#I ALSO DIDN'T EDIT SO UH

[mxsinizter]

Got some solo Mountain for the soul, getting off on intimate memories of the ones he loves <3

WC: 1,046; Explicit/Mature

With the gentlest slide down his arm, Swiss had looked up at him with such pretty and bright mismatched eyes, it left Mountain stuttering and flushing that he was surprised Dew made no move to taunt him. 

And now here he laid in bed unable to stop thinking about it. The way that small hint of intimacy sent a shiver down his spine was tearing his mind apart – he couldn't help the way his hips began grinding down against his mattress. 

Mountain doesn't know what came over him. It was nothing new. He's been intimate with Swiss countless of times and yet, such a minor act has his body alight. His body, sensitive and aware, and mind, full of wants and desires. 

Images of Swiss flash through Mountain's mind as he bites down onto a pillow, claws digging into its sides. His hips gave little thrust down upon the mattress – a small whine escaping him as the friction against his cockhead sent a shock down his body. 

Images of Swiss sprawled out on an armchair, looking ravishing as he waited for someone to decide they were going to devour him. Swiss on Mountain's own bed, restricted and gagged, waiting for his reward after behaving so well. Swiss above him, wicked smile, ready to pull Mountain apart. But also, Swiss before him, holding Mountain in his arms and whispering sweet nothings to him as they learned to love each other for the hundredth time. 

But it didn't stop there. Cirrus and Sunshine appeared next in his mind. The pretty fucked out face Swiss made accompanied with Sunshine's cock down his throat and Cirrus burying her strap in his ass. The delicious way Cirrus' tits pressed against Swiss' back as Sunshine held their faces in her beautiful hands. Sunshine and Cirrus looked so graceful and vibrant, even when fucking Swiss out of his mind, Mountain knowing he was next.

That memory itself could have been more than enough to take Mountain over the edge, but his mind didn't stop there.

Mountain turned so he laid on his back as a memory of Cumulus and Aether filled the foreground of his mind. Both lovers stretched out so pretty before him. Their soft hands roaming their own bodies as they gazed lovingly at one another. He asked to love them that day, to worship them, to have his way with them all night long. They were more than happy to oblige his request.

Aa he stroked his cock, back arching off the bed with little moans, hand tangled into his hair, Mountain remembered. Remembered what it was like to have his face buried in Lus' tits as he fucked her at a slow, agonizing pace that left him in tears as he focused on making her cum first. Remembered how Aether requested to lick up his tears before he let Mountain fuck his tits like he so badly craved. 

Even now, Mountain felt that wetness stinging in his eyes once again as strained gasps worked their way up his throat. Mountain let out an airy laugh at the memory of what it was like to be held by them as he came down from his orgasm. Gentle caresses and kisses all along his body as he laid limp between them. 

A new memory flashed into his mind. The side of Mountain's face pressed firmly into the pillow below him with a loud groan as a memory of Dew came into view. Dew on his knees before him in all his magnificence with his glowing, long hair doing what it could to cover his bare chest and back. Just barely hiding the dark marks trailing from his neck to his ribs. Shiny muzzle Mountain picked out just for him adorning Dewdrop's soft features, accentuating his droopy, hazy eyes. The goodest boy he could ask for, waiting and praying for Mountain to give him what he wanted. 

A quiet, "Dew…" left Mountain as his desire grew, and suddenly a different memory took over his mind. Rolling onto his side, Mountain rutted into his hand, claws tearing at his pillow at the image of Zephyr roughly fucking into Rain. That afternoon Mountain laid parallel to his water ghoul, waiting for his turn to be sent into another world by Zephyr. Mountain remembered the pretty endless sounds Rain made as Zephyr took care of him. Remembered how Zephyr's beautiful striking hair fell out of its binds to adorn both their faces. 

An unexpected memory of Cowbell and Ifrit hit him next. Mountain had almost forgotten the images that flashed into his mind as the three were high off their asses that day. Ifrit, chuckling with the widest grin as he held Cowbell's head down onto his cock, head rolling back and leaving his neck exposed perfectly for Mountain to love on. Clumsily, he had moved up to do exactly that, moaning against Ifrit’s neck as Cowbell moved its mouth onto his cock instead. From the corner of his eye, Mountain remembered being able to see the desperate little humps Cowbell did against Ifrit’s leg, and Ifrit surely rewarded Bell for its patience afterwards. It had been a wonderful sight to see for Mountain's then hazy brain.

Mountain was so close now. He rolled onto his belly once again, but this time he slid back so his hips were in the air, legs spread as he continued to stroke himself, eyes rolling back as he did.

The last image he saw as his orgasm hit with a shout, was Papa's hand reaching out to caress his face. Moments after Mountain had begged him to cum on his face. Mountain whimpered at the memory and overstimulation on his cock, but he couldn't stop touching himself. Satisfied yet desiring so much more. He needed more. He needed them. 

His hand came to a halt and Mountain rolled onto his back. He gazed up at the ceiling where Swiss and Sunshine had adorn it with glow in the dark stars. An unexpected laughter took over him as he, for the thousandth time possibly, realized just how gone he was for his beloved pack. He needed them, and he surely planned to let them know just how much he craved them as soon as he could roll himself out of his own sticky mess. 

[gailynovelry]

[demigod-of-the-agni]

My faith is weak, and I feel a dark shadow over me.

Possession Johns are below the cut !! (blood/gore warning)

i will pay for your therapy

[mattodore]

kiss me till you bite ♪

[seventh-district]

not even gonna tag this properly bc i don't wanna get Involved but i do have some Thoughts i need to get out into the void so here we go

(aaa quick edit: CW for mention/discussion of Boothill leaks)

[distant-eclipses]

A lil halloween themed edit of Sun and Moon

Also has anyone seen any good october writing challenges(or art challenges that can double as writing ones)? The one Daycare Attendant list I saw was pretty art focused

[ex0rin]

Down You Get (E) - 3k Jack Quaid/Karl Urban masturbation, hand jobs, blowjobs, wet & messy, facials, come shot, finger sucking, mild daddy kink, plot what plot/porn without plot, RPF

Jack presses himself back against the door, exhaling hard and dropping both hands down to immediately pull open his pants - he’s still got the fake blood from the take they’d just done, wet and warm and smeared into the thin line of hair that travels down towards the base of his cock; he ignores the damp feeling of it on his wrist as he pushes his right hand beneath his boxers to wrap, tight and hot around himself.

OR: close scenes on set with Karl are going to be Jack's downfall:

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[that-was-anticlimactic]

time stops, but still your heart is beating

Ten minutes later, Megumi felt a soft thunk on his shoulder. He instinctively froze, fingers twitching, but relaxed when he saw that it was just Yuuji’s head.

Wait—

Megumi tensed again, perhaps even more than before, and slowly looked down at his shoulder.

Yuuji’s head was on his shoulder and he was dead asleep.

Well, Megumi wasn’t very tired anymore. Shit.

[or, megumi is gay and yuuji is pretty and gosh darn it megumi wants to lay his head on yuuji's shoulder so badly he's gonna explode]

💥6,471 words | itafushi💥

based off of this art by @arinavah <3 bestie i hope you know that i think about this art a lot... they bonk...

[royalarchivist]

Aimsey: I was gonna say your talent is the - the hand - I can't do the - the hands thing.

Ranboo: What my, what my - me being able to clap with one hand? *claps with one hand* Look at that.

Chat:

[natsmellsliketeenspirit]

[general-kalani]

{ Plotted starter with @merchantofwhispers }

The stronghold was rather quiet this night. The exterior of the building was heavily guarded. Spotlights to make sure that this dark night nothing would escape their vision.

or, well, tried to since Nikolai had snuck on by. The interior was like a maze, crossing in on itself and having multiple dead ends.

This dead end was no exception, except guards were at the door. Now that changed things, the others didn't have this kind of special attention.

There was a sigh from one of the guards. At least three were there, only one of them was looking out a window smoking a cigarette.

"Does that Joseph fuck ever shut the fuck up about this 'end of the world' shit? God I wish Jacob would take him out so I don't have to keep listenin' to it."

"Say that in front of him next time and he's splaying your skin against this door, you know what Joseph means to him."

"Not much, you hear him? Not even John respects Joseph and I hear John's the youngest of them all. What fucked up shit we keeping him for?"

"Well apparently he has Visions. They've been accurate so far, why not keep using him as a tool?"

"Fuck that... Easier to shoot him so I don't have to play guard..."

There was the sound of footsteps walking away.

"The fuck you going?"

"Away. I need to clear my head I can't stand his rambling. Any longer and I'm gonna go in there and shoot him myself. I'll be back in a minute."

It left two at the door now.

[thatsitso]

Happy birthday dad

[theater-of-dimensions]

I just found the cutest worm in my apple 🥺 it was a very nice orangey salmon pink and like 3 mm long

[bam-monsterhospital]

some media i was watching with kait: -implies edgar allen poe's approach to his own work was lackadaisy and impulsive- me: -visceral insta-flashback of grade 8, my first introduction to poe and his work, and my utter 13-yr-old frustration with learning he hyper-planned everything and emphasized the only way to make any poetry work at all is to super-mega-hyper plan everything, like the fucking capricorn he was, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-

[ex0rin]

SO ANYWAY:

Dirty Downtime (E) - 3k Jack Quaid/Random Man, Jack Quaid/Karl Urban blowjobs, alley blowjobs, wet & messy, facials, come shot, finger sucking, plot what plot/porn without plot, RPF

There’s something to be said for the climb, for the struggle of the industry - or for the perceived climb at least and hell, he missed out on the getting dirty of it all, missed out on the having to beg and scratch and claw for a first role – Which is why he keeps ending up here.

OR: Jack Quaid likes to get on his knees behind seedy bars for the promise of a good word with a producer, not that he needs it.

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[readingloveswounds]

to keep up the dissertation-posting instead of writing my introduction, im sure it's just Convention but i still find it jarring that in so many cases this book is referred to as Crespin's Histoire des martyrs, 1619 when Crespin never titled it that AND died in 1572. What makes me suspect convention is that a lot of these give the date of first edition in the footnotes, but i feel like editor/author change mid series is enough to maybe cite Goulart if you're using 1619 and then give a separate citation for the first ed. Or do Crespin & Goulart.

like yes, he was the guy who made it, but he was responsible for:

Livre des martyrs (1554), Recueil de plusieurs personnes (1554), Actes des martyrs (1564), Histoire des vrays Tesmoins (1570)

editions he was nOT responsible for and instead had Goulart as editor:

Histoire des martyrs (1582, 1597, 1609, 1619)