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I’m feeling sick n twisted!!!! anyways more Aether 💜

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Dewdrop getting the ick in 4K

@dewinabsentia

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Bluffin' with his head muffin

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*lightly tappies the table* Ummm you saw the recent pics of Mountain is now tall and buff? A beef stick, then string bean... you think the others are like hot damn?

Oh I think they’re all absolutely crazy about it. I think Aurora is mostly the one responsible for making sure he actually eats well, in my brain (and based on an RP with a friend hehe) they’re mates, and Rory makes sure her mate eats good. I think she’s very proud of the fact that he’s no longer such a bean pole, and she absolutely loves to lay her head on his tummy now that it’s a little softer.

She also likes that it makes him feel so much heavier above her when she’s getting her back blown out hehe.

Phantom likes that when he’s being a little shit it’s so much easier for Mountain to just grab him and put an end to it.

Rain reeeeeally likes how much stronger Mountain’s grip around his throat is. Not that Mountain would ever mean to be so rough on purpose. But he’s just not used to that new strength yet, he’s used to not weighing much and the pressure he applies with his body weight not being substantial. Rain hasn’t told him yet exactly how it makes his head spin because he knows he’d feel bad.

I also think that especially in cramped changing rooms, everyone likes to stare. Everyone likes to watch the way he has to jump and wiggle into his costume now. He gets his ass slapped on a much more regular basis than before, and he’s just now starting to suspect that it goes beyond the usual sportsmanship like teasing.

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The "Waffle House Index" is a measure of weather severity, so I choose to believe this is how Vee summoned his ghouls.

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There was something cunty in the air this day holy crap

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i do think we're severely underutilizing how much mountain's bulked up lately.

im picturing a desperate aurora grinding against the firm muscle of a thigh the size of both of hers and leaving a wet spot on his sweatpants.

or rain getting picked up by the waist and held so high up his toes barely brush the ground, hands searching for something to grab onto, so mountain can reach just the right angle.

cirrus raking her claws down his broad back when she pounds into him from behind to watch how his muscles tense and twitch with the effort of staying still.

mountain curling himself over dew and holding him in place as he fucks him hard and rough, his bicep against dew's throat making him see stars as he loses his breath.

phantom trailing after mountain all day, deliberately prodding and needling until mountain caves and throws him onto the nearest flat surface, contorts him however he sees fit and holds him that way until he's satisfied.

you know. the works

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You are what you take

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Tobias Forge on Papa V Perpetua for Revolver

TF really said ‘V is the cooler C’ because the former can move his mouth more than the latter.

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i need a massage and like 12 orgasms

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RE: RAT LAUNCHING VIDEO

source

i know we’ve all seen the close up video but i literally had not seen the wide view until today and you can really see how FAR HE ACTUALLY THROWS THE RAT???? copia’s got an ARM

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The ghoul equivalent of a wife swap (Rain and Cumulus are the wives) and rare pairs cause the girls need more love from their packmates

(This is also for an anon that requested dew and cumulus but I couldn't find their ask 🫠)

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A very underexplored dynamic with Cirrus and Rain. Two ghouls that normally aren't together, but when they are it's a competition on who can outdo the other and reality checks.

I want to see more of these two messing around, or like any ghoul and ghoulette getting into shenanigans where the girls are the enablers and aren't acting motherly. Like imagine a scenario where, at the tiniest bit of inconvenience, the first thing the girlies think of is unnecessary almost comedic violence. Then the guys are either "ride or die" or "I'm not part of this but I'm going to watch it happen." Both Copia and Perpetua are included in this

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they’re having a moment

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Hello op of that Phantom post. You mentioned him not getting away with it forever. Have you considered brat Phantom and Cirrus who is so tired of his bullshit?

Pairing: Cirrus/Phantom

Word count: 1291

Rating: explicit

Summary: Cirrus has thought it’s downright unfair how much Phantom gets away with for a long time now. When another pair of her underwear goes missing, she finally snaps.

Warnings: Phantom steals dirty underwear cuz he’s a little perv, he gets caught red-handed, Cirrus is not gentle about it

Notes/additional non-warning tags: trans man Phantom, cis woman Cirrus, hair pulling, degradation, oral sex, ruined orgasm, left untouched

“Agh, Rory, did my underwear get mixed up with yours again?”

Cirrus asked with an annoyed huff as she stood beside Aurora in her room, the two folding laundry together to make the chore go by quicker. 

“Uhh, no, I don’t see them in my basket-“

Aurora started, stopping before she could finish the thought with a little snicker.

“Didn’t Bug offer to take your laundry down for you this morning…? What a gentleman.”

She could hardly contain her giggles at the very idea of Phantom being anything other than a menace. Cirrus’s face flushed dark blue with blush as she threw the shirt she was folding back into the basket.

“I’ll be right back-“

“Phantom!”

Cirrus’s yell and bang against his bedroom door caused Phantom to drop the missing panties he’d been holding up against his nose. Shit, caught red-handed! 

“Open this door now!”

“H-hold on!”

Phantom tried to scurry up as quickly as he could, kicking the panties under the bed while frantically pulling his pants up. When he pulled the door open, he was still noticeably a mess, his hair sticking up every which way and his face a deep, dark purple. Cirrus’s knocking hadn’t stopped till she could see his face. 

It quickly became clear she was very ticked off, and she didn’t plan to even let him try and explain. 

“Wait, Cir, please-“

Phantom tried to escape her grasp, shove the door closed again. He wasn’t fast enough. Cirrus’s left hand was swiftly tangled into his hair, her grip unrelenting as she shoved him into his room and closed the door behind her again.

“Ow! Cir-“

“Shut up.”

Cirrus dragged him all the way back over to his bed, where she could see the blue lace of her underwear poking out from their terrible hiding spot. Her grip roughly forced Phantom down to his knees.

“Pick it up.”

It was a demand, not a request. When Phantom reached a hand down to grab the fabric, he was only shoved further down to the ground.

“With your teeth. Now.”

No room for argument. 

Phantom let out the saddest little whine he could possibly manage as he leaned all the way down to the stone floor. As soon as the lace was between his teeth, he was yanked harshly upwards. 

“Now drop it.”

Cirrus demanded as she held her free hand under his chin. The quintessence ghoul did as he was told, letting out another whimper as Cirrus took hold of the underwear. Based on the way she set them on his nightstand, she didn’t plan to leave immediately.

“Stop whining, explain yourself. Apologize”

Phantom was tight-lipped for a moment before Cirrus pulled his head back a little more to encourage him to speak. He was still on his knees and facing away from her; not being able to see her expression had him uneasy. He was sure she was beyond pissed.

“I’m sorry-“

He started with a nervous gulp. 

“Y-you just always smell so good-“

Phantom pressed his thighs together from where he sat with a little groan, seeking any kind of friction. 

“I wanted to feel you, but you were so busy I didn’t want to bother you-“

That wasn’t a good enough answer. Cirrus let a small growl slip before she spoke.

“Bullshit, you’ve never had a problem bothering me before. You just wanted the thrill of it, didn’t you? Huh? Tell me I’m wrong, pervert.”

Phantom leaned his head back, pushing boundaries just a little by letting his head lean against Cirrus’s thigh so he could look up at her. 

“You’re right, I’m sorry. I won’t do it again, Cir, honest.”

He gave the biggest, wettest-looking puppy eyes he could manage. Cirrus only glared back.

“Can I make it up to you?”

Despite the pleading look and the innocent aura he wanted to give, his tail gave a mischievous flick behind him.

“Yeah, I think you can actually.”

Citrus responded with an even and almost cold tone as she let go of his hair. Before he could thank her, she was sitting on the edge of his bed with her legs lazily spread open. 

“Stay right there on the floor, you look pretty down there. You’re gonna make me feel good and I’m not gonna lift a finger, got it?”

That sounded like a reasonable enough solution to Phantom.

Phantom made quick work of getting the ghoulette’s pants and underwear off, making a show of setting them carefully on the nightstand by the pair he’d stolen. He held Cirrus’s thighs apart and got right to work. She watched him with an unmoving gaze at first, eyes watching him almost judgmentally. Brat that he was, he at least had a good tongue. And Cirrus had to admit that the way he moaned around her and watched her with those big, sweet eyes almost forced her to relax. Phantom was relieved when she finally let a soft moan slip, one hand reaching up to cover her mouth as the other went back to Phantom’s hair. Her head leaned back against the wall the bed was on, and her eyes fluttered shut. The relaxation didn’t last long, though; her gaze snapped downward again as she heard the rustle of Phantom’s hand down his pants.

“Ah-“

She warned with a harsh tug on his hair, letting out a little growl

“I didn’t say you could touch, did I? Hands on me, since you wanted me so badly.”

Fucking hell, he was gonna go crazy. Phantom did as he was told, half expecting the sweet praise Cirrus would usually give when he was such a good boy. No such sound left her lips this time. He whined against her clit as he rolled his hips down, desperate for friction. If he angled them just right, he could feel the seam of his sweatpants almost hit the right spot on his clit, it was the closest thing he could get. Mixed with the intoxicating taste of the ghoulette on his bed, it was almost enough. His hips rolled lazily against nothing while his mouth stayed dutifully occupied. 

Phantom’s eyes rolled back before closing as his tongue eagerly lapped between Cirrus’s folds. The smell of her made him dizzy. And he’d already been so close before she caught him. He could feel it right there, he just needed to- 

His train of thought quickly derailed as Cirrus’s back arched up off the bed and her hand in his hair gripped so tightly it made him see stars. He looked up at her again in awe. Fuck she was so pretty- he should be good for her more often, the look on her face was just perfect, he could-

His head was pulled away from her core before he could process. He whimpered, his hips halting their movement in confusion. 

Before he could even ask what she was doing, Cirrus was getting up and gathering her clothes. His eyes followed her as she slipped her panties and tights back on, confused and almost hurt-looking.

“What? Did you expect more?”

She asked with a scoff.

“You can finish on your own if you really want. Without my help”

Phantom let out a drawn-out groan, sitting up straight on his knees and giving her a pleading look.

“Cir, please-“

“It’s too late to beg. Ask first next time, Bug.”

Fuck! He’d been so close too! Damn it all! 

She was out the door before he could protest any further. 

The next day, he gave her a proper apology and was handsomely rewarded for a lesson well learned. He could tolerate being well-behaved more often if it got him that kind of treatment. At least with her. The others were still fair game. For now. 

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mummy dust

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Do you block people in the same fandom as you just because you don't like their takes?