#aheem heem

[cirrus-ghoulette]

Mature tentacle warning ahead!

Okay, hear me out.

Rain with a tentacle down there.

It's skinny and smooth and resides in a sheath where Rain's clit would be. To an outside observer, it looks like a hole about the width of the tip of a pinky finger (yes, Swiss has tried to put his pinky in there.)

This tentacle has a mind of its own. Rain cannot control it in any way.

The tentacle recognises people. Rain doesn't know if it's from scent or sound or how his own body reacts to the person, he's not sure how it works.

Whenever one of Rain's partners play with him, the tentacle will come out from their sheath and wrap around their wrist and squeeze, all happy to see their partner. It likes to twist in and out between Phantom's fingers. Swiss likes to French kiss it.

If it's someone the tentacle doesn't know, Rain has to coax them out of their hiding place. One hand spreading his lips, the other gently tickling under the hole until the tentacle slowly emerges. If the tentacle is still unsure, it wraps itself around Rain's thigh shyly.

There are certain problems caused by having a tentacle with its own autonomy.

Namely, when it's bored, it'll slide out of its' sheath and slip into Rain. No matter what Rain's doing. It's happened on stage before, Rain's excitement riling it up.

#Aheem heem #Whimper #ghost #ghost band #ghost bc #Rain #Rain ghoul #ghost headcanons #headcanons #my works #nameless ghoul #nsft headcanon #Nsft ghost

[mokadevs]

i love pink cat !!!

#arknights #goldenglow #arknights goldenglow #goldenglow arknights #kiki draws #i love her #aheem heem

[ninthcurse]

older brother you call mommy sometimes because he's the closest thing you've ever had to one

#ix #aheem heem #in a boy mom kind of mood #fauxc3st #fauxcest

[fyoggo]

buds! (maybe you have to open for better quality...)

#sally face #sal fisher #larry johnson #sf sal #sf larry #frog art? #aheem heem

[parasocial-hermit]

Maggot crying core

#ramshackle #ramshackle pilot #ramshackle prefect #ramshackle webcomic #maggot #ramshackle maggot #maggot ramshackle #gif #gifs #gifset #gifsets #my gifs #my gif #my gif pack #my gif icons #my gifset #animated gif #animated gifs #gif warning #2d animation #animation #digital animation #indie animation #indie animated series #indie show #indie shows #:3 #crying sobbing #wahhhh #aheem heem

[northern-passage]

"Is this okay?" Clementine says softly, glancing down at you.

They've tied your hands to the headboard with a silk ribbon, loose enough to be comfortable - and if you really wanted to, you'd have no problem pulling yourself free. But you don't want to.

"Yeah," you say breathlessly, giving the ribbon a little tug, and Clementine smiles when it holds fast, leaning back, all but sitting on your lap. You take their weight easily, their thighs on either side of you, their fingers slowly trailing down your chest, your stomach, making you tense into them, your body desperate from their earlier teasing, the impression of their hands still lingering on your skin.

Your reaction makes them smirk, pressing their palms against your chest as they rock forward, leaning over you and kissing your jaw, your neck, licking your skin and scraping their teeth against your pulse. Heat spikes through you, and you reflexively pull against the ribbon, the headboard groaning behind you.

Clementine peers up at you, their eyes flicking to your bound wrists, to your lips, a hungry look on their face.

You want to reach out, pull them closer, run your hand through their hair and pull on their curls, but the ribbon holds you in place, and you can only watch. Clementine's breath burns against your throat as they lean back in, once more feeling the sharp pleasure of their teeth on your pulse, and you know they're going to leave a mark.

They mutter softly as they start to move lower, pressing your name into your skin as they trail sharp kisses across your chest. Their hands, too, trail down, fingers tracing slow, tantalizing patterns along your sides, making you shiver. You're really starting to squirm, their tongue hot and wet as they taste you, sucking on your chest, their thighs tensing as your hips buck slightly underneath them.

Clementine moves lower, kissing your stomach, lingering over old scars, sucking gently on the smooth, raised skin, their tongue carefully tracing over the jagged lines. Your hands twitch over your head, and again you long to grab at a handful of their hair, to pull their lips up to yours, but still the ribbon holds.

You know they're doing it on purpose, taking their time, languishing in the way your body responds to their touch. They peer up at you, shifting to lower themself between your legs, wrapping a hand around your thigh. Their palm is hot, with them kissing just below your navel as they spread your legs, and you close your eyes for a moment, pressing back into the pillows. Clementine's lips press against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, light kisses turning into loving bites, their hands holding your hips still as you gasp and tug on the ribbon.

"Clementine..."

They hum, their lips still pressed against you, the sensation making you moan their name again. A few more kisses, slow and deliberate, before they start to use their hand, turning their head to suck on your thighs, leaving more marks on your skin.

Their hand quickens, and you strain against the ribbon, your back arching as you twist into the mattress. Your thighs tense around them, their mouth on you again, and you're close, pressing yourself into them, their green eyes bright as they watch your face.

And then they pull back, pushing your hips down, sitting up and licking their lips as you huff a pathetic protest. Gods, you want to touch yourself, to touch them like they're touching you.

Clementine crawls forward, nice and slow - driving you mad, with your muscles tensed and shaking in anticipation. They shift overtop you, lowering themself with one thigh pressed just between your legs, making you inhale sharply. Their skin ignites where it touches yours, chest to chest, hip to hip, their hand cupping your face as they kiss you, their tongue sliding against yours, tasting yourself in their mouth. They roll their hips, sliding their other hand between you, the pressure from their thigh and the sudden practiced touch of their hand sending you over the edge.

Clementine sighs blissfully at your pleasure, tucking their head into the crook of your neck, their lips brushing your throat as their hand keeps working you until there's nothing left, your body slumping back against the mattress and your arms limp against their restraints. You pull weakly against the ribbons, panting as Clementine slowly draws their hand back up your stomach, still pressing soft kisses against your neck.

It takes you some time to come back into the room, your breath still a little frantic, with Clementine wrapped around you, trailing lazy kisses along your jaw and throat. 

"You going to untie me?" you finally manage to say, your hands twitching behind you, aching to return the favor.

"Mmm," Clementine hums into the hollow of your throat, kissing your collar bone, their hands tightening around you.

"Not yet," they say, and you can feel the smile in their kiss, their leg hooking around your hip and holding you against them. You turn your head, and they're waiting for you, their lips meeting yours as they run a firm hand over your chest, their lips parting in a low moan as their fingers dig into your sides.

You suspect you'll be tied up for a while.

#clementine #snippets #nsft #aheem heem

[dogteath]

Here ye hear ye I am having jock brainrot. Please please please give me headcanons/ideas/thoughts/threats in reblogs or comments.

#voatalk #ibvs #isaac beamer versus the supernatural #pleasepleadsplease #praying emoji #sniffles #aheem heem #pathetic noises

[papriikaz]

for @neptnzz 🌷💕

#paprikartz #gw2 #DraWvalentines #gw2 sylvari #aheem heem

[technicalgator]

This medic main believes in you, Tech! Be the engie you know you can be!

AHEEM HEEM THANK YOU CRAN!!! 💖💖✨✨

I stg Medic mains have been the nicest people I have interacted with so far, y’all deserve so much ;w; 💖

This gives me the courage to try Casual again and hopefully not die repeatedly :,D

#AHEEM HEEM #wish me luck on casual ;w; #i shall main at engi!!! #RAAAAAHHHHH 🔧🔧🔧🔧🔧✨✨✨✨ #i also like how i drew medic hehe #slowly but surely incorporating him into my style!! #tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 engineer #tf2 medic #engineer tf2 #medic tf2 #technicalgator art #gator bellows #gator asks

[riessene]

another hmm..... meme redraw ahem

#gw2 #guild wars 2 #suggestive #skdksjhdsjh #sylvari #naihinn #my art #aheem heem

[miodiodavinci]

laying down by a brook with one hand in the water like some kind of tragic prince , , , , , ,

#my break is now over and tomorrow resumes the final hell rush before the end of the semester #well i say break but in all honesty i spent 90% of it working or being so so scared for my car #i did get a little time to clean my room finally and turn into gelatinous ooze #though now i am The Slightest Bit Scared that i have gotten too oozelike and will not be able to fully reform into a functional being #in time to deal with The Horrors #(read: two intensely busy weeks on internship as i basically take over for my mentor all day) #(on top of the big portfolio assignment that my (project) partner Still Has Not Done Anything On) #like as long as i do my part i’ll get a B in the class no matter what but #aheem heem #my gpa that i worked so hard for….. i don’t want it to disappear……. #aaaaa it’s just hard to focus when i am so so tired and really just want like 5 solid days of No Thought Just Video Games And UTAU Dev #before getting back to my own big deadlines #i am looking at this document that i could probably write in 20 minutes but my brain is just. fried meat. #or more precisely i think i can get this done in an hour but Everything Else This Week? #i think i would have an easier time chewing shoe leather than getting my brain to do it all #if it weren’t for the fact that i would Literally go broke if i did not finish all this next semester #i would be soso tempted to take another semester off #only this time for my mental health………….

[i-need-lavernius-tucker]

Hello and welcome to my partner had a real good grimmons prompt so i wrote a whole fic for it

And here they were. Back in the middle of blood gulch, that god forsaken canyon. Grif took off first, headed towards red base and simmons followed... just them, them and the silence of the canyon. Simmons caught up to grif and took his hand so the pair could enter the base together. Sarges old booby trap cut outs of them somehow still stood tall clearly having taken the test of time, punched it in the gut and thrown it into infinity. Each one triggered as they walked by.

Simmons took a deep breath as they stepped into the base and looked around, grif headed straight to his old room without a word while simmons entered the dust covered kitchen- seriously the place was filthy, donut would have a heart attack. Would. Right... simmons shook his head of the memories and left the room to enter an equally filthy living room. He stood silently there as he lost track of time, the memories of bickering with his found family over every little thing all flooding back at once, bringing tears to his eyes which he blinked away. After a moment grif returned in some shirt for a band that simmons had never heard of and a pair of joggers that somehow still fit after all these years.

"Seriously? They haven't been washed in over 10 years." Simmons said as he watched grif shrug and slump down on the old sofa, a comically large plume of dust busting out from under him.

"Shut up and go get changed. No point wearing that stupid armour here." Grif huffed as he leaned his head in his hand and simmons left the room and headed to his own.

When the cyborg got to his room he looked around the familiar yet distant space. There was a time where he called this tiny room home- a safe space to shut himself off from the assholes he was forced to live with, but now this room was.. well... just that. Just a room he could no longer feel a connection to. Simmons located a filthy pair of glasses and wiped them clean before taking off his helmet and replacing it with them, his prescription had changed since he left the glasses here but they were better than wearing his helmet constantly. He then started taking off all of his armour and let it clatter on his bed, leaving him in just his undersuit.

As he took off the suit and grabbed a pair of old trousers from his drawer he heard a whistle from behind him making him turn round and face grif with a heavy blush. Grif grinned at his blush and looked him up and down suggestively, simmons scoffing and grabbing a grey UNSC shirt to pull over his body.

"Asshole." Simmons grumbled as he pushed past grif and down the hallway back towards the living room. Grif followed and sat back down on the sofa, brushing off to dust on the seat next to him and waving his arm over the area to display it as some sort of throne. Simmons scoffed again at perched on the very edge of the sofa.

They sat together there for a while just talking before grif turned to simmons with a sly grin.

"Wanna go explore blue base?" He asked and stood up, holding his hand out to simmons who took it and pulled himself up.

"Whats there to see? Itll be the same as ours just blue" he said and grif clicked his tongue

"Nah, i bet theres some fucked up shit in tuckers room"

"I dont even wanna know what..."

"Too bad. Cmon lets go" grif said and dragged simmons outside, across the sweltering canyon and into blue base.

The base had the exact same layout as red base which wasn't surprising, nor was the fact that the whole place was also covered in a thick layer of dust. Simmons walked around slowly and took in his surroundings, mould crept up walls and onto the ceiling creating a thick smell of damp. He and Grif walked deeper into the base, peering into the rooms of their late friends, Cabooses had been left open so the went in their first. Crayons were scattered about and the walls were covered in scrawled drawrings and the blue's rough hand writing, most of the drawings were of himself and church with things like 'best friends forever!!' Written next to them, others were of all of blue team and some even depicted the reds- Grif snickered and pointed to one of him and simmons bickering, pointing crudely drawn guns at each other.

They went into Church's room next which was surprisingly clean- Simmons imagined it would have bullet holes or a knife or two in the walls caused by the mans perpetual rage but Church's bed was neatly made and the rest of the room was tidy, if not a little boring- nothing adorned the walls and everything had been kept in pristine condition by time, except for the dust of course.

Finally Grif pushed open the door to Tucker's room and... oh jesus christ- Tucker's obnoxious behaviour alone could not prepare anyone for the state of this mans room. Porn mags littered the floor along with civies that hadn't been washed since what looked like before the soldier was stationed here, the walls were covered in teal writing that really gave you an insight into this mans thought process, things like 'when will a damn chick show up thats *not* a total bitch??' And various versions of 'bow chicka bow wow'.. did he plan his catchphrase out on his wall??

Grif left the room and grinned up at simmons who had refused to enter

"Hes fuckin nasty" he said as he walked past simmons toward the blue bases living room.

"You think i didnt know that already?" The maroon soldier asked as he followed his boyfriend, leaning in the doorway to the living room as Grif sat down in an arm chair "what now?" Simmons asked

"I dunno.."

"The suns about to set.. wanna go to the roof and watch it?"

"Who the fuck are you? Donut?"

Simmons laughed bitterly and shook his head before leaving the room and going up the ramp in the middle of the base to sit on the roof, expecting Grif to follow him and a few minutes later he died, carrying a few unopened beers he found in blue bases broken fridge.. theyd probably be fine...

Grif sat down next to Simmons and passed him a beer, cracking open his own and slurping it loudly as the sun started to set, simmons doing the same with his own.

"We could go back to chorus- im sure kimball would be happy to see us" simmons suggested

"I guess yeah... do you think shed let us retire from the damn military?" Grif asked, making simmons chuckle

"I hope so..."

As the sun lowered behind the canyon wall simmons turned to grif in the dim light that remained

"Hey dude" the cyborg opened

"Yeah?"

"I think i know why we're here"

A long pause.

"...Me too man. Me too"

#franklin delano donut #agent carolina #agent texas #agent washington #blue team #dexter grif #dick simmons #halo rvb #red team #red vs blue #sobs and cries #aheem heem #i love them so much guys you dont understand #watch me post my major character death fics next.

[fourphoenixfeathers]

I am verrry normal about Yewsoup's fics.

Blurple scrimblos. Soggy bats. Miserable sopping wet creatures.

Obligatory not my au, it's from this fic! I love transformation fics. So much.

#submas #ingo #emmet #gligar #zubat #not my fic #aheem heem #i love them #creature aus my beloved 😍😍😍 #rae art

[weezeryuri]

heyyyyyyyy budddyyy. im a drunk (sober tumblr mutual) 4 U. U = Scott

#AHEEM HEEM

[northern-passage]

hi for the love of GOD hello. [ MINE ] for merry ???????

The sudden rush of cold is what wakes you - the door opening and closing across the room, a sudden whisper of winter wind making you sink deeper in the chair, burrowing your face in the jacket you've been using as a makeshift blanket.

It was already draped across the back cushion when you sat down, closer than the blankets that are tucked away in the chest across the room, and it had been sufficient enough as you had started to doze off in front of the woodstove.

But now you realize how cold you are, shivering as you peak out over the collar, grabbing at one of the sleeves as you pull it tighter around you. Merry is standing near the doorway, peeling off her layers from her late night walk - though you are certain she was at the tavern, despite what she tells you.

She glances over at you then, raising an eyebrow at the way you're perched on the chair, your legs folded tight against your chest as you huddle under the jacket.

"You didn't have to wait up for me," she says softly, shaking her head as she kicks off her boots.

"Hm," you just hum, turning slightly in the chair as she starts to walk over. She runs a hand through her hair, shaking it loose across her shoulders as she pulls off her bandana and tosses it on the little stand beside the chair, your book and unfinished drink still sat atop it.

She smiles down at you, reaching for her jacket, pulling it off even as you loudly protest, waving her hand at you until you scoot aside and make room for her on the chair. There is no room, but you squeeze yourself against the armrest, and she drops down beside you, both of you wincing as you bump against each other and the chair groans dangerously under your combined weight.

Merry lets out a huff, making a show of getting comfortable, knees and elbows jarring you as she burrows down into the chair, and you turn until you find that sweet spot, aligning against each other, wrapping your arm around her as she tucks her head beneath your chin. You reach up and stroke her hair, still cold from being outside, and you can smell the alcohol on her breath as she tilts her head up to press a kiss along your jaw.

"Gods, you're freezing," you mutter, grabbing her jacket and pulling it tighter around the both of you. The cold is radiating off of her, her hands icy where they curl around your side, even through your shirt.

"And you're nice and warm," she smiles, nudging your jaw with her nose, her breath tickling your throat. She leans forward to trail more kisses along your neck, reaching up to cup your face with her cold hand.

You sigh, stroking her hair again and tightening your other arm around her as she pulls back and lays her head against your chest.

You sit like that for a few minutes, and gradually Merry starts to warm up, her breath hot on your throat, her legs tangled with yours, and you can't help your arms drooping, eyes fluttering closed again, your head tilting forward as you lean into Merry.

"Sorry," she says suddenly, her voice muffled by your collar, and you blink, sitting up and glancing down at her before reaching up again to twine your fingers through her hair, though she keeps her cheek pressed against your chest, her one hand clutching at a fistful of your shirt.

"Nothing to be sorry for," you say, pressing a sleepy kiss to the top of her head, her hair sweet and salty from the ocean air outside.

She doesn't say anything else, her hand just tightening against your chest, and eventually you can tell she's fallen asleep, her breathing deep and steady, her heartbeat slow against your own. You fidget with her jacket, carefully tucking it around her, still gently running your fingers through her hair, a soothing motion for you just as much as it is for her.

"I'll make sure you take your jacket next time," you mumble the words against her temple, even though you know she can't hear you, and you close your eyes, drifting off to sleep with Merry curled in your arms.

#merry harlowe #snippets #nyehilism #aheem heem

[hiendar]

#mushishi #myart #aheem heem #sobs