#dry cloth

[satans-knitwear]

Topless outdoor coffee mornings anyone??

Treat me ~ Tip Me ~ More of me

[jesuistrestriste]

frustrated, overworked, sad art donaldson who comes home to you after losing what was supposed to be an ‘easy win’

and when he gets in the door, he doesn’t even take his shoes off before he’s tracking you down in your guys’ apartment; he could’ve been a bloodhound in a past life with the way he’s able to find you just by scent alone

when he does find you, curled up on the bed as you work on your laptop, there’s not a moment of hesitation before he’s crawling up over you and pushing your device aside. he’s got this soft, needy expression on his face, and then you feel his sticky + sweaty body pressing down over yours.

he’s already aching in his athletic shorts, pent up from all the adrenaline and guilt from the loss. he begins rutting down over your clothed hips like a dog in heat; burying his face into the warmth of your neck and murmuring little words and whines and moans.

his palms are pressed down on either side of your body to cage you in, his fingers curled to clutch the sheets as he bucks and rolls his cock against your pelvis. you can feel it too, it’s hot and pulsing and heavy in the confines of the fabric, and he doesn’t seem like’s gonna stop to wait for you to give any sort of protest.

you do try, pushing your hands against his chest and saying things like, “Art— wait—“

but he just shakes his head and lets out a pleading, guttural whine as he fucks your body through the layers of cotton and spandex material. your hesitancy to indulge him right away only riles him up more; heightening the desperation boiling in his core.

he’s not even totally aware of what he’s doing now, just mindlessly and frantically pushing his body down over yours and babbling rushed, whispered phrases.

“oh god, please— please, i wan’ you, need you, need this—“

“need to feel you, need to— i j-just— ohhh— fuuhhcckkk—!”

“can i come? i can’t hold it— im not gonna hold it— can’t— stop— oh shit—! baby, i’m gonna come.. ‘m gonna— about to—!”

he spills into his boxers + his shorts, gushing thick ropes as he shudders and mouths at your neck. his jaw is nearly slack.

art’s usually one to take things slow, so this whole thing is odd, but you start to realize that he’s probably only behaving this way because he’d just lost the match you sent him off to on his own.

you don’t need him to tell you that he lost, you know now.

you hold him as he collapses, panting and gasping, and you kiss the side of his head.

“you’ll do better next time,” you whisper to him.

he won’t.

[thedreadvampy]

Losing my shit about this article in which a transphobic Tory was so busy panicking about existing in the vicinity of a Trans that she almost certainly misheard "jeans" as "penis" and decided that not only was this a problem with the other woman, but also that the world must be informed of this pressing danger.

"a trans woman! I had to stand directly behind her....I thought, 'this is going well', I'm handling The Situation fine'..."

translated: I saw a tall woman with broad shoulders. How would I get out of this alive? I thought. she has a PENIS. PENIS PENIS PENIS. through some force of PENIS I mean will I managed to PENIS behave normally towards her. My hands were PENIS PENIS PENIS shaking as I tried to dry them. summoning up all my PENIS courage I said 'dryer's crap innit'. she turned to me and said " yeah I'm just goiPENIS PENIS PENIS"

It's been a week and I'm still shaking. This proves trans women are the problem and I'm not weird. I'm fine. It's fine. If you think about it I'm the hero hePENIS!!!!!

very this

[daftpatience]

big batch of cat mugs coming 🎉

[hoofpeet]

Headed home from a swim 👌

[bowenoke]

edit: btw it is not safe to wear contacts in the shower! the option is included for accuracy, but please consider throwing on an old pair of glasses or just going blind into that wet box instead.

[theacademiccottage]

“No matter how busy you may think you are, you must find time for reading, or surrender yourself to self-chosen ignorance.”

- Atwood H. Townsend

[c-rowlesdraws]

it's the young lady in my icon again!! It's Chrysanthemum. I wanted to update her outfit to have it look more like clothes someone raised by a human would choose, because she never actually met another person of her species until she was a young adult. She also likes sewing and embroidery, and has been making/modifying her own clothes for a long time (out of necessity and also for fun), so her little top and the long, flowy part of her headdress (and her pants in the second sketch) have decorative flourishes.

Pata in the second sketch has lived away from his homeland and in a more multicultural area for a few years, so his actual everyday clothes also somewhat resemble the clothes worn by humans and other sorts of people-- but here he's dressed in a traditional outfit to show both the fashion contrast and height/build contrast between Chrysanthemum and an average adult of her species.

[seiwas]

for writing game, iwaizumi + assistance <3

hope this sparks some inspo and thank you in advancee

hi there!! thanks for sending in a prompt 🫶

contains: friends to lovers (ish), halloween parties, reader is dressed as catwoman, expletives, iwaizumi is thiiiiis 🤏 close to murdering seijoh4 (jk)

iwaizumi + assistance

this is a set-up.

iwaizumi knows he shouldn't have fucking believed anything the boys "promised" him back when they assigned him this costume.

the suit is fucking tight, spandex digging into his groins and all other crevices that definitely should be aired out after after a few hours. he's had to constantly readjust his stance almost every few minutes, the black fabric compressing his thighs and torso, significantly constricting the range of motion his shoulders and arms are typically used to. if anything else, it could double up as a back brace from how rigidly straight it's kept his posture all night.

he'll give it to makki though; he did outdo himself sourcing this year's costumes―this batman set looks pretty damn legit.

except for one tiny problem.

there's no fucking pee hole. it's a zip-up, zip-down one-piece situation. and that normally wouldn't be a problem, except that oikawa "accidentally" knocked over a cocktail straight into his pants, the sickeningly sweet liquid now seeping straight into the fabric and past his boxers―cold and sticky as it touches his skin.

and so, the problem: his pants are wet, it makes him want to fucking pee, and coincidentally, the only vacant bathroom is across the hall, at your apartment.

this is why he believes this is a set up. that, and the fact that you're dressed in an outfit strikingly similar―just with cat ears.

he's been asked five times in this party if you're in matching couple outfits.

it catches him off guard, flusters him because of how badly he wants to say yes. but, you're just friends, and he doesn't even think you like him that way (despite mattsun and oikawa practically begging him to confess. makki tells him he thinks you're going to do it first).

so he politely smiles and says no, but you look good, your costume clinging to you in all the right places. thank fucking god he has a cape because he's pretty sure he spent the first 30 minutes in the party hiding his boner.

"hajime, it's fine, i swear," you stand beside him in front of the conveniently locked bathroom in oikawa's apartment. from the other side of the door, he's pretty sure he hears mattsun and his girlfriend mumbling. maybe fucking? who knows. "you can just use the bathroom in my apartment."

he glances at you before closing his eyes, contemplating, before finally agreeing to you.

"okay."

if he's being honest with himself, friends is definitely an incomplete label to what you are. as oikawa's neighbor, you are conveniently around all the time; and oikawa being oikawa, the ever-social butterfly, he's somehow managed to carve a space for you in the friend group.

(never mind the fact that oikawa's sniffed him out from the moment he first introduced you.)

you were a crush, then a friend, and now you're someone he picks up from work and drives back home three times a week, because he "has to train oikawa." you don't question it, even when you both know he stays over for dinner way past the gym's open hours.

"you know where it is," you open your apartment and urge him in.

"sorry again," he turns to face you.

"yeah, yeah, just pee!" you laugh, shoving him towards the bathroom door.

getting out of the suit is manageable, and he's able to wipe off a bit of the cocktail that's leaked to the suit and his boxers just to make sure it isn't gross and sticky when he gets home later. peeing is a big relief once he gets it over with, but it's when he has to suit up again that things become difficult.

stretching out the spandex one body part at a time is a workout in itself―the hardest task being when he has to pull it over his shoulders, adjusting it to fit properly over his arms and chest.

but then the zipper breaks.

and he truly thinks makki has fucked him over.

iwaizumi contemplates what to do next for a good, good while. he tries calling oikawa, only to no success every time; no way in hell is he calling mattsun in the middle of having sex. and calling makki isn't even an option; he'd never hear the end of it.

then you knock on the door, your voice soft and concerned as you ask, "hajime? you good in there?" you hit it spot on, too, "do you need help with your suit?"

iwaizumi presses his palms to his eyes. he's a rational man, straightforward and logical in thinking. there is literally no other option for him right now but to ask help from you. again.

fuck.

.

it's 30 minutes later when oikawa barges in your door, and the sight that greets him is iwaizumi in nothing but a hoodie (the hoodie you borrowed some time ago) and his boxers, with his hands on your waist as you hover your hairdryer over the crotch of his batman costume―cat headpiece off and all.

"you finally got together?!"

[shapeshiftinterest]

dry bones bowser giving a piranha plant bouquet to balloon world luigi disguised as a mummy/ chincho

luigi was doing balloon world stuff when he gets called for another haunted mansion mission

note: luigi is alive in this, bowser's the undead one

luigi: eh? for-a luigi?

dry bowser: /nods enthusiastically/

bowuigi halloween event

prompt mix:

undead

haunted house

[ima-mezz]

Have I ever mentioned that I love Ash 👀

Without text

[wisteriagoesvroom]

core quality of being an oscar enjoying is knowing that he’s very serious but also patently unserious

[jesuistrestriste]

okay this is so random, but I've been listening to mr.saxobeat on repeat for like 3 days (i luv nostalgia) and I thought of art. like imagine art at the club with reader and they're dancing on each other, the reader is whining and grinding on art while he's kissing on her neck and then they get home and have some steamyyyy hot sex like WHEW ( idek if fantasy is the right word but whenever I get a boyfriend, one of the things i'd love to do is go to the club with him and just dance on him and have a good ass time but men suck lol)

ughhhh yea:/ getting him all worked up on the dance floor and then letting him take all of the frustration out on you once you’re back home ..

i feel like if you take him to the club, he’s all over you. it’s a chance for him to just completely let loose with you; buying you whatever drink you want and kissing gulps of it into your mouth—licking the sticky remnants off of your chin when it dribbles down—before he buries his face into your neck and pulls your hips to his.

his biceps are flexing while he hold you flush to him, moaning against your warm skin and trying to grind against your body. he’s rolling his half-hard cock into your ass from behind after you’ve flipped around to dance with him like that. the music pounding in your guys’ ears, the colored lights pulsing in your vision, while you cling to each other to keep yourselves upright. it’s all heavy breathing and low groans after awhile. . .

and art’s a complete mess by the end of the night, basically sweating pure alcohol and arousal.

it’s a miracle that he didn’t cum in his pants before he could get you two a taxi and go home to fuck you sloppily against the apartment door as soon as it shuts. his hand cupping your jaw as he whines and breathes into the back of your neck, “need this, needed this, fuck fuck fuck, god-!”

[pikhachu]

rain is the best thing in the world best thing to ever exist

[blondiedae]

dry house, wet clothes masterlist

𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃 dry house, wet clothes

pairing. johnny suh x afab!reader x jeong jaehyun

genre. angst, fluff, smut, slow burn (for jaehyun), friends to lovers (for johnny)

warnings. swearing, mentions of drinking, miscommunication trope, pining, men yearning, smut tagged appropriately in individual chapters.

plot. the four of you have spent years building the world around you, your friendship, your weekends together hidden in jaehyun's loft. you, mark, johnny and jaehyun. shaking the foundation of that by being in love with your best friend, jaehyun, is a risk you've never been confident enough to take. but, johnny suh is confident and johnny suh has been known to shake the world around you.

playlist. here !

𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃

chapter one. chapter two. chapter three. chapter four. chapter five. chapter six. chapter seven. chapter eight. chapter nine. chapter ten. chapter eleven.

the end! :)

[mewobrute]

cross in the washing machine.