Hellsite strikes again. Someone a long time ago sent me an ask about Streamer!Steve trying to do ASMR or something when he’s sick bc of course he’d try and power through.
The ask got lost in the void but I finally got around to the prompt ~ (Whoever it was, I hope you enjoy!!!)
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Steve was sitting at his desk, microphone waiting for him. He started the stream with audio only and leaned into the microphone, whispering.
“Hey guys, snf, a lot of you have been begging for more ASMR content, so I bought a microphone and everything. I don’t have snff a ton of time this week, and I have cold, but I’m here to talk you to sleep I guess?”
He didn’t quite understand ASMR. He also didn’t want to do the kind where he sat there and made noise with different things. He settled on whispering into a microphone. He got to talk about his week and it felt more personal.
Eddie was on the couch at the back of the room, scrolling on his phone while he listened.
“I don’t really know what you guys want me to talk about…”
Anything!
Eddie ;)
How was your week?
“I can talk about my week. It started out fine. Eddie and I - H’iGTSH’ew - Excuse me, sorry. Eddie and I had to film some stuff for a brand deal coming soon snfff.”
Steve turned away from the mic to cough into his fist before resuming the whispering.
“I started getting sick last Friday? Wasn’t too bhehh HAESSSSH! ISSSH!”
He tried his best to turn away from the mic, but he was certain the viewers could still lead him.
Bless you, damn!
We should be talking YOU to sleep
“snFF, I’m so sorry. It wasn’t too bad but the last few days I’ve just been so ehhh so sneezy… iKTCH’eww! Hrd’ZIEW! HeSSHhuu!”
Just joined - is he auditioning for a cold and flu commercial?
Aw Steve you sound so sick
You don’t have 2 stream 4 us today bb <3
Eddie had gotten up from his place on the sofa and walked over to Steve, massaging his shoulders.
“You don’t have to do this today babe.” He spoke softly into Steve’s ear. “Come to bed.”
Was that Eddie? 0_o
COME TO BED IM
the relationship is public, what are you? 14??
“Ah shit.” Eddie clocked the chat and giggled.
“Damn m’by fancy new microphone…”
He leaned closer again, and kept whispering.
“You guys got lucky! A surprise appearance from Eddie! He sends his love and says you should hop on his livestream tomorrow afternoon. He’s gonna be SNF playing some new songs.”
NEW EDDIE CONTENT
can’t wait to learn every word of the song
Wait what time zone???
Eddie leaned towards the mic, “Yeah if I don’t catch this shit Stevie’s got…”
“Geez, You’re supposed to whisper Eddie!”
“Shit I forgot.” The older man leaned in and lowered his voice, “Sorry my bad.”
Steve laughed. “Amateur. Maybe one day we can get him to ASMR with us or something. Until then you’re stuck whehh with me HEH’ishew! HuTSCHuu! Snf HAESSSHIEW!”
Steve sniffled wetly against his hand as Eddie once again leaned into the microphone whispering,
“…Bless you.”
“Tha’gks…” the younger man mumbled. “Until next time, folks. Goodnight.”
He pressed the ‘end stream’ button and plucked a wad of tissues from the box on his desk, blowing lightly.
Eddie clapped a hand on Steve’s shoulder and squeezed.
“Alright buckaroo, you sound absolutely disgusting. I think it’s time for bed.”
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i think evan rosier (known control freak who is weird about his own physicality) CANNOT tolerate having a cold. whenever he comes down with anything, he regains control over the situation by passing the germs on to barty. evan puts barty on his knees, and fingers open his mouth, and spits on his tongue when he's at his most contagious (evan, the healer, would know). barty swallows nicely, and smiles, and thinks it's the hottest thing anyone's ever done to him.
this way evan feels less helpless when he lets barty dote on him— barty's already started sniffling & coughing when he brings evan his tissues, crackers, blankets— and evan knows it will only be a week until their positions are reversed. he thinks about his germs inside his boyfriend's body, weakening it for him. he thinks about how helpless barty will look in the sickbed, all while he curls up in his arms.
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List 5 facts about a favorite sim of yours, and send this to 10 simblrs whose sims you adore ♥♥♥
Thank you! Спеціально для тебе, сонечко, я обрав цього древнього як моє життя упиря :D
I present you... COLD ICE!
1) Cold Ice is one of my oldest characters. I created him as a kid when I was... idk 11? And this is the first digital picture of him↴
Yeah, enjoy my old childish art :D
2) I was so obsessed with his appearance that I wanted to study 3D JUST to make him close to real.
3) Cold Ice neither a man, nor a woman. He's also both a man and a woman. Sometimes he turns into Lady Winter. (Yeah. I made him like this as a kid. And I'm from a quite ordinary family, mind you.)
4) Cold Ice is a nosferatu. Which means a simple "vampire", but I imagined that nosferatu in the vampires' world is something like archangel in the world of angels. Though, like all kids, I went even more epic and egocentric than that. I made him the mother and the father of all undead, the will of the Darkness itself. :D
5) But the most creepy fact about Cold Ice is that he was actually born from my imaginary friend I used to talked to when I felt sad.
Oh, hey! I found pics of him I made in Sims 2 eons ago!;D
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“how did i get here? i had everything in order. my whole life was in perfect order” really was crazy considering that was .. simply not true but. if i said that ‘in perfect order’ means something very specific to lawrence
if i said that, for lawrence, order is being able to maintain the facade of being the perfect family man, the doctor with certificates on his office wall and a wedding band on his finger, the guy who also attempts to pursue an affair with another woman because he’s desperately trying to convince himself of .. something
creating this narrative around himself and making sure everything he thinks he is or wants to be is maintained in little boxes, meticulously organised to the point that it’s falling apart in front of his eyes and it’s still ‘in perfect order’, it’s still preferable to the alternative .. having to face himself. and then ! well then he wakes up locked in a room with his choices that led to this point laid bare
chained up with no way out as he’s suddenly forced to confront it all, a front row seat as the careful persona he’s built crumbles before his eyes when the man opposite him pulls out a bunch of photos. lawrence, who’s so careful to only be perceived in a very specific way, who presents himself as this guy he’s created, is suddenly faced with someone he can’t hide from, someone who’s seen at least partly beneath the exterior and developed it in black and white. lawrence, who claims that he’s never in photos, suddenly being faced with this reality of himself being captured in the flash of adam’s camera
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(mgv) house's leg acting up but he's also in heat and nesting so he's at the height of stupid hindbrain takeover on top of being in pain, and all he can manage to get out are pathetic keening calls and whines.
and he's alone.
he's alone, and he is so fucking stupid for thinking he can make it through this by himself. but the thought of employing a worker this time didn't sound appealing, and the only alpha he trusts to help him through this is married, and he thought he'd be civil and not bother them for once, and he is so fucking stupid.
with shaking hands he only manages to call wilson because he's on speed dial. it's the dead of night so when wilson answers, his exasperated sigh is undercut with a drowsy rumble. it's the best thing house ever heard. he doesn't even remember what excuse he gave his wife, too wrapped up in how every nerve was screaming at him, but the next thing he knows is wilson rushing in so quick the bedroom door slams against the wall.
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Enough discourse, I wanna post about headcanons
The Vees are a polycule to me, but in a way that I can't even explain without an entire slowburn fanfic (stay tuned. I'm a slow writer). But I will try.
Velvette:
I do adhere to the lesbian Velvette headcanon. She's dating Vox and still occasionally joins Valentino for a threesome with him. When she first joined the Vees, Velvette used to identify as bisexual (and still loves the bi flag colors the most) and all three of them used to date, before Velvette realized that she's a lesbian.
She and Vox are still dating, and they have an open relationship.
Vox:
Vox's response to Velvette coming out was, "So you're breaking up with Val?" Yes, his pronouns are he/him. No, he's not a man. He'd long shed the fleshy confines of humanity and gender along with it.
Vox is aspec, agender, autistic. To me. He's sex favorable of the 'I want to do it for my partner's enjoyment' flavor. Watching from cameras brings him just as much enjoyment, and he watches everything and everyone, living vicariously, a voyer through the screen. As a result of that, he's so so touched starved, but his sense of feeling is muted (the consequences of betraying flesh in favor of the machine). Soft touches to his synthetic skin don't really register, his sense of feeling restricted to mostly pressure and pain, so he's become a bit of a masochist in response because that's something physical.
Valentino:
He just likes sex. He chases pleasure in any form he can find, dopamine rushes from numerous drugs, orgasmic release, the rush of power from crushing someone underfoot. Anything and everything, he'll try it all. And none of it is really enough, so he'll never stop chasing more.
Valentino doesn't consider his relationship with Vox romantic, even if Vox totally does. They're friends, sure, business partners, absolutely, and fuckbuddies wherever Val is in the mood for it. But romance isn't Val's thing. That's hard work, and Val saves romancing for potential new hires he wants to sign a contract with. What Vox and he have is also written down on a contract, joining their businesses together too closely to be parted without blood, but it's not the same. Not to Val. So, he wouldn't call Vox his boyfriend, but he also wouldn't correct anyone who said they were. Vox is someone he can let his guard down with, one of the few people who would never want to get out of the contract their names are signed on. They work well together. That's better than any romance you can get in Hell, Val thinks.
Val and Velvette are catty besties. Pan/Lesbian solidarity and hostility all in one.
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