#this was fun

[marz-genesis]

weightless

[verytyphoonfun]

You have a obsession with Superman.

Which sounds crazy considering you’re dating Clark Kent. But you rationalize it like so; Clark Kent and Superman are the same body, but different people. Different personalities. And both make your clit throb. Clark Kent is sweet and kind in a fumbling way. All droopy eyes and shyness and soft tones, pulling his shoulders so he takes up less room. He’s more comfortable in Smallville. Superman is kind and caring in a… different way. His shoulders go back. Eyes switch from kicked puppy to strong and silent. His jaw is tense, smiles become smirks. His voice grows louder, deeper.

Clark is very good at separating work and personal life. He never takes out his frustration from a lost battle onto you. He’ll share emotions but from a distant observation. He won’t even touch you that hard. Which really sucks since you want Superman to fuck you into the mattress.

As you brood over this issue, you pass a street cart. It’s one of those carts with cheap merch, meant to draw in tourists. No self-respecting Metropolitan would stop at one unless something was dire. But this particular cart had some merch that lit an evil fire in your eyes. So you purchase it and speed home. After washing and drying your purchase, you get into it.

“Alright, ok…” You lay across the couch and pick up some book, just in time for Clark to walk in.

Your boyfriend freezes. “Darling, what are you wearing?”

You look down. “Clothes?”

“These aren’t your normal lounge clothes, hun. You wear sweatpants and ratty Tshirts, not… that.”

“Do you not like it?” The crop top barely covered the fat of your tits, and the thigh highs cut just enough into your thighs to show off their plump smoothness. You knew Clark loved leaving a hickey right where the thigh highs cut off. The matching panties were a sheer mesh, some frilly lace on the waistband too. But the kicker was that the set was Superman blue, with the red lace and logo emblazoned across your chest finishing off the racy merch. “I got a set from a street vendor. Support small businesses and all.”

“So you… bought… lingerie?” Clark chokes out. He wanders closer as if he’s hypnotized. “You look… golly darling…”

But right before he gets to you, you plant your foot on his sternum. “Sorry, this set is for Superman, see?” You cup your breasts and press them together, shifting the logo. Clark follows the movement needily. “I don’t see Superman here.”

“But I am Superman!” Clark whines. He doesn’t move. “Baby please! I can see her, she wants me!”

You shake your head. “Nope. Sorry. Tonight I’m Superman’s.”

“I dunno how I feel about my girlfriend wanting Superman and not Clark Kent…” Clark grumbles, walking to the bedroom with a dejected look. He closes the door to the bedroom.

A minute passes. Then five. Suddenly your smirk fades a bit. Maybe you went too far and made him upset. As soon as seven minutes hit, you get up to apologize to your boyfriend with sweet words and some head. But there’s a knock at your balcony door.

“Hello, ma’am. I heard some strange noises, came by to check it out.” Superman is floating right outside, cape and all.

The giddy squeal that left you had Clark trying to suppress a smile. Instead, he schooled it into a serious frown. “May I come in? Investigate the place, make sure it's safe for you?”

“Yes sir!” You squeak happily, pushing open the door. Superman lands.

“You expecting anyone?” He says, voice deep in that tone that has you wetting the mesh gusset. You shake your head.

“No… live alone.” You murmur shyly. “Sorry for the getup… wasn’t expecting company.”

Superman slowly paces around the apartment, his eyes often falling to your body with a lustful look. His gaze traces how your chest heaves with excited pants, how each step has your thighs rubbing together with lust. But he still stays in character, peering into cabinets and even the laundry room. “It’s alright ma’am… didn’t mean to intrude.”

“Maybe the noise came from the bedroom?” You suggest. You lead him there, swaying your hips. Clark suppresses a groan and follows.

He prowls the bedroom, looking at the armoire and closet. You lay across the bed in what looks like a suitably seductive pose, but you know your excited grin isn’t that seductive.

“So… you’re a big fan?” Superman asks, nodding to your getup. His hands clench momentarily.

“Yes, I am. Really, thank you for all you’ve done, and checking up on me too.” You purr softly.

Clark swallows again, jaw working. “It’s nothing I need thanks for, ma’am. Just want to make sure a civilian is safe. Which it appears it is here.” He pauses at the end of the bed, eyes focused on yours.

You crawl slowly towards him. “You’re so kind, not even needing thanks… but still, you’d appreciate it right? Everyone deserves to feel appreciated, especially you.” You kneel in front of Superman, slowly tracing your hands up his torso. “Maybe… I could show you my thanks?”

SUperman’s breath hitches as you gently push the suit bottoms down, just enough to free his cock. You’ve seen in hundreds of times already, but each time you’re still taken aback at just how heavy and thick he was. His cock was flushed an angry red at the tip, precum spurting out in pearly ropes. The veins throbbed against the palm of your hand.

“You’re so big…” You breathe, but your nose scrunches just a tad. Too pornstar-y. And Clark’s little soft grin at you says he agrees. “C’mere-”

He doesn’t have to be told twice, rushing to kiss you. Superman presses you into the mattress as your lips move together, his tongue exploring your mouth while he paws at your body. His hands grasp your tits, squeezing and flicking your nipples until you arch into him. One hand snakes down to your panties, and with no force at all rips the gusset of your panties open. You let out a whimper. Clark had never done anything but undress you like the finest porcelain, and here he was tearing your clothes apart.

“Such a dedicated fan I have.” Superman growls. He kneels on the bed and yanks your legs up and draped over his thighs. One calloused finger dips into your cunt, strings of arousal coming away with it. “All this for me, ma’am?”

“Uh-huh…” You mumble, pussy clenching around his finger. He slides one more inside, crooking them both and grinding the tips against your spongy walls. In time with his fingers thrusting in and out, his other hand flicks at your rapidly hardening nipples. “F-fuc- m’gonna-“

He withdraws his fingers.

“I- Clark!”

Superman just gives you a firm smirk. “This is for me, isn’t it? Thanking the hero of Metropolis?”

He flips you over onto your stomach, groaning at the sight. Your slick drips down your thighs, leaving spots of wetness on the socks. The shirt’s all mussed too, tits spilling out. “What a pretty girl…”

Superman slowly presses the blunt head against your pussy, pushing in. The girth has you twitching and moaning, filling up every crevice and nudging against your soft walls. His chest presses against your back. “Go-golly….” He thrusts forward, seating himself fully. Usually Clark gives you time to adjust, some soft kisses and reassurances.

Superman does none of that, immediately pulling back. Your pussy clings to his length. “Don’t worry girl. M’gonna fill you up.” He growls, and thrusts back in harshly. Superman sets a hard and fast pace, pelvis smacking against your ass. There’s no time to breathe, little wails of pleasure knocked out of you. Your hands scramble for purchase on your sheets. Each movement smushes a pretty kiss against your cervix.

“Fuck- fuck! Cl-Clar!” You babble helplessly. Suddenly, Superman does something Clark’s never done before. His free hand grabs for a fistful of hair and yanks you up. “Agh!”

“Who’s Clark, hm? That’s not me. Who- gosh- who am I? C’mon, darling.” Superman pants into your ear, nipping the earlobe. He releases your hair only to smack one of your tear-streaked cheeks lightly. The motion has your cunt clenching around his cock. “Oho, pretty girl likes being treated like a whore? C’mon then. Say my name.”

“Su-superman, m’gonna- please- m’gonna!” You sob helplessly, limp in his arms. His thrusts somehow get harsher. He’s practically slamming into your poor pussy, free hand tracing circles on your clit.

Your orgasm slams into you, body thrashing in his arms. But all Superman does is hold you tight on his length, grinding up into your g-spot as your cunt chokes his cock.

Barely giving you time to breathe, he lays you onto the bed, face and hips pressed into the sheets. “Gonna collect my thanks now, gosh- your pussy’s so perfect.” Superman moans as he begins to thrust once again. The new position as you screaming into the mattress. Clark had never done pronebone before with you, too worried his cock would be too big in this position. But that concern’s far from his mind.

His hips slam against your ass again and again as he chases his orgasm. He’s almost too big, but the pleasure is mindmelting. Your mouth hangs open, drool spotting the duvet.

“My- perfect- girl, love you so much- gosh- m’gonna cum, oh- golly!” Superman shouts as his hips stutter. His cock twitches and spurts out ropes of hot cum into your folds. Each spurt has you twitching.

As Clark comes down from his high, he blinks away that lust-filled haze. “Oh… oh no…. Darling! I’m so sorry I got carried away! Are you ok?! Do I need to take you to the hospital!?”

You lift your face from the duvet just enough so he can see the utterly cockdrunk smile on your face. “Best… purchase… ever…”

[wachtelspinat]

y'all gotta click to enlarge... and sorry this is sloppy but i can‘t be spending 4 weeks on this

look what this game does to me i‘m laying down a whole-ass sequence here 😭😭 also so sorry to anybody who has actual storyboarding / sequence drawing knowledge, i have none... i have probably butchered this. but i had a lot of fun. and this was a lesson in draw fast or else!

grace‘s last line was also so cool in my head lmao and now it‘s a lot more angst and drama but hey these are also my middle names so we vibe.

prepare for rambling:

OK LISTEN HEAR ME OUT i know it’s stupid BUT alternative ending for re9...

i want grace to give victor a shot of elpis too. as far as this could even be possible. like i imagine he has a mix of t-virus infection and the nemesis parasite going on since the parasite is in canon only responsible to let the host keep their intelligence while the t-virus is responsible for the tyrantification. which is also in itself crazy since the chance of a tyrant mutation in a virus host is incredibly small as far as i know but either victor is just that special ✨ or they figured it out at rhodes hill. or i'm getting it all wrong. it doesn't matter.

either way the fact that he would even survive a shot of elpis is realistically speaking nonexistent i think but i don‘t want him to die. i want him to suffer and realize what a stupid idiot (affectionate) he was and that spencer did not let him in on his big secret. so lets pretend that a) elpis can reverse t-virus and nemesis parasite infection/mutation to degree AND b)… it also heals lethal motorcycle induced brain damage lmao xddddddddddddd in the end it‘s resident evil and when it‘s canon that they brought emily back then they can bring victor back too ffs

there was so much going on in my head while drawing this. is this a faith worse than death for victor? i can imagine he would not be happy to lose his powers. would he still be ok with the fact that elpis is a cure and not a weapon after regaining chrystal clear clarity again? what happened to the human evolution, victor? and grace was finally able to get back at him. for killing alyssa. for dragging her through hell without a reason

[chellustrates]

go my humanlings

version where berdly and ralsei are more congruent to how i usually draw bespectacled characters in my style

[buffalokill]

brendon park hates it when his wife fight. hes always the first to apologize <3

brendon park x f!reader I was gonna make it as the r working out of the hospital but then I was like nah maybe for another fic so I made it to where she works in the hospital. enjoy <3

the shark had a lot more of a bite to him. garcia had picked up on it the minute he arrived for shift. his eyes way sharper, and his tone a lot more clipped; a poor intern had been on the receiving end this morning when they weren’t quick enough to answer his question.

it had meant to be a joke from garcia. considering you guys were friends. a lil text of trouble in paradise before saying something about brendon being a little more short with the staff. she didn’t expect for you to show up to the er when they were down for a consult.

the “dr. park” that came from you when brendon stepped out of trauma had the entire ed coming to a stop.

side eyes and lips in the ‘o’ shape as if they just heard the physical slap. perlah and princess were probably clutching onto each other somewhere. “a word.” your head tipped to the side.

and albeit your tone and the hard look on your face, brendons eyes still softened at the sight of you. even if you were mad at him.

he hadn’t seen you this morning. you had left before him. that’s how mad you were. you guys always drove to work together. and if you didn’t, he always made sure to see you off first.

you guys had an argument the night before. not even on speaking terms by the time you went to bed.

and if there’s one thing brendon park hated more than arguing with you, it was you not speaking to him.

he had tried to get you to talk to him after. tried to talk to you; he wanted to apologize. but you weren’t having it at the time. too mad to even look his way.

he went to bed with you angry at him.

and by the look on your face right now, and the fact you referred to him as ‘dr. park,’ you probably still were.

his head nodded before trailing after you.

when you guys were in private, brendon spoke.

“I’m sorry.” his eyes were on you. shaking your head as you bit your lip.

“for what?” you looked at him. “for last night or for this morning?” you pressed. you can see him trying not to ask about the latter part of your question. “someone told me you were taking it out on the residents.” brendons jaw clenched, already having a feeling of who it was that told you.

“it doesn’t matter who said what to me, brendon.” you interrupted. your weight shifting from one foot to the other as you crossed your arms. “it doesn’t give you the right to go off on your residents just because of something that happened outside of work. you’re their superior, act like it. I shouldn’t have to come down here to tell you that.” you shake your head. “we shouldn’t even be having this conversation right now, because you know how much I hate bringing things from home to work!” the last of your words raised, but not out of anger. just exasperation. not even frustrated at him anymore but rather the situation.

you hated arguing just as much as he did.

you exhale through your nose and glared at him. and he stood there, staring at you. nodding and then carefully, and very slowly, he pulled you into his arms.

you were still a lil mad at him but you also missed him. your lips pursing as you begrudgingly let him, resting your head against his chest. the engulf had your body practically melting.

“I’m still angry with you.” you said as your husband pressed a kiss to your head. “I know.” his mouth quirked up into a half smile. he already expected you to say that. “I am sorry.” brendon said as you pulled back enough to look at him.

you knew he was. no matter if you had it at the tip of your tongue ready to say it, brendon always apologized first. you nodded.

“I know. I’m sorry too.” your arms unwrapped from around him, rubbing his back before pulling away completely. “don’t let me hear though that you’re telling your interns off. they’re kids.” your tone hard again as you finger juts his chest. eyes sharp.

brendon presses one more kiss to your lips. you glare through your lashes. “brendon.”

he looks at you with the same soft eyes. nodding his head.

“okay. I gotta get back to work and so do you but I’ll see you at home, kay?”

he almost wants to laugh at how your voice shifts. getting after him one minute and then telling him lovingly that you’ll see him later the next.

“you will. probably before then because I’m not about to let you leave the hospital without me seeing you.”

“you’ll see me at home.” your husband gives you a look. one your too familiar with. it’s a thing for him to always see you prior to you leaving somewhere. always needing to get a look at you before he sees you take off. you think it has to do with where you guys work. having seen a lot come through those doors. some of the cases hitting a little too close to home. so you get why he’s so adamant about it. and it’s then you feel the weight of your action this morning when you left without letting him know. even if you guys work at the same place.

“okay, I’ll wait.” you say, squeezing his hand before giving him a quick kiss.

brendon tips his head towards the noise of the ed.

“let’s get back.”

when you guys walk out, your both back to your work personas. the staff watching as park the shark makes his way to the elevator; you heading in the opposite direction to one of the rooms.

trinity glances up ‘discreetly’. whitaker already beginning to question who you were as he leans against the nurses station.

“his wife.” dana says, as if it was nothing new. the two residents mouths drop.

“what???”

“he’s married—”

it was said simultaneously. the charge nurse looking over the rim of her glasses. she leans forward, hands resting on the desk.

“if you think park there has bite, wait till you work with the missus.”

trinity looks over her shoulder to the direction she saw you go. “what department?”

the blonde laughs and turns.

“peds.”

[zeyz444]

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Variants

If you are a Invincible fan maybe you catch the reference! :D

List of all of them below ⬇️⬇️⬇️

1.Leo

2. Master Leonardo

4. Leonardo from "Empyrean Weeping" by @cupcakeslushie

3. "One" from "Even More of a Disaster" by @3lectricinsomnia and @teaableu / @evenmoreofadisaster

5. "Runt" from "Prodigy" by @reagi-df

6. "One" from "SLAU" by @dianagj-art

7. "Poptart" from "2 Arms left" by @intotheelliwoods

8. Leonardo from "Replica" by @kathaynesart

9. Leo from "Tize Sep AU" by @tizeline

10. Leo from "Kid Leo" by @angelpuns

11. "Cerulean" from "True Colors" by @v-albion

12. Leo from "Gemini" by @tangledinink

13. "Neon Void" from "The Neon Void" by @sugarpasteltmnt

14. Leo from "Year Of the Rabbit" by @pasteilian

15. "Mizu" from "Marigolds and Memories" by @corckdealer

16. Vampire Leo from "Of Monsters and Mutants" by @gothiclynovi