#my shadow tag

[howdoyousleep3]

Floating on CBD gummies, and this image hit me in the face like a Sock em' Bopper:

- Stevie Baby taking lap dancing lessons to surprise James for his birthday.

- Setting everything up while James is having drinks with coworkers; clearing the living room, mood lighting, playlist, and a little bit of eyeliner and shimmer on his cheeks

- James coming home pleasantly tipsy with his suit and tie loose and rumpled.

- Hearing the bass of the music thumping gently through the halls.

- Following the sound to the living room, walls glazed in lights of red, blue, and purple, finding a single dining room chair in the middle of the rug

- Tipsy or not, James is not stupid, and finds himself growing as eager as he was the first time he'd heard that style of pounding music rhythm.

- He sits down quickly, almost sliding out of the chair in his haste

- Moments later, Stevie slinks out with a foal's grace, svelte and slightly stumbling, hips rolling to the beat

- His cheeks and chest were deeply ruddy, and he couldn't even look in James' direction, but his movement were fluid, and he kept the beat

- James is grinning from ear to ear, legs spread wide, not even trying to hide his growing erection

- Unbeknownst to even himself, a flow of filthy honey starting pouring from his lips

- Praise and adoration lost beneath the music, until Stevie moves close enough, and hearing such explicit promises, stumbles and nearly falls

-Only to be scooped up and deposited on James' lap, hands heavy on his hips, and growling voice in his neck, begging him to continue

- Dying of arousal and embarrassment, Stevie tries, rocking his hips and wrapping his arms around his shoulders

- But he's burning up and floating away, so James takes over, lifting his own hips even as he pulls Stevie in tighter, words picking back up and pouring into Stevie's ear

- Voices soon rise to drown out the music, and James has a very good birthday indeed

Shadow, oh my goodness. This is so very delicious, as is everything you choose to share with us. 🥺 James would be one happy Daddy. 😮‍💨😋

[zytes]

this manatee looks like it’s in a skyrim loading screen

[gunstellations]

rival battle ⚔️

[discarded-replica]

Unsorted mlp art I've made over the last few weeks :3c

[howdoyousleep3]

[glitchedcosmos]

A learning opportunity

[forged-in-kaoss]

Straw Hat appearances in One Piece Fan Letter

[starrjoy]

commission i had a lot of fun with :]

[howdoyousleep3]

I am a professional daydreamer 😌❤️

Daydreaming is an important part of writing. Even without words pouring out onto paper, you're still the author of stories.

[howdoyousleep3]

It's been a hot minute. Let's have a story:

The first thing that warner Bucky that something was wrong was how quietly the front door of their apartment closed.

Steve never slammed the door, true, but his patience for the outside world immediately ran out as soon as he stepped inside the home they'd built together, and was always eager to cut it off with a very audible *snap*.

This time, Bucky had no clue Steve was back until the sound of the deadbolt being carefully turned echoed through the room.

The next clue was the slowness that Steve walked with, like every step was through knee-deep molasses. None of the hurrying to remove societal trappings and don comfort. None of the scurrying to find his Bubba and gush about the dogs he saw, or the new painting idea he got on the bus, or just plain eagerness to kiss and touch and see the one he loved.

Something was *wrong*.

And this was confirmed as Bucky stepped out of the bedroom and found Steve, halfway through the living room, staring at his feet, and watching the water drip from the bottom of his pants onto the rug.

The blond lifted his face, cheeks hollow, eyes lost and bruised looking. "I forgot to take off my shoes," his voice wavered and cracked through lips that trembled. "I made a mess. I-I'm sorry, Bear. I--"

He hiccuped out a sob and Bucky swooped in, pulling Steve's bag off his shoulder and dropping it where they stood. Pressing a kiss to Steve's forehead, he quickly ushered his boyfriend into the bathroom and started the shower before turning back to help Steve, who was fumbling with the buttons of his shirt.

He had no idea how Steve ended up soaked from his ribs to his toes; the rainstorm from last night had petered out in the early hours of the morning, finally allowing Steve to get some rest, as the pressure and temperature changes had made his knees and wrists ache horribly as well as aggravating his lungs.

That didn't matter, though. All that mattered were the tears tracking silently down his lover's cheeks as Bucky knelt to unlace his shoes and unbuckle his belt, pulling everything off with a practiced motion.

He pushed to his feet and gave Steve another quick kiss. "Get in and get warm," he urged. "I'm gonna go make you some toast and tea, okay?"

Steve hiccuped again, "Peanut butter and honey on the toast? P-please?"

Bucky's heart broke, and he nodded. "And agave syrup in the tea. I love you."

"Love you, Buck."

--

As soon as Steve was settled on his shower chair, Bucky rushed through the apartment. He shoved Steve's towel, the couch blanket, and one of his own sweatshirts into the dryer and set the timer for 15 minutes, put their kettle on and prepped Steve's favorite mug with some blood orange tea and agave syrup. He pulled out the peanut butter and honey for the toast, and stabbed at his phone until soft instrumental music started flowing from the speakers around the living room.

--

As soon as the dryer timer beeped, Bucky set the toast cooking and the tea steeping, bundled the deliciously warm laundry into his arms, deposited the blanket back on the couch, and went to retrieve Steve, who hadn't moved, even as the water started to cool.

Steve remained silent and unresisting as Bucky dried him with the warm towel, though his eyes fluttered in pleasure and he sighed heavily as Bucky slipped the sweatshirt over his head, tugging it down until it settled in place, brushing his knees and hanging over his fingertips.

Bucky sat him down on the couch with another forehead kiss, tucking the blanket around his legs with the promise of a quick return. Steve snuggled down more fully as he watched Bucky assemble tea and toast with bleary eyes.

Holding the toast in one hand and the tea in another, Bucky sat beside Steve and gently encouraged his to relax back onto his chest, handing off the mug as soon as Steve was leaning against him, freeing his hand to pull him even closer and offer the toast as needed.

Steve sniffled softly as he was cradled and kisses were rained down on the back and side of his head. Slowly, quietly, he spoke of his sleepless night, the lingering pain in his joints from the storm, his overburdened workload, his dropped afternoon coffee, the unseen puddle at the bus stop that drenched him, and a thousand other little things that would have been nothing normally, but felt like nothing but unending punches to his spirit today.

And Bucky held him, fed him toast, wiped away the peanut butter at the corner of his lips, kissed his temple, murmured his empathy and his love over and over until Steve gently slipped into sleep with the whispered words:

"I'm so proud of you. You did it. You made it through. And you never have to do today again. I love you."

And Steve, even in his sleep, knew it was true.

[ohposhers]

shitpost based off of something that happened when I was watching my buddy play Chao Island smhhh

[the-phantom-peach]

Four Swords/Adventures is a game about friendship and teamwork…

and patience and communication and self control and

[about92bleachedrainbows]

Shadow of the Erdtree oodlies

[lowpolyshadow]

based off a tweet from shadow's prime va

[spidertroupeart]

My boyfriend and I's stupid conversation about hot dogs ft. company

[dorothywonderland]

could you draw Telemachus and Athena?

“Need some help?”