Whiskeyskin.

She/her. Current Hyperfocus' are BG3 & LaDs. M Ratings here y'all. Seriously. 👀🍆😏

[whiskeyskin]

Hello loves! Welcome welcome 😈✨

Some of you might recognise me from my spooky babe, Helna around the BG3 fandom? Maybe? 👀💀

Anyway, I assume y'all here for some smut with a lil' side of sweetness too? We got: Baldur's Gate 3, Uncharted, Thunderbolts* & Love and Deepspace.

Any of those tickle your fancy? 🤭😅

✨Behold!✨

[gn!tav/reader] They/them/you, no genitals referenced.

[afab!tav/reader] They/them/you, vulva/vagina referenced.

[f!tav/reader] She/her/you, vulva/vagina 😌👌

Baldurs Gate 3

Astarion

First Blood: Mature [f!tav]- (First post) Royalty!Tav gets her first sexual encounter 🩸😏

Make Me Feel: Mature [gn!tav] - Oh the old "unknown potion creates a sexual situation" 🫣🍆

This: Mature [afab!tav] - Astarion's catching feelings. And he hates it.. right? 😍😒

Different Kind of Intimacy: No spice [gn!tav] - Tav decides to change up Astarion's nightly feeds. 🩸😌

Just this..: Mild [gn!tav] - A good old make out sesh with our boy being all in love but he doesn't understand what it is yet. 😚🥹

Easy: Mature [gn!reader] - Astarion underestimates how easy seducing Tav is going to be 😬👀

Comfort: No spice [gn!tav] - Astarion sleeps on that uncomfortable ass board, well Tav can't.. so he starts to make additions to it ☺️🥹

Dancing with a Professional: Mature [gn!tav] - Drabble of some wall fucking prelude teasing. Tav deserves it though 🫦🥴

Slow Down: Mature [gn!tav] - Astarion's well practised efficiency is having trouble getting the job done, so Tav has to take a little initiative 🤠💦

With You: Mild [gn!tav] - Astarion is frustrated at his new armour, but you know your friend, even if he doesn't know himself 🫂⚔️

Not so Simple: Mature [gn!tav] - Soft, sleepy morning sex with Astarion in which he realises his feelings? Yes, please ☺️😏

Buyer's Remorse: Mild [gn!tav] - Astarion notices something going on between Halsin and Tav, and green is an ugly colour 🫣😏

Touching You: Mature [gn!tav] - Astarion wants to explore with you, and has a perfect middle ground 🫦🥵

Dishonest Deception: Mature [fem!reader] - Astarion's always had a snarky banter during sex but tonight is different 🤔🩸

Gale

Love and Longing: Mature [gn!tav] - Gale's first night without the threat of the orb and he gets bizzzegh. Part 1 to Goddess and Mortals 🍆✨

Goddesses and Mortals: Mature [gn!tav] - After some camp drama, Tav and Gale finally connect. Part 2 to Love and Longing. 🍑🫣

Educating Gale: Intro to Hatefucking: Mature - gn!Tav and Gale despise each other but that's not a bad thing. 🤬😏

A Practiced Tongue: Mature [afab!reader] - You realise that a slutty dress really brings a Wizard out of his shell. Part 1 to Lavender Haze 👅💦

Lavender Haze: Mature [afab!reader] - Gale finally gets to ahem.. erupt. Part 2 to A Practised Tongue 🤤💦

Just One More: Mature [afab!reader]- After the mission is a success, our wizard definitely needs some attention. Part 3 to A Practised Tongue and Lavender Haze ✊🍆😜

Transcendent: Mature [f!reader] - Tav comes to Gale's tent, desperately needing some wizardly affection 😏💦

Electricity: Mature [gn!reader] - What exactly does the Orb taste like, feel like on the tongue? 😜⚡

The Wizard's Game: Mature [f!reader] - Who can hold our longer; Gale's concentration, or Gale's need to cum? ✊🍆

For You: Mature [named!ftav] - Art Trade with wonderful Druizard. During a powerful storm, Aislyn and Gale get more than a little wet 🤭🌩️💦

Halsin

Praise You: Mature [gn!tav] - A head massage turns into a head massage 😏🍆💦

Wild and Wanting: Mature [gn!reader] - Eating Halsin's cake in a forest clearing, if you get my drift 👅🍰

Quickie's: Halsin: Mature [gn!reader] - Exactly what the title suggests; Halsin hot, hard and dominant 🥴🥵

Breathless: Mature [afab!reader] - Tied up, splayed out, Halsin's hand wrapped round your throat. How else would you spend the evening? 🥵🫢

Bittersweet Goodbye: Mature [gn!reader] - Before Halsin leaves for New Reithwin but there's one thing he needs 🫦🫂

Bg3 OC: Helna the Shadowcursed Undead

Death Becomes Her: Mild with CW - Halsin and Helna are on watch together in the Last Light camp. When the conversation turns to the past, they both share a moment within their tragic stories. 💀🫂

Brothers and Sister and Bears. Oh, my: [Writing prompt from the Astral Campfire] No warnings - Helna and her siblings come across any unusual friend whilst in the forest.

Bent not Broken: [Writing prompt from the Astral Campfire] Mature - Helna and Halsin share a night together, and it gets a little.. flexible

First Sight: No warning - A trip to the market is the last place you expect to meet the love of your life, right?

Uncharted

Sam Drake

Mutual Arrangement: Mature [fem!reader] - After 3 months in the jungle, Sam needs to unwind and you did have an 'arrangement' before he left 😏🍑

Thunderbolts*

Bob Reynolds

Cucumber: Mature [fem!reader] - Anti-sneezing logic applies in the bedroom, right? 🤭🥒💦

Love and Deepspace

Sylus

Bed Head: Mature [fem!reader] - Anyone had that bed head note? Say less. 😏🍆💦

Champagne Desires: Mature [fem!reader] Fantasising about Sylus is hard when he can hear your desires 🫦🥂👄

Curiosity Cures Boredom: Mature [fem!reader] - A drabble from Sylus' pov when he's looking at you 🥴🍑🍒

The Art of Distraction: Mature [afab!reader] - The bossman is busy but you wanna play 🫴📿

Safe Little Spoon: Fluff [gn!reader] - Sleepy soft Sylus likes to be the cuddly small spoon. Need I say more? 😌😴

That Sweet Sound: Mature [afab!reader] - A summerdress and chair sex go hand in hand, right? 😈🫦

Caleb

Gravitational Vibrations: Mature [fem!reader] Caleb overhears something he shouldn't 🐝💦

Multiple Li's

The Clean Seat Collection: Multiple drabbles of the Main!five reacting to "cleaning my seat" trend 🌮👅

[thenamelessdoll]

Noticed that some reposts of my old mermaid GIFs are making their rounds again and I finally decided to give in and make a master post of my own (originally they could be found separately or in this video).

PS: And I want to give a big THANK YOU to everybody who are tagging me under all the re-posts. You guys are the best! <3<3<3

CHARACTERS © DISNEY: Pocahontas, Tiana, Cinderella, Jasmine, Aurora, Belle, Mulan, Megara, Nita, Kida, Esmeralda, Giselle, Snow White, Nani, Lilo, Jane, Chicha, Mei, Su, Ting Ting

Program used: Adobe After Effects Originally made: 2015

Want to know how I made these? 

Check out my new Youtube channel or my mermaid tag. ;)

[makesomenoise]

🌈

[whiskeyskin]

That Sweet Sound

𓅂 Sylus is feeling a little possessive 😏🫦

Sylus x fem!reader

Cowgirl chair sex, pinv, such a pretty summer dress, light choking, that damn glowing eye, possessive!sylus, evol use

750 words

Please give all the flowers to @t-lostinworlds for the gif we receive 🙂‍↕️🙌

Slap, slap, slap, slap

Sylus' thighs snapped up to greet yours, driving his thick cock inside you at a punishing pace. He held your hips firmly to hover you in the air for himself.

Supporting yourself on outstretched arms, you braced on his shoulders, pushing your trembling muscles against the marble of his skin.

In nothing but your summer dress bunched around your waist and yanked down under your breasts, Sylus fucked up into you from his office chair.

Slap, slap, slap, slap

You whined and moaned, as Sylus pressed hot kisses against your clavicle, down your sternum to your breasts. He bit and sucked hard on the inner slope, while they bounded in time with his thrusts.

Electricity spiked from where he marked you, your hands flying to fist and tug his gorgeous hair. A low growl rumbled deep in his broad chest and sang through the air.

"Mmngh-no fair kitten," his words were slurred from your nipple suckered in his mouth, "you can't distract me that easily."

"I'm gunna," you began, panting harshly, "bite you on the a-ass cheek when we're d-done, pretty boy."

"Pretty boy?" The faked indignation in his voice made your lips curl into a mischievous grin, "Would a pretty boy do this?"

He'd barely finished the word before he launched out of his seat and your back hit the desk. Shock eeked out a strangled cry, as you giggled in his strong grip.

Still inside you, he deftly aligned your legs along his beautiful body, crossing them at the ankles to lift you by them.

"Don't forget to breathe, kitten." His voice sounded like sex and pleasure; like fire and sin.

Without warning he resumed his pace, the proud head of his cock kissing against your cervix.

You gasped and screwed up your eyes against the newest incredible sensations. The feeling of his length plunging inside your warm, wanting cunt. Stretching deliciously around to welcome him home.

Shlick, shlick, shlick

"Listen to that. That sweet sound. That wet pussy." He drawled, a slightly mocking tone, "She's clenching around me sooo tightly. It feels good, huh?"

You tried to nod but your head lolled at the shunts of his body against yours. You tried to agree but only incoherent whimpers came out.

"Mmn-yeahh. Does he make you feel like this? That other pretty boy?" You can hear the sneer on his lip, "The other one you've been fucking."

You tried to say something. Refuse. Agree. Something.

But his other hand glided around your hips, up your belly and chest, to hover his fingers around your throat, like an ornate necklace.

You swallowed and wrapped your hand around his to strengthen his grip. Your spirit sang with it, rippling pleasure across every inch of your skin. Your nipples puckered painfully, your muscles and sinew trembling with abject need.

"The one who's been crashing at your place when I'm not there. Who brings you food and thinks it means he can touch you."

Your legs cricket against his chest, your thighs burning. He knew what it meant. The sounds and sensations of his Evol echoed in your ears and held onto your curves, as he delved his peace fingers to circle your clit. Trembled whines slip past the force of his fingers on your pulse points. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, as your mouth slackens in ecstasy.

"You can sleep whomever you want, sweetie. But you'll always know I'm the only one who fucks you as good as this." The words curled around his growing satisfaction.

Tendrils of red and black mist wrap around your ankles and part your legs, hoisting them to accommodate his large frame. Climbing on the table to encase you with his body, his cock thrums deep inside you.

"No one in the entire universe can satisfy your desires like I can." He growled, muscles bunching and twitching. You knew what it meant, trying desperately to hold on until he came with you.

Sylus released your throat, then tightened his grip to your jaw, bringing your gaze to his. You almost swallow your own tongue as his hot, heavy gaze pierced you down, his right eye glowing threateningly.

"You. Are. Mine." The words rumbled around his office, like the thunderous promise of a monsterous creature claiming it's prize.

Sylus faltered and jerked, your body shuddered and jolted. Your orgasms cresting over the tallest peak in perfected synchronicity.. and the world fell away, dispersing into nothing but blood red and darkest black. ​

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Mm.. Sylus girlies have eaten well of late with spicy and cute content 😚👌 I hope you enjoyed a morsel more.. I have so much more to indulge in 😏🤭

[tieflingkisser]

[acapelladitty]

I know it's a hot topic but would you ever think about using AI to finish a fic you're finding hard to write?

Honestly? I'd rather put out an open campfire with my clit than use AI for anything creative.

[acapelladitty]

an honour

[l0vegl0wsinthedark]

Hear hear

[boltlightning]

JACK DAVENPORT as JAMES NORRINGTON pirates of the caribbean (2003–2007)

[whiskeyskin]

This sassy betchh 💅🙄

[goingroguepod]

words cannot express how obsessed I am with the Keira Knightley/Jack Davenport audio commentary on the first Pirates of the Caribbean film

[whiskeyskin]

🙌 Absolute cinema 🙌

[byjove]

all species of conch look utterly suspicious and vaguely terrified their entire lives

[byjove]

[frog-mann]

[whiskeyskin]

The Clean Seat Collection

Mainfive x you!reader • 18+ • wc: 1.2k

drabbles, reader pov, mischief, trying out online boyfriend trends, references to face sitting, mc is flirty and thriving

"Here." You hand Xavier a tissue from the box next to on the sofa where you've been cuddling.

It's been a sleepy Saturday morning with anime and honey drizzled pancakes but you were feeling mischievous.

Phone propped and recording, you hatch your plan.

"Oh. Do I have some honey on my face?" He asks, his brows creasing upwards as he dutifully begins swiping his mouth.

"No, I'm just getting my seat clean." The words curl out of you in slow seduction, trying to keep from breaking.

His face drops in shock, his big blue eyes widening. You can practically see the cartoon eyes bulging out his head and start to laugh.

He curls his shoulders in with a breathy chuckle then tilting up his anything but innocent gaze to you, he says.

"I've been waiting so long for you to sit on my face. C'mere." He reaches to pull you in.

"Whoa, whoa, Xavi. It's a joke, I'm recording." You protest, gesturing your thumb behind you.

He follows your motion and sees your phone leaning against the lamp and shrugs.

"Keep recording. Then we'll have video evidence of your first time riding my face."

Now it was your turn to be shocked.

It had been such a beautiful day, only made better by Zanye's wonderful company. Plus, he'd brought even more desserts. Obviously.

You'd been wanting to indulge in the new Moments trend of "cleaning off your seat" with him. He was always so stoic, until you were alone.

A devious part of you wondered what his response would be if you were in public.

Pressing the button to record, you pretend to film a little of the surrounding area. It was very serene, with a few people milling around in the midweek sun.

"Say Hi, Zayne!" You call out, smiling and turning the camera at him.

A tight smile returned, with a flash of happy embarrassment in his eyes, "Hi, Zayne." He replied, a joking curve on his mouth.

"Oh." You began, grabbing a napkin and wiping his face with it.

He dutifully offers his face, "Do I have crumbs?"

"No, I'm just making sure I have a clean seat for later." You cocked your head at him and bit down the grin forming at the corners of your lips.

His body freezes, his face stuck. The only movement is the fluttering of his eyelashes as he blinks rapidly.

His gaze moves from your phone, to the tissue; then scans the surroundings militantly.

"For later?" He murmurs, leaning in. His eyes turning sharp and sinful, "Why not right now?"

You shoot a laugh, "Cause we're out in public, Zayne."

"So?" His voice is soft, but it promises nothing but passion, "There are plentiful bushes in our vicinity, and the footpath is quite far away."

Taking your phone from your grip, he throws it to the side.

"You started this little game, did you really think I wouldn't want to play?"

Rafayel has been buried in his painting since yesterday, barely taking a moment to feed, or hydrate himself.

Thomas was thrilled, you were not.

You'd managed to finally coax him down from his ladder perch with snacks and treats. He absent-mindedly picked at the food, still staring at his work.

You frowned. This painting was quickly becoming an enemy. And you needed to show it who was boss.

You'd seen the trend online, you'd been wanting to test it out. Now was an interesting time to try.

Phone recording in one hand, you took your sleeve with the other and began dabbing at his mouth.

"Mmnh, whad'are you doing, cutie? I don't have crumbs."

"No, I just wanted to wipe my seat before you eat your dessert."

It took him a second; you saw his curls gently twitch as he figured out what your were inferring.

His face slowly rounded on you, cheeks rosy red and pinked eyes full of mischief.

"Oh, you're so kind, Miss. I'd love a slice of that cherry pie," He began to crawl towards you, biting his lip.

You could help but bite your own, when you saw the instantaneous transformation.

"Mm. We could make it a cream pie, if you wanted." He suggested, cheekily.

You gasped at his boldness, "Rafayel Qi! That's filthy!"

He shrugged remorseless, "You were the one wiping my face down to clean your seat. Don't get shy on me now, cutie."

It was probably best to cut off the video there.

Watching the classics in the dark, snuggled up with a nice glass of wine was always a favourite way to spend the quiet evenings with Sylus.

He was quite the cinephile.

The film wasn't really what you wanted though. And Sylus knew it. He was just playing hard to get.

Bastard.

You took out your phone and started recording front facing, then left it rest in your lap.

The compliation videos you'd seen of women "cleaning off" their seat for later was bound to wind him a little tighter. He deserved a little punishment for making you wait.

"Oh." You said casually, bunching your oversized jumper's sleeve to brush on his mouth.

Sylus' brow furrowed and his lips pursed, "Sweetie. What are you doing? Do I have something on my face?"

"What? Oh, no." You replied, continuing your motions.

His brow irked, "So what are you wiping my face for?"

"I'm just cleaning my seat for later." The casual tone of your voice trembled, and you bit your lip, "Don't worry about it. Just watch the film." You turned to face the tv again, pulling every ounce of yourself to not laugh.

When you looked back on the footage later, you'd seen his eyes pulse wider, his eyebrow arch higher and his incredulous expression at your boldness.

His eyes had dipped to the phone in your lap, the dangerous glow of his right eye rippled and he'd looked back to the tv with a stony but shit-eating expression.

The moment the film hit credits, your thighs were scooped under his shoulders and your back had hit the windowed wall quicker than you could react.

At the top of the N109 Zone, draped over Sylus' shoulders, you definitely had had the best seat in the world.

You thought you were sly propping your phone against the microwave. You'd seen the trend on Moments of women wiping off their partners mouth for sitting on and wanted to test it out.

Walking over to Caleb with kitchen towel in your hand, you attack his face, wiping off his mouth.

"Hey! What are you doin', Pips?"

"Nothing. Just wiping off my seat for later."

His body falters, expression amused but stunned, his mouth peeling slowly open into an O.

Laughter erupts from you at his reaction, blushing as you do. His shocked belly laugh ricochets around the room as you laugh together.

Then he bites his bottom lip, still smiling widely.

"Why later, when we could do it now?" The playfulness in his eyes turn scandalous.

He takes the paper from your hands and tucks it into his jean pocket, "We'll keep this for later, when I really need to clean my face." He pumps his brows in quick succession before picking you up one handed.

You shriek in surprise but automatically wrap your legs around his waist, giggling wildly as he carts you off to the bedroom.

Your phone's still recording 2 hours and several orgasms later.

Maybe your should edit that before you post it.

•°•°•

This was a lot of fun to write! 🥴🤭 Wanna read more smutty goodness? I have a Masterlist 😏

[aneurins-barnard]

MAY THE FOURTH BE WITH YOU!!!! Created by George Lucas in/sp

[cobbbvanth]

star wars, but it’s just the memes

MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU

[whiskeyskin]

May the 4th Be With You

[nsync-bi-bi-bi]

[tikkunolamorgtfo]

@seesfunbucks you can't leave this in the tags

[leoreturns-deactivated20110811]

[heidi8]

leoreturns:

I have been waiting all year to post this.

Will it hit a million notes today?

[heidi8]

Will it hit 2 million notes today?

[whiskeyskin]

Happy 25th of April y'all!

[leoreturns-deactivated20110811]

[heidi8]

leoreturns:

I have been waiting all year to post this.

Will it hit a million notes today?

[heidi8]

Will it hit 2 million notes today?

[whiskeyskin]

Happy 25th of April y'all!

[glitterary]

We often treat commenting and kudosing as transactional, but I’d like to propose a different perspective.

A fandom is like a community garden; the plants and trees are fanworks, the paths and benches are structures like ao3 and kinkmemes and themed weeks or months. Comments, and kudos? Those are fertiliser. You don’t necessarily see them at work, but they make the trees grow stronger and the flowers bloom brighter. When you comment on a fic or piece of fanart, you are nourishing our shared garden and helping to make the soil fertile for future works.

I want commenters to feel proud of that contribution. Whether you turn up with a wheelbarrow of the stuff to tip on your favourite flowerbed or just drop a heart emoji in the donations box, you are helping to make the soil richer, the garden more beautiful.

And you know what? Sometimes you need to just sit in the garden without feeling obliged to do anything to maintain it. That’s okay. It’s your garden too! As an author, I don’t want people coming to my stories with a sense of obligation; I want them to be able to enjoy them and be restored by them. If they don’t have the energy to comment right now, that’s okay.

But a comment isn’t the price of an entry ticket to someone else’s garden; it’s an investment in your garden, in your community. You won’t always see it bear fruit, won’t always know what part of the whole it helped grow. But you can know what you put in, and feel proud of being part of the team nourishing and maintaining this wonderful space we all share.

And whatever you do, please—don’t litter, or tell other people they’re enjoying the garden wrong.

[thelaurenshippen]

it's always "did you really need to burn down your workplace to prove a point" and never "how was the revenge arson? did you have fun doing revenge arson? were the flames pretty?"

[thelaurenshippen]

um.

[partasah]

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Context for other users:

On the morning of April 7, 2026, a fire was started at the Kimberly-Clark Distribution Center in Ontario, California. It escalated to a six-alarm fire and took nearly twelve hours to extinguish. The facility was completely destroyed and declared a "total loss". There were no injuries or deaths. An employee who was working in the warehouse is accused of arson.

Authorities stated that the employee had shared videos of himself starting the fire on Facebook, saying "all you had to do was pay us enough to live" and "there goes your inventory" while lighting pallets of toilet paper ablaze.

ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS PAY US ENOUGH TO LIVE

No injuries. No deaths. This was a protest fire. This is why unions are important, to prevent frustrations like these, to ensure people are paid enough to live.

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