#/ab/bowling ball

[oscconfessions]

haven't confessed here in a while and i probably won't anymore but i just want to say that the osc was a blessing to me. my artblock ended when i discovered this community and honestly, i don't think people have been so kind to me about my art before. I really appreciate how nice people are here and it's been the first time in a while when I've felt this happy with a fandom. i found my passion for making art again. I love you guys /p

my final confession is that I NEED to desperately make out with bowling ball ab, 8ball and 9ball bfdi. holy shit have you heard 9balls voice? i need to passionately make out with them PLEASE

- ball anon

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[dragiani2]

Run.

THIS TOOK ME 17 HOURS PLEASSSEEE REBLOG IT 😭

yeah this took. Forever lmao. I really wanted to draw some foliage and it turned into this.

im finally free. Nsjinsijnisn

[angelicha1ley]

and im blue too!!!!!

[inanimationinsanitation]

Finally watched Animatic Battle, I like these two

[trolling-pip]

i have a lot of stuff to do.

have this out of context doodle while you wait (or if you're not waiting).

[animaticbattleconfessions]

yo! @doooooozy ! i know who that window square-like character is! It’s Animation Center Stage Tool, from We Had One Hour, a challenge worked on in tandem by Greeny and Staintocton! Check out the episode that bowling ball Actually Fucking Appears In here!

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[brokenmutations]

Night Shift

Logan Howlett • She/Her Pronouns • Mutant!Reader [Heightened Senses] • POSSIBLE DEADPOOL & WOLVERINE SPOILERS • Joining a new timeline didn’t stop the nightmares from occurring. But at least, he doesn’t suffer alone…or at all after some time • ANGST/SFW/NSFW • TW: Major Injuries / Blood Loss / Nightmares / Anxiety

“Another nightmare?”

Logan looks away from the scene that was New York City late at night to catch the eyes the voice came from, which happened to be Y/N. She had stepped out onto the fire escape for her own reasons and to her surprise there was Logan on the escape of the apartment next door.

“Yeah, somethin’ like that”

“Better than Wade sleepwalking. Had to save him from you cutting his head off for almost grabbing your balls” Y/N scoffs, bringing herself to sit in the stairs of the escape looking out to the same scene. “Should give you some rope to tie him to his and Al’s bed because who knows when he’ll sleep walk”

“If you’re offering, I’ll take it” Logan scoffs leaning over the railing listening to the noise that he both misses and wishes it would stop. Which really makes him miss his home in the woods…back in his timeline with his Y/N.

“I know you’re not one for charity, but if you ever need a good nights sleep or company after a bad night…my door, or window is always open”

“I’ll think about it next time, bub” Logan pulled himself away from the railing to bring himself back inside as Y/N remained outside taking in every single sound of New York before wincing and putting her headphones back on while heading back inside.

Logan thought a few nights with a nightmare each time that he could handle it. But staying up after every occurrence only made him grumpier and Wade wasn’t having it for the most part.

“I can tell just by your baby hand that Logan didn’t sleep well”

“All I ask for this writer is to give him SOMETHING, but no! Who cares about plot nowadays we all saw his fucking Hawaiian roll buttered up abs” Wade groans behind the mask wishing he didn’t agree to this mission with Y/N. “Sorry. Kitty was angry this morning because of the lack of sleep he’s been having.”

“I got that much, Wilson” Y/N frowns rubbing circles on his back before suddenly taking his katana and slicing the once running target that entered the wrong alley way. “Guess it’s a short day”

“Bless your fucking heart” Wade quickly took his phone out taking a picture of the hit and sending it to the contact. “I’ll send you your money when I get it”

“Are you going to use most of yours for cocaine again?”

“Get your bloodhound nose out of mine alright?!”

Y/N watched him leave amused for a moment before disposing of the body because baby-hand-magee couldn’t for whatever reason.

Returning to the apartment later than usual didn’t bother Y/N, but she also didn’t expect someone to be in her apartment at the hour that it was. She knew there was someone given her senses, so when she flicked the light on for Logan to scramble suddenly and notice her unfazed expression he was a bit surprised. But so was she a little.

“I didn’t think you’d take me up on it”

Logan shrugs a bit not knowing what to say as Y/N couldn’t fight back a smile. She enters the apartment entirely, shutting the door behind her as she drops her bag on the floor.

“Make yourself at home” Y/N shot him another smile while she walked past him to enter the kitchenette setting down the takeout bag she had along with her other belonging.

The man obviously felt foreign in her apartment even with the invitation. Logan brought himself to sit on the couch watching her movements that weren’t much different from her. Except for more hesitation when handling things that might overwhelm her senses.

“I got takeout and I always buy extra if you’re interested.” Y/N gestures with her head to the kitchen she stood in if he wanted some. But when he didn’t come once she finished putting her dinner in a bowl, she decided to make him one regardless.

While she did such, Logan looked at the frame pictures on the wall behind the couch noticing there was a picture of him. He brought his whole body to face it and get a better look.

This universe’s Logan looked happy and so did Y/N beside him. There was another beside it that was a Polaroid with Laura looking at the picture confused but had a laughing Y/N in the background with Logan reaching for the thing.

“There’s a whole box of Polaroids I can grab that she took from when she was younger” Y/N’s voice startled him slightly as if he had gotten caught for looking at pictures. “Some are very blurry but they mean a lot to Laura and I so I keep them” she handed his plate which he wasn’t going to refuse after she took the time to plate it.

Before she sat with him, Y/N pulled a box out from under the couch setting it beside him. “Whenever you want to look at them” she stated while finally sitting to eat her late dinner, she reached into her coat pocket to take out a bottle of pills and dropped one on top of her rice. Causing Logan to stare and inspect his food. “I didn’t drug yours. It’s my sleeping pill, I have to eat something with it and this just makes it easier”

You don’t need them, sweetheart. Just focus on my heartbeat. That’ll calm you down

Sometimes it’s as fast as jackrabbit, Lo. Are you sure it’ll work?

You’ve said the pills make yea sick in the morning. Even more drowsy. This will work and if not, I’ll help you find alternatives

Okay, love. You know I trust you

Logan’s heart started to ache for what he lost in his timeline and Y/N felt the mood shift as they sat together eating. She wanted to comfort him but didn’t want to over step in any way.

After some time and a little clean up, Y/N went to bed once she got the foldable bed ready for Logan. Leaving him with a box of pictures alone to go through. He didn’t right away and stayed in the bed trying to sleep but wanting to know what this world’s Logan was like to these two important people in his life was itching his brain.

A lot of the Polaroids were blurry and could tell those looking that the young photographer was just learning how to use it. Then they got clearer and Laura would mainly take pictures of Y/N with her because she didn’t mind it. But there was several of Logan both pissed that he’s being photographed and the occasional one where he’s admiring Y/N.

Then there’s a few, like three Polaroids…where her Logan had taken them. One of her sleeping on his chest, another with just the two of them, then one of Y/N in a window holding Laura as she slept. The back of it had some writing on it…

Who I’m fighting for

Logan couldn’t help but feel the pain that Y/N could’ve possibly—-and most likely did feel when she read that a moment after her Logan passed. It made sense why she sobbed when reuniting with Laura.

This kept him awake for a while longer until he finally let sleep take over.

More into the night is when Y/N woke through a haze hearing heavy breathing. The apartment was small even with a one bedroom so she could hear everything regardless of her mutation. She pulled herself out of the bed grabbing the oversized flannel off her chair to slip on so she wouldn’t be in just a tank top and shorts when investigating.

It was obvious what was happening when Y/N drew close to Logan’s tossing form. She carefully moved the box of Polaroid off the bed before bringing herself beside him.

“Logan…” Y/N whispers watching him grip onto the sheets and the smallest glint of metal revealing itself. “Logan it’s just a nightmare”

He wasn’t coming out of it and Y/N knew what could happen next. She then decided to risk it and do what she used to do for him.

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“Logan it’s okay…you’re okay, nothing is harming anyone you love” Y/N whispers, resting her head on Logan’s chest that was once rising and falling at an unbearable speed. But the second her head rested on it, it slowed. “You’re okay…we’re okay…I’m okay…”

Once Logan calmed, he brought his arms around her sighing. He pressed his lips onto the top of her head feeling her relax against him.

“You just…know how to bring me back”

“I’ll always find a way to bring you back, Lo. Even if it kills me”

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The second her head rested on his chest, Logan relaxed and the small hint of his claws coming out retracted back. He didn’t wake but he finally relaxed.

“You’re okay, Lo” Y/N whispers rubbing circles on his chest feeling his body relax beneath her. “Everything is going to be okay”

She let the exhaustion take her from the day and found herself fast asleep on him. The steady of his breathing and his heartbeat calmed her…calmed all the sounds she’s been overwhelmed with…

This has been happening for a while. Logan sleeping over and Y/N helping him sleep. She would normally slip out of his embrace during an early hour of the day so he wouldn’t notice. But after the first five times, he’s noticed. He didn’t want to say anything because he enjoyed it. Especially the one time she didn’t get up early and remained there peacefully, giving Logan a chance to admire her while she slept.

They both missed this with their universe’s other…but there was also more than their other had

The most recent time it happened, it was extra difficult to get Logan to fall back asleep with his claws still retracted. That when Logan woke in the morning, disappointed she wasn’t there…he realized shortly why when Y/N handed him coffee and her arm was bandaged. You can’t lie to Logan. You can try but it won’t work. He knows he cut her by accident and it was her first time but her first time with this Logan.

“I’m sorry…” Logan randomly told her when he accompanied her and Wade on a job. The two of them taking look out after Wade insisted ‘he got this’

“Nightmares are scary things, Logan. We all do things when we have them”

“I…You’ve never had them with me around” Logan whispered. “Or least when I’ve been around…”

“I guess I’ve been sleeping better…have been taking my sleeping pills less” Y/N knew the blush on her complexion was giving her away on how she felt and Logan tried so hard to ignore it but the tips of his ears burned red. “What’s taking Wade so long? I can’t hear any fighting or—-“

“Smell any blood. Should we—-“ Logan was cut off by the sound of an explosion as he instinctively covered Y/N who covered her ears until she felt alright to release. “Fucking moron”

“Awww thanks for the new nickname, peanut” Wade cheers strutting out of the now burning building with one less arm. He noticed their position and couldn’t help the smirk on his face. “So!” Ignoring the current fire. “Are you two coming to my party later? Al says she found cocaine but knowing her she probably had Mary Puppins sniff some questionable white bags so it could actually end up being meth”

“I don’t think the poor pup is an efficient drug sniffing dog” Y/N commented as she went into her bag to put her headphones on. “Besides. I’d love to but I have another job later”

“You uh need a hand?” Logan asked, sensing the devilish smirk on Wade’s face resulting in him unsheathing his claws making him hold his hands up.

“I was instructed to take it on alone…but I’ll be alright. Usually am” Y/N reassures. “You’re still…allowed to be in my apartment if you don’t want to be at the party for the whole thing”

“Oh he’s gonna stay. Yukio is gonna do tarot readings” Wade wrapped his baby arm around Logan, enticing a growl out of the man.

Y/N rolled her eyes with a smile before throwing her backpack on. “Just don’t get into too much trouble, Wade. I hate talking to the landlord for you” and with that said, she left the two to clean up whatever mess there could be after what Wade did.

The party was a bit much. Logan was starting to get frustrated even if he sat on the couch with Dogpool watching everybody get drunk, have their tarots read, and listen to more of Wade’s sex stories. He wasn’t doing much but nursing a beer and think about her. She’s been on his mind for much longer than when she said she was doing a job solo. He was going to take that night as an opportunity to admit to feelings he’s felt much longer than the time Y/N first helped him with his nightmares.

She’s always been patient with him when he was standoff-ish in the beginning.

She kept her cool when he’d yell out his frustration

She never hesitated to give him answers to any questions he had about her Logan or Laura

She always listens. Never pushes her thoughts.

She’s there whenever you need her.

Every Logan will love every Y/N out there…

Mary Puppins suddenly stirred beside Logan which he normally didn’t care about given she can do what she pleases. But she jumped off the couch and instantly went to the door starting to scratch it. Given the hour it was, 2AM, Wade was plastered and couldn’t take her out so he decided to do it himself.

Once the pup was strapped in her harness and leash, Logan opened the door only for Puppins to lunge forward and toward something that only made him grumble with the force she was giving.

“Calm down, bub. We’ll get outside soon” Logan sighs shutting the door behind him and stilling for a moment when he heard footsteps. He quickly scoops up Mary Puppins and hesitantly approaches the stairs.

If it wasn’t Mary Puppins in his arms, he’d drop everything. Instead he carefully set her down before quickly approaching Y/N and her fragile state.

“What happened?” Logan frowns hearing his heartbeat rapid in his ears as he tried to remain calm even if her currently bleeding state wasn’t helping.

“A lot. I…I wanna sleep”

“No, bub. You’re bleedin’ we gotta stop it…or—“ Logan froze when Y/N collapsed in his arms and he didn’t hesitate to yell for Wade.

It’s been an annoyingly anxiety inducing couple of hours in the ER, then the waiting room. Logan sat beside Wade who kept dozing off every now and then because of the booze in his system but at least Mary Puppins in his arm licked his face to perk him up. Logan’s leg wouldn’t stop bouncing and the scowl on his face became more permanent expression until he heard any news.

In a panic, Laura quickly entered the waiting room scanning the room and locking eyes with Logan before approaching.

“What happened?!”

“A job gone wrong. It happens.” Wade yawns rubbing his eyes and once he got the sleepiness out of them he was met with an identical glare from Laura that matched the one on Logan’s. “What? She passed out before we got details, angel babies. We won’t know more until she wakes up. What I said is the best you’re gonna get” he sighed turning himself toward the reader of this story. “Afraid if I say more. I’ll traumatize the nurses over my baby limbs more than the amount of blood that escapes my hot bod”

Now as the four of them wait, with the occasional letting the pup out to do her business, Logan couldn’t help but think of when he lost his Y/N.

It wasn’t like with the rest of the X-Men, but if some of the X-Men were still alive. They would say it’s the reason he left in the first place

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“What do you mean she didn’t leave the building?!” Logan shouted at Scott only to leave the plane in a hurry back to the scene.

“Jean stop hi—-“

“No”

“Jean.”

“Scott, let him go” Ororo sided with Jean in the silent agreement of he needs to see for himself.

The smell of her blood stained his senses the closer he got to it. Why didn’t they try and save her? What did she say to them?

Instead of those questions piercing a thought in his mind, Logan found Y/N barely hanging on and the only reason they didn’t pull her out because if they did…she would only die instantly and she needed him. For one last moment.

“No…No no no…Y/N, baby” Logan’s voice cracked at the sight as he dropped to his knees trying to figure out a way to cut through the beams that were piercing her in several places. “Baby I-I’m gonna…I-I…I-I’ll get you out. Yeah I will…”

“Lo…p-please…we both know—-“

“No! I can’t. I-I can’t lose y-you” He sobbed, this man with a rough exterior sobbed and it only broke her heart as she reached for him. Feeling his cheek gently place itself in her palm. “Please…D-Don’t leave me”

“I love you. I love you so m-much” Y/N winced feeling the pain subside but only in that direction. “Y-You…y-ou’ll find me…a-again…p-promise”

“Y/N…” Logan sobbed gripping her wrist and focusing on her breathing that started to slow. “I love you. Fuck I love you so much. I didn’t say it enough. I-I love you.” He cried watching the love of his life wither.

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But this wasn’t happening again.

Laura laid her head on the side of Y/N’s bed with Logan’s jacket draped over her as she occupied the chair by her bed. While Logan sat in the one in the far corner. Wade had to bring Mary Puppins home and tell those who stayed the night after a drunken party that Y/N pulled through.

What happened was Y/N took another job for the same guy that her job with Wade and Logan came from. But the purpose of it being solely only her was to trap her and force information out of her on the regenerative properties the two have. She knows very little about the properties because Wade doesn’t know how his manifested and Logan’s don’t need a rocket scientist to figure out. They thought they hit the gold mine when capturing her but instead while they met their inevitable end, Y/N gotten beaten and physical broken in the process.

Which explains the sling made for collar bone fractures on her, and the bandaging around her torso for more than just internal bleeding but to stabilize the broken ribs. The bruises and cuts littered are self explanatory.

The only plus side to all of this in her case was how sterile and quiet a private hospital room is.

All Y/N heard were their heartbeats and how fast they were going given her current state.

“I’m…n-not dying. You can calm just a little bit” Y/N sighed out, hearing the quick shuffling indicating Logan practically shot out of his chair approaching her other side while Laura gently rested her hand on Y/N’s that was rested on her stomach. “I’m okay sweet girl” she reassured taking her hand into hers as she finally opened her eyes wincing slightly at the light and her shifting only to feel the extent of her injuries. “T-That goes for you too, Lo…I’m okay.”

“Your injuries say otherwise” Logan frowns sitting on the edge of the bed watching Laura hesitantly climb into the bed after Y/N ushered her to do so. “Don’t…don’t let her move too much, kid”

“Worrywart. She’s fine.” Y/N let her lay beside her as Laura was always mindful of injuries and didn’t mess with any of the tubes she was connected to.

She was in the hospital for three days. Laura stayed for two and went back to Y/N’s apartment to clean it up for when she comes back. Including getting her prescriptions and things. Logan stayed for all three days. She wanted him to stay for all three days.

“You okay on the pull out bed?” Y/N tried to help make the bed with the one arm but Logan quickly and gently took the part of the blanket out of her hand. “I can still help”

“You broke your collarbone on the left side, sweetcheeks. You ain’t lifting a finger even if five are out of commission” Wade tugged too much on his side resulting in a grumble from Logan and Laura to push him away.

“I’m okay on the couch bed, mo—-Y/N” Laura couldn’t help the embarrassed blush to rise on her cheeks for almost calling Y/N mom in front of others. Even if that’s what she is to her.

Wade being Wade was about to comment until Y/N glared at him before tiredly making her way to her room. Logan hesitantly follows, letting Laura boss Wade around to help her finish making the bed even if he’s already messed up.

“So uh. She’s staying on the couch bed so I’ll go back to Wa—-“

“You can sleep with me…” Y/N had her back turned to him which she was grateful given the blush that started to spread. “I’ll be bounded to one side since I have to be sleeping sitting up. Plenty of space for another body”

“I don’t…I don’t want to hurt you any further by accident”

“I promise you…you won’t hurt me” She frowns reaching for another pillow, only for Logan to stop her and do it himself.

Once the night stilled and Wade was sleeping on the floor while Laura took the bed…Logan laid awake beside Y/N’s still form occasionally glancing over to make sure she’s still breathing. As much as she was saved and alive, he couldn’t help the fear aching in his chest that she would disappear right before him.

The second he shut his eyes, they instantly shot open causing him to quickly look at her seeing her breathing heavy and tears were rolling down her cheeks.

“Y/N—-“ Logan quickly maneuvered on the bed to be sat on his knees by her side. Resting his hand on her face watching her face grimace and her eyes remain close. “Y/N, baby it’s a nightmare—-“

“P-Please…Please don’t take them from me again” She begged, still in her unconscious state as the tears kept coming her body tensed at first when she felt another hand rest on her other cheek. But suddenly relaxed and sobbed more while she opened her eyes. “Logan…everything is too loud”

Logan frowns wiping away her tears letting his body relax beside her and bringing her close while minding her injuries. The sense of protectiveness he emitted brought an old familiar warm feeling in Y/N’s chest as she looked up at him with a pleading expression.

“Just focus on my heartbeat, that’ll calm you down” He whispers being mindful of the noise happening inside her head as she rests her head on his shoulder keeping her eyes on him. “Breathe…just listen. Focus on that” he relaxed himself enough so his heart wouldn’t be pounding in her ears.

But the second she focused and started to finally relax after the nightmare, Y/N shut her eyes letting the last of the tears fall.

“I’ve got you. I’ve got you” He whispers to her bringing his lips to her forehead hearing a soft sigh escape her lips.

“Logan…”

“Hm? What is it, princess?”

“Please don’t leave me”

“I’m not going anywhere”

[webism]

KINKTOBER DAY ELEVEN: wax play with sukuna

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what a fuckin dweeb he is. another short one i apologise

sukuna doesn't know how to be normal about wax play. you've taught him the ins-and-outs, shown him what body-safe candles to buy and how to drip them so each searing splatter against your skin feels more heavenly than the last, you even tested it out on him first—let him feel the melted wax against his chest and abs for a taste of what you'd be in store for.

but no, he insists on being weird about it. he will melt down ten candles and pool them together in a bowl so he's got a larger canvas to work with. and then he ties your naked body down to the bed, dips his entire hand into the wax and drags his burning palm down your body.

he will cup his hand under the wax, pool as much of it as he can into his palm and then lift your knee so he can watch hot wax run down your thigh. he always picks the candles with the red wax too, and you doubt his favoured colour is a coincidence—not with how crazy the sight of it against your skin drives him.

and sure, you can't think of much at all when his cock is buried so deep inside of you hat you're seeing stars. but sukuna will coat his hand in wax and bring it, still dripping, to the side of your face to direct your gaze to him. his red-coated thumb pushing at your lips—he'd force a few waxy fingers into your mouth if you'd let him. god he loves the sight.

sometimes he just gets you to do the same, to coat your smaller hand in wax and wipe over his body, his face, his cock. to be covered just as you are, both coated in what should be painful but is instead narcotic... it sends him thoughtless.

and so he, in turn, sends you thoughtless with his cock as he drips hot wax over your body. rubs it into your skin with heated hands and watches as it pools in the dips and shapely parts of your frame. makes you cum as he pours it over you, in hopes that you'll eventually link the scalding red with blinding pleasure.

but of course, because he has to make it weird, he will try and lick it off you after.

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[ultram0th]

December 04: Alessandro Cavagnola

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Muscular model Alessandro Cavagnola was attempting to do something festive for his OnlyFans account by getting more into the Christmas spirit. The hunk opted to do a sort of tree decorating live video, where he would place ornaments on his plastic tree that was in his living room— and he was clad in the tightest boxer briefs that were perfectly suctioned to his body. They showed off every curve of his plump bubble butt and they showcased his impressive package. His large, round pectorals hung over his chiseled abs, and whenever he grabbed an ornament of the box on the floor, Alessandro not-so-subtly would flex a bowling ball-sized bicep for the camera.

Alessandro’s plan worked! Out of the corner of his eye, he could see that there were tons of adoring fans who were lusting over his holiday livestream, each one of them eager to see his plump muscled body.

A confident smirk on his sexy face, Alessandro bent over flirtatiously as he reached inside the box for another ornament. He even gave his bubble butt a little wiggle, loving the chiming notifications that pinged out from his computer.

Alessandro paused when he spotted an ornament that he didn’t recognize, grabbing it and pulling it up to his face to examine it. The piece in question was an ornament in the shape of a muscle man who flexed a large bicep. He was clad in skimpy briefs and had a wide smile on his painted face. The artist had paid extra attention to the chest muscles and even crafted a large lump in the man’s groin area.

Alessandro couldn’t help but chuckle, figuring that he must’ve bought the ornament and then forgotten. After all, a muscle man tree decoration would help his theme. He held the glass man up in front of the camera for his viewers to see.

“Kind of looks like me, right?” Alessandro asked in his deep baritone, throwing up his free arm to flex a bicep just like the ornament. As he posed, a cold air blew over the room. The sudden chill caused the hunk’s skin to erupt in goosebumps and his nipples to perk up.

The unexpected sensation also caused the muscle man to accidentally drop the ornament, sending it shattering onto the hardwood floor.

“Damn it,” Alessandro hissed under his breath, stepping away from the shattered glass at his feet. He looked back up towards his webcam and gave a sheepish grin. “Shit happens. Gotta find a replacement.” He shrugged his broad shoulders.

His first instinct was to go grab the broom to clean up the mess real quick, but his thoughts were quickly distracted when his seven inch cock immediately rocketed to life. Alessandro felt as if his already impressive libido was cranked up to an obscene level as his cock throbbed like crazy in front of the camera, creating an obvious tent in his skintight boxer briefs. His hard perky nipples burned with want, and his skin began to tingle.

He opened his mouth to wonder what was going on, but all that came out was a deep moan.

Alessandro’s confusion deepened when he felt himself throw up his right arm to flex his bowling ball-sized bicep again. It was something he’d done unconsciously and without any say so on his end; but his confusion quickly morphed into panic when he realized that he couldn’t stop holding his pose.

No matter how hard he tried, the muscled hunk’s heart began to beat faster in his beefy chest when he couldn’t drop his arm. Alessandro strained his muscles as hard as he could, but his large bicep wouldn’t budge. It was stuck in its impressive pose, made all the more worrisome when Alessandro discovered that he couldn’t move the rest of his body at all. His feet were superglued in place and his meaty pecs weren’t heaving as they should’ve been due to his rapid breathing. His hard cock still stuck out in front of him despite his horror, which was mixed with an intense horniness.

The hunk felt his mouth stretch out into a goofy grin that was alight with zeal as opposed to fearful.

The tingling sensation over his skin grew stronger by the second, leaving it looking almost glossy. It even began to reflect the bright lights from the Christmas tree, getting harder and harder.

Alessandro felt his center of gravity drastically shift. The room appeared to stretch outwards and up, as if it were rapidly growing all around him. However, despite his frazzled panic, Alessandro knew that the room wasn’t growing, but that he was shrinking.

The muscleman watched as the room looked larger and larger as he got smaller, until the shrinking finally stopped. Based off the way he was staring directly at the base of his table in his living room, he estimated that he couldn’t have been taller than six inches or so.

His flexed muscles hardened, solidifying his single biceps pose. As a final touch, he felt his still hard cock freeze up too, leaving the stud permanently flexing and hard… and incredibly turned on despite how freaked out he was. 

Alessandro couldn’t see that the webcam managed to pivot lower so that his audience gained a full, uninterrupted view of his transformation into a sexy, muscleman Christmas tree ornament. The smiling, hard ornament sat right where the muscle stud had stood a few minutes ago, perpetually flexing and hard.

Alessandro could hear the chat sound off, his viewers gawking and gushing over how hot of a Christmas ornament he made and how they hoped that this would be an annual event for the muscle stud…

[writers-potion]

In my previous post, we talked about how the "B" sound can evoke a sense of brutality. On the other hand, the "b" sound can be used to add comedic effect.

When to use "b" sounds

In funny scenes

When writing slapstick and comedy

To show a drunken or clumsy person's movements

To hint at a character's obesity without spelling it out

To emphasize the plumpness or roundness of objects

For scenes of brutal violence

Words with comedic element:

bumble, stumble, bungle, slob, jumble, fumble, embarrass, imbibe, blush, shambles, slobber, gobble, bolb, burlesque, gamboll, buffon

Words that hint at round shapes:

ball, globe, barrel, tub, knob, basket, baggy, billow, bubble, bowl, breast, bosom, bust, butt, belly, big, abs, flabby, obese

Other related words:

badger, rub, snub, stub, bicker, drab, habit, body, broom, hob, gob, robe, ramble, amble, bone, begin, rubber, boat, bald, boil, baby, barge, bundle, brown, blue, bow, browse, object

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[oscconfessions]

And immm blueeee toooooooooo

[abigails-gf]

would you write something fluffy about dancing with abby in the kitchen? like you’re making breakfast, playing soft music and she wakes up and distracts you from cooking to sway to the music and be all lovey 💝

abby anderson x f!reader.

a/n: hi anon! this was so cute! this one is short, but it's so cute. i love reading and writing about everyday moments with abby. :(( i hope you like what i did with your request! by the way, i'm sorry for taking so long to answer requests. let's just say i'm in a bit of a writer's block... not so fun, but i'm trying to write for some short requests like this one to get back into it. oh, and thank you so much for the love on mama!abby. it truly means so much to me. thank you, thank you all! 🫶🏻🫧🫧

you and abby often spent saturday mornings in bed, cuddling. you woke up before her that morning, and decided to make her breakfast. it had been a while since you surprised her with something.

you turned on the radio, made yourself something to drink before opening the fridge and getting the butter and an egg out, gathering all the needed ingredients for you to bake cookies. you preheated the oven before starting to put the ingredients in the bowl. first, the butter, then the sugar, the egg— a touch of vanilla, because why not?

you continued to mix the ingredients into the bowl, humming to the various songs that played. you were about to grab the chocolate chips from the counter when abby took them, handing them to you. you looked up at her, a soft smile on her lips. her hair was down, falling on freckled shoulders. you took the small bag from her hands. she leaned down to kiss your cheek, quickly moving behind you to hug you. "good morning, baby", she whispered in your neck.

"you're awake early today, mmh?" you smiled as you felt her lips on your nape. "mhm. wanted to bring you breakfast in bed, but guess not."

abby rested her head on your shoulder, opening her mouth for you to put a chocolate chip in. you ate one yourself before picking one and bringing it to her lips. "thank you, angel." she kissed your cheek.

you got away from abby's embrace, making her pout. she helped you make small balls of cookie dough, placing them on the parchment paper. you were making your own cookie ball when you caught abby eating some of the cookie dough. "abigail." she looked at you, eyes wide, fingers in her mouth. "what? s'not my fault it's so good." you chuckled and shook your head. she took some dough on her fingers from the bowl. "open."

you sucked on her index, looking into her eyes. "mhm." she grinned. "mhm? see? it's good." you nodded. she kissed your forehead. "it'll be even better when cooked."

you put the tray in the oven, closing it. abby wiped her hands before pulling you towards her, her arms around your waist. you wrapped your arms around her neck, looking at her. you two started moving around the kitchen to the rhythm of the love song playing on the radio. abby took one of your hands in hers, her other hand resting on your lower back. you two smiled at each other, lost in each other's eyes.

you leaned in, softly kissing abby's lips. she returned the kiss, holding you closer to her. she kissed your neck, biting a little. "abs, stop." you chuckled, feeling her tongue on your skin. "what? not doin' anything."

she traced her lips up your jaw until your lips; she kissed you passionately this time. one of her hands went under your t-shirt while the other got dangerously close to your butt. you cupped her face, smiling against her lips when you heard her moan a little into the kiss. at this point, you two weren't dancing anymore; you were just making out in your kitchen, standing, pressed against each other.

a smell caught your attention — "oh, fuck!" you let out, pulling away from your girlfriend, walking to the oven. you had forgotten to set a timer. you quickly turned off the oven, opening its door. the smell of burnt cookies filled the room. "no..." you put on a glove and took the tray out of the oven, putting it on the counter for abby to see.

all the cookie dough balls you had made were now just black little pieces. abby looked at you. "i'm sorry, baby. sorry", she said, kissed your head, wrapping her arms around you. "i wanted to make you breakfast and it backfired. i'm so sorry, abs."

abby smiled softly before picking up a small piece of what was supposed to be a cookie. you barely had time to speak before she ate it. "abby, no. come on, it's disgusting." she shook her head. "no, it's not." she grimaced a little as she swallowed. "okay, yes. it is. but it's not your fault, angel."

"how about this: we get dressed and go have breakfast downtown? and we'll make cookies this afternoon? i'll make sure not to distract you and be focused", she proposed. "sounds good."

you gave her a small peck on the lips. "alright. i'm gonna go shower, wanna come?" she smirked.

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@lesbian-useless

[angelicha1ley]

bowlquet!

[space-station-nursery]

◜ 🍪𓂃 Cookies for Santa ‧ 🎅🏻◞

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Its Christmas eve!! Now's the time where you prepare everything you can for Santa 🥛 Make this Christmas a little special and bake some delicious homemade cookies! Note: This recipe requires 🔥

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★﹒┊Ingredients⁔⁔

Prep time: 15 mins Cooking time: 10 mins

¾ cup butter - softened

¾ cup brown sugar

¼ cup sugar

1 teaspoon vanilla

1 egg

2 cups flour

1 teaspoon baking soda

½ teaspoon salt

1 small box instant vanilla pudding mix – dry - not prepared (one 3.4 ounce box, it must be INSTANT – not cook and serve, etc)

1 cup semi sweet chocolate chips, white chocolate chips, and red and green M&Ms

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★﹒┊Instructions⁔⁔

⧼ 1 ⧽ In a large bowl, whisk your butter, brown sugar, and white sugar for 1-2 minutes until fluffy [creaming the butter]. Then add in your vanilla and egg, and mix it well!

⧼ 2 ⧽ Take a second bowl, and whisk your dry ingredients: flour, vanilla pudding mix, baking soda, and salt. DO NOT add in your candy at this step.

⧼ 3 ⧽ Slowly, begin to mix your dry ingredients into your wet mix until fully integrated!! Stir in half of your chocolate chips into the mix, then let your mix chill for 1 hour

⧼ 4 ⧽ Preheat the oven to 350, and lightly spray your baking sheet. Begin to roll your dough into small balls [no bigger than a gold ball] and place on the prepared baking sheet. Gently press the rest of your chocolate chips and the M&Ms into the cookie dough balls!

⧼ 5 ⧽ 🔥 Bake for 9-12 minutes until cookies are set but still slightly underdone. Allow to cool for at least 10 minutes on the baking sheet, then remove them from the sheet to allow full cooling!

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★﹒┊And you're done!⁔⁔

You have officially made the softest and sweetest cookies a cutie can offer. If you make these, send an ask, or tag us in your pictures! If you don't, that's ok too, pass it along and maybe we'll find someone who'll enjoy it!!

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[rafeysbafey]

✮ MY SHIRT, YOUR SHIRT —RAFE CAMERON

SUMMARY. rafe notices you at a party and is there to take you home when you aren’t feeling well.

WARNINGS. soft(ish)!rafe, drinking, language, fluff

WORD COUNT. 1.5k

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you swayed your hips to the blasting music that seemed to consume your every thought, not being able to hear sarah as you only nodded absently when she spoke.

you could however understand her when she passed you a shot, a grin plastered on the girls face as she threw her head back.

you followed after, letting the strong liquid burn your throat before falling into sarah’s side—the two of you holding each other as giggles fell from your lips.

“topper!” you shouted, noticing the boy that had been eyeing sarah the entire night.

when she furrowed her eyebrows together, giving you a confused look, you took hold of her shoulders and spun her around.

she gave you a cheeky grin before pointing at him, raising her eyebrows in a questioning manner.

you quickly nodded before pushing her through the crowd, letting her approach the boy as they immediately started chatting.

you spun on your heel and made your way through the crowd, on the search for more drinks after feeling quite content with playing cupid.

a very drunk cupid, but it’s the thought that counted.

you quickly found yourself in the kitchen, rummaging through the fridge as you hummed to yourself—mindlessly following the beat to the music that had faded to the background.

your eyes landed on an unopened seltzer can, taking it in your hands before slamming the fridge shut.

you were about to crack it open but froze when your vision clouded, black spots appearing in your line of sight.

your feet seemed to stumble over one another, your hands falling onto the counter as the drink rolled across the marble.

before you could balance yourself and go find sarah, you felt your body go limp and fall slump towards the ground.

bracing yourself to make contact with the floor beneath, you closed your eyes and waited for it to happen.

instead, you felt your body make contact with a stiff chest whose arms wrapped around your figure, not wasting time to drag you away.

‘just perfect’ you thought to yourself before you completely blacked out.

. . .

you woke up to the sun blanketing over your eyes, a groan falling from your lips as you pulled the covers over your body.

‘covers?’

your eyes shot open as you forced yourself to sit up, a whimper escaping your mouth at the jolt of pain that ran through your body.

your head felt like it was previously used as a bowling ball, eyes straining to be kept open as you let them observe your surroundings.

the room you sat in felt familiar, but not in a way you had hoped.

deciding you needed to leave, you tossed the covers off your body and swung your legs over the side.

before your feet had the chance to make contact with the floor, they fell on something more…human.

“fuck!” someone groaned, causing you to jolt up in surprise.

before you could have time to process what was happening, the person you wanted to see least had appeared from the floor.

rafe cameron.

you had been close friends with sarah for a while now, practically living at tannyhill with how much time you spent there.

so you were bound to run into her older brother—the big scary kook king everyone feared and or hated.

he was never particularly mean to you, he would just throw you looks or little witty comments whenever you would get in his way.

so you made it your goal to not cross him—although you did find him cute.

the boy was attractive, yes, but his reputation and attitude towards others was a big turn off for you.

or at least that’s what you kept reminding yourself.

“wha- what the fuck are you doing here?” you sputtered out, not realizing how harsh you had sounded.

the boy let out a dry chuckle as he pushed himself off the floor, your eyes landing on his bare torso.

his prominent abs were on full display, your eyes trailing down to his hips that were covered in grey sweats.

his happy trail disappeared beneath the fabric, causing you to gulp as you forced yourself to look back up.

‘fuck i was looking too long.’

“this is my room, darling” he spoke, voice raspy as a small smirk made its way to his lips.

your stomach couldn’t help but form butterflies, your throat now feeling dry as you tried to form words.

“can you just— just put on a shirt,” you spat, trying to mask your flustered tone with annoyance but failed to do so.

“can’t” he shrugged, only causing you to scoff as you finally forced yourself to stand.

you wobbled slightly, finding stability by holding onto the night stand—your head spinning as your eyes squeezed shut.

“and why is that?” you asked, finally turning towards rafe as your lips curled into a frown, eyebrows bunched together in annoyance.

“you’re wearing it, darling.”

your eyes went wide as your mouth dropped slightly, head finally titling down to view the fabric that covered your upper half.

it was in fact, his shirt.

“did you see me naked?!” were the first words that rushed out of your mouth, worry setting in at the thought of rafe cameron seeing you without clothes.

he let out a groan as he ran a hand over his face, rafe probably hungover as well now that you thought about it.

“you passed out at the party—don’t know if you remember but i was the one that saved your ass from hitting the ground,” he said causing you to squint your eyes.

unfortunately, you could not remember anything after your first shot last night.

“so i decided to take you home—let you sleep in sarah’s room,” he explained before waving his hand in the air, “but you’re obviously not in her room.”

you nodded slowly, allowing him to continue as he chewed on your bottom lip.

“you woke up briefly and threw up on yourself—well, on your dress,” he said causing your face to fall red.

“oh my god,” you mumbled, putting your head in your hands as you prayed this was all a dream.

“so i brought you to my room to get changed, i didn’t see much—just you in your bra and underwear,” he added, a soft blush appearing on his features but you didn’t see.

“but before i could take you back to her room, you knocked out on my bed.”

you finally found the courage to look up at him, making eye contact as you gulped in embarrassment.

“so you…you what? slept on the floor?”

he let out a laugh, causing you to frown as he spoke—“i mean, it is still my room.”

it felt like there was a pit of guilt in your stomach, now realizing he slept on the floor last night because of you.

“im sorry,” you mustered out, swallowing your courage as the boy furrowed his eyebrows.

“i could care less where i sleep, im just glad i was there to take you home instead of some creep.”

he was right—you let sarah leave you alone with strangers surrounding you, which now in your sober state, made you shudder.

unbeknownst to you though, rafe didn’t just so happen to be in the kitchen when you passed out.

he had actually been watching you the entire night, no matter how creepy it sounds—you were his little sisters friends, and sure he found you pretty.

okay, rafe had a small crush on you. although he would never admit it, he made it his goal to not let a single thing happen to you at the party.

“is uh, sarah back?” you mumbled, wanting to change the subject as quickly as possible.

“i heard her stumble in shortly after we got back, topper drove her home.”

you hummed quietly at this information, nodding before awkwardly scratching the back of your neck.

“ill just…just go.”

you moved to the door as quickly as possible, but before you could turn the knob, rafe cleared his throat.

‘oh god what now?’ you thought, turning around slowly to meet his gaze.

“yes?”

“my shirt,” he said, a small grin on his face as your eyes widened.

“oh shit—yea, shit,” you sputtered out, quickly going to pull the fabric over your head but froze when he let out a laugh.

“not right now!”

you yanked the shirt back down, face a dark red as you gulped once again, “i knew that.”

you opened the door and stumbled out as fast as possible, slamming it shut behind you before groaning lowly.

“that did not just happen,” you mumbled to yourself, running your hands over your face before making your way to sarah’s room.

a/n: the scene at the end was supposed to be a kissing booth reference lol lol lol lol

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

Crack That Whip: Chaggie & Hazbins

Slight Puppy Love reference.

Vaggie: (wearing a pair of black jogger sweatpants with the cuffs rolled up to her knees and a sports bra) Are you sure you want to do this, babe? You're not really much of a fighter. (Hastily) Which I love about you.

Charlie: (drooling and giving little puppy pants at the sight of Vaggie's abs, shoulders, and traps) I wanna lick you so bad right now...

Vaggie: (stretching and warming up) What was that, hun?

Charlie: This is the best way I can learn how!

Angel: (sitting on a bench with a bowl of popcorn) Nice save, Toots.

Husker: (hosting a betting pool) Place your bets. How long will the Princess last?

Cherri: (takes a handful of popcorn) Put twenty hellbucks on her lasting one minute.

Charlie: I know I'm not much of a fighter. Adam wiping the floor with me proved that. I want to at least be able to hold my own in the future if that ever happens again.

Inner Sin - Lust: (growling) And if we can get scissors between those molten caramel thighs, all the better~

Charlie: (mentally) Shut up, Lust! Now is not the time!

Vaggie: (completely oblivious to Charlie's inner steuggle) Alright, if you say so. Just.... tap twice if you yield.

Charlie: Wait. What?

Vaggie: (lunges forward, grabs Charlie's shirt, leans back while shoving her foot into Charlie's hip, flips them over, and pins Charlie down while cutting off the blood flow using her own shirt collar)

Charlie: (getting lightheaded/swimming as dark circles encroach on her vision and taps Vaggie's thigh twice)

Vaggie: (releases her hold and scrambles to her feet, holding her hand out to help) Oh. Shit! Charlie, are you okay?????

Charlie: I'm good! I'm gooooood. Hmmmm.... (grows tail and swipes at Vaggie's wrist)

Vaggie: (Catches the tail and uses it to roll Charlie over, pinning her down to the mat with her knee) Nice try, babe. Don't think I wouldn't have this thing in mind.

Tail: (thrashing and trying desperately to wrap around any part of Vaggie's body)

Vaggie: Oh, no. You behave. (straightens out the flailing limb and cracks it through the air like a whip)

CRACK!!!

Charlie: (immediately groans filthily as her eyes pop red and her horns burst from her head) Mommy!~

Angel & Cherri: (drop their handfuls of popcorn and blushes) Mommy!

Husker: (dollar bills slip through his fingers) Mommy....

Emily: (watching the whole thing from the crystal ball in heaven, spits out her tea with a deep blush) M-M-Mommy!