#WHO AM I ?

[tizzymcwizzy]

can you tell the brain rot is coming back

[bakapandy]

Effort

[shieldofiron]

Derek was still getting used to the whole pack being around. Living together was important to establish themselves as a strong and independent pack but of course it would take some getting used to.

Well, actually… there was only one person he had trouble getting used to. He fell into an easy rhythm with all of them underfoot, even Allison.

But God.

“Oh, sorry,” Stiles would walk right into Derek’s chest in the morning, toothbrush dangling from his lips.

“Sorry!” He would say as he tiptoed into Derek’s study and borrowed/stole a pair of sissors that Derek never did get back.

“Sorry,” he said with a mouth full of food after interrupting Derek’s strategy with another (admittedly slightly better) idea.

And now he was blinking up at Derek with those big bambi eyes. A droplet of water slid down his long pale neck, and-

“Sorry. Waters on the fritz in the east wing. I think Scott, Allison and Kira are… ahem… using up the hot water,” Stiles’ heart skipped a beat and Derek forced his eyes back on Stiles’ face.

“What?” Derek barked.

“L-Laura said to use yours,” Stiles supplied quickly.

He was so… annoying. So hard to live with. Always… around. He was everywhere, dusting everything with his scent, trailing off at the end of his sentences and driving Derek up the wall. So human and annoyingly intelligent. So… pale and pink and flushed and wet.

Derek’s eyes slid down without permission and-

“What’s that?”

“Oh,” Stiles laughed, and the husky sound danced in the molecules between them. “Last Friday the 13th, Lydia and I got free bestie tattoos. They match.”

He angles his hip up, the little stars and swirls on his hip dancing against pale skin dusted with hair.

“Hers is on the back of her neck, but my dad would kill me if he saw so…”

There was that trailing off thing. Derek could only blink at Stiles, watching that pretty pink mouth for another word.

“Well… I better be hittin’ that old dusty trail,” Stiles hitched the towel low on his hips a little and Derek’s eyes ping ponged up and down his lithe body. “Thanks for the shower, partner.”

He patted Derek’s shoulder and headed off, presumably to his own room.

Derek spent a long time standing there in his room, his head filled with snatches of this and that and dark ink on pale skin.

Fuck. He would be really hard to live with now.

[hi-land]

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[uhlaylays]

haven't posted on tumblr in many moons so here's a celebration sketch of my babies 🐸

[endomentendo]

zooble angst pls

Every other day I'm wondering

What's a human being gotta be like?

What's a way to just be competent?

These sweet instincts ruin my life

[know-the-self]

[devil-in-hiding]

I can not stop thinking about Price who never bottoms, always tops men when they roll around the sheets together, who always pushed down his curiosity to the back of his mind when it comes to bottoming.

Then he watches the way Ghost, his Ghost, absolutely falls apart beneath you one night, eyes glossy and lips red and spit slick, meeting each one of your thrusts with a press of his hips, a strangled yelp escaping him each time your strap grazed his prostate. “D-Don’t stop, fuck love harder please!”

[riense]

Few sketches I did this…summer ?

I lowkey like Varre ones so maybe I’ll use them later digitally

[zarvasace]

A bit of Shadow for the soul (minor eyestrain variant below)

Ibis’s retro game filter is too fun

[headspacedad]

What if I chase the dream and it fails? I asked.

Maybe the more important question is - who do I become when I stop chasing my dreams? he answered.

[mossspond]

i dont have a fursona but i've been really vibing with coyotes lately! something pointy and scrawny. Maybe a coyote in a full black & white palette. I really should just sit down and draw one myself lol.

This guy needs some sleep!

[ghostlychief]

mirror, mirror

ghost x fem!reader

warnings: NSFW; smut; MINORS DNI (i am watching u); reverse cowgirl

a/n: part four of my positions series. i promise the next thing i post will be fluff but if you're here, ENJOY

*going to post this then run and hide*

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you could probably count on your fingers the number of times you were this fucked out. although, you were quickly running out of fingers.

you have your boyfriend to thank for that.

currently, you find yourself straddled on Ghost’s large thighs on the corner of the bed. your back is to him, but you can still see him clear as day thanks to the mirror propped up on your wall.

well, clear in a relative way; the bottom half of his face was covered in one of his signature skull balaclavas. a request made by you, of course.

ghost usually was against wearing those black masks in the bedroom, but you asked him so nicely earlier, with your eyes wide and lashes batting annoyingly. How could he say no to you?

so here you are a couple hours later, and you both are still going.

it must be the mask, you think (the mirror might be an added bonus as well).

seeing Ghost’s rock hard abs flex every time you slide down on him definitely did things to you. but you really did try your best to keep yourself composed, which didn’t sit well with Ghost.

he liked to see you squirm, and enjoyed every little bit of you losing composure because of him. so he tried his best to completely ruin you. and he was doing a pretty good job so far, seeing that this was your fourth round at it.

your legs feel like jelly but you soldier on, continuing to raise and lower yourself on Ghost’s thick cock, the imagine that reflects back to you spurring you on even more.

“fuck.” Ghost’s voice is deep, and there’s a trace of a whine as he drags out the word. he could be helping you, but he’s decided to let you take the reins. It only makes sense with what position you’re in.

“that's it baby, just like that.”

he brings one of his hands to snake around you, his hand now splayed across your tummy. he presses down gently, and the added pressure on your lower stomach has you letting out a moan.

you bring your hand up to cover his, although it really doesn’t cover much, since his hands are so much larger than yours. you slightly grasp his hand as you continue to move, but you need to go back to balancing yourself, so it falls down to his thigh where it previously was, your fingernails leaving faint crescent indents in his skin.

your room is in a state of disarray, your sheets are sloppily thrown around your bed, and your comforter rests at the bottom, on the floor. typically, you would care about the state of your room, but you can't find it in you to worry about that right now.

his hand travels down further until two of his fingers toy with your center. they quickly become slick, which allows him to touch you just right.

your legs tremble as he coaxes you over the edge, and you fall back against his chest. his fingers are still moving in circles around your sensitive bud, but before you can protest at the over sensitivity, you feel him come inside you.

you look back at your reflections in the mirror and see the mess between your legs, now exacerbated by Ghost's come that's seeping out of you.

he brings his other hand to lightly grasp your waist, steadying you, even though you're still leaning back on him.

he places a kiss on your shoulder through his mask, and before you know it, he lifts you off of him and swiftly places you down on your back, his face in between your legs.

you know what's coming next; it's his favorite way to clean you up, after all.

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[demigodwitchdw]

When Wolverine shows up again, I want him to have an identity crisis about his hero identity, resulting in him singing a song about it, ending with "Who am I? Who am I? I'm Wolverine!"

Deadpool, is, of course, waving a torn up Canadian flag in the corner

[bugzaort]

little seriwawa doodle i got a bit carried away with.... 💟