#what the fuck lmfao

[miasmaghoul]

ghouls in suits. ghuits. swissdew dry humping. go crazy go stupid aaa

kfndjhb HAS ANYONE DRAWN GHOULS IN SUITS YET BECAUSE THAT'S IMMEDIATELY AT THE TOP OF MY HIERARCHY OF NEEDS JUST SAYIN

Ahem

Enjoy Dew being as weak for ghouls in suits as I would be.

somehow this became puppy play someone euthanize me i beg

Sometimes, Dewdrop wishes he was less obvious.

That he didn't wear his heart on his sleeve. Didn't display his emotions with such easily read expressions. That he could keep his jaw from dropping at the slightest shock, or his eyes from going so wide they threaten to pop out of his head entirely.

Maybe if he were less obvious, he wouldn't be so thoroughly out of his mind right now. He shifts on his knees with a quiet whimper, sore from so long spent on the hardwood floor. Dew leans into the long leg at his side, cool fabric a relief against his overwarm skin.

"How's he doing?"

The voice is familiar, deep and warm. Aether, his fuzzy mind provides. Dew stares at the other ghoul's shoes, shiny leather loafers just barely kissed by the tailored hems of his pants. The way they reflect the light is entrancing. He wants to lick them. Callused fingers come to rub behind his ear, and Dew feels himself sink deeper.

"Oh, he's being a very good boy," comes Rain's casual lilt, paired with a tug of the leash in his hand. "Don't worry about him."

Dew makes the tiniest sound of surprise as he's pulled off balance, forced to grip Rain's suit pants to steady himself. The chunky leather collar Mountain had chosen sits just tight enough to make swallowing hard, which is a real pain for how much Dew is drooling. The others are speaking like he isn't even there, neither ghoul deigning to so much as look at the pathetic little thing at their feet. Dewdrop slips further.

Maybe if it had just been Aether and Rain in those fancy black suits - the ones with the stunning monochromatic pinstripes and deliciously sharp lapels, the ache between his legs reminds him - maybe he could've gotten away with his blush. Could've snuck away with one hand over his crotch and the other covering his mouth, running to the nearest storage closet to jerk himself stupid.

But then Mountain had come around the corner.

And Swiss.

And fucking Sunshine.

All in matching, perfectly fitted black three-piece suits with shiny silver buttons, black silk shirts and ties tucked into their waistcoats. Time had frozen the moment he'd stared into the common room. As he'd devoured them with his eyes, taking in every pair of broad shoulders, every cinched waist, every flashy cufflink, he'd spelled his own doom. He'd started to drool, legs collapsing as they turned to jelly and every drop of blood in his body shot south. Dew had started thrusting into the air unconsciously as he knelt in the doorway, and they had descended on him.

"Such a cute little puppy," Sunshine had said, teasing baby-talk, and oh had Dew's reaction been visceral.

So here he is, knelt at Rain's feet for the moment, collared and leashed and harder that he can ever remember being. Needy and sore and completely ignored. The others mill about, an occasional hand winding through his hair, but otherwise they say nothing to him. Don't pay him any mind. He'd tried crawling around in search of attention, back when he could still think, but Swiss had been quick to swat him on the ass and scruff him until he went limp.

He's been a good boy since then.

There have been people in and out of the common room throughout the day, but if they'd noticed him he hadn't been present enough to realize it. The other ghoulettes and Copia have all made appearances, asking whoever happened to be holding his leash at the time if they could say hello. Cirrus had kissed his forehead and ruffled his hair. Cumulus had asked for a kiss and Aether had made him lick her cheek.

Copia had asked to give him belly rubs. Mountain had let him, and that had been the thing to finally break him.

Dewdrop is pulled from his muddy thoughts with another sharp pull of his leash - Swiss, this time - and he crawls after him on stiff knees. Swiss's strides are long and Dew has to scramble to keep up, whimpering as his hand slips on the wood and he's forced to pause, the collar tightening.

"Come," Swiss commands, and any part of Dew's mind set on resisting his treatment crumbles to dust. He stares up at Swiss, the multighoul's gaze cool and almost...annoyed. Dew's cock kicks and leaks, weeping onto the floor. Swiss rolls his eyes and tugs again. "You'll be cleaning that up later."

"Aww, did the puppy make a mess?" Sunshine sing-songs from Mountain's lap, fiddling with one of his buttons. "Don't get too mad at him, he doesn't know any better!"

Dew feels like he's outside of himself as he listens to Swiss scoff, listens to him sit heavily in a plush armchair. His shoes are shiny too, just like Aether's. Dew can't make his neck move, stuck staring at the floor. At Swiss's feet. At his leg.

His hips start rocking again and they all laugh. Dew doesn't even have the brainpower left to be ashamed.

"You wanna hump my leg, don't you?" Swiss chucks him under the chin and Dew lets out a startled sound, looking up with glassy eyes. The multighoul reaches out and runs his thumb through the trail of drool slipping from Dew's mouth, dripping down his chin. "Dirty little fucker."

Dew lets out a pained yelp as Swiss yanks on the collar again, collapsing against the other ghoul's leg. He groans at the feel of luxurious fabric beneath his fingertips, rubbing his cheek against Swiss's thigh. They all laugh at him again and Dew is so far past caring it doesn't even faze him when Swiss fixes him with a predatory grin.

"Bark for me while you do, then."

Dew curls around Swiss's leg and starts to grind.

"W-woof." Swiss's smile goes soft and Dew presses closer. "Woof, woof." It's loud enough for all of them to hear, and distantly he recognizes the sound of belt buckles opening.

"Good boy," Swiss croons, "such a good dog."

Dew's tears are hot. He hopes they never stop.

[avatarthelastairgender]

always had like neutral to positive opinions on neil patrick harris. anyway don't google what he served at a party for halloween 2011 if you also have a neutral to positive opinion on him

[crowshoots]

if anyone wonders how my day is going: my family’s ac is broken, ice machine not working, and now our car broke down 😭

[mcl4r3n]

STOP THE COUNT!!!!!!!!!!!! LET THIS BE THE RACE ORDER FOR SUNDAY!!!!!!

[starscelly]

“well when he goes down on me i want to try and score more” ROBO. when otter does WHAT. when he does WHAT to you.

EDIT: sorry i have misinterpreted his response bc i couldnt hear the reporter. he actually said this about wedge. which is still awful robo what the hell jfkdsjkf

[agent-plaguemask]

HUH

Look at this wikipedia article and tell me..

[radfem-raccoon]

I'm obsessed with the Family Guy kin side of Tumblr now.

[miasmaghoul]

Dew makes a "milk" shake (it's cum)

i hate you people (affectionate)

"Oh fuck, Dew," Swiss gasps, shoulders hunched, hands buried in Dew's hair, "unholy shit."

He hadn't expected this when Dewdrop had knelt, slapped away his book and demanded to make him cum. Dew is working him fast and hard, twisting his wrist and bobbing his head. Swiss chokes on his tongue as Dew sucks harshly at the tip. His head is spinning, his stomach clenching. Dew hasn't been at this long enough for Swiss to be this close.

"Fuck, you- you - Lucifer, Dew, you're gonna make me cum." It's spoken between gritted teeth, Swiss melting into his chair. His book falls to the floor with a loud thud, and it serves as a reminder that they're in the common room. And in full view of the doorway. In the middle of the day. The level of exposure sends a frission of excitement down his spine and he throbs against Dew's skilled tongue. Dew pulls off with a wet pop, stroking fast.

"Tell me when," he says, seeming distracted. Swiss doesn't have time to think about how hot that is before Dew's mouth is back on him, licking at the slit. Swiss pants and gasps at every swipe of his tongue over the sensitive spot on the underside. In no time at all pressure coils in his gut.

"Shit, shit, fuck" he wheezes, "cumming, Dew fuck-"

Dew pulls back immediately and changes his angle, aiming Swiss's dick downward as he shoots in thick spurts. He chokes out a moan, swearing under his breath. Everything is gray around the edges. Dew stands, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.

"Thanks," he says conversationally, holding up the glass in his hand. "Should be enough." He heads to the kitchen and Swiss watches him dumbly. Dew flits about the kitchen as Swiss's cock softens, leaving a wet spot on his thigh.

"What?" Swiss feels like he's missed something. Dew gathers the blender and sets it on the counter before padding to the fridge, rummaging. "What are you doing?" He tucks himself back into his pants as Dew returns to the counter with vanilla ice cream and milk. He grabs a banana from the fruit bowl and Swiss raises an eyebrow.

"Making a snack," Dew informs him, adding things to the blender - a few scoops of ice cream, a splash of milk, the broken up banana, Swiss's cum-

Wait.

"Dew, what the fuck?" Swiss sputters, eyes wide. Dew pays him no mind, turning the blender on and putting away his ingredients. He gathers a big glass, a spoon and a straw, peering into the blender carafe after a minute.

"You heard me," he says, way too casual for what Swiss has just witnessed. Dew nods and turns the blender off, pouring its creamy contents into his glass. He shakes the can of whipped cream he'd grabbed on the way back, spraying a huge mound of it on top of his creation. He licks a splash of cream from his finger before shoving the spoon and straw into the treat, strutting over to Swiss.

"I don't -" Dew cuts him off by shoving the shake in his face, wiggling it.

"Try it," Dew says, sitting heavy in Swiss's lap. "Before you judge me."

Swiss doesn't know what to do, head still fuzzy. Not like he hasn't eaten cum, his own included, but something about this feels...different.

"It's good, I promise," Dew insists, holding a spoonful to his lips. Swiss opens his mouth in spite of himself, and Dew feeds it to him with crinkled eyes, kicking his little feet with joy. Swiss gives himself a moment to taste it, waiting for the inevitable cringe.

It never happens. It tastes...good. Really good. Sweet and fresh, lots of banana, a little hit of salty depth at the end. Almost like salted caramel. He licks the remnants off his lips with a surprised huh.

"It's a banana cream pie!" Dew says with childlike enthusiasm.

Swiss laughs until he cries.

[rolandkaros]

was aryna stepping on her racket strings???

[symbiotic-slime]

you haven’t truly experienced the full spectrum of human emotions until you’re sobbing because your favourite character just died and then fucking memories by maroon 5 starts playing

[thegrimygrim]

Just got told in the giant Resident Evil server that I never fucking speak in to change my name and bio because apparently “shitlord666” and “hello my name is Stryker and I suck dick and have bad opinions” isn’t appropriate for a server about a video game series that is rated 17+

[havi-fart]

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH YAAYYYY

to fight my artblock i decided to redraw some gerard p donelan comics as ds9. but once i started i could not stop....

so heres all deep space 9 of them. lol. again the poses and captions are lifted straight from his comics all i did was put space guys on there! please enjoy

(id in alt text btw!)

[bugbuoyx]

fuck it fine this shitty obscure movie wont stop living rent free in my head so im buying a dvd of it because the copy i watched online SUCKED

[charlesemersonwinchesteriii]

Star Trek: Deep Space 9 5x21 // Star Trek: Lower Decks 5x9

[lgbtqtext]