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I love the ghost fandom. We were given a bunch of silly guys with absolutely no context and all collectively went “ah yes. They are polyamorous for eachother.” Iconic.

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are you actually kidding me

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well.. okay

(from kisstherats on twitter)

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guess who finally posted the second chapter of the omega/swiss fic?? this guy.

chapter 1 features swiss deep in subspace, cockwarming omega, and for anyone who wants to see swisstopher get railed six ways to sunday, chapter 2 is right up your alley

You'd Never Want It To Be Over

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Omega/Swiss

Tags: Cock warming, Collars, Dom Omega, Sub Swiss, Subspace, Knotting, Aftercare

Words: 8,938

Summary: Omega has a reputation around the abbey, and Swiss is very fucking excited (and very nervous) to experience it first-hand. Well, mouth, really. And he doesn't dare expect more after he spends hours on his knees for Omega, but let's just say Swiss is very pleasantly surprised.

ch1 snippet:

Omega doesn’t reply, simply pushes off the desk and steps towards Swiss, that steady, weighted gaze dropping to his throat. Swiss’s pulse leaps into overtime, thundering through his whole body, and his stomach drops into the pits of hell even as his cock starts to fatten up behind his zipper. He can’t read Omega at all, can’t tell if he approves or hates it, not until – Get rid of that.

ch2 snippet:

Cool air replaces Omega’s warm, heavy hand on his hip and Swiss keens at the loss, trying to twist his head to see where Omega is going; his other hand slides up from his back to scruff him tightly for only a second before that touch is gone too. Swiss doesn’t need to be told what that means, but Omega growls, Stay still anyway, which sends a burst of white-hot arousal through Swiss’s whole body, blooming in the pit of his stomach and washing over him. His nostrils flare, searching for Omega’s scent, trying desperately to see how far he’s going, but it’s useless.

Read it on Ao3!

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c: @fake_ghost_girl

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dew and phantom holding hands :3

that’s all

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Flirting 😘 #10.

Dew: *yawns*

Rain: Yeah, being that pretty must be tiring.

Dew: Then you must be exhausted.

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Aether cock warming Dew :)

I need you to know that this invaded my brain and just made itself right at home. I was fully writing something else but I can't resist the call of these two.

Hope it's ok 🖤

Cw: desperate Dew, somewhat mean Aether, implied humiliation kink

Dew fingers twitch against Aether's hips, breath ghosting over his shoulder as he tries to focus on whatever movie is playing across the screen. He thinks there are aliens? Werewolves? Killer tomatoes?

Honestly it could be anything and he wouldn't care, couldn't pay attention if you paid him. All he can focus on is Aether, the tight squeeze of him around his cock, the smell of his skin, the way he can feel him laugh everywhere.

The back of his neck is sticky, sweat dripping with the effort it takes to stay still. He wouldn't say he has a hair trigger-certainly not out loud- but Aether knows better, always does.

Dew had wandered in, painfully hard after a particularly good dream he'd had while napping. Aether had taken one look at him a laughed, just enough cruelty to make dews spine tense and his cock drip.

He crawled up the bed, slotting up behind Aether, digging his fingers into his plush hips, biting along his shoulder, grinding his hips against his ass.

"Please..."

Aether hardly paid him any mind. "Please what? You see I'm watching something."

"Need it...gotta-gotta be in you."

"You have a hand, Dewdrop." He glanced back, watched the way his eyes fluttered to be sure the words were landing right. "I'm sure someone else can help you."

"No...don't want them." He buried his face in the back of Aether's neck, full body shuddering when he breathed in the scent of his mate. "Need you Aeth."

Aether had paused his movie and turned to face Dew. "Need me huh?"

He just nodded, cheeks warm and eyes hazy, dark like smoldering little embers.

"I'll hold you, that's it." He grabbed his chin, forcing his eyes to focus. "You're lucky I'm even giving you that considering you just barged in an interrupted me."

His breath had hitched, cock twitching at the promise of being inside Aether. He had started shoving his pants down, shaking and uncorrdinated.

"What do you say, Dewdrop?"

The tone left no room for argument. "Thank you, Sir."

That's how he'd found himself here, buried as deep as he could get, hips flush against Aethers ass, fingers switching from grabbing his hip to digging into his thigh, gritting his teeth everytime Aether twitches or shifts, knowing exactly what he's doing.

They're only halfway through the movie and Dew thinks this just might kill him. He breathes out slowly through his nose and subtly presses forward, whimpering at the impossibly tight grip around him, the wet slide...

"Dewdrop." It's a warning, the second so far and he knows Aether will only allow one more before he decides his boy needs to be reminded of his place.

"S-sorry sorry I didn't mean to..."

"Last warning."

"I know. I'll be good..."

Aether shakes his head and focuses on the movie again. Dew's chest hurts, heart pounding and ribs struggling under the deep slow breaths he tries to suck down. He can be good.

For Aether he can be good.

Time seems to drag, seconds ticking by in quicksand, minutes bleeding into eternity and Dew's held in some kind of limbo, purgatory.

He rests his forehead against Aethers shoulder, eyes squeezed tight when the Quint shifts again. He draws his own blood, biting into his lip, begging his own desperation to settle, to please just wait, just please be good...

"Let me see your hand." He speaks after what feels like eons.

He gives it without question, without a thought beyond Aether said. He raises his head only when Aether spits into his palm and guides his hand down, long fingers curling around him, feeling him start to fill.

"Slow. Only a few more minutes. Be good and I'll take care of you."

It's better in a way but so much worse in others. He's glad to have something to focus on beyond his own body, happy to focus on the way Aether slides in his fist, the way his fingers tease along the soft head to collect his pre, the way his breathing changes just enough to tell Dew he's doing a good job.

But he squeezes around him, rolls his hips back and Dew sinks further in and he wants to cry from how hard it is to stay still.

"That's good, Dew. Just like that." He breathes, pressing back and groaning. "Good boy."

He can vaguely see the credits rolling on the screen but he doesn't dare comment. Aether will tell him when it's time, will decide if he's been good enough to earn his reward.

"Keep going." He laughs at the shaky breath against his shoulder when Dew moves his hand just a little faster and Aether rocks back. "Gonna pop it as soon as I let you move aren't you? Poor little thing."

He considers arguing but there's no point, it's true, he won't last more that a roll or two of his hips. Humiliation drips down his spine like spindly fingers, turning shame into want and he feels his eyes burn.

"Aeth..." His voice is wet, shaky, painfully pathetic. Just the way Aether likes him.

His cock kicks in Dew's hand, that broken voice exactly what he wanted.

"Go ahead."

Dew sobs when the permission to move strikes like a backhand. It's frantic, sloppy and needy. His bony little hips dig into Aether's skin as he fucks in hard and fast, crying Aether's name when he swells, pushing as far as he can, needing Aether to catch around him.

He presses open mouthed kisses to his neck, eyes wet from relief. But the warmth is snatched away when Aether tsks, murmuring under his breath about greedy boys.

"Did I tell you to stop moving your hand? You might be done, but I'm just getting started."

His magic flashes across his eyes and Dew whines with the realization that the relief he'd just felt is likely to be the last he'll get for hours.

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On one hand I love being an adult, bc nobody can stop me from making pancakes in the middle of the night

On the other hand, someone please stop me

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not to sound like a slut, but i'd meet you at the door every day with your favorite snack (me) and a kiss (so many you lose count).

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After a long day of helping Mountain in the greenhouse Phantom kneels down at Mountains feet when he finally sits down at the old rickety desk he had to document the plants he'd just planted. Phantom whines at his feet, he’d been wet and achy since he woke up but he’d promised Mountain he’d be on the greenhouse early, ready to help.

He whines again, resting his head on Mountain’s knee. “I wanna hump your leg so bad, please.”

Mountain doesn’t say anything, just keeps writing in his journal but he shifts his leg so Phantom can have more access easier.

Phantom has never shuffled out of his pants so fast in his life. He whimpers as soon as his cunt touches Mountains leg. He rubs his bare cunt against Mountain’s shin, his hips rolling down harder and faster each time creating a sticky wet patch, making the hairs on Mountain’s leg stick together.

He rests his head on Mountain’s thigh with a high pitched moan, looking up at him with big wet begging eyes. Mountain doesn’t even pay attention to him, just continues writing.

Phantom whines, long and high pitched and Mountain finally, finally, pays attention to him. He rests a hand on Phantom’s head, running his fingers through his hair and giving it a sharp tug.

“Look at you, darling. So needy aren’t you puppy? So worked up, so needy and sticky already just from humping my leg.”

Phantom’s breath hitches and he moans, clinging to Mountain’s leg harder as he grinds his wet cunt against Mountain’s bare leg. There’s a wet slick sound that echos around the greenhouse. Phantom blushes at the sound, his cheeks hearing up all the way to the tips of his ears.

“You gonna cum, puppy? Gunna get my leg even wetter? You’ll feel so much better, puppy, just let go and cum all over daddy’s leg. You little cock is throbbing so much, I can feel it, I can feel how desperate you dare. Be a good boy, a good puppy for daddy.”

Phantom moans, his hips spasming as he rocks into Mountain’s leg, once, twice, before he’s cumming all over him with the thick gush of fluid leaking all all down Mountain’s leg. Mountain just goes back to writing like nothing happened, petting at Phantom's head with his other hand.

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Cutie.

*Dew has Phantoms face squished in his hands.*

Dew: You are too good for this world.

Phantom: *happy chirp*

Dew: It’s okay. I will be an arsehole for the both of us.

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SHES AT IT AGAIN; i bring more phantom being loved!!!!

This time, Raintom, for my dearest @rainsbasspick 😌🫶 (and darlin Yami, i know you love these boys ✨)

enjoy my lil demons 🤍

so this has now got me thinkin bout doing like, a series of Phanty getting kissies and love from each of the others - what’re our thoughts on that?

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I could take them

in a fight right? (GOD SAME)

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Yes talk down to me but ALSO make it clear you worship the ground I walk on

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you catch me in my room watching something kinky, but instead of masturbating I'm just watching intently and taking notes like it's a college lecture