pace was relentless, rocking into you like a man depraved. His grunts soon muffled against your neck, littering marks against your skin in a possessive display, one you seemed to enjoy if the twitching of your cock was anything to go by.
Alan was trying not to cum already- the combination of your scent, your hands that soon leave more marks of your love down his back, and the constant cries of his name soaring him so close to the edge that he can taste it.
He wrapped his fingers around your cock, fisting it to get you as close as possible, and he was rewarded with your whines, hips pressing up like you do when you're close.
“Go on, Doe-eyes- cum f’r me-“
He was met with the most glorious sight: your eyes rolling back and his name on your lips in the whiniest voice, his own coming too soon as he came inside after a few more thrusts.
You were shaking, shallow pants intermingling with each other as you both came down from your high.
I'm so glad I managed to finish it, cause I has already spent 3 months of work, excluding another 4 months that I wasn't able to custom the bloose because of my school exams
I still think that there is something missing, but I would say that I'm totally in love with the finish result
Hi I just played this game recently but I'm curious about the lore and idk where to find it i see a lot of people mentioning boss stu (I keep reading stfu) and idk who those are do i have to read all the asked questions to get the lore going on or I can find it somewhere else? (Anyway here's a squished alan holding a red flag)
MDHM LORE (no spoilers for the actual game):
This is only going to cover the backstories/extra details and the world of MDHM but does not touch what is going to happen in the game.
Some TW for the lore, will contain stuff like substance abuse, suicide, toxic relationships, gore and child abuse.
Alan is the main love interest of the game. He is an assassin who lives in the woods in the town that set in the game, far from society but occasionally visits when he has "important" stuff to do. He is the second youngest of four brothers. Claude, Jules, and James. Alan has a pretty strained relationship with them especially after their mother passed away from suicide. Alan ran away during high school and has no connections to the current culture in the modern world.
Erika is a new college friend/classmate you encounter in your English class. She is the only adopted child of two dads with whom she is currently keeping secrets to not disappoint them. She works as an employee in the local skater rink and volunteers at the rescue cat shelter. Erika is very fashion-forward and is pretty smart when it comes to problem-solving and has a hobby of solving mysteries. She has a six-legged cat named Loki and lives with her roommate Rosie.
Stu is a child friend who harbors feelings for the player. He hasn't been in contact with them since they left for college as he stayed in their old town behind. He has an older sister named Toni who also left for university, his mom, and his dad who had a pretty unhealthy and dysfunctional relationship until he moved out. Stu lives in a frat house on school grounds and is a part of a band called the Critters of Wreckage (CoW). Stu struggles with pornography addiction as well as drinking as he became very isolated after not talking with the player.
Carver is Alan's coworker. I have not revealed much about him, other than he has the most trauma, especially during childhood, out of everyone. He has an estranged past he can't quite remember after being hired as an assassin. He is missing pupils but is still able to see. He has a fascination for experimenting and dissecting his victims, even though he really isn't allowed to. I would love to point out that Carver doesn't call the player "Guinea Pig". That name is for his OWN person of interest who he has yet to find. He still calls the player "Doe-Eyes" simply because Alan calls them that. His real name is Calvin and he is 31 years old.
Stitches is another coworker of Alan and Carver. Not much is known about him. He isn't human although he appears to be. Stitches, is in fact, made up of three different body parts from three different people. His head, the torso, and his legs. Stitches was created by Boss.
Boss is, obviously, the boss of Alan. No, he doesn't have a name as he simply just goes by "Boss". He is older than the town, older than time actually. He doesn't have much of a physical form but used roadsigns as a body for him to use. He communicates through images or texts from the signs.
Buck is Alan's dad. He doesn't know that Ophelia has passed away since their separation and is still in love with her. He hasn't seen Alan either but still wants to connect with his son.
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