#them................

[jedimitsopolis]

watched all of very important people recently!!

[masterelrond]

“mmmgmgjjgjfjgj;;;; okaaayy;;;;;;:;;:;;; aight man;;:;;;::;;' h” literally you’re so right

[caroldantops]

Hhhggggnnn too 🎺🦵to think.. but Wanda and Agatha.. Wanda fucking you deep with her strap, agatha telling you what a pathetic slut you are for both of them while making you suck her fingers as she’s leaving hickeys on your neck, just teasing and edging you until you just keep whimpering and pushing back against wandas strap, feeling their magic everywhere on your body as if they had hands on every little inch of you, them not allowing you to cum until you have permission and everytime you get close to cumming agatha makes you gag on her fingers, Wanda finally leans forward roughly shoving you further into the bed, stopping her movements, her full weight resting against you and whispering in your ear “you want to cum so bad yet you seem to like this oh so much.. all stretched out for us and so fucking obedient that you can’t even help the slutty noises coming out of your own mouth huh baby.. you wanna cum for your mommy don’t you?” WOW HELPPPP I THINK I HAVE A PROBLEM- 😩

holy heck this is so good i cant even add onto this omg

[matthewjohnsons]

i say head empty no thoughts but i am a liar.... i am always thinking of them.........,.,,.....

[seahaloed]

◈ First Kiss, on the hand || @afraidofchange​

She smells like crushed grass, forge smoke, and just a hint of sandalwood.

“My door is open seeker, if you ever need to talk,” he had told her that nearly two weeks ago after walking her to her room after they had danced for far longer than his joints cared for, and considered apologizing for overstepping. Even with Corypheus dead, their work was not finished.

(she had had wine on her lips and a ring of flowers accenting her braid then. She smelled like a summerday celebration… he thinks he likes the forge smoke better.)

He was trying not to get too distracted with her in his room, focusing on how she stumbled over her words and clutched her hands together around a report that was just an excuse to get her foot in the door even though she had never needed one. “Cassandra—“ his chest rumbles with a soft chuckle around her name and he takes a seat on his bed so now he has to crane his neck to look up at her, “Breathe.” He smiles, and watches how her blush climbs up her neck and to her cheeks.

He settles his weight further into the bed beneath him and gestures her closer though worries she might spook and give up whatever endeavor she sought out to accomplish; She listens though, Cassandra inhales slowly and shuts her eyes before closing the space not enough for his taste, but she is speaking again.

“I’d like to be wooed—“ and it’s not what he’s expecting, but The Iron Bull nods, watching the tense line drawn across her shoulders as she wills her hands from clasped in front of her to her sides instead, “I want someone who will sweep me off my feet, who gives me flowers, and reads me poetry by candlelight. I want the ideal… but you are—“ “Not what you expected?” “No. You are not that, The Iron Bull.”

He grins at the clumsy firmness of her words, a chuckle working through him again as her face twists in frustration and she raises a hand to pinch the bridge of her nose. “You are a Qunari spy, boisterous mercenary leader, and not a man well known for his romanticism if the rumors are anything to go by… you cannot be that man.”

"And why not? You haven’t even given me a chance yet, Seeker—“ his tone has a cattish curl to it, and he’s finding the hole she’s insisted on digging herself into endearing. Her ear tips grow redder as he leans forward, bracing an elbow on his good knee, “If you’d like to give me a chance, I’d certainly like to give it a shot, Cassandra.” He carefully reaches out, taking one of her hands and pressing a kiss carefully to her knuckles before turning it over and giving one more to the soft of her wrist before releasing her.

The silence hangs heavy around them before she speaks again, “Even the poetry?” And Bull lets a loud laugh cut through the heaviness of the room, with a nod before he settles into a saccharine sweet look, voice turning to a soft and affectionate hum in his throat, “Especially the poetry.” He confirms, giving her a grin as she takes a few steps back still watching him with unsure eyes before she gives a slight nod of her head and makes for an escape.

There’s something about the soft sigh and thump of her head on his door that he can hear once it’s firmly closed again that warms his chest like dragon fire.

[lostsomewhereinescapism]

i love agent stone and robotnik. that's all.

[jojosito]

Btw I love nagaizo