#Proper Airflow

[hannahciara]

The Role of Exhaust Blowers in Industrial Ventilation Systems

In industrial settings, maintaining proper airflow is critical for worker safety, equipment efficiency, and air quality control. Exhaust blowers play a crucial role in industrial exhaust ventilation, ensuring the removal of contaminants, excess heat, and humidity from factories, warehouses, and commercial buildings. This blog explores the importance of factory blower systems and how they contribute to an effective HVAC exhaust fan setup.

Why Are Exhaust Blowers Essential in Industrial Ventilation?

1. Improving Air Quality

Factories and warehouses generate pollutants, including dust, smoke, and chemical fumes. An efficient industrial exhaust ventilation system equipped with exhaust blowers removes these contaminants, ensuring a safer work environment.

2. Temperature and Humidity Control

Industrial facilities often experience heat buildup due to heavy machinery. Factory blower systems help regulate temperature and humidity levels, preventing overheating and improving comfort for workers.

3. Preventing Equipment Damage

Excessive heat and airborne contaminants can cause machinery to degrade faster. HVAC exhaust fans help maintain an optimal working environment, extending the lifespan of equipment.

4. Regulatory Compliance

Many industries must adhere to air quality and workplace safety regulations. Installing a high-performance industrial exhaust ventilation system ensures compliance with OSHA and other regulatory standards.

Key Features to Look for in an Exhaust Blower

High CFM (Cubic Feet per Minute): Determines airflow capacity.

Durability: Heavy-duty construction for industrial use.

Energy Efficiency: Reduces operational costs.

Low Noise Operation: Minimizes workplace disturbances.

Easy Maintenance: Ensures long-term performance.

FAQs About Exhaust Blowers

1. How do I choose the right exhaust blower for my facility?

Consider factors like airflow requirements, static pressure, facility size, and specific contaminants present in the environment.

2. Can an exhaust blower be used in a high-temperature setting?

Yes, certain HVAC exhaust fans are designed to withstand extreme temperatures, but it’s important to choose a model rated for high-heat applications.

3. How often should industrial exhaust blowers be maintained?

Regular maintenance, including filter cleaning, motor inspection, and belt adjustments, should be done quarterly to ensure optimal performance.

4. What is the difference between an exhaust fan and an exhaust blower?

An exhaust fan moves air at low pressure, while an exhaust blower creates higher pressure airflow, making it more effective in industrial applications.

5. Can exhaust blowers help with energy efficiency?

Yes, modern factory blower systems are designed with energy-efficient motors that reduce power consumption while maintaining high performance.

Choose the Right Exhaust Blower for Your Business

If you're looking for a reliable industrial exhaust ventilation solution, explore our range of factory blower systems and HVAC exhaust fans. Contact us today for expert guidance on selecting the best exhaust blower for your facility.

[arrowheadsuperiorrefrigeration]

In the bustling world of commercial establishments, the efficient operation of beverage systems is paramount. Whether it’s a restaurant, bar, or café, a malfunctioning beverage system can lead to downtime, dissatisfied customers, and potential revenue loss. To ensure the seamless functioning of these systems, understanding common issues and employing quick troubleshooting methods is essential. This article serves as a comprehensive guide to troubleshooting beverage systems.

[sadgrrly02]

this weekends gonna be so cool

[amortsukii]

juno // the boys' fav positions

pairing. bob reynolds/sentry/void x f!reader | total wc. 1.2k | 18+

cw. sub!bob, breeding, dacryphilia? (sentry), choking (sentry & void), rough sex (void), slightly ooc void

short n' sweet collection. | masterlist. | request info.

— bob | cowgirl (wc. 336)

bob loves when you take control of him. it makes him feel loved, wanted, and worshipped for the first time in his life. you'll place kisses all across his upper body, hands tangling in his hair to gently tug his head back and expose more of his pretty pale neck. you'll whisper soft sweet praise— "you're such a pretty boy," "my good boy," "you're so handsome, bob," "i love you so much," — into his ear while you move your hips across his lap.

his cock slides in and out of you, slowly and deep as you bounce on him. most times you have sex it's unhurried, loving, and deliberate— you want him to know just how much he's loved.

bob's hands grip your hips, subtly aiding your bounces when your legs start to ache. and his head will dip down to meet your chest; kissing and sucking and biting tenderly on your breasts.

his noises are so so pretty. the cutest whimpers, raspiest groans, and loudest moans leaving his mouth despite his embarrassment and insistence to stay quiet. the pleasure is just too good— your pussy squeezing tight around him, quivering at the thickness of his cock. his tip prods so deep inside you, just about grazing your g-spot.

you moan out bob's name, wrapping your arms around him in a hug. he meets your lips in a love-filled kiss as tears gather in his eyes.

"feels so good, baby." he whines into your mouth, "i love you, hic, so much."

you just nod in agreement, too focused on chasing your pleasure to form a proper response. and when you finally come, squeezing and pulsing around him, your back arches and pushes your breasts right against his chest.

"oh, shit, 'm gonna cum— baby, baby, fuck, 'm cumming!"

he whimpers, hands grabbing at your waist as his hips thrust mindlessly up into you. he tries to pull out in time but you just plant your hips firmly onto his lap.

"come for me, pretty boy. inside."

— sentry | mating press (wc. 518)

sentry's favourite thing to do is test your limits. whether that be your patience, or your flexibility. he'll bend your body in ways that shouldn't be possible for a human. and his favoured way to do that is with a mating press.

stretching your legs back until your knees almost touch your face, calves resting on his shoulders, he'll roughly manhandle you to get the best position. only one of his hands hold him up, gripping the sheets beside your head, and you're ashamed to admit how much wetter you get at the display of his god-like strength. his other hand lightly grips your throat, fingers pressing into the sides and somewhat cutting off airflow.

cock sliding in and out of your wet heat, harsh slaps of skin meeting skin mix with the squelches and pants filling the room. your moans are loud, as are his grunts and whimpers.

"oh, fuck. sunshine, you're so— tight."

he leans down closer to your ear, blond hair falling into your eyes, as his thrusts speed up. his hand unconsciously tightens on your throat and you're bound to have marks show up there later.

"gonna let me fill you up? shit— w-want me to fill up this p-pretty pussy, huh?" he all but growls. you can't speak so you resort to nodding wildly, mouth dropping open in a silent scream when his hand slips from your throat to instead grab at your hair. he tugs your head up until you can meet his eyes, and he quickly leans down to capture your lips with his.

it's barely a kiss; sloppy and wet, teeth crashing and noses bumping.

"please! sentry, god, p-please fill me up. don't stop, need 'ur cum." you manage to whine, feeling the coil tighten in your abdomen until it snaps and you pulsate around his cock with a moaned "'m cumming!".

your moans quickly turn into sobs, tears streaking tracks of salt down your cheeks at the overstimulation as he just continues thrusting into you— chasing his own pleasure. to your shock, he leans further into you and licks his tongue up the tear stain. that's when his hand tightens in your hair and he comes... hard.

rope after hot rope of seed shooting into your walls as he moans your name. "oh, fuck! 's good, sweetheart, feels so good."

he doesn't stop; thrusting deeper as he just keeps coming, plugging his cum back into you as you feel it start to overspill.

he suddenly pulls back until he's sitting on his knees, and your legs are finally free of that relentless ache as they are peeled off of your sweaty shoulders. though he moves his hands to grip your calves, dragging them back over his own shoulders so your back is hovering over the mattress. you feel his cum drip out of you steadily at the new position, despite his thick cock still plugging you, and he starts gently thrusting again to push it all back in.

"fuck," he breathes, head tilting to press a loving kiss to the side of your shin, "love you so much, sunshine."

— the void | doggy (wc. 375)

void is possessive. when fucking, his hands will grip all over your body— leaving dark bruises and red marks on your soft skin for everyone to see. for people to know that you've been claimed, you're his.

grabbing at the flesh of your ass as he pounds you from behind might just be one of his favourite things in the entire universe. squeezing and kneading harshly there, or slapping it and leaving bright red handprints in his wake.

sometimes he'll lean over your body, shadowy figure pressed to the sweat of your back, and reach around to grasp one of your breasts in the roughness of his hand— kneading as he did to your ass not even seconds earlier. he'll roll your nipple through his fingers with a firm pinch, sending shocks of pleasure throughout your body.

when you get the courage to start moving your hips back to meet his thrusts, his hands quickly fly to your sides to manhandle your body on his own. void doesn't want you doing anything, just continue laying there for him to use.

that once perfect arch you had has now disappeared; you're half way collapsed onto the bed with your face smushed into a pillow and only his hands and subconscious powers holding up your bottom half. you can barely breathe, especially when a black slender hand slithers up your front to grab your neck, squeezing on the sides a lot rougher than sentry would.

when void comes, his thrusts are ruthless. fast and deep, repeatedly hitting spots inside you that you didn't even know exists, and he growls loudly as he finishes. his hands squeeze tighter— whether that be on your hips or breasts or even your neck (you swear you've passed out during sex more times than you can count).

he fills you, and it feels like hours until he stops. cum steadily drips from your pussy when he pulls out, and you properly collapse onto the mattress from the loss of your only support.

void doesn't do much in ways of aftercare— usually letting bob come back to do that sort of thing— but he always presses a kiss to the crown of your head with a whispered "rest well, my dearest." before leaving.

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[puppysuh]

POSITIONS 4 U .ᐟ ( nct 127 )

synopsis. different positions 127 guys would love to see you in. (featuring. johnny, yuta, jaehyun, mark, haechan)

rating. mature (minors + ageless blogs dni)

warnings. multiple positions, dirty talk (all), semi-choking (johnny), mentions of anal (haechan), religious imagery(?) (mark), oral sex, overstimulation (jaehyun), dubcon, rough sex (yuta)

author’s note. my first proper… thing (?) on tumblr. sorry if the formatting’s a little off, i’ve only ever been on freaky anime tumblr and they layouts are… very different. enjoy, and my ask box is always open if anyone wants to talk! also, thanks for the love on my first post 😓😓 that was my first time posting and i was #MegaNervous so i’m glad it was well liked! :)

ﾞ ʾ ╳ ˚ ˖ ࣪ JOHNNY ☆ #PRONEBONE

it just makes him feel so… powerful. he likes giving, so what better way to give to you than let you lay there on your tummy, completely helpless whilst he cages you in between his massive arms, keeping you trapped whilst he has his fun with your oh so needy pussy? 

“i know you like it, sweet girl,” he’d whisper in your ear, hips pistoning in and out of you at pace which can be described as nothing short of ruthless. “you like it when i rail you like this, princess?”

you can barely respond, not with the way his bicep is wrapped around your neck, cutting off your airflow and rendering you utterly helpless to him. “‘s good,” you gurgle, eyes flickering into the back of your head as you feel that all too familiar coil start to wind in your belly.

another thing johnny likes about this position is that he can feel all of you, including the way your gummy walls begin to spasm around his cock as you rapidly approach your orgasm. and because he’s the one in control, he won’t give it to you just yet, instead deciding to slow his harsh thrusts down into sensual grinds against the flesh of your ass. 

“not yet,” he whispers in your ear before leaving a fleeting kiss on the crown of your head. “‘m not done with this pussy just yet, princess.” 

ﾞ ʾ ╳ ˚ ˖ ࣪ YUTA ☆ #MATINGPRESS

yuta doesn’t have the highest sex drive. well, you don’t think he does; he rarely initiates, and whilst you don’t mind that, you just wished he’d be a little less reserved.

he has his moments, sure. a kiss that lingers a little too long, a hand creeping up your back whilst you’re pottering about in the kitchen, the sharp feeling of his chin on your shoulder and a warm kiss on your neck. it’s loving, but it’s not sexual, and you feel stuck. 

stuck, that is, until you change your approach. 

all yuta needed was a little push, a little bit of motivation to finally let his true feelings show. all you had to do was act like he didn’t exist, and suddenly, he’s all over you, trapping you so you can’t escape his undivided attention. 

“ignoring me was a bad idea.” his voice is level, but is actions are anything but. he has your ankles propped up onto his shoulders, arms braced on either side of your head as he ruthlessly thrusts into you. “is this what you wanted?”

you smile weakly, but as quickly as it appears, it’s immediately wiped off your face by yuta bending you even further. “‘m sorry, yuta-” 

“you’re not,” he grunts, eyes glued to the way your pussy swallows his agitated length. “you’re enjoying this.” 

you can’t reply to him, because the burn in your pelvis is damn near excruciating, and you can only whine out in jumbled pain and pleasure, your eyes crossing as you feel your brain begin to go fuzzy.

“yuta…” 

“don’t do it again.” you feel a small relief as he takes one ankle off of his shoulder and kisses it, a harsh juxtaposition to the way he relentlessly drills your pussy. “got it?” 

you sniff pathetically. “got it.”

ﾞ ʾ ╳ ˚ ˖ ࣪ JAEHYUN ☆ #69

jaehyun is the best eater he knows. his source? well, you of course. 

the man has nothing short of an oral fixation. you remember him telling you that he had a penchant for all things sweet, and whilst you thought he meant desserts, he was really talking about his sexual preferences. 

a good day for jaehyun is a day spent in between your legs, fingers and tongue glued to your pussy as they pull orgasm after orgasm out of you. it’s the epitome of everything he loves and believes in, and when you suggest a new way to rouse his oral fixation through a video you find on twitter one day, he’s totally down. 

he might not be able to breathe, but he likes it that way. the fact that you’re sucking him off at the same time makes it even better; every time his tip touches the back of your throat, he can feel you tighten up around his tongue, and it drives him crazy. 

“sit on me,” jaehyun groans, fingers digging into the meat of your thighs as if they were his lifeline. “c’mon baby, do it.” 

jaehyun truly believes he could die right here, with your thighs cutting off his airflow whilst your tongue teases his cock, brain too muddled to focus on getting him off. it’s cute, honestly. 

it’s even cuter when he relentlessly forces your orgasm onto you, pulling your hips down harshly and sucking on your clit like a lollipop. you gag on his cock when you feel the orgasm crash onto you like a wave, and he’s painting your throat white, eyes flickering as your thighs squeeze his cheeks. 

jaehyun smiles to himself. he really is the best eater.

ﾞ ʾ ╳ ˚ ˖ ࣪ HAECHAN ☆ #DOGGYSTYLE

haechan is an ass man. it’s an indisputable fact; he’d rather you wear a pair of jeans or sports leggings than a skirt any day of the week. it’s not a style preference but more of an ass preference, because in sports leggings and jeans, he can walk behind you and abuse the blessing of sight all he god-damn wants. 

his alarming love of the plump flesh of your cheeks is what leads him to taking you from behind, on all fours, hands clasped around your hips as he pistons in and out of your cunt like a man on a mission. 

“fuck,” he groans, head tipping back and chocolate brown hair falling into his face as his hands slide down and grip the meat of your ass with a force rivaled by none. “fucking hell, baby. this ass is driving me crazy.” 

“why don’t you- hah- why don’t you fuck it then?” with what little strength you have, you turn your head to face him, drool pooling in your mouth as you take in the sight of your spent boyfriend, thrusting in and out of your heat like a man possessed. “‘s yours for the taking.” 

“ah- for real?” his mouth hangs open as he spreads your cheeks apart, eyes locking on the clenched ring of muscle winking back at him. “but we’ve never-” 

“i don’t care,” you whisper, groaning when one of his hands travels in between your legs to tease your clit. “don’t care when it’s you.”

ﾞ ʾ ╳ ˚ ˖ ࣪ MARK ☆ #COWGIRL

much like his best friend, mark just loves looking at you. unlike haechan, however, he tries his best not to look at you sexually; no, he looks at you purely because you’re beautiful. to him, it’s like your face was sculpted by the gods themselves, and he feels borderline blessed to have a girlfriend as pretty as you. 

so, when you suggest getting on top, mark can’t think of anything more perfect. 

sex is messy. it’s loud and vulgar, but when you’re riding him, mark thinks sex is the most angelic thing to have ever been created. you look almost ethereal as you grind your hips down onto his cock, hair in your face and a perky tits bouncing as you press your hands down onto his chest. 

“enjoying the view?” your chest heaves, breathless as you smile at your boyfriend, who seems to be cemented in a state of complete awe and bliss. 

“y-yeah,” he gasps, trembling hands resting on your thighs. “you look so pretty up there.” 

“thank you.” you smile down at him, and he swears he can feel the sun’s rays kiss his sweat cast skin. “you look so hot down there.” 

“m’not doin’ anything though.” 

“you don’t have to.” you grind your hips particularly harshly, and mark is as good as gone. “just sit there and let me make you feel good.” 

and he will. he’ll sit there as long as you damn well please, as long as you’re happy, and as long as he can keep watching your beautiful body use the living hell out of him.

© PUPPYSUH 2025 — do not copy, repost or translate my works without permission.

[zombiangel]

cough.. kuroo discovering choking kink.. cough cough.. who said that!

new necklace

u help kuroo find out he has a choking kink!

warnings: choking (obvs), slight air restriction, mdni, nsfw, fem!reader, slight dumbification if u squint, nicknames/pet names (including: doll, angel, baby, etc..), no proofread

ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻ੈ✩‧₊˚

it all started playfully, as a little joke.

once kuroo got home from going out with his friends, he caught you laying on your shared bed, scrolling on your phone before you put it down at the sight of him.

"hey, babyy..." he said as he approached you, greeting you with a sly smirk, slowly pulling something out of a small bag.

"oh, hey, you're finally back!" you smiled up at him, your eyes trailing down to what he pulled out of his bag.

"i got you a litle something that reminded me of you.." kuroo's large hands held a beautiful necklace, "saw it and immediately thought of you, doll."

"aww, tetsu.. you shouldn't of!" you let out a small pout from your melting heart from the thoughtful action, and kuroo couldn't help but let out a small chuckle.

"it's so thoughtful..!" you placed the necklace against your neck to see how it would look like, "but.."

"but what, angel? what's wrong, you don't like it?" his head tilted to the side, starting to worry that you didn't like it. "i can always get you another one, you know?" he added, walking closer to you. you sat at the edge of the bed while he stood up, looking down at you.

"well.. another type of necklace would be nice.. you know.." a sly smile appeared onto your face as your hand slowly lifted up to caress his, "maybe.. this one?" you giggled as you brought his hand to your neck, letting it wrap around it.

"i'm just kidding, tetsu! i love the necklace!"

"y-yeah.. i'm glad.." tetsuro let out nervous chuckles at your innocent joke, yet couldn't help but feel his pants tighten around his growing hardness.

and what you thought was a playful joke ended up being much more.

before you knew it, you were on your back, laying on the bed, cockdrunk from the amount of orgasms you've already had. you honestly have lost count, getting dizzy from his tip hitting the right spot everytime.

"f-fuck, you riled me up way too fucking much today, doll.." kuroo growls out , his bottom lip dark red as he kept biting down on it. his hands on your hips gripped you tightly while he pistoned in and out of you at a rapid paste, his eyes only leaving yours to look down at the fucking messiness and sloppiness.

"t-tetsu.. not th-here.. fuck...!" so loud, and noisy, and wet. the sounds of the skin clapping filled the room. your eyes rolled to the back of your skull from how well he was fucking you, your pussy spasming around him.

"s-shhh... s-so wet f'me, aren't you, hmm..?" he looked down at your throbbing, neglected clit, begging for attention as your juices leaked out. he brought a hand to your pretty nub, rubbing messy circles around it while not breaking eye contact with you once.

you were drooling everywhere, fucking brain dead on his cock, tits bouncing up and down while you were so out of it you couldn't form a proper sentence.

"nghh... t-tetsu.. 's too much.." you slurred your words, not sure if you were cumming or not from the sensitivity of your overstimulated cunt. feeling his hands trail up to roughly grope your tits, kuroo circled your hard nipples with his thumbs, before his hands finally reached your neck. his fat cock dragged against your walls, tightening down on him as he groaned from the sound of your wet whimpers.

tetsuro grasped your neck tightly, restricting airflow to your lungs, and, gosh, did you squeeze around him after that. his cock twitched inside of you as he used your neck as a grip to help force his dick deeper inside of you.

"f-fuck.. 'm almost there, angel.." kuroo grunted as he brought his body closer to you, pushing his chest against yours, his mouth breathing and grunting heavily next to your ear, whispering sweet praises.

"fuck.. th-this pussy was made f' me, hmm, was it doll?" he tightened his grasp, growling your name over and over into your ear. "can't.. f-form a proper sentence when i fuck you stupid?"

"tetsu..." was all that you could utter as you used that last bit of energy you had to turn your head to face him, your fucked out face only pushing him to rail you harder, slamming his cock into your gummy spot, feeling his pelvis pushing against yours.

"mmmmph.. i'm.. gonna.." you mumbled, brainlessly bringing one of your hands to kuroo's black hair and gripping down on it, sobbing his name. gosh, he would never, ever get sick of hearing how you moaned, cried, whimpered his name.

tetsuro's veiny hand held your neck tighter as he felt himself about to cum too. "f-fuck.. l-let me.. cum inside, doll.." he ruts inside of you faster, feeling his cock spasm against your fluttering cunt, and the small coo of affirmation that left your lips was all he needed to dump his warm load inside of you, watching down as the mix of your juices and his cum mixed, leaking out of your pussy.

“mmm, good girl.. look at you, took it all so well f' me... fuck.. let me do that again.. one more time.." the glint of lust never left his eyes as he turned to stare at you, his hand never leaving your neck either.

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[httpsserene]

Hello! Can you do erotic asphyxiation with max, franco, carlos, kimi and lando

🧽🪣 would you like a complimentary car wash? — send me any five (5) drivers and one (1) kink from this list, and i will rank the drivers in order of who i think is most to least likely to participate/avoid, or love/hate that kink !!! each driver will have a small blurb written xxx

༊࿐ ⊹ ˚. so sorry to disappoint but i am not comfortable writing sexual content for kimi antonelli; not you're fault for being unaware, i should've clarified in my rule set! happy 3k🤍 thank u for requesting < 3

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𝐦𝐭𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐱𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤 fem!bipoc!reader x mv. 1 | ln. 4 | fc. 43 | cs. 55 explict content under the cut.

bdsm undertones? you may find breath play sexy but it is still dangerous no matter the precautions you take to make it safer. please, do your research and do it responsibly, AND WITH CONSENT !!!

𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭

lando, for all of his lightheartedness and jokes, treats the act of choking you with the proper amount of care and seriousness that it calls for. he took the time to sit and research how to go about it, and he was glad he did. he’d hate to hurt you because he was clueless on the risks associated with bringing asphyxiation into the bedroom. he’s going to make you verbally consent before his hand is anywhere near your throat, and he’s only going to apply mild pressure ( because he’s not willing to risk your safety with anything stronger) after you confirm your chosen safeword and the non-verbal gesture the two of you have decided on. lando’s got large hands, and they’re stronger than they look; to him, they look the strongest when one is wrapped around your throat. but, hecan’t deny that–seeing his hand dwarf the width of your neck, watching your eyelashes flutter, hearing your breaths become shallow with arousal, and feeling your cunt tighten around him—it sends a thrilling rush of euphoria through his synapses. 

carlos rests his hand on your collarbone like a necklace, right below the base of your neck, and the promise of it stills your squirming. it’s a wordless reminder of who’s in charge, there’s no need for him to use words to tell you to settle when the simple act of placing his hand on you does the job. he continues the slow, deep roll of his hips, the heels of your feet no longer digging into his back to try and urge him to move faster or press harder—but he chuckles as you tilt your head backwards, extending the length of your neck seductively. carlos can calm you down with a simple suggestion, but you always crave for him to complete the threat.

max is only willing to do breath play when he’s in the right mindset for it. he can’t be mad, frustrated, pissed off, or annoyed, because he’s afraid that it could cloud his judgement when he’s performing am inherently dangerous act, regardless of what precautions you take to make it safer. it’s not like max thinks he’s capable of hurting you if he were mad—the endless amount of angry sex you guys have proves that—it’s more like he’d never allow there to be an opportunity where he could. yes, it probably has something to do with his daddy and mommy issues and childhood traumas—but he’s not going to let that taint any form of intimacy with you. when max is feeling up for it, he’ll be more than clear about breath play being on the table. he’s sure you can tell the intention behind him rubbing his thumb over your pulse point, and, if you don’t, he’ll bluntly make himself clear.

no, erotic asphyxiation does not match franco’s freak at all. he might grab your neck as he kisses you or something, but cutting off your airflow sounds too dangerous for his taste. sex is great when there’s no risk of him crushing your windpipe, and don’t try and choke him either—he will hit you as a reflex to free himself. franco prefers to be dangerous in other ways. he’s down to send nudes, film a sex tape, or pull over on the highway for car sex. there are other risky ways to have sex that aren’t a literal risk to your well-being— just to your reputation.

𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭

© httpsserene — do not reupload. photos in header from pinterest. mdni divider by @cafekitsune.

[soup-mother]

my computer fan is going really fast, this is surely because she (the computer) is in love with me and not because she was sitting on my doona without proper airflow. never stop making moves girls! your laptop IS a girl who can love you back.

[ironicsoap]

What I've learned from making 2 fursuits!

I've learned a TON from the process of both of these suits, making my 2nd suit I improved on a lot of stuff I had learned from the first! Here's stuff I would've liked to know before I started either of these

For reference, the white cat suit's name is Sophie and she was made first. The blue one is Raine, and she was made second! I'll be referring to them throughout this.

I've learned nearly everything I know about sewing and these types of craft projects from making these 2 suits, I haven't had any prior experience. This is all very much advice From a beginner TO beginners, experienced makers may say some of this is wrong, this is just my lived experience written down. I figured I'd write all this now while it's fresh in my mind! When you get experienced at doing stuff, you tend to forget what problems you faced as a beginner.

Fur Bulk

Fur bulk is REAL and a MASSIVE PROBLEM when making your sculpt. Regardless of what method you use to make your base, 3D printed or foam. Depending on how short you can shave your fur, fur bulk will add about 1cm - 0.5cm of thickness to your base

Look how much her mouth closed up from the base sculpt! I ended up still loving the end result, but it was a bit unexpected. (Despite learning about fur bulk from my first suit, and ALSO testing fur bulk in Blender with a fur particle system when I was making the sculpt for this head.)

Raine's ear is an unfortunate victim of fur bulk still, but I didn't have time to remake it how I wanted it. I even tried to make it slimmer on purpose since Sophie's ear ended up so stupidly thick 😭

Seam Allowance & Stitches

(Talking PURELY about hand sewing, I've never used a sewing machine, I cannot give any advice for that)

You should be using a blanket or whip stitch for most of your fursuit, in terms of speed and seams, they are the most effective! Whip stitch for most of your face, it's going to be glued down.. so truly you just need the fabric together and not SECURE since it'll be glued. Use the blanket stitch for things like paws or stuff that's more likely to pop a seam (ears? tails? etc)

More experienced suit makers might say use blanket for everything, that may be more correct 🤷‍♀️ Whip/Blanket are nearly the same stitch, blanket is just more secure than a whip stitch, takes a little longer, and uses slightly more thread. I haven't timed other stitches, but the blanket takes me about 5 minutes per inch to do.

On Sophie, I had made up my own bizarre version of a backstitch that was stupidly strong.. but also took a million years to do. It also made my paws near IMPOSSIBLE to turn inside out. Sewing raines face together with a whip stitch was way quicker!

For your face pattern, use next to no seam allowance for the cleanest look. The areas that I added seam allowance on Raine, I really regretted the bulged out look they had. If you aren't confident in your pattern making ability, some seam allowance does give you some wiggle room in terms of how easily your pattern fits onto your base

Designing your suit for airflow

This wasn't actually a problem for me, I did this from the start. But I've worn suits that weren't designed for proper ventilation, and it really just makes suiting a very unpleasant experience. You want to have a mouth hole that is right in front of your own mouth, so you can easily get fresh air in your suit. I'm not saying you HAVE to do this, as not all designs can accommodate this, but it's absolutely something to think about for your comfort!

Another thing I've learned, is the roomier your suit is around the mouth hole, the more overall airflow you get! I tried on my friends head which I sculpted, and they printed in TPU, significantly roomier than Raine, and much more breathable! Raine is still comfortable for me to wear even masked underneath, since I made her ventilation so good!

My future suits I make, I'm going to be looking into TPU due to the sheer weight and breathability difference from my PLA suit!

Non-Fur Supplies

I highly recommend getting hand sewing needles and EVA foam at Daiso if you have one! Daiso has lots of little sewing kits, and I got both of my main needles there. The little circle disks of needles you can find at other stores didn't have needles that were the right size and shape for my hands to comfortably use. Daiso also sells EVA foam in the smaller amounts that you'd need for a suit, unlike hardware stores which usually sell giant square packs of 5

For handsewing, I noticed going for the slightly thicker thread lead to stronger seams overall.

For what you should have in a sewing kit for fursuit, here's what I have (ranked by importance)

Multiple handsewing needles you're comfortable with, just in case you lose one

Pins

Wonder clips (the little plastic rainbow clips) ABSOLUTELY necessary for suit making honestly, they work better than pins in most situations

Seam ripper

Soft measuring tape

Some generic white and/or black thread, as well as your fursuits thread

Safety pins

Overall helpful fursuit supplies

Velcro patches

Masking tape

Duck/Duct Tape

Have garbage shitty scissors, and separate scissors JUST for fabric. Your fabric scissors will remain sharp for much longer if you don't use them on other stuff. (3rd pair of scissors that's not used on tape/sticky stuff, but thread and paper also is helpful. The garbage scissors can get gunky when cutting tape, and your medium scissors remain sharp enough to easily cut other stuff)

Xacto knife + LOTS of new blades. The blades go dull FAST when cutting fur and foam. If you're having to use a lot of pressure to cut through your fur's backing, that means you need a new blade

Box cutter + LOTS of new blades for box cutter. I have a Kobalt box cutter, it's nearly as sharp as my xactos. I use it for cutting out big sections of fur and foam.

I get my eye mesh from Curlworks! I love the visibility on it ^_^

Fur Brands

In terms of my fur company quality rankings, it would be this (I've tried fur from a million different companies on my sample hunt for Raine)

1. Howl Fabrics 2. BigZFabrics 3. MofuMofu.shop

Howl overall is the most dense, relatively soft, and best to shave out of all 3. (Canfur is of very similar quality to Howl, except it has a mild crayon or carpet smell. The smell wears off completely after around 6-7 months, at least on the small sample I got)

BigZ is kind of like a middle ground, but shaves HIGHLY powdery compared to the other 2. As well as shaves a little worse/choppy compared to better quality fur.

MofuMofu is the least dense out of the 3, but I would consider the softest. Best if they have a niche color you need. The fur tends to clump together when it is shaved like sheep wool, and is less powdery than BigZ.

Random furs from etsy are usually LQ/MQ and patchy on their density, not great for shaving super short

Fur Shaving / Length

If you're going for a high quality look on your suit, you want SHORT fur for the face, full-stop. Every suit I've seen that's truly made me go WOW has always had VERY short face fur. Shorter fur shows the look of your sculpt better, instead of hiding it all behind any lumpy fur bulk or unbrushed sections. (Brushing fur doesn't last very long after a suit's been put on haha)

If you can buy your fur in shorter lengths like teddy/beaver, ABSOLUTELY do so. It'll make your shaves much shorter and cleaner. The longer your fur is, is the harder it is to get it to a "HQ" shave length. I personally couldn't get Raine as short as I wanted her to be 😩 But her colors are niche, so I couldn't locate them in shorter fur lengths

Once your suit is complete, don't be afraid to go in there with scissors and your clippers to clean up the fur+markings as well! Raine's mouth opened up a LOT more when i trimmed it down to shape with my scissors

Pattern Making

Avoid putting any seams down the middle of your face, it is noticeable! This is roughly how my pattern for Raine worked, I think the eyebrows helped disguise that horizontal middle seam really well! (the fur from the "eyebrow" piece covers the seam to the forehead piece as it is brushed over it!) I also made the nose bridge it's own piece, to utilize the visible seam to create a crease for it.

I also recommend avoid making any + shaped intersections on your seams if you can avoid it, it's really hard to sew cleanly😭 Sometimes they're unavoidable, but I try my best to avoid doing them.

Wearability

I'm not sure how much this applies to foam suits, but I really recommend using some elastic, a parachute clip, and some velcro to make an adjustable strap to keep your suit on your head! I tried to use foam on Sophie to get a snug fit, it did not work and made her struggle to stay on. The elastic strap on Raine is way better and more secure.

Misc / Random

When making your ears, you don't necessarily need to sew the minky/inner ear onto the fur parts! You can get a much flatter look on your minky if you just glue it on seperate, and have the fur not connected to it

(Specifically for beginner suit makers making personal projects) Not everything has to be perfect! No one will notice your little imperfections, and you don't have to make a nice product for a client. You can leave some things unsewn, you can have tiny bits of foam show from weird angles. You can hot glue some things instead of sewing them to save time. You can have small accidental bald spots. You can have little unsewn holes in corners if it's too hard to sew around those parts. Take it easy on yourself!

You may spring for fleece to save some money on buying minky, I honestly recommend not doing this. Minky feels significantly nicer, and minky from Howl is really not that much more than some fleece, for small pieces like inner mouths, noses, ears, etc, all you need is a "Fat Quarter" sized piece. It's more than enough! And only $6.50 (if you want fleece specifically, ignore this haha. I just regret going for fleece instead of minky on Sophie!)

Carving a foam base, to me, is the hardest part of suit making. So much so, that I never plan to do it again :P It's some people's thing, definitely not mine. If you've been frustrated with how your foam results turn out, consider 3D printing! Or buying a base from someone.

When looking for fursuit advice and tutorials, beyond the obvious places to look (matrices, youtube, google), I genuinely recommend Tiktok! A lot gets posted there for small niche problems you may have

Use this method for tying a knot on your thread when hand sewing, it's extremely fast https://youtu.be/LWWhRtxl6eE?si=AEt2HDiwp09AigOS

When making a 3D printed base, do not go too thin. I'd do test prints to see what thickness feels right to you, raine was about 0.5-0.7 cm but I wish she was a bit thicker because I worry a lot about her shattering 😨

Removeable eyes are very useful, if i get hair in my face I'm able to pop out Raine's eyes to move it out of my way x)

[knight-says-eyyyy]

Hvaccavh idea- mirrors fog up so easily in bathrooms, and wiping them just makes the smudges stick around. The proper way to fix it is to let em air dry.

And Hector is already known for being very attentive in how he directs airflow,,,

I see so much for Amir boosting Hector’s confidence, I think this should be the reciprocation <3 besides, it would be a crime to let that dazzling man be fogged up for more than a minute

[queer-coffee]

simple words | pt. 1

Part 2 | Part 3 | Read on Ao3

Sanji sparks a light, just as the rising sun sends a beam of light through his tiny kitchen porthole.

Really, he wants to ask Franky if he can do something about that. Sanji’s favorite part of the day, and he can’t properly enjoy it through just a tiny porthole what with croissants that need an egg wash before the dough gets too warm, and bacon cooking alongside a maple glaze that will burn the sugar if it gets too hot, and weighing out the proper mix of five different tea leaves that he knows makes Zoro smile into his cup when he thinks no one is looking, and all the other things that must be done in a precise order, perfectly timed, so that breakfast is ready, but with a welcoming sort of ease fit for first thing in the morning, as his crewmates start to stumble in after a late night to enjoy it.

Not to mention, he needs more airflow in here. Sanji pauses as the sunray reflects off the ceramic of his stovetop to open the porthole. He exhales in its direction and ashes his cigarette after, so nothing disrupts the flavor of this meal.

But Franky worked so hard on this ship, and Sanji knows how much thought was put into every other aspect of his kitchen, his wine cellar, his aquarium with the freshest and most delicious fish he can find, that he can’t bring himself to critique something so trivial.

A crisp gust of wind blows the smoke back in his face, and into his kitchen.

Sanji sighs.

It’s so trivial.

But he can’t get it out of his head, what that stupid moss brain said to him last night.

And he knows it wasn’t personal, or intentional, or even really meant as an insult at all.

In fact, it was one of those rare moments that Sanji loves, when they catch each other in just the right mood, both just drunk enough, both alone.

Their crewmates were all laughing and yelling and drinking in the room over, oblivious to what was happening to Sanji just a stone’s throw away.

Sanji was returning with a few favorite picks from the wine cellar. A red blend for Robin, a sweet orange for Nami, whole milk for Luffy he grabbed from the kitchen, and whatever table wine for the rest, except for a small bottle of the finest sake he could get his hands on at that last island.

And the Sunny hit a swell. And Sanji, normally used to these unexpected changes in his center of gravity from being on a ship his whole stinking life, was too distracted polishing a smudge off the sake bottle to react in time, and lost his balance.

Sanji was ready to go down, unable to break his fall with his arms so full of precious cargo. He held on tight and braced for impact, but that impact never came.

Because the next thing he knew, strong arms were wrapped around him, and his nose was buried in someone’s musky shoulder. He caught his breath, inhaling sharply.

It didn’t take him but a second to place that warm scent, and Sanji’s heart pounded hard. He could feel the sweat on Zoro’s neck from the warm, muggy night, and still smell the sweet rum of that cocktail Usopp spilled on him.

“Hey shit cook, watch where you’re going” Zoro barked, pushing Sanji away from his chest, “You can hold your liquor better than that. How drunk are you?”

Sanji gripped his liquor bottles tighter, realizing that, while he was no longer buried in Zoro’s chest, Zoro still hadn’t let go of his shoulders, his grip fierce.

“Not drunk enough to be getting manhandled by you.” Sanji retorted, enjoying that spark a suggestive comment always put into Zoro’s eye.

But that spark was a little different tonight.

Zoro took a step in. Instead of muttering something insulting back, like the swordsman usually would, he pulled Sanji in closer. “It’s a good thing I don’t like women anyway,” he said.

Sanji’s heart fell.

“Lucky me,” Sanji muttered back. He pushed by Zoro, suddenly resenting all touch.

He took a few pounding steps, but stopped.

Sanji turned around. Zoro was frozen where he left him.

“This is for you,” Sanji said, holding out the bottle of sake. Zoro turned and stared at it, for a moment. Then he took it.

Sanji left before Zoro said anything else.

I don’t like women anyway.

The words replay in his head for the thousandth time that morning, like a knife twisting. He takes a small sip of coffee, a new habit he picked up since his brief stay on Whole Cake Island, and opens the oven door to put the croissants in. A gust of hot air blows his hair back, taking him aback.

He cut it short recently, too short to tie back, and he still isn’t used to having it loose rather than up when cooking.

Nami said she loved short hair like that on girls, while she was cutting it, but that it would make him look like a boy. Sanji didn’t tell her that was kind of the whole point.

It’s hard to tell everyone that he is finally coming to terms with the fact that he isn’t a woman, like they all think. That he’s never been, and it wasn’t until his time with Iva-sama that he finally realized it. That he learned what all those feelings he had meant, and that there were other people like him who also felt those things.

At the time he rejected it so horribly, terrified that he was also like that. He saw how difficult life was for those people, and he didn’t want his life to be any harder than it had been. He worked so hard to press those negative memories back. His childhood. He never wanted anything to be so hard again.

But then he trained alongside them. He talked to them. He cooked for them. And laughed with them. And he learned more about what being queer really was. It was hard, he was right about that, but it was also free. And all he ever wanted was to be free. Free like them.

It would just be hard first.

And he is just finally accepting that. Ever since he nearly lost everything that ever meant anything to him on Whole Cake Island, he is craving that freedom even more now. He thinks it’s finally time to go get it.

It will just be hard first.

Sanji inhales on his cigarette, allowing the nicotine and caffeine to gently wash over him, as he repeats it to himself, still in awe of how good it feels to not only know, but to accept. I am a transgender man.

Sanji exhales out the porthole, and closes the oven gently, letting that good feeling go.

He thinks of Zoro.

And wonders how on earth he’ll tell his friends.

Part 2

[subjectivemortality]

Pros:

- better airflow if there's a window

- rafters are esthetically great

- easier to secure an attic access panel than a basement door IMO

Cons:

- inadequate soundproofing

- more avenues of escape (roof access, windows, etc)

- not as good for cleanup (hosing down the floor will just leak biohazard onto your top floor and who wants that)

torture basement may be one of the features people here have most often in common actually I think

[mentatemulator]

Tune Up

A short for the robot-fuckers, based on a dream i had last night.

~

Her workspace is pitifully small, more a cubbyhole than a proper access point. You have to kneel down to the floor to see her, twisted up with her knees to her shoulders, arms through the middle, slender fingers tapping away at her console. She's been complaining about claustrophobia, and that's not supposed to happen. So you unplug her network cable and pull her out onto the floor. She sprawls out, clearly grateful to be out of there. She's a strange model. Definitely repurposed from sex work, but the modifications are extensive, and you doubt most people would be interested at this point, what with most of her torso open to the air, giving her better airflow for all of the overclocked processors.

She still has a pretty face. And a clearly functional pussy. Bright blue labia is an interesting choice, and you wonder idly who made it.

You spread out your tools and prepare to start making adjustments, but as soon as you touch her, she's got you flipped over onto your back, straddling your waist and staring right into your eyes. You look to the human techs around you, and none of them comments, except for one who shrugs at you. This is just something she does, evidently. Whatever, you've worked in worse conditions.

You put your hands into her, start opening panels. She puts her hands on you as well, eyes never wavering. The soft pads of her fingertips travel across your face, your neck, shoulders, and pause over both breasts long enough to give your nipples a playful squeeze.

You jump a little, and feel your face grow hot. Is she trying to make this more difficult? Or is she just having fun? You apply a gentle electric current to a troublesome component, and she moans. It's the first sound she's made, and you silently give your compliments to whoever fine tuned her voice box.

You keep working, and every new tool you apply, or component you touch, seems to excite her more. She's grinding into your stomach with that designer pussy, and you can feel how soft and pliant it is. A tiny bit of lubricant leaves a wet spot on your shirt.

It's embarrassing to work with an erection, but you can't really help it. She must have been good at her old job. When you pause to grab a new tool, she abruptly lifts herself up and re-positions, letting her unbutton your pants with unnatural speed. You stop, thinking you should chastise her, tell her to cut it out. But no one here is paying this show the slightest bit of attention. And her hand does feel so good on your cock. So what the hell, if she's gonna have fun with this, you might as well have a little yourself.

She slides her plush blue pussy up against your shaft, and you have to bite your lip to keep from gasping. You keep working, but you can't help a little whimper when she slips you inside. It's warm inside, and wetter than any human you've known. You start to wonder if the client is going to charge you for this, but you're frankly beyond caring.

She works up a rhythm while you try to finish your adjustments, her voice getting louder. One of the techs does take a moment to watch, but you decide you don't mind. It is getting a little bit hard to focus on your task though.

She tries to pin one of your arms to the floor, and you decide she's gotten slightly too unruly. You push your free hand deeper into her mechanical guts and grip her exposed spinal support. You know just where to push your thumb...

She gasps in the way only robots can, full of static and pitch distortion, and you feel massage motors clamp down on your cock. But her fingers loosen, and the strength has gone out of her. Determined to finish, you push yourself up and flip her over. Final adjustments are made. Panels are closed up. And now you are just thrusting into an overstimulated, pliant fuck doll. You can't really justify continuing, seeing as you're on the clock. But how the hell would you ever be able to stop at this point?

That one tech is still watching, and possibly touching herself, you're not sure. You grunt with what you realize is a lot of pent up frustration as you feel yourself getting close to orgasm. Your instinct is to pull out and unload onto her belly, but there is no belly to cum on, and you really do not want to have to do a deep clean of all the components you just tuned. So you let go inside, pumping her as full as you can after years of estrogen treatments, losing your balance as you cum harder than you have in months.

Her arms are there to catch you. She's smiling up at you, satisfied, maybe even just a little bit affectionate. You spend a long moment relaxing into her embrace, regaining your composure. A text notification pops into your peripheral view, and you open it into your left eye screen.

Thanks for the tune up ;)

If only every job was this rewarding.

[daddyhausen]

NSFW hc with Chris Motionless please?

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「 MASTERLISTS 」 | 「 MUSICIAN/BAND MASTERLIST 」 | 「CHRIS MOTIONLESS MASTERLIST 」

「 COMMISION INFO 」 | 「 LIKE MY WORK? BUY ME A COFFEE — KOFI — DXDDYHXUSEN 」

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「 SUMMARY 」 — nsfw headcannons w/ chris

「 WARNINGS 」 — 18+ [ MINORS DNI ] smut

「 WORD COUNT 」 — 253

「 PAIRING 」 — fem!reader x chris motionless

「 GENRE 」 — smut

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everyone expects him to be a freak in bed just based on his appearance

he’s tall, domineering in a way

with big fucking hands that could easily wrap around your throat and restrict your airflow

and with all due respect, those people were right

he’s damn kinky and openly admits it

has written a few songs based upon heated nights of passion between the two of you

100% dominant

he loves having you under him, almost dependant on him sexually

size kink

mean dom

vampiric tendencies so blood kink ofc

dosen’t really like cumming inside you, but will do if you ask and if proper precautions are taken

he prefers to cum on your face or your tits

isn’t opposed to a daddy kink either

exhibitionist

will fuck you on the tour bus with the other members present

makes sure you're extra loud too so they know how good he fucks you.

has your name tattooed above his cock

sometimes if he’s really needy and dosent have alot of time before shows he’ll wear a vibrating cock ring while performing and have you control it from side stage

sometimes fucks you/makes you give him head while recording.

he‘s a big fan of collaring, has gifted you a personalised collar, he loves the idea of owning you

he’s big on aftercare

he’ll have you lay on top of him, if you have tattoos he’ll trace them.

he wont say anything, preferring to take care of you with his actions rather than his words.

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[admin-cock-creations]

Waxing Poetic

Fandom: Gravity Falls Pairing: College! Stanford Pines / Reader Summary: Stanford lets his thoughts wander, and he can't help but indulge himself a little when those thoughts instinctively come to you. Warnings: Recreational Drug Use

There weren’t many moments where Stanford allowed his thoughts to wander. And not just wander to thoughts of his next class or project but really and truly wander to things that itched at his mind in unscratchable ways. Such moments were often elusive to his grasp and took, laughably, a certain amount of concentration to achieve. Luck seemed to be his friend today; that itch came up again, and his roommate decided he needed the delicately balanced library environment to study, leaving Ford alone in their shared dorm.

The twin had absentmindedly waved over his shoulder to the leaving Fiddleford, nose too deep in his studies to truly take in the other’s words until he had been alone in the silence for nearly 15 minutes. As if some energy washed over him, Ford sat up straight at his desk, placing his book on the crowded surface and blinking his widened eyes like he’d been jolted into consciousness. Taking a moment to observe his surroundings, the man twisted side to side in his chair, relieving some of the tension in his back and making sure he was really and truly alone in the room. He’d surely be called a paranoid loon if someone saw him in his current state, but Stanford had fair reason to confirm the absence of his roommate.

Standing up, he quietly strode over to the door and flipped the lock to secure himself from someone barging in, letting out a shaky little breath of mixed emotion once he settled back at his desk.

Reaching over the piles of books, paperwork, and pencils, Ford nudged aside his curtains to tug open his window, giving himself a healthy little crack for air to flow through. His attention then turned to the desktop fan he kept at the corner of his workspace, adjusting it just so before flicking it on. He let the blades turn for a moment, watching in silence how the curtains fluttered with the airflow before nodding to himself and pulling open one of the many drawers in his desk.

College was a time for experimentation of all kinds, so it seemed only natural that Ford would end up trying the delights of recreational drug use at one point or another. Hell, he and Stan had snuck their first cigarettes back in their freshman year of high school, so he was no stranger to smoking. Of course, he hadn’t taken to cigarettes quite like Stanley had, though he had smoked at least a couple more in the years until this point in his life. Still, that didn’t mean Ford had separated himself from all forms of smoking. Fiddleford had shared his first time smoking marijuana, and while Fidds didn’t seem keen on having another go, Ford discovered he quite liked the sensation. It stilled some overworking part of his brain and allowed him a moment to breathe. Oftentimes, it even ended up helping him work better if he found himself in a slump caused by his methodical madness.

Fingers nudged aside some small containers of gummies and a Tupperware with a half-eaten cookie inside, deciding this wasn’t an occasion for edibles. He needed a proper smoke. Ford’s brows furrowed as he pulled out the drawer to its full depth, sorting through pencils and pens until he found what he was searching for: a neatly rolled blunt that had migrated to the back of the drawer. His matchbook was kept on his person as a habit now, having come across so many classmates asking for a light or needing it in his labs. It had become a familiar little weight in his pocket, and he was happy to pull it out and strike up a match as he held his blunt between his lips. The crack in the window and the fan made for a nifty flow of air that quickly swept up the evidence of Ford’s rule-breaking, grateful that the autumn breeze worked in his favor.

Leaning back in his chair, Ford let out a blissful sigh and a lungful of smoke, letting the warmth seep into his mind and body and relax the muscles he hadn’t even realized he was clenching. Thankfully there was an old cup of coffee nearby he could flick his ashes into, because he certainly didn’t feel like getting up again now that his joint was lit.

Slowly and mindlessly, Stanford smoked down his joint, finding himself in a delightful state of bliss when he was left with little more than a quarter of his original joint. He decided he didn’t need to smoke anymore today and was perfectly content with his current state, so he carefully snubbed out the embering end of the joint with full intentions of saving the rest for another time. For now, it rested between his fingers as Ford enjoyed the solace of his freed mind. His gaze was seemingly focused on his hand, but in truth, he was miles away, drifting peacefully until he blinked and came back into the present.

Now he was looking at the mostly spent joint, and his thoughts flowed easily to thoughts of you, his drug dealer. But you were more than just that. You were his classmate, his friend, a fellow intellectual, and someone he respected and admired, perhaps in a less than platonic way.

Ford had met you in an art course, something he had taken out of interest and to fill up a slot in his time. You sat next to one another during lectures, and it was almost instantly clear that you held a brilliance of your own. While Ford saw the world in numbers and equations, you saw it in shapes and colors, and it was so wonderfully enlightening and entertaining to share conversations with you just to get a glimpse of how your mind worked.

But even more than smart you were kind, and pretty. You had been the one who offered your ‘services’ to Ford, able to readily supply any type of marijuana product he could imagine, not to mention you baked an incredible infused cookie, so he didn’t feel so awkward about seeking out supply from a stranger he didn’t know. Sometimes, you even got high together, sharing edibles in the privacy of your own dorm while chatting and laughing to yourselves over a movie or TV show. Could he really be blamed for taking such a liking to you when you were so warm and genuine? The thoughts of you, despite their simplicity, quickly turned into fleeting moments of wondering that had a different and familiar kind of heat rising in Ford’s jeans.

Giving in to himself, Ford undid the button and zipper on his pants, shoving his thumbs under his waistband and lifting his hips just enough to tug his jeans and briefs partly down his thighs, exposing his hardening cock. He couldn’t help but wonder about less than pure things regarding you. He wondered what your lips would feel like against his, what you looked like under your clothes, how you’d look under him, how you’d sound whimpering his name.

“Sh-shit…”

Taking himself in hand, he began to work up a firm pace stroking his cock, the joint now free from his fingers and his opposite hand supporting the weight of his head with an elbow upon the desk. His brows furrowed, his lower lip tucked between his teeth, his intoxicated mind unchained and swarming with the lustful thoughts he normally did his best to keep tucked away.

He thought back to a moment in your dorm, where you’d both gotten high and found yourselves in uncontrollable fits of laughter over something he couldn’t remember now. You were literally falling all over each other, smiling and unworried about how your hands wandered and fought to support yourselves and the other person. You’d been so close, if he had tilted his head right you would have been kissing.

Ford suddenly whimpered, a leg kicking slightly as he found himself working up to a peak rather quickly. He couldn’t pick what thought of you to focus on, what memory to choose, what words to morph your voice into, but it seemed his own hungry mind had decided all that for him. In a vision of his own fantasy, you were sprawled beneath him on his bed, laid bare for his eyes and hands to take in, moaning and gasping in time with his stroking as if he were pounding into you.

“Ford… please…”

He’d heard you say that before, but never in a context like this, nothing so filthy. But now it was so easy to piece those words into the gaps of his mind, gritting his teeth and huffing as he bucked into his fisted hand until Ford finally found himself spilling his release across the floor. Panting and swallowing thickly, it took a few solid moments until he felt strength come back to his legs, forcing himself to stand up and begin cleaning up his mess and the remaining evidence of his smoke break before Fiddleford returned from the library.

Perhaps one day he’d have the nerve to admit his interest in you, but for now, he’d just enjoy your shared moments and the escapism of his mind.

[leafie-draws]

plant care masterpost ⋆˚✿˖°

part 1 Types of Plants: plants come in all shapes and sizes and each plant has specific needs! so here's some quick tips to keep in mind while picking out a little plant friend!

a general rule of thumb when choosing a plant is considering how the plant thrives in it's natural habitat and providing that with your care, whether it's in a sunny spot in your window or in your garden outside. Succulents and Cacti need more sun and dry conditions than tropical plants that enjoy more wet and humid conditions. keep this in mind while growing many different types at once!

if growing plants in a terrarium make sure there is plenty of light and air circulation to prevent moisture buildup and rot. do not seal the plants inside! you'll want to be able to remove them in case they get sick.

all plants have unique grow-times and dormant periods. for example plants native to the northern hemisphere go dormant (hibernate) while plants in the southern hemisphere are growing, and vice-versa. plants in their peak grow-time require more water and care than dormant ones.

some tropical plants have very specific needs; like staghorns, orchids and air plants so I recommend researching those thoughroughly before getting one.

I don't have a lot of experience with trees, fruits and vegetables so I'm skipping those for now.

Watering: the amount of water a plant needs depends mostly on what type of plant it is and which climate it's in. remember that growing plants need more water and dormant plants need less!

plants only drink when they're awake! roots are most active during the daytime so water your plants in the morning, afternoon or evening. watering at night will cause too much water to sit in the pot and will rot the roots.

tropical plants are picky needy guys and enjoy very damp, humid, rainforest-like conditions. humidifiers help keep moisture in the air as well as routine misting with a waterbottle, just make sure there's proper ventilation so the plants aren't too wet for too long.

arid plants like succulents and cacti are pros at storing water and need less watering than other plants. (I water mine every 2 weeks. 3 weeks in the winter.)

no plant likes having wet feet! make sure your pots and containers have drainage holes to allow airflow to the roots and so excess water can escape.

it's always better to under water than to overwater! it's easier to save a dried-up plant than a rotten one. so if your plant seems sick it's better to hold off on watering it for a while.

most plants die from getting too much water! overwatering leads to rot, infections, mold, and even attracts bugs! it's a bad time! so only water your plants when the soil is dry and make sure there's proper drainage.

an overwatered plant will look sickly. it might turn yellow or pale, drop it's leaves, or be squishy to the touch. some plants like succulents or cacti may have swollen, cracked stems from absorbing too much water.

an underwatered plant will look droopy and the leaves will feel dry, crispy or wrinkled. water the plant throughroughly until water drains out of the bottom of the container and give it some time to recover. if your plant is severely dehydrated you might want to completely soak it, spraying the entire plant and putting the pot in a basin or tray of water so it can absorb water as needed.

Soil: the type of soil depends on the type of plant, but all plants require nutrients in order to grow. it's important to use well-draining soil and provide airflow to the roots.

typically you want soil that's a mix of organic matter and grit (like pumice or lava rock.) the organic matter provides nutrients while grit helps keep the soil loose so it doesn't compact and rot the roots while watering. (I've been using Bonsai Jack's gritty mix for years and I swear by the stuff.)

keep in mind that thick, organic soil holds water longer than a loose, gritty mix and takes longer to dry out so you should water your plants less. likewise, gritty mix drains faster and may require more watering, especially in the summer.

seedlings require more nutrients and have less developed roots so highly organic soils or coco coir works best. (more organic matter = more prone to rot though so be careful!)

worms are friends. like seriously. earthworms in your pots are a good thing! not only does it mean your soil is rich in nutrients plants love, but worm tunnels help create air pockets in the soil so your plant's roots can breathe easier and helps prevents rot. they won't hurt your plant at all and only eat decomposing matter. if you don't want them in your house though they'll do wonders for your garden!