#rot talks

[rotteninpandemonium]

she threatens to kill me and i get horny, our relationship is healthy.

[lacerotten]

i do not need this yarn. I Do Not Need It.

I have a pattern picked out and everything,

but I Don't Need It.

[fandombrainrots]

I wanna mess with the polls like the gremlin I am ε=ε=┌(;￣◇￣)┘

For the record these are all random so even I don’t know what draft will get picked lmao

[cains-eye-patch]

Favorite bugsnak and favorite grumpus?

Hi I totally forgot people could ask me stuff so sorry!! But probably wambus and flapjackarak, they're so silly,..

[justaholycorpse]

Ever black out on your bathroom floor from pain and wake up with a bleeding nose(and more pain)? Because holy fuck, that's been my night

[marshmellowed]

every time.

[spiribia]

once you hit adulthood a day will come when you’re suddenly like VEGETABLES 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 and it never goes away

[rottenresponse]

What if I actually sat down and drew the things I wanna draw..

[oceanr0t]

I rly gotta organize and tag sometime, but my brain is fully on the 3 body problem audibook now

[justaholycorpse]

I will never be the same after reading this, this is heavenly. I adore this so much.

Js been thinking about a really REALLY horny pent up ghost coming home and using his sub male reader to his liking,, <3

My heart seeks love, the kind you give.🔞

So many ways to interpret the prompt, but I think we've had enough of hardcore smut. So here's something you really want but can't have.

Relationships: Ghost x switch!Male Reader Synopsis: He seeks your embrace for it means comfort, good thoughts and love. A/N: I really like this fic. LOL. Written to this song. Master List

In every universe, Ghost comes home to you. He comes home in a multitude of ways, sometimes scarred and in bandages. Sometimes in casual clothes with a bunch of flowers. Sometimes in a large hoodie engulfing his upper torso fully.

But he comes home to you, every single time. This time, he comes home in a tactical jacket and some black trousers. Hands wrap around your chest and a weight rests on your shoulder in a drape of affection the shape of spring. Warmth is a blanket for you both and he's content to just bask in your presence as dinner roasted away in the oven.

"How is my boyfriend feeling today?"

He exhales roughly, so much like him, and reluctance is his hands leaving your body. The house is certainly warmer now and his hand eclispes yours to bring them close to his chest.

"Need you. Missed you so much, love."

"I know, sweetheart."

His hands are travellers on familiar lands, lands of home, and dip into your joggers where they pause, for permission to continue. Your hand joins him and it disappears under the waistband to cup your dick. The clothing drops down to your ankles and Ghost gently tugs the boxers down to reveal your soft dick. His fingers wrap around you and a soft gasp is stolen by a kiss on your lips. The mask is off and his lips are sweet against yours.

"Want to hear you, darling. Hear all of your noises."

You indulge his request as a finger twists the nubs of your nipples to elicit a groan which he greedily enjoys. Your body, his instrument, his mural and sky, his everything. Something digs into your ass and you don't need to turn to know the owner is gently stroking and thumbing himself. Fingers dipped in something cold enters your hole and you can't suppress the shiver running down your spine to your dick.

"Wanna make you feel so good, darling."

It nudges your hole before a grunt is the signal for him to push in. Even in his pent up state, gentleness cradles his heart in strings to never hurt you. Sex should feel good, and Ghost knows that better than anyone. He is thick, unyielding as your walls clench down on his length and he hisses gently before he is moving. The countertop supports your arms when he leans with you forward to completely shadow your figure and he wraps his arms around you lovingly. The sounds of the home are quiet, save for the moans and gasps when Ghost angles himself just right to hit that bundle of nerves to set your body alight with desire.

Desire to be with your boyfriend, through it all and for days, years, millenia to come.

He's not going to last long as the pacing increases together with the noises he's making. It's beautiful, and Ghost needs this relief of the stress he experienced from the mission. In the initimacy of your home, he plant kisses on neck and the shoulder all while muttering praises of good boy, sweetheart, lad, and my love. A stutter in his hips and the twitch of the dick in your ass and he is coming undone behind you with a guttural groan trailing into a satisfied moan and hot cum splashing into your rear. It triggers your own climax and you are following him down the road of desire paved into making love. The thrust slows and he mumbles close to your ear. Throughout the whole experience, touch starved Ghost is practically stuck to your body.

"Love, I can still do another. Please, I want to feel you." A hint of pink dust smattered across his cheeks. "Feel you inside me, love."

You nod and he pulls out gently. The positions are swapped and he leans back against the countertop with his elbows for support and you are draped across his front. The lube is slimy and you finger him gently. You smoothe away the sting with more kisses and he reciprocates greedily and tongues your mouth with the thirst of a man unquenched by a single round. When he is loose enough, you place a hand on his hips, Ghost has such nice hips, and he gives you a verbal confirmation.

He is less tense and you feel him actively try to relax when the tip of your dick disappears into him. His head tilts back and his back arches at the sting, the burn of the intrusion into him and he seeks your hand in a squeeze you acquiesce happily. Fondness. His eyes are shining with pleasure and you pull a couple more sounds from him. A moan, a grunt and a stutter in his words.

It feels right, as if the universe aligned opening the path into soft, tender sex Ghost loves more than anything in the world. To be himself, to be a lover and bring his partner pleasure and love mixing into something blinding bright and tender and beautiful. A hand rests on your shoulder and the first thrust throws his head back and arching into pelvis.

"That good, Ghost?"

"Yer always good, sweetheart. Fuck, this—this is—'m not gonna last if you keep doing that."

"Don't fight the feeling. Let yourself enjoy it, Ghost."

He hand cups his face when you bottom out within him. He uncovers his face and your eyes are meeting each other in intimacy. He hips are jittery and his breathing is losing its cadence. You work dutifully to bring your boyfriend the sweet release he so deserves and his forehead is against yours. Soft pants of desire rise into harsher sucks of air whenver you are completely in.

"Say my name." He grits out between thrusts shaking his thighs with anticipation.

"Say it, please."

"Simon." He moans.

"My dutiful man, my love and my star. Simon, Simon, Simon." He core is tightening rapidly and eventually, the knot in your pelvis is snapping into a rush of desire spilling into him as wet and warm coat your abdomen and his. Wrung out and messy, he tips your head up and gives you a kiss melding two hearts into one.

"I love you, Simon."

He nods and whispers it back. Here, there aren't any terrorists or criminals. No one capable and wanting to hurt him. Here is home, his habour where he feels safe and loved. Cherished and wanted; isn't that what any man wants? Isn't that what Simon truly wants?

He looks into your eyes and he thinks he found the answer.

In every universe, you fall for him and he takes your heart with his. Just the way the universe intended it to be.

[rotteninpandemonium]

was watching Bob's Burgers earlier and it was a christmas episode and some guy said he used to be a mannequin and he was married to one and the Belcher's reunite him with his mannequin wife and I mean the characters were clearly weirded out by it and he was made out to be a weirdo freak but like I was like "he is me fr"

lol anyway..

[abyssalbloom]

People on tumblr really will go „I cannot believe silly right wingers fall for fear-mongering and moral panics and accuse random queer people of being pedophiles for self expression and kinks, anyway, block and unfollow xyz because they’re a proshipper and glorifying abuse”

[fandombrainrots]

I’m so gonna regret this,

BUT IM DOING ANOTHER POLL.

The last one went well even though y’all were feral for 50, but It was fun so I’m doing it again.

Pick your poison, I mean draft

[ghoulbats]

well….it finally happened

[justaholycorpse]

Finally drew something after scraping a few others before this one. Simple redesign of an oc @amansabastris hears me talk about a lot

(He has yelled at me to stop hurting this oc but the pain adds spice to the characters)

Also I made a new blog @thecemetery0fshad0ws for more gore/bloody stuff i make.

[soldrawss]

@funneylizzie got me in that Casey Jones Jr brainrot and I haven't known peace since