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get you a man who despite his literal decades of practice repressing and hiding his emotions to survive physically cannot hide how smitten he is with you

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WAIT I NEED YOUR HAIRSPRAY !!!

I was rewatching that bad lip reading of Twilight video, and of all the shit that could have gotten me, it was the line;

"We could play checkers for money."

Of all things.

"We could play checkers for money."

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hehehe bubble butt

[MESSAGE FROM THE CLERGY]

We regret to inform you that papa has passed

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I have been thinking about this for an ABSURD amount of time. Thanks, Comet. LMFAO

ok hot idea! rain is getting fucked against the counter by one of the ghouls, overflowed with cum feeling it drip down his legs making a puddle. then being filled to the brim and overstimulated~

he's trying to be quiet but instead becomes super loud~

what a messy ghoul!

Extra messy transmasc Rain under the cut.

"Cunt" and "clit" used in reference to Rain's anatomy. <3

Rain only has one leg on the floor--and it's going to give out. He can feel the tremor in it building towards uncontrollable along with the orgasm Swiss is trying to wring out of him.

His other leg his shoved up onto the counter, knee bent. Swiss holds his thigh, pressing it down into the granite as he fucks Rain. Each rough thrust drags Rain's clit against the cool stone. If you'd told him twenty minutes ago that he could cum like this he would have laughed. But now? Three, almost four, orgasms later? He can barely think beyond chasing extra friction, grinding his swollen clit against the slick stone. Meeting Swiss thrust for thrust.

Swiss tangles his free hand in Rain's hair, pulls his head away from where he'd dropped it against the counter after he came the last time. Going boneless. He was already pliant, always putty in Swiss hands when he really gets going. But now? Now he's nothing but the raw nerves of his pleasure. The ebb and flow of it. The way he can feel himself get wetter and drip onto the stone beneath him. His clit slips through his own slick.

Rain can't help the noise, can't help how loud he is. Every echoing noise that's rung out of him deepens his blush. Everyone in the ghoul wing can hear him, he knows it. He's powerless against it. When Swiss first pressed him up against the counter and shoved his hand down his pants--he tried to be quiet. But then Swiss turned him around, pulled his pants down, spread him open, and dropped to his knees. He buried his face in Rain's cunt. And Rain wailed, high and desperate. He hasn't stopped making noise since then. Not since he came on Swiss' tongue and around his fingers. Not since Swiss shoved him further up the counter and drove home with one brutal thrust. Swiss shifts a little, he changes the angle and his next thrust hits something that makes Rain's vision white out. He'd fall back onto the counter if it wasn't for Swiss' iron grip in his hair.

He cums on the next thrust, his knee finally buckling. Swiss keeps him up with the press of his hips. He feels himself get wetter, hears the squelch of Swiss' next thrust. He hangs his head forward. Dark sweaty curls falling into his face. Swiss doesn't stop fucking him. Doesn't give him time to come down or breathe. He keeps his brutal pace. Dragging Rains' oversensitive clit through the pool of slick on the countertop with each hard thrust. Rain tries to find something to dig his claws into, to hold on, desperate for something to ground him. He only finds cold smooth stone, his palms slip against it. "Satanas, Rainy. You're so fucking wet, you're dripping on the floor. Filthy." "I--" "He can't help it," a voice--sounds like Dew--from the other side of the room interjects. "He's a slut." Rain hadn't heard anyone else come in, didn't realize he had an audience. He goes even darker. He tries to pull out of Swiss' grip, to drop his head to his forearm to hide the way his cheeks have gone violet. "Is that right?" Swiss asks, he's finally starting to get breathless. The hand on Rain's thigh pressed down a little harder.

"Look at the mess he's made," Dew says. His voice is dismissive, but Rain hears the rasp of his zipper all the same. "You better make him clean it up." Rain whines. Swiss groans low. "Fuck. Keep talking, Dew. He gets so tight when you talk." Dew chuckles. Rain hears the sound of him walking closer. Probably leaning against the table behind them now. "He just likes to be talked about like he isn't in the room. Like he's just a hole to be filled." "He is." Swiss hisses. Swiss finally lets go of Rain's hair and Rain falls forward, pillowing his forehead on his arm as he keens. He tries to hold it back, doesn't want to give Dew the satisfaction. But between Swiss' laser guided thrusts and the grind of his clit on the counter he's close again, teetering on an edge he can't seem to fall off of. He sobs against his arm. Swiss swears, his thrust getting sloppier. "Fill him up good, Swiss." Dew cuts in. "I want to see it dripping down his legs." "You gonna lick it up?" Swiss grits out. "Maybe," Dew says. "Depends on if he's crying or not." "I'm gonna--Swiss--oh no, oh shit," Rain wails, his head thrashing. "Right there with you, Rainy."

Rain's orgasm hits him hard. He feels it in every muscle, so intense it almost hurts. He feels each pulse of his cunt around Swiss' cock. Swiss makes a low gut-punched noise when he cums, grinding his hips against Rain's ass as he does. When Swiss pulls out, Rain feels the hot rush of cum slip from his body and down his leg. Swiss lets go of his leg and Rain almost slips off of the counter and onto the floor. He gets his foot under him just as he feels the drag of an overly warm finger up the inside of his thigh. Dew presses tight against him, and shoves that finger into Rain's slack mouth. Rain leaves at it with his finger, tasting himself and the salt-tang of Swiss. Rain shifts, tries to put his other foot back on the floor, but Dew's free hand pins it in place. "Did you really think you were done?" Dew chuckles. "You're not even crying yet."

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OH MY FUCKING GOD

why don’t we talk about how hot chris is?

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I’m terrified.

I'm gonna make all of you love feet

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Sleep Token and nightlife have me in a chokehold (pun intended). I listen to many varieties of music, but I also tend to get obsessed over a single band or artist and listen to ONLY their shit for about three months. I love listening to Sleep Token whenever I write :))

i know we all already like ghost, but tell me other artists and bands you listen to!! i wanna know if music is as big a part of you guys’ lives as it is mine :)

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Hear me out: Omega.

Omega in suits...omega in button-up shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows...Omega in waistcoats...

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What’s the most jaw-dropping, absolutely fucking feral fics y’all have ever read? I’m asking for a friend. (myself. i’m asking for myself. i feel like i’ve read them all and that just won’t do. help a ghestie out, yeah?)

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I’M SO FUCKING EXCITED OH MY GOD

Take Me First - Chapter 1

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Omega/Mountain

Contains: Mountain's first time bottoming!

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"And what is it that you need?" Mountain licks at his lips. When had his mouth gotten so dry?

"I told you,” he mumbles, “I need you to fuck me."

"Yes, I remember," Omega says through a quick laugh. "But that doesn't really narrow it down. A lot of things count as fucking." Mountain tips his head back with a silent sigh and stares at the ceiling, stomach twisting. "Please," Omega continues, "elaborate."

Mountain suddenly isn't sure he wants to. This is much harder than he had anticipated. In his head he'd strode into this office and told Omega in no uncertain terms that he wanted to be pounded into next week. In his head Omega had taken him right there, bent over the desk with a hand in his hair. In his head he hadn't been so fucking weak.

And yet.

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I'm posting this in three parts because this one is kicking my ass for some reason lmao. Chapter one is smut-free, mostly just getting into Mountain's head and the discussion he has with Omega. It gets dirty, I promise!

Read the rest on AO3!

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If it's the desperation embarrassment and shame you're about for poss kinks may i put forth a personal favorite: bladder control and one ghoul forcing another to wet themselves in their lap/on their thigh?

Mountain holds him ever tighter when Rain starts to fidget, hands on Rain's hips. A warning.

"What did we talk about?" he murmurs, and the tone is chiding. Almost condescending. Rain takes a deep breath in, lets it out slowly.

What they talked about. What they agreed on. Rain, sitting still and behaving until he couldn't anymore, making a nice mess of both of them.

When it had just been words thrown around, it had seemed harmless enough. A little strange to him, but Mountain had been so sweet when he'd asked; obvious that it had taken some courage to approach him about it, and so candid about how much it'd turn him on.

Rain can't deny him anything, ever, but the reality of it is more than he expected. Faced with the act of wetting himself fills him with anxiety laced with awful arousal, made worse by how hard he can feel Mountain is.

It almost hurts. It's been that way for a while, and frustrated, Rain curls in on himself that much more, leaning heavy against Mountain's chest, legs dangling. He feels so small in Mountain's lap, both from his sheer size, and by how he feels he's stood under a spotlight.

"You need to go?"

It's even hard to say. Shame was usually something he doles out, not keeping any for himself. To be on the receiving end of this is an unfamiliar thrill. He keeps his head turned away when he answers with hesitant yes. Mountain's cock throbs so hard Rain feels it flex where it's pressed against his ass. His hands tighten in Mountain's shirt, clutching.

"Go on," Mountain pleads softly, hands tightening. "If you need to."

Rain bites his lip and tries to relax, but absurdly, he feels himself going shy. Unable or unwilling to relax in this situation in spite of the ache, he's been holding it for this long only for it to come to this? He takes a deep breath, wills himself to relax, but it's getting him nowhere. Mountain's hand squeezes his hip affectionately.

"You okay?" he asks, sounding unsure and a little nervous. He clears his throat. "If it's not, you know. We don't have to, obviously." His tone makes Rain's chest warm; always thoughtful and concerned. Wanting to take care of Rain even in circumstances like these. Especially like these.

"Yeah," Rain nods, and huffs out a little laugh. "Just a little nervous." He leans closer in on Mountain, and feels a kiss being pressed to his hair.

"Can I help?" Mountain asks, that same, gentle tone, and Rain nods. He isn't sure what he expected, exactly, but he startles when one of Mountain's hands slides from his hips and settles on his lower stomach and begins to rub. Tender movements, slow and calming and putting pressure right over his achy bladder. "How's that?" Mountain asks.

"It's nice," Rain nods, and slumps a little heavier against him, watching the gentle hand rub and press and then come to a still to really knead him there, feeling and pressing. The sensation of urgency has Rain groaning. He feels another throb from Mountain's cock, and can't believe he's so hard over this, over Rain needing to...

"When you're ready," Mountain tells him, pressing harder, massaging. Coaxing. "Just relax and let it all out." Rain does his best, tries to let any remaining tension go when he exhales. It's difficult, is the thing. He closes his eyes and tucks closer. The pressure's getting too much, too uncomfortable, and he's shocked at how much harder it is to start to piss in this situation. He's having to focus, to will it to happen, feeling so unexpectedly shy.

"Mount," Rain murmurs finally, "I can't hold it."

Mountain gives a strangled noise, the hand that was pressing on his belly dropping to the front of his pants, grabbing at Rain's cock. With a sigh, Rain begins to lose control and the first small trickle soaks into his underwear. It's a humiliating sensation, despite having been asked to do it, begged to. It starts to spread, and then he can't keep holding it back

The reaction well and truly letting go elicits from Mountain makes Rain feel stupid; Mountain's squeezing and stroking his cock and the fabric is turning dark with it. Most interesting is the dazed tone his voice takes on, whispering Rain, Rain, oh, disbelieving.

Rain doesn't open his eyes. He doesn't need to see the stain spread while he can feel it. This is more than he bargained for, he'll admit, all the complicated feelings. Well, his complicated feelings. Under him, Mountain is panting and pushing his hips up against Rain's ass.

"Just a few minutes," Mountain's saying, breathless while he grinds. Rain can feel himself start to get hard in Mountain's grasp now that he's empty. The sting of wanting to peel off his wet clothes and shower immediately is soothed by how out of his mind Mountain is, how plainly he wears his desire for him like this.

Rain feels dirty and under the shame, there's a strange sense of accomplishment having done something so private for Mountain. To have make him so happy.

"Just a few minutes," Mountain huffs out, hands settling on Rain's hips while he holds him close and grinds his dick against Rain. "Just need a few minutes."

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Watching The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe rn and holy SHIIIIIIT I'm getting so many character design ideas GIVE ME FAUN MOUNTAIN

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tried simplifying my eso toon Connik's armor design in a quick sketchy

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Quintosis piss fic…that’s all I’m saying.

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plEAAAAASE MY HEART CAN’T TAKE IT CRIMSON I LOVE THEM

rain and dew spend the most time in the lake

and rain makes sure to never swim too fast or too deep so dew doesn’t feel bad that he’s just not as good in the water as he used to be

it definitely took him months to get him back in the water and even longer to get in with rain

but now he can enjoy the lake again and he loves enjoying it with rain

even if though he gets tired quicker than rain does and that means he has to watch his silly lil fishy boyfriend swim around while he sits on the dock

rain doesn’t forget about him though- he’ll swim up every once and a while and bring dew pretty rocks he finds on the floor of the lake, ones that remind him of dew

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Dewdrop hates (loves) him.

anyway, cute lil doodle to chill after the raindew lake drawing

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I like to think that Rain will bring Dewdrop along to the lake because he knows he misses it. Dew never actually gets in the water, he always gives some type of excuse. But sometimes, he’ll place a hand in and make it a sauna. Rain loves having him, and he’s more than glad to listen to whatever Dew decides to rant on about next.