#it cold. halp

[khan-crete]

mutuals come sleep over at my house and bring your plushies so they can have a play date together

[leiflitter]

So hi friends i am v sleepy and got that Needy Brain soooooo uh

Any nice asks would be v appreciated for my dopamine stores 👉👈

[simplyghosting]

Ah…I have forgotten..there is..no heater..in the office. It is January.

[goldenworldsabound]

Francis 🥰❤️💕

[shaldoreis]

until i actually learn how to draw shaw and flynn im drawing them as kitty cats. ok. gootbye.

[sweetdreamspootypie]

I'm stuck (executive dysfunction sit very still)

And the Emails are gunna Get Me (it's Friday again so I have once again missed access to an office hours task)

[owensbabygirl]

𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 °●.○•°●.. 𝐌.𝐒

warnings: smut, heavy?-plot, kissing, cursing, counter- unprotected sex, p in v, pet names (baby), marking up, tell me if there's more. dividers by @issysh3ll

english is not my first language.

the sound of the spiraling mixer kept humming in the background as you added the eggs into the batter, the thick mixture looks almost cartoon-ish to your eyes.

you couldn't sleep, no matter how much you tried to turn and find the cooler side of the pillow, your eyes won't rest, your cold, goosebumped dermis won't stop sending shivers through you, keeping you awake until the late hours of the night.

it was annoying since it wasn't the first time this happened; it's the third night in a row that you needed to take a pill to sleep, which didn't really halped either.

such as matt, but he was more used to it, it was like his little nightly routine. he was scrolling endlessly on his phone, and when that became boring- he threw himself over the couch and watched some trashy action movies from the 80s.

it wasn’t hard to hear the fake gunshots and overly dramatic grunts coming from the TV. when you turned to the other side again, the flickering light seeped through the small crack in the door.

you slid out the sheets, walking out the door to see matt sitting there, casually man-spreading on the couch. "why are you up?" he asked while you walked closer to sit next to him. "couldn't sleep," you exhaled, leaning your head on his chest, your eyes relaxing a bit from his calm breathing.

you sure 'bout that? kid u're almost droolin' over me" matt observed, wrapping his hand around your shoulder as he brought you closer to him "I know" you whined "I'm so tired but I just can't sleep".

matt stayed quiet, continued looking around the house until his eyes locked on it, the little recipe book collecting dust in the corner of the kitchen. "you hungry?" he queried, you looked up at him, where did that come from? "hungry?" you repeated questionly. "it's a yes or no question".

that wasn't wired, but the way he said it- he didn't asked, he knew what he wanted. you shifted away from his chest to sit properly. "what were you thinking 'bout?".

you didn't know how that happened, how you ended up getting ingredients out the fridge on fucking 3am to make blueberry muffins, "" matt licked his lips while looking at the blend.

"y'know, you could help making instead staring at it," you said as you took the baking pan and other ingredients out the drawer, by the time you set then all up you still heard no answer, not hearing anything actually, matt was quiet, too quiet. "matt,...matt?....matt!?"

"yeah" he muttered quietly, his mind too focused on the way the blueberries sank into the dough, not hearing that this is the third time you called for his name

"are you eve- MATT!" You groned, taking a small amount of flour in your hand and throwing it in his face, giggling softly to yourself.

"UAH! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" he yelled, taking a step back as he tried to get rid of the white powder scattered all over his face.

(charli xcx sneezed on him type shit)

"Come on matt" you continued giggling. "it's not that bad." "are you fucking kidding me!? YOU GOT IT IN MY EYES!" he angered, blinking a little to see what's around him. He wanted to slid that off and laugh, but when you continued tittering and pointed out at him, he needed to give back.

He looked around, he saw the flour, but it was too boring to "revange" the same way, but then he saw the blueberries, those old, sweet, skin sticking blueberries.

Before you could even say something or hide he grabbed then in his hand and threw then all over you, the little fruits hitting your face and body, their purple-y juice splashing all over you amd made your skin be so...sticky.

You let out a gasp and looked up to meet his eyes "oh you are so dead" you smirked, amd within a second, both of you held random components and started to throw them on each other.

All of matt’s hair went shiny from oil and yours looked like it aged a few years from the flour. Since you also forgot to turn the mixer off, the batter became overloaded and chunks of dough flew out and got sticked on you two, and the walls, and the counters, and the drawers, and the floor, and everything.

Both of you quickly rushed to turn it off, your pasty skins touching which made matt let out a disgusted giggle, and when he turned the mixer off, you both just bursted out in laughter for all what just happened, standing there, gross then ever, as matt hugged your waist and you balanced yourself with a hand on his upper chest.

You took a few steps back to lean against the island counter, matt still hugging you as the laughs started to fade. It was fun, sure- but matt couldn't give up without saying the last word.

So after you thought this whole "fight" was over, you heard an egg crack, and before you coukd understand why matt smiled this wildly, you felt this disgusting, nauseating texture of the raw egg sliding down your head and back, which made you whine an "ewwwugh".

You threw your head back, trying to make it slide away faster, you didn't gave back, you knew you practically started all this so this is your payment, but whike you did so, matt just kept smiling. "who's laughing now, huh?" He teased.

Lowering your head, now level with his eyes as you sighed. "Matt, you need to learn when to shut up."

"Oh really? Look who's talking, " he remarked, moving his hands up from your waist to the back of your neck, pulling you closer with that knowing smirk.

You leaned closer too, so close that you could feel his warm breath, but not enough to close the gap between your faces. You knew this was another some kind of a game, of who is going to give in first, matt alwyes liked that shit, but you weren't to give in, not now.

Just like you knew about this game, matt knew you won't give in. So if you won't give in for a kiss, you would give in for something else.

Matt hauled down his head, letting his tongue lick the spurts of blueberry juice who sticked there from beforehand

"m-matt, what are you doing?" You probed.

this was from the kinds of things matt didn't like, or did he? He never really tried to do (so-called) wired things, but now when he did, it didn't look like he was going to stop any sooner.

He gently tilted your head, his hands holding you in a more firm grip to keep you in place. There was a moment of pause, like he wanted to sevor the intimate moment, and then, he pressed his lips harder at that spot, his teeth grazing it.

He continued to nip the poor, bitten spot. matt knew you so well, he knew how you acted even when his eyes were closed. He knew you wouldn't want to show you needs, show how much you wanted him.

You bit your lip to quiet the little mewls you wanted to let out so bad, but matt knew better, he moved one hand who held you in place and blindly searched for your lips, bringing his finger to part your lips just at the right time to hear that little whine rolling off your tongue. You tilted your head desperately to the side, exposing more of your neck for him.

"fuck I love blueberries" matt whispered to your ear, but it sounded like he more said to himself.

While you were "busy" tagging your hands in his hair and pull him closer, matts hands lowred to hold your hips, gripping them tightly. He cut the contect with your neck, moving to nip the other side of your neck as he lifted you up and set you on the surprisingly clean part of the counter, not daring to look up at your eyes.

Desperation was at the highest, hands gripping on his hair as your head was fully thrown back right now. Your legs wrapping around him- pulling him closer, needing him close as possible.

Once matt had you where he wanted, he slipped his hands under your top, his cold hands touching your now heated skin- making you hiss a little, but you couldn't give a fuck less. The top quickly found itself thrown on the floor.

Matt wasn't any less desperate- if not more. He couldn't let go of your touch, so he grabbed your face with one hand, capturing your lips in a sloppy kiss as he clumsily unbuckled his belt with his other, eager to feel you.

Unbuttoning his jeans and taking them with his boxers down to his ankles. Matt kept kissing you, you parted your lips farther and drew his face nearer. your thumbs caressing his cheeks to feel the thick bristles, matt's tongue darted into your mouth as you opened your mouth further for him, his tongue immediately going to explore the inside of your mouth. He could feel his mind growing fuzzy with desire and need for you.

Now when kept his face in place and his hands were free he lifted your hip with one hand to take your pants and underwear off from one side and then from the other, throwing the clothes to wherever.

He brought one hand to stroke his aching, tip leaking cock. He wanted to tease you to make you say how much you were trobbing to feel him in you- but couldn't.

The sight of you leaning your forehead against his, dark, now doe eyes staring to his soul, was too much.

He gave no warnings- but singed when he gripped your hip tighter before you felt him inside of you, you letting out a mix of a gasp and a moan as you buried your head in his neck, your hand gripping on his shirt.

Matt's eyes widened as he first felt himself swollen deep in you, exhaling loudly as hus chest raised and falled from over pulse. It felt like something snapped inside of him and all the gentle, feather-light touches were gone.

He trusted into you, his dick being pressed from all sides just the right way. "you feel...fuck...so good" he panted, his hands moving to grip your ass, nails digging at it as his hips slapped against your own, your body bouncing as he picked up the pace.

matt smiled when he saw how quiet you were, gripping on his shoulders and biting your cheek to not let out any sound, honestly, it was amusing for him. "c'mon baby, let me hear you"

all you could let out was a little hum, you knew that your body was going betray you if you'll open your mouth. "let me hear you now or I'll stop." matt demanded, his pace slowing down each trust.

"mm...no!" you mewled "please matt, don't stop."

"why? you want this, huh? go on then baby, say how much you want it" he grunted, his slow trusts pacing up when he saw you freeing your head out his neck "please matt, please" you pined.

"yeah...yeah say m' name name like that" he teased, his hands once again sliding up to find your waist, clutching on it as he trusted into your gloppy walls, and fast, really fast, so much that you couldn't moan to the feeling of him touching a spot since he already touched another delicate one.

a following whimper rolled off your tongue, your legs around him encouraging him to get closer, you needed more. more touch, more of his dick, more.

as much as matt wanted to look up to see your desperate, eager eyes. he couldn't stop staring at your tits, how they bounced so hard theat they almost fell out your bra, like they called for his name.

his hands moved up from your waist to your torso as he lowred his head, shoving his face between them. you reached you a hand to take the bra off but matt pushed it away, he liked how they were put together, so close that matt could just feel his stubble scratching them.

"mm...fuck, so good." you moaned, his lips biting the area around your nipple, leaving a few marks in their awake.

you smiled, your fingers holding on his messed up hair as he worshipped your body, but the ego boost didn't last long when matt lifted you up and set you on your ass instead of the back of your thighs, the new angle letting him hit other cushioned spot "uh-uh fuck....oh my....shiiit" matt moaned.

"matt...f-fuck I'm so close" your eyes rolled back and mouth parted to get more air into your lungs. "me too, hold it." he urged, trusting faster if that was even possible.

"fuck please please please" you begged, even that you didn't knew why for. your moans becoming more frequently, and when matt looked down on the base of his cock he saw the knot of your stomach already started to form. "oww...god, look at that" he admired.

your nails digged to his back through his shirt, dragging them down in a hopeless try to let some of the pressure out. "matt please...aw my god!" his hips pressed against you a few more times before your body clinged to his body, your legs shaking as your release crushed out of you in tender waves.

"fuck" you mewled loudly, matt's climax not far behind. his hips shivred seconds later as he came into your flattering walls, groaning as your pussy milked him dry. your panted, your breathing coming in short pants as he held you close, letting the high wash away from him.

matt stayed still for a few moments before moving his hands to cup your face "you're good? didn't hurt or anything, right?" he asked, a little hint of worry in his eyes "no..that was...it was good." you breathed out.

"well lets get cleaned up...literally, your hair still has that egg smell on it" matt teased "well your hair is full of oil too" you teased back.

yall I wrote this when I was stoned lmao this is just too cute to keep it to myself, reblog if you liked it ig, love yall pretty cheeks thx for reading♡

[girldraki]

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mixed state mtuesday

[ronearoundblindly]

Kissing, lighting and sleepy sex for Hideout Steve and Reader?

I am not prepared. My feels...they shall be too deep and endless. I shall try anyway.

From this dirty ask game for this AU series where Nomad Steve lets motel-employee!Reader soothe his touch-starved body. Lawd, halp me, this is about to get crunk in a tooth-rotting, put-some-pillows-beneath-you you're-gonna-faint type o' way. [y'all can't tell I drank during the eclipse today, right? I'm subtle? Cool.] MINORS DNI.

K - Kissing

ACK My heart! Or rather, there is something deeply adoring for Steve when you kiss his chest, over his heart. It makes him feel just that much more like a person who lives in this world, who belongs in this world, who will return one day to this world...

His hands are also a big one--no, not just actually big hands, but important to show love to because he uses them for such violence. Each kiss is like a little touch of forgiveness for what he's done or had to do with those hands. He appreciates the trust it takes, too, to kiss his palms, when he could easily stop you breathing (sorry, that sounds dark, but Nomad was in a dark place, okay, bad things occur to him now).

Steve loves to kiss your stomach, and it might be somewhat taboo to say, but he has a touch of that crawl-back-home-for-safety comfort thing going on when he presses close and holds your center to him. It's not a mommy kink or roleplay, per se; he relishes the connectedness of being one and curling up against you is the only non-sexual way he knows how to achieve that--like in Chapter 3 when he falls asleep in that position.

As far as leaving marks though? Steve can emphatically say 'hell no,' not on purpose. Pain is a bit, meh, weird for him because he heals so quickly. He might not even notice if you did bite or bruise him. He certainly wouldn't see it in the morning. He does not in any way associate marks with love or affection since he only ever saw them on himself after fights or on women (including his Ma) after being abused.

That is not love to Steve.

It's control, it's dominance, it's inequality, and he fucking hates it.

L - Lighting

Steve entirely defers to you on whether there are actual lights on or off. He likes to use his senses to explore and enjoy you, so without light is fine. He's just here for you.

Steve does, however,--no spoilers for Chapter 5--like ambiance such as candles or something dim and colorful. He thinks you'd look unbelievably perfect beside a sparkling Christmas Tree. He hopes to celebrate (all holidays and birthdays and everything) openly with you some day. The sooner the better.

(Except, no audience for him making love to you under those twinkling lights, please. He's staunchly opposed to that sort of thing.)

S - Sleepy Sex

So, again, no spoilers for Chapter 5, but once Steve gets comfortable with oral sex he is comfortable with oral sex, if you catch my drift.

If he wakes up first, he's on you in some way, arms and legs draped over you, kissing any place he can get to, man-handling you just enough to start something he 100% will finish. He's just...uh god, so attentive.

With the super senses and being a fugitive though, it's not often that you can wake up before him, truly, which limits or completely removes the ability to surprise him with a blowjob, but he will dreamily let you roam wherever your mouth and hands take you. As long as there's lots of contact. As much as possible really. Like lay your arms across his thighs and abs while playing with him. Maybe put your body over one of his legs and ride his foot if you need to. He must feel attached in some way. Cold, distant, or separated does not do it for him.

Here's my absolute, I-will-die, favorite thing about Hideout Steve though: when he's tired/fatigued/worn out/sleepy, he gets louder.

Much. Much. Louder, babes.

No cursing, mostly, but all the moans and groans and whining are totally dialed up. And I don't know about y'all, but I can't really think of anything fucking sexier than Nomad Steve screaming that he's gonna come.

🥵

Thank you for asking!

A/N: Here lies Ro in a puddle. She made up a man she wants and will never have.

[Main Masterlist; Hideout Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

[tparker48]

Request for Ayosus

After falling victim to a Ashton's prank, Austin was made pliable as he was turned into a pair of underwear. He tried him on for himself, mushing him between his cheeks as the thin lining danced over his hole. Having had his fun, he placed Austin along the bench as he fished for the antidote. But his friend Jeremy distracted him, telling Ashton about their last game.

Austin couldn't access the rest of his face, flopping around the bench to turn himself over. "Hey guys? A little help here?"

He slowly moved along the edge of the bench, the sleeve of the jockstrap slouching toward the floor. Jerking again, gravity took control as he fell off the bench, landing in a duffle back further below. It reeked of musk, a dildo bulging into his face.

He struggled to remove the rubbery cock head. His mouth snagging on the puffed edges "Gas? Halp!"

The two continued to talk, turning the corner as Jermey showed images on his phone. Another door soon opened, water droplets hitting the cemented floor before a shadow appeared over the bag. Austin couldn't muster the strength to turn himself to look, forcing himself to use his weak angle of his eyes as he looked around the filled bag. He noticed a translucent cup just next to him, a glare from the slanted ceiling as a figure loomed overhead.

A watery hand soon entered, cold droplets pattering into his gaping hole as he was lifted to the outside. The bag came into view. Watery feet wiggling below as a towel wrapped around a pair of legs. Fingertips tapped at the jockstrap, Austin's gaze filling with a built football player as their face came to view. It was Zane, the gassy football player on his team. His gaze was turned forward, fingers widening the underwear as he peeked inside.

"I know for a fact these aren't my underwear, who keeps leaving these in here?" He said, prodding at the puckering cushion.

Austin's eyes scrunched as his hole was stretched open. He wanted to close it to deter from the humiliation, but the prying finger denied it as it burrowed through his now cottoned backside.

"Hmm, ah well. I guess I can try these on, beats wearing my boxers again after practice." Zane unraveled his towel, letting it drop to the floor before he lowered the jockstrap to his feet. Stepping inside, he guided it up his thigh as it cushioned beneath him.

Austin gazed around him, towering thighs filling his peripheral as he rose higher up. Round muscle caved into his facing, rolling beneath him as his elasticity was put to the test. His eyes slanted. His mouth thinned as he sank between flesh and drenched him in warm water. His ass pulled away from him, the cock protruding in between as it guided itself into his hole.

Austin winced, his limbs aching as they were stretched like taffy. "That's..Ah! Hey!"

Zane snapped the waistband along himself, adjusting the front of the jockstrap as the corners of his testicles bulged from the curvature of the fabric. "Damn these sure are tight. Whoever wears these daily really needs a wardrobe change."

He lifted his shorts to his legs, tucking the jockstrap inside as he grabbed the rest of his things. Austin was shrouded in darkness, the mounds tenderizing corners of his face as the player began to walk. This is maddening, Austin thought. This was supposed to be a light prank, not a change of fashion. He struggled against his restrained environment, each step sinking him back to the puckered hole that pinched at his face.

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Zane tied his shorts around his waist before taking a turn toward the exercising room. The day was still young enough for him to get a quick exercise before traffic kicked in through the gym. entering through the metal doors, he followed the pathway towards the glass rooms that rested around him, selecting one in the far corner where dumb bells rested on the shelves.

He closed the door, taking the time to stretch his legs to warm them up. They snagged against the jockstrap, twisting like gears rusted together as it pulled at his pubic hairs. These things were certainly rigid, he thought. He tugged harder as they slid against them, stretching them to its max as he took a step.

"Zane!" Austin's voice rang. Softened by the player's glutes.

Zane turned around, following the voice behind him, finding only himself in the room as the other rooms were clear. He could have swore he heard someone. Was it just in his head? He shrugged as he took to the equipment, exercising his arms as he sat upon the bench.

"Yo Zane!" A voice came from the door, Ashton entering as Jeremy followed behind him.

"Oh what's up? I thought I heard someone talking." Zane said, dabbing them as they closed the door.

"What, did you think you were the only one looking for a quiet space? Hah, don't think so."

"We were just having a little fun with Austin. Though he seemed to have slipped from our sight" Ashton said.

Zane lifted his weights, squatting down to grab another dumb bell. "He always seems to do that. If he's not distant he's up in your business." He continued to lift, but felt a snag pull at his hairs. He winced at the sharp pain, forcing himself out of the crouched position as he sat the dumbbells along the corner. "And he's not the only one, this jockstrap is so damn tight."

"Take off your shorts, that should do it."

"I don't want to risk the coach walking in on us. Still remember he thought we were having a cock contest."

"Ah don't be such a worry wart." Ashton said. "There's no one here besides us."

That statement didn't sound promising, but it was better than having his undergarments tearing at his body. He ringed his fingers along the rim of his shorts, stepping out of them as he scooted it beneath the bench. "There, that feels a lot better."

He stretched his legs and popped his toes, returning back to his squats before he lost track. The two watched as he lifted himself from the ground. Ashton eyed Zane's backside, the jockstrap wrapped around drawing his attention. He moved in, walking behind Zane as he could feel the wind flow from his body.

"Ah how badly I wanted to let them breathe. You have no Ide-" a palm struck his backside, his muscle recoiling as he locked in place. His glutes rippled, a burning sensation spreading across his left cheek. "The hell?!"

"Mm, it's got that ripple effect to it." Ashton said.

"Really? Let me have a try." Jeremy said.

Zane shrouded his behind with his palms. "Nobody's trying anything! This ass is unsmakable!"

"Aw come on, just a little squeeze. Those things really bring out your ass."

"Yeah, like a giant beach ball."

"You think?..I mean, no! It's off limits." Zane grabbed his shorts beneath the bench and placed them back on.

He could still feel the impact from Ashton's palm, pulsing beneath the layers of his shorts. He'd better not half left a mark, he thought. But despite the smack, Ashton's words did stick, this jockstrap does bring out his ass. Too much if it got them excited. Maybe he could..no, he didn't have time to think about it now. He had to get home before the sun left the sky.

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The door opened softly as the cool air welcomed Zane. His tired feet aching from the long flight of stairs as they carried him through the room. He turned the conditioning higher, stripping down to his underwear as he walked around the living room.

Deep between his mounds, Austin still remained squished, unable to smell the cool air blowing into the player's body as salty fluid dampened the middle of his face. How long has it been since he's been worn? He couldn't remember the time of day before he was succumbed by the mountain of flesh. Even without the fabric covering overhead, the space looked dim as he gazed out from the valleyed crack.

But that all changed as a thud rung through the walls, the crack rippling before fingers widened them.

The musky scenery transformed, cool conditioning blowing into Austin as the scent of roses carried in its wind. Looking through the narrow window of the mounds, he saw Zane move through the room as a mattress rested near the wall, tossing off the last of his clothing as it dangled off the far shelf.

A mirror loomed into his view, Zane's slender physique filling the frame as he looked back and rubbed over his rear. He pinched at the cheek, exposing his predicament mirror. "Damn thing's in there deep, no wonder it was soar on the way here."

Austin squinted upon the player's pries, flinching as fingers prodded at the strip. He tried opening his mouth, but found them sealed shut by the crumpled folds, barely able to let out a mutter as the fingers climbed over him. The digit ringed beneath his face, bulging one side off the other as it stirred inside the puckering hole behind him. He winced at its sloppy sound, like someone smacking their lips in his ear as the finger nudged against him.

"I guess that's gonna be the best gap. My guts feel like they're on fire." Zane said.

Zane took a breath, the mounds rippling as bubbling filled Austin's lobes. That couldn't be what he thought it was, he thought. He didn't know if he could even withstand its blasts. The glutes turned to the ceilings, fingers latching to the corners of the ass as they pulled more flesh apart. A hiss rang from the hole like a tear in an inflatable device, warmth radiating his nostrils as it climbed to the rest of the fabric.

"That's it..just gotta..s..squeeze it." Zane said, churns resonating in his waist as he pulled his cheeks further apart.

Austin winced at the player's foul aroma, a sharp scent of sulfur bringing him to tears as it soaked into him. He'd believe he'd melt with how hot it was, but the mixture of the cool conditioning deterred that from happening. But it did nothing for the frowsy breath that remained. Moans filled the air, a finger dipping into his face as they released the bonds blocking his mouth, stuffing the fingertip inside as it drove into the tight sphincter.

"Ah fuck, there we go. That feels a little bit better." Zane leaned his rear higher, fingering the fabric as his shaft erected.

It was like being skewered as Austin endured the assault. The salty finger in his mouth was already enough he could handle, but the impact of the cock against his hole drove him on edge as he squirmed pleasure. His moans softened by the finger, gumming at the knuckle to catch Zane's attention. He tried to muster words, but came distorted by the flesh blanketed by his own body, shriveling as the finger retracted.

Zane was drunk on his own pleasure, cupping his crotch as it leaked seed from deeper within. Hands clutched eagerly at the corner of his ass, sending Austin in darkness once again as muscle squeaked around him. The earthy scent spread along the walls like cologne, constantly invading his nose as the sweat soaked higher into the fabric.

The hand tossed to the side, Zane beginning to loft as he leaned off the bed. He looked to his bubbled glutes, ringing his fingers against the lining of his crack as a fart squeezed from inside. He pulled them apart, the puckered star blossoming as it nipped at Austin. He farted again, its boom shaking him to his core as it rumbled through him.

Austin blinked to adjust to the blistering air, his lips more maneuverable as he smacked the ends together. “Z..Za..Zan-” a ring echoed through the room, Zane turning over as he picked up the phone.

"Yo Ashton, finally decided to get out of the gym?” Zane said.

“Yeah we decided to call it quits, we can’t seem to find Austin anywhere.”

“Bummer, that sucks. He must’ve gone home when we went to the gym. You know how he gets when it comes to being a plus one.”

“Hehe, yeah I suppose you're right.” his friend said. “Say, you still have that underwear on?”

Austin tried to speak, but the player's thighs mushed against him. “Yeah, I still got them on. They’re still tight, but I think my ass is starting to get used to them.”

“You should wear them often, they make you look sexy. With how tight they are I bet they remind me of when I tried on Austin.”

"Tried on?"

“I-I mean would you look at the time, I’d best be getting some sleep. Chow!”

Zane opened his mouth to speak, but the line ended as a buzz rang through his ear. Shrugging it off, he pulled the covers over his waist. Leaving just a glimpse of his smooth rear as it pointed to the mirror. He smiled as he looked to his backside. “Fuck it, I'm already too deep to not wear where them now. Though they could use a bit of stretching.”

He rubbed over his glutes with the covers, his fingers ringing into his crack. He heaved at himself, gas spewing out from his hole as it escaped into the open air. Austin looked through the tight valley, his eyes watering as he tried to call for Zane. But the sharp hiss drowned him out, the glutes closing together as they sealed his fate. From that day one, he was no more than a pair of undergarments. Worn to every occasion Zane went to as he traveled through practice. Many still wonder where Austin disappeared to. But if they listened, they could hear the soft sound of muffling. But they will never know from where.

[bitletsanddrabbles]

Brainstorm Session? Please? ...HALP!

One of the New Scenes in Stolen Child is right after Thomas has moved into his shiny new room, but is still way too shell shocked to enjoy how shiny it is, let alone unpack. Branson's PoV, he winds up checking in on the new brother-in-law for a little heart-to-heart. Originally this was tacked on at the end of another scene, but that other scene changed and honestly it always felt like it should be longer, so! New scene!

The problem is how to start it. Right now, the intro is terrible. Awful. I seriously kinda want to print it out and burn it. My beta reader hates it. It must die. It's this super contrived thing where they're having tea and tea is spilled on Branson's shirt and oh no, must go change! And he bumps into Andy upstairs and Andy asks if Thomas is really the heir and Tom gets the idea in his head that a conversation really would be a good idea right now. And so he goes and there is talking.

Now, once we get upstairs, everything is fine. The talking to Andy actually works, despite the station difference. If I remember correctly, Branson starts it (I have not looked at it today), so there's no impertinence or unprofessional behavior going on. The problem is getting Branson upstairs. I considered having him lie down with a headache, but honestly, I feel like I've given everyone in the story a headache by now, and it makes less likely for him to need to lay down than half a dozen people who haven't done it. Having to change clothes makes sense, but it's nowhere near dinner and I can't think of another reason. If I'm reading the weather report right, it would not have been raining (I think I actually screwed that up earlier in the story, dang it. Why are these things such a pain to read? Why am I insane enough to need to care?), so a mishap with a mud puddle is out. Sybbie is old enough that playing with her probably wouldn't lead to messes. He'd wear something over his clothes when working in the garage...and honestly, given the last scene we saw him in he was talking to Mary outside, that doesn't really make sense anyway.

If anyone has any suggestion or pain killers or recipes for nice, soothing snakies when life is making you want to hit your head against things, it would be greatly appreciated. I have been cold, stressed, and tired lately so my brain is not braining well here.

[thenoellebird]

hALP

GUYS GUYS GUYS so Um in my bio it says I'm an author. While that is true, I also dabble in fanfiction hehe SO I...WAS FEELING ANGSTY...AND STARTED WRITING A REALLY REALLY ANGSTY FANFIC BASED ON https://www.tumblr.com/communities/ofsgfs/post/771448037178540032/self-harm-under-the-cut-i-see-a-lot-of-ford <<<THIS POST...AND I FINALLY GOT MY ACCOUNT OPEN ON Ao3. SOoooooo I want to post it but I'm getting a case of le cold feets and need encouragement. I'm so haphazard and feel ragged and torn and half dead rn so its made me scared. I even made fanart for this fic and I have other things I want to post sometime too...hALP.

[birdsareblooming]

my cat. is cudddlng her face against my arn. and shes so warem and soft. but also. her tiny little cold wet nose. is on my arm. and its so wet but so cute. earlier sghe lidfted her head to lick the area clean of her nose wetness and the resumed position. bc of thid i am typing this with ine hand. halp

[donnerpartyofone]

Halp I'm having social anxiety about something I'm probably not even gonna do. Recently my former boss from the lecture series thing said she'd be passing through town and wanted to meet up. I was a little surprised by this because I didn't think she actually liked me, or at least she might have been totally neutral on me. She was impossible to get to know, which is a funny thing for me to say since I'm not the greatest at connecting. She always seemed really sad and anxious about our little company, so I'd try to engage with her about our successes, and that wouldn't work; then I'd try to commiserate with her about the hard parts, and that wouldn't work either. Allegedly we were both doing this labor of love because of our personal enthusiasms, but somehow I never once had a conversation with her about film or horror or anything. The few times that something controversial happened she was really cold and sort of deceptive about it; I felt like I was back in my dark corporate job instead of in a small group of volunteers who are basically hobbyists and just trying to create something cool together. (That wasn't totally her fault I think, there were some Personalities involved, but it still shouldn't have resulted in this clandestine atmosphere) When she left I wrote her a really personal, appreciative email (this is all remote work), and her entire response was basically "Yeah, it was just too hard to make money," there was nothing about the parts she was proud of or that were just fun, and actually that was the only thing I could ever really get her to say. This makes her sound like some sort of evil accountant, but that's the confusing part, because she's actually a borderline hippie whose other main interest is poetry, and she says things like "thank the gods" in earnest, and her apartment looks like it's all full of earthy folk objects. I always thought the sad hippie poet lady could use a little connection but all my efforts to make her feel comfortable and appreciated never worked out and I just never got a handle on her. I thought we were probably both relieved to not have to deal with each other again...

But lo and behold she asked if I wanted to hang out while she's in my neighborhood, which I thought was really nice...and now I'm like Jesus do I really want to do this? Smartly she only invited me to some group activities so she's not dependent on me for anything, although that's a bit of a double-edged sword because I think they're wandering around a museum and then going to what looks like a loud, tacky pub. Which sounds like a lot of work to me, socially, in order to not just be a straggler/creeper/fifth wheel. On the other hand I've been trying to make myself say yes to more activities because I'm desperately unemployed and lacking purpose/direction/etc at the moment, and I think it would behoove me to practice being brave and also to take every opportunity to meet new and potentially relevant-to-me people because you never know what might come up. But also the activities in question are a pain to get to. But also but also but also. Ugh.

I'm already cycling through my catalog of near-truths to get out of it, and it's not going to hurt anyone if I do. A funny manifestation of my executive dysfunction is that consciously I will be fretting over something while physically I am already preparing to do or not do the thing, sometimes it just starts happening with or without me even as I'm still arguing with myself all the way to the door. My dad is a philosophy wonk and he once told me that thought and emotion follow action and not the other way around. This outraged me, like what so we just get random electrical impulses that make us dance around for no fucking reason? This is like something you hear from narcissists all the time when they do something terrible, that everything is somehow out of their hands and they're a victim of circumstance or only guilty of being human, but it made even less sense. And I think he refused to explain himself just because he was enjoying how much it bothered me, but years later on my own I read the William James bit about this, which was like: If you encounter a bear in the woods, you don't have feelings about it, evaluate those feelings, and subsequently develop the motivation to run. Your brain automatically goes into emergency mode, and all the chemicals involved in the self-preservation impulse create the feeling of fear. (More or less, forgive me, it's early) In such a case you're not running away "for no reason", you're having a legitimate reaction to something, it's just that the feeling of fear and your thoughts on bears are symptomatic of the situation and not the beginning of a decision-making process per se. Dear old dad just likes it when I get upset and confused so he didn't tell me himself that he did NOT mean that we're all just flailing around randomly for absolutely no psychological reason, performing unmotivated actions and coming up with ideas about them later...but anyway I'm entering that type of process now, where I seem to be gearing up to take a certain course that my subconscious believes is best while emotionally I'm still arguing with myself about it. TGIF I guess.

[i23kazu]

— MUTUALS , YOU REMIND ME OF ! ( PART ONE )

@starglitterz you remind me of sleeping under the night sky :') the air is warm with the hum of cicadas.

@chichikoi you remind me of a love letter, with gojo doodles all over. hehehheheheehe.

@kazumist you remind me of walking into a gachapon store! :') there's excitement and also kind of a suspense because you really really want that neko keychain.

@kazucafe you remind me of a bunch of pretty wildflowers! yk, the ones that kazuha picked up for you on his walk.

@dawndelion-winery insanity /j . the thrill of willing a valorant game. and all the 'GG's that come after hehe.

@mccnstruck a sunny, cold day!! one of my ultimate favourite weathers :3 truly a W. sunny enough, but cold enough to not sweat, so everything is comfortable!

@faesther ou its you. you remind me of a shield. always, always a shield. as well as a dove! and xiao.

@haliyamori you. you remind me of a brand new watercolour set. hehe.

@oveloof hmmmmmm... dan heng. also chinese paper 2s HELPP but frfr you remind me of the happy feeling i get when i have enough space to download a game

@vennnnn-diagram HMMMM... lightning, and i'll always associate you with royal purple;;; and mcdonalds bc mcdonald joachim

@heiayen SUNFLOWERS. need i say more? and also hilarious japanese english dubs. ily dont kill me /lh

@tiredsleep kaeya. always and forever kaeya – more recently, gojo :') <3

@intothegenshinworld shiro!!! when i think of you, i think of the character shiro from voltron hehe. lovely to be around. also just. such a sweet person

@versadies YOU. i think of emoji reactions. particularly the fire and bangbang emojis.

@xiaoriae AUNI !!! you remind me of clouds! soft, pretty clouds that seem to watch and follow in your footsteps. hehe

@zhongrin MEIRINNNN. remind me of zhongli. always HAHAHHAA but also tea. you remind me of a cup of pu'er. something to share with your husband? ;)

@rintosei the freminet pfp HELP... that funni freminet pfp with the red cross over it. i hope u get him soon hehe. lovable diver boy with social anxiety. ok but fr, you remind me of bubblegum ice cream TuT

@ryuryuryuyurboat YOU. tulips. always. and a dorayaki. hehe. love u 2 bits kisses u mwah

@moonltwltz BABY !!!!! you remind me of soft pink bows... but with a black fishnet on top of them for your alt/grunge side of you hehe. love youuuuuuu with all my heart

@kyouko-writes hi dear!!! you remind me of lollipops ;)) something sweet and familiar.

@dustofthedailylife HI DUST !! you remind me of one of my favourite teachers previously. a sweet soul & kind human and just ??? so approachable ??? n e ways love u have a gr8 day

@mikacynth HAI MIKA you remind me of xiao and kaeya!!! and also a seashell. very pretty but i dont see you often (halp i think we r just missing each other on dash...) hope ur doing well!!

yayayyay part one is done! its something i've wanted to do for a while now;;;; hope yall like it HAHAHHA AND if you dont think thats you, tell me how you see yourself ;)

[probablypracticallyplural]

I find it hilarious that the chat system on simply plural. Is. Just discord lmao?? Practically, at least

Woah deja vu, huh. Also, another convo straight from our brain.

Icarus: My feet our cold

Bo: Feetsies are coldies

Tommy: youre a coldie feetsie

Icarus: you know, this joke is starting to grow on me, i kinda like it

Layla/Coral: I don’t

Great work team.

Also, if intros were to happen, uhh, how? I dont fully know how tumblr works, i’ll be honest. Pls halp

- 🍂 (Icarus) / ☢️ (Bo) / 🪸 (Layla/Coral) / 🦝 (Tommy)