#And then the Feelings of it all <3< /div> Explore tagged Tumblr posts

[sysig]

can i requeeeessstt edgar rescuing scriabin from something |D

Day 6 - There are consequences out here

Bonus, of what he was doing to get stickers in his hair:

[kenapiece-main]

Can you believe I'm having to make this meme even after successfully finishing up taxes and applying to job

[hinamie]

to moving forward

[angelofdumpsterfires]

how i feel about all the changes in s3

[utterdrip]

few clips ive gathered of astarion being worried/protective

[fence-time]

[shotmrmiller]

sex pollen trope where you're the one affected, having been exposed to some dense gas while on an op that felt like harsh sandpaper across your throat and lungs, and now you're a feverish mess on some ratty cot in a safe house and with only ghost as company, it's miserable, as the saying goes.

hair sticking to your sweaty skin, plastered onto your forehead and neck, every swallow feeling like you've got a mouthful of sand, your fluttering pulse wild and deafening in your ears, and the throbbing ache deep in your core, the blistering heat right below your navel— it'd only been uncomfortable in the beginning, the faint throbbing incredibly familiar, but the more you ignored it, the worse it got.

and now you're here, with arousal sticking your underwear to your pussy, unable to do anything about it because your lieutenant is seated in a corner that lets him have both you and the front door within his line of sight. a quick, discreet rub under your clothes is not an option.

someone put you out of your foggy misery.

"squirmin' like a worm on a 'ook isn't gonna help." his staring doesn't either, yet he does it anyway.

"got to make sure ya aren't dyin' on me." you want to snap that you don't think proof of life is on the darkened stain between your legs, the retort pressed behind clenched teeth but another thick wave of bestial need rolls over you and god, you're about to shove your hand into your underwear, propriety be damned—

"best you don't do tha'." why the fuck not? "you'll only get relief for a moment 'fore it comes back twofold." he says as if he's reading off the morning paper and not watching you fight tooth and nail to not fuck yourself against the pillow your head is on. (soap's offer to be friends with benefits is only looking better by the hour.)

you hastily decide that it'll be better than nothing. you'll just have to rub your pussy raw until this drug runs its course and you're telling him to piss off or don't, but you've had enough. you're stuck here with him anyway, no flight home until the morn and you're not about to spend it writhing around.

"if tha's wha' you want," ghost bites his gloves off, spitting them out onto the ground before curling his hands around your ankles and dragging you toward him. "i will help." your entire world narrows down to the feel of him touching your skin, his fingers searing as they hook into the waistband of your pants, and you almost kick him in the mouth trying to get them off faster.

"but 'm not fuckin' you." the bite of disappointment is quickly forgotten, his breath warm against your slick pussy, and after three quick glides of his tongue over your pearl, your orgasm crests, pulse after pulse of pleasure so potent it stung.

in less than a minute you're burning again, need thrumming through you and with the heady push and drag of his middle finger over your sensitive nerves, curling in you until he can fit two, three—

you're lost.

(ghost telling you that he's not doing anything else because if he's going to fuck you then you're going to remember it falls on ringing ears.)

[ineed-to-sleep]

Collection of bg3 sketches I've been nibbling at over the month. teehee

[shootingstarrfish]

psychic kiddies having lunch!

[wulfhalls]

corrupted godhood. reluctant false messiah. prophecy as a creeping all consuming malady. does the oracle see the future or make the future? the horror of trapping yourself inescapably on purpose. the chains of destiny dragging you towards the path you are fighting tooth and nail to free yourself from. there never having been a chance to begin with. no other choice to make. but making that choice regardless.

[lazylittledragon]

one of those 'only wine in the camp supplies' nights [X]

[hinamie]

mentor

[brainrotcharacters]

What the fuck did Logan think of Wade outwardly? This motherfucker in red spandex carrying an arsenal of wicked looking weapons, weapons that he knows how to use (if that first round in the Void was any indication), just put a gun to his head. Oh, so he doesn't know bullets don't work on the Wolverine. He doesn't know Logan already tried to shoot himself.

And then Logan realizes Wade is a blabbermouth. Oh, that's annoying. I'm going to stab him in the balls.

Which... Logan? Seriously? Damn ok.

And then Logan realizes Wade regenerates. Oh. Oh, fuck.

And then ✨the Honda ✨ wherein as it turns out, Wade not only knows how to use his guns and his blades, but he also knows how to move his body in a fight. In a fight within a limited space. Logan explicitly directly deals damage against Wade again and again in that Honda, and Wade just rolls his neck and gestures for him to come back here, motherfucker. Do it again.

And then Logan realizes. Oh. Oh, let's fucking go.

[tawnysoup]

(You nod furiously.)

[hamsterdads]

thinking transmasc jade thoughts 🫂

[chloesimaginationthings]

Michael Afton draws FNAF tape girl for Vanessa,,