#oops.

[katsettee]

This is something really old that I drew before the S4 special, I was really hoping for some flashbacks w/ these two and it tbh I wasn’t far off. Just not as sorrowful ofc

Fun fact the reason I didn’t post this literally months ago was because I had dialogue planned but then I never wrote it down… 💀

I remembered just now almost half a year later 👍

[tadpoleatemybrain]

Modern Au Halsin wants one thing, and it's disgusting

Nature inclusive walkable cities with strong bike riding cultures

[missygoesmeow]

me: i am going to do so much today!

me:

[collabwithmyself]

As their castles crumble slowly We watch them fall Their crown slips from heads unworthy As we gain control!

Play @insertdisc5's In Stars And Time NOW!!!

[phontao]

oil pastel sketch of daan von dutch (fear and hunger 2: termina)

[elliotsgrl]

NSFW WARNING: minors keep scrolling.

imagine you and hobie having makeup seggs and you make a mess all over him cause it's been a lil while since y'all got down and dirty

[crowvern]

Amphibiuary day 2 - red

eastern newt :)

[jaytalking]

Whats your favourite flavor?

[brokerkisser]

Mumma brokers + some shirtless beast idk who that is.

[twic0rd]

(tagged by @vampiricsheep! thank you :D)

The rules of the game are to write one song for every letter in your url, and then tag as many people as there are letters in your URL!

T - Take Me Back to Eden by Sleep Token

W - Wild Blue Yonder by The Amazing Devil

I - I'd Rather See Your Star Explode by Slaves

C - Counting Cards by Rainbow Kitten Surprise

O - One For the Money by Escape The Fate (we're cheating and using an O, because i dont think i have a song that starts with 0 lol)

0 - 0% Angel by Mr.Kitty (I FOUND ONE. I FORGOT ABT THIS SONG. keeping the O in tho.)

R - Rockstar by Blue Stahli

D - Discord by Odyssey Eurobeat (because its funny/for the bit, but i may also recommend Die To Live by Volbeat! ps pls give odyssey ur love, shes really talented and is still making music!)

(tagging @zanerak, @quixlebug, @azonine, @nibblecat1, @scoobisoft, and anyone else interested :) i had a hard time picking just one if i have the opportunity i WILL send u 100+ song playlists very enthusiastically)

[theboarsbride]

Y'know what, I was reminded of this pookie bear and. I-😫🥴

I mean, like...c'mon...smash.☝🥴

Like...guys...come ON how can I NOT?! He's DILFy, he's angsty and brooding, he's a ghost, he's monstrous, he's monster-adjacent, he's DILFY- 😫🥴👹🥵💦

Anyways.

Arf...👹💦 Carnal Need.™️

[evilfreminet]

finally.....guh

[digenerate-trash]

Gonna be for real when I first met kylars monster parents I was like "damn im gonna have to kill this guy"

I have no explanation other then I forgot I was in a sex game

[elizakai]

SORRY, REAPER I-

[belle--ofthebrawl]

Talking more on big dick mountain to the point he has to sit down due to lightheadedness. Do you think this has made this man a pillow princess? Just lay there and let his partner ride him?

And the idea of him blacking out a little when he finishes is just AHHH

Look. All of this is good stuff. Great, even. I (w)hole heartedly endorse it.

But I don't know what happened between opening the word doc and typing the last sentence.

Let the people decide.

Kinktober Day (insert date because I can't remember): Dry-Humping.

Pairing: Ifrit/Mountain

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Dry humping, obviously. Kitchen Duty, Big Dick Mountain, Teasing.

Summary: I don't even know where to start with this one.

(@forlorn-crows come rescue your man, he's going through it right now) (and thank you to @kroas-adtam for putting kinktober together)

He has to take several minutes when he wakes up that morning. A half-remembered dream of limbs and laughter had tented his blankets and he knows from experience that if he gets up now, his vision will darken around the edges and he'll end up right back on his bed again anyway.

He sighs in exasperation and reaches for a bottle of water, awkwardly propping himself up to take a few sips to wash away the taste of morning breath in his mouth. The clock tells him he has twenty minutes before he has to be in the kitchen getting breakfast going, which is nowhere near enough time to rub one out and wake up again when he inevitably knocks himself out again in the afterglow.

He sighs again and finishes his water, frowning at his dick like that's going to help the situation.

____

He unlocks the backdoor ten minutes late but he still beats Ifrit because Ifrit is never on time anyway. His runs always seem to take the perfect amount of time to let Mountain do all of the opening tasks; prep trays of pastries, bring down all the chairs, get the coffee going and boof out all the big bags of pre-made into the mixers. Behind him, his vine of a tail flicks on the big industrial ovens and starts cracking egg after egg, splitting off into several smaller strands to toss shells and pour cups of milk into the bowl.

He's in the middle of refilling the sanitization bottles when he hears the side door to the dumpsters loudly announce Ifrit 's pathetic attempt at sneaking in. The fire ghouls rounds the corner with a guilty look on his face and a torso gleaming with sweat in the artificial lighting.

"Sup." He says, hardly giving Mountain a second glance as he beelines for the gallon container of milk left on the counter and unscrews the cap to heft it up and start chugging the remains.

Absolutely vile. 

"Shirt and apron." Mountain tells him, checking the time and very studiously not looking at Ifrit. "Wash your hands when you're done."

"M'not a kit." Ifrit complains, pulling away from the milk with a whine to his voice. Mountain permits himself to look up and give Ifrit a withering stare. The lowest he dares to go is the froth of foam just over Ifrit's upper lip and the fire ghoul lasciviously licks it away with a gleam in his eye before Mountain can turn his head again. 

"Ooh," Ifrit says mockingly, chucking the now empty container in the trash. "Sorry Daddy, I'll be good."

Mountain's face twitches in disgust, even as his cock kicks in his pants, all too happy to remind him of the orgasm he'd had to deny himself such a short time ago. Ifrit brushes by him, much closer than necessary and the heat of his bare torso pressed against Mountain's back is enough to make him shiver. Ifrit rounds the corner, tail flicking mischievously and Mountain does a side shuffle to the sinks so he can splash cold water on his face.

"Kay," Ifrit says, stepping back into view with a wicked smirk. "Let's get cracking."

"I hate you." Mountain says when he catches the text written on the shirt, stretched so tight over Ifrit's pecs that he can see the gleam of his piercings through it. 

"Want a free sample?" Ifrit asks cheekily, circling suggestively over the O of Orgasm Donor, located conveniently over his nipple. 

"Wash your fucking hands." Mountain mutters. "Not the kitchen, you little freak."

"Oh, rub the shaft Daddy." Ifrit moans. "I love when you talk dirty to me."

Mountain.

Does not.

Get off to this.

But he's having a hard time convincing his dick of that.  It aches with longing, starts to chub up as Ifrit cracks his knuckles and ducks his head into the apron, fiddling with the strings at the back.

"Can you-" he starts.

"No." Mountain says, grabbing his keys to unlock the main doors to the dining hall, relishing the chance to escape and clear his head. A few old timers are there to grab a cup of coffee and a sweet before they head to the gardens to enjoy the sunrise. Mountain smiles good naturedly at them, allows one elderly sister to pat his cheek and call him a dear when she sees her favorite strudels in the pastry case.

He disappears between the swinging double doors when he's done and finds Ifrit nowhere to be seen. Mountain sighs in relief and contemplates locking himself in the deep freezer.

"Mountain!" He hears Ifrit yell. "Can't fucking reach this damn box!"

With one last stare of longing at the deep-freezer and the solid sleep of cold-induced hibernation, Mountain goes to the little hallway where the open door of the storage closet waits.

He stares first at the saucy little bow Ifrit's tied to apron string into, bouncing right below his tail as he jumps up, clawing at a box of napkins on the uppermost shelf, obviously a trap.

 Keeping a careful distance between their bodies, he steps behind Ifrit and pulls the box down easily into his arms.

"Don't," he warns, sounding panicked when Ifrit teasingly bumps his ass into Mountain's crotch.

"We're not in the kitchen." Ifrit breathes, bracing his hands against the shelf to grind back proper. "C'mon, could smell it on you."

"You know I can't," he hisses back, shifting the box to one arm, ostensibly to shove Ifrit away but instead he pets over the taut line of Ifrit's back, wondering at the sweat stains soaked into the fabric. "Ifrit, I can't." 

He really can't. His cock is starting to fill back out again with a vengeance and already he doesn't feel entirely present in his head anymore, so much blood draining to go where it definitely was not needed. "Ifrit!"

"Don't sound too good back there, big guy." Ifrit teases, wrapping his tail around Mountain's waist to keep him from escaping. "Hey, why don't you take a seat and I'll help you relax?"

By the time the words reach him, it's too late. He's too far gone, too light headed to be sensible. Just needy for another rest, for Ifrit to make good on his promise.  His last act of stability is to replace the box on a lower shelf before his knees wobble and he's going down hard. Dazed, he bends his legs as Ifrit gets comfy, rocking back and forth across his cock with a purpose.

"I'll take care of cleanup." Ifrit has the audacity to say as Mountain's hands grab his taunting little waist and forces him to bounce. "Here and out there."

"I hate you." Mountain moans, crooking his arm back so he can rest his head, close his eyes against the dizziness. "I'm never working breakfast with you again."

"This goes right, I'm never working breakfast again period." Ifrit mutters and it's the last thing Mountain hears for a very long time.

[bihll]

COME ONE COME ALL!!!!