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[twilightakiishi]

ran as that one winnie the pooh pic and rindou being fed up with his annoying ass brother

[softshuji]

i just feel like ran has that type of smile where it's so full and blinding, it doesn't look strained, it looks practised and natural, the kind that gets people to trust him so easily because he looks so carefree and in his element, confident and intimate and matches it perfecttly with staring into someone's eyes and give them that sense of safety and since he's such an expert talker, it only takes that smile, the eye contact and a few soft words to get someone opening up to him. the type that everyone spills their secrets to without even knowing theye doing it because they just think he's so unassuming and safe.

[rattkween86]

Aww, thank you babe! You're always so lovely! 😘 Hope you are doing well!! <3

EEEEEE of course! 🥰 I am hangin in there lol. I hope you are doing well too! 💗

[yoursjaeyun]

Hello baby how are u?💓💓

hii rann <33 i’m gooddd, how are you babe??

[shepscapades]

Creaking Bigb!! I did these a couple of nights ago after watching bigb’s first wildlife ep >:]

[guiiay]

yeah... yeah

[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.)

[honestlyitsjustsam]

- Anything you wanna unburden yourself with, before this… happens? - Yes. I have wishes to bestow upon you.

[turtleblogatlast]

Leo learns something about himself 🏳️‍⚧️

Based roughly on this old post.

Bonus:

[Leo is taking the fact that he was born biologically female simultaneously very well and also not so well but overall he’s mostly coping with the fact that it was Draxum that just essentially gave him the turtle equivalent of ‘The Talk’.]

[twilightakiishi]

ran can never leave rindou alone i think

[softshuji]

This is basically leaked me and ran messages

[teddybeartoji]

each boop you receive from me is a metaphor for me kissing you ardently ♡ (i've waited all night for you to turn the button on i'm NOT letting you off the hook)

JSHWJEHWHDHEHWI'M SORRYYY I WAS ASLEEP AND NOW I MISSED OUT ON ALL THE FUNNN NYOOOOOO😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔 thank you for waiting for me though:(((((((( ILYYYYYYY:((((((((((((((

[charsiuramen]

hello!?!? you in here??? stop reading and gimme nighty night attention???? cant believe this 😦

alright. sorry <3

[plutonicbees]

"it's really me. is it really really really you?"

some yj19 konbart for @superfamilyweek day 2: across space or time/friends & teammates (kind of ended up fulfilling both??)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

None of our hands are clean

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[isjasz]

[Day 359]

Let the show begin