#rainbow grinder

[the-blunt-diaries]

I'm obsessed with my new grinder 😍🌈

[merrilydazed]

[linterteatime]

Some sillies to test clip studio paint, it was all going well until i had to colour the doodles and I got confused with everything, 10/10 program I cried

[milo-is-rambling]

This image makes me feel so many emotions

[kosmibikariously]

🌈 🌬 🍃

"Kief on my hands

Kush on my pants

Shift in my plans

Task to complete

But passin' some tree

Light that to some heat

I got places to go, people to see, things I should do

Somewhere I could be but that's some good weed

Yeah, that's some good weed

You could tell by the look on my face

Ain't no way to hide that I smoke

And it smells as good as it taste

It's like Kush my cologne

Now, that's some good weed"

🌬 🍃 🌈

[fairy-faun]

Using some of the birthday gifts my boyfriend got me. This rolling tray has a nifty magnetic lid. 💖

[answrs]

Today On "I Can't Believe It's Not Shrinkflation*" Redesigns

(*I absolutely expect them to reduce the amount in said new bottle soon dgmw, but I was legitimately shocked it was the same as the older one out of the gate)

[funshinebf]

a year ago today my first bowl to smoke weed in arrived in the mail. its shaped like a strawberry and yes i still use it frequently

[thedeliaishere]

ENCYCLOPEDIA [Medium: Success] - Ah, a fumo. Derived from the otomatopeia of touching something soft, mofumofu. They are particularly famous among fans of Touhou, a Japanese multimedia franchise, for being particularly rare and hard to find. Lucky you! This fumo depicts the character, "Patchouli."

INLAND EMPIRE - Keep her close. Her softness and disaffected stare will ward against the coming darkness.

SAVOIRE FAIRE - Wait, did you say rare? I bet we can pawn it for a quick réal. Think of all the cool stuff we could get.

SHIVERS - Numbness creeps up from your fingertips, crawling into your spine. Across the bay, young man mourns the loss of the crown jewel of his collection.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Yes. This will do. You know what must be done.

RHETORIC [Legendary: Failure] - Uh, do we? Maybe its one of these political things. They haven't failed us yet.

1. Feed the bloodsucking landlords to the meat grinder?

2. Feed the ungrateful workers to the meat grinder?

3. Feed the ungrateful workers *and* foreigners to the meat grinder?

4. Let the meat grinder starve?

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - No, you communard. Do you really not remember? Dig deep and recall what it is that must be done.

VOLITION - Don't. It will only cause you more pain.

1. Do I have to?

2. I don't like the sound of this...

3. Does this have to do with the ex-something?

4. [ELECTROCHEMISTRY - GODLY 16]

Low

25%

+1 Something about rainbows...

+1 Saw preserved jams.

-1 It's better to forget this.

This is a Red Check.

It cannot be retried.

⚅⚅

Check Success!

YOU - Your neurons fire in tandem, dredging through every scrap of information left in your hungover, burnt out mind, until you unearth something truly terrible.

VOLITION - I warned you.

TASK GAINED: ACQUIRE A MASON JAR

[mrsmarlasinger]

I NEED dopamine. What am I supposed to do. I don't want alcohol or weed. What I reallyy want is to robotrip but I can't because I'm only two and a half weeks into my seven-week break (plus that would make me the opposite of productive and functional, which is what I desperately need to be). I wish snorting Wellbutrin actually worked like poor man's coke the way people claim it does, but it's just really shitty and hurts my nose/throat and makes me dissociate. Fuck Wellbutrin. With its unscheduled ass 🙄

I wish I had a Substance. If I had the right Substance it would cure me fr fr. Stims—I wish I had a stim, but I don't even have caffeine. Why haven't I bought caffeine pills and Bronkaid yet? I know full well I couldn't have functioned in college without consuming obscene amounts of caffeine via energy drinks. A little ephedrine couldn't hurt. Pay my pesky heart condition no mind, she's irrelevant 🤭🤭

Basically I need to force-quit whatever program is running in my brain right now, because it sucks and is ruining my life. But I can't figure out how to do that without artificially hijacking my neurotransmitters.

I mean, what the fuck am I doing right now? Sitting on Tumblr yet again? I want to fall asleep for the 3rd? 4th? time today, and it's only 5 PM. But if I had the right Substance™ I could lasso my brain. That's the only way to grab your stupid fucking brain by the balls; you gotta override its natural processes, because it's too goddamn powerful on its own.

I can't get ahold of it. I have to get ahold of it. It's controlling me. It's ruining my life.

God, I'm so fucked.

[the-blunt-diaries]

main gear rn <3 moose labs mini mouthpeace, gorgeous rainbow grinder, clipper lights, and lunacy papers & rolling setup

[adonisbeloveds]

Hi so I have a request if that’s okay, so how about gn!child reader getting teleport into rainbow factory Wally World and I feel like when child reader sees Rf!wally and say “wow Wally you’re gonna taller!”

RF Wally Darling with a gn!child reader

-Reader: They/them + no gender implied -He/him for RF Wally

Requested: No/Yes

Warnings: None Disclamer: Characters personality, looks, ect may be different from canon due to either hc or author has just forgotten.

A/N: Hi! I'm so so sorry i haven't been writing for a little, school has been on my back the whole time D: but i saw this request and I really wanted to write for it so here I am :D!

^ Made by me

-🌈 You walked out of some sort of portal, you ended up in a factory? thats what it looked like at least. You started walking around, looking around in wonder at everything, there was rainbows and color in paint buckets and massive machines! -🌈 As you walked backwards while admiring everything you bumped into someone causing you to almost fall face first but was stopped, you opened one eye to see one mechanic and one normal hand. After you got picked up you where hoisted onto someones hip. -🌈 You looked up to see Wally, you knew about him from your plushies and coloring books of him, your eyes sparkeled and you squirmed in his arms, talking about how he was your favourite!

After a couple of days with you explaining to him how you got here, you where now sitting on his lap while he was doing paperwork "how are you so tall?" you asked looking up at him, he ruffled your hair as you giggled "I ate all my veggies, so you should too" you huffed and crossed your arms while giggling. You always act like a mini him, weather its bossing people around, making the same faces as him, ect. Right now you where following behind him as you two made your way to the grinder to make new colors, Wally kept looking back at you every now and then to make sure you are okay. You two made it to the grinders and you sat down as he went to go make the colors. One time some worker was being rude to you and even threatened to put you in the grinder, when they left you ran over to Wally and told him what the worker said, he told you to wait in his office and that he will be back with some paint. That was the last time anyone heard of the worker but it wasn't a issue to lose some workers if they disrespect Wallys child!

[princesssmars]

Hiiii! If you don’t mind could you please do a Sam carpenter x fem/gn!reader, where the reader is just like completely overstimulated and someone from the friend group does something that just makes the reader like get super upset and makes them walk away and sam is kinda confused and goes to asks the reader and comforts them and stuff? If not then that’s okay!

trust me

a sam carpenter x reader

wc : 1533

cw : fluff. angst. reader is stressed. conflict caused by mindy but its justified so don't think i don't love her! italic bit thats readers thoughts. ethan slander fuck that little worm. (f/t) means fave takeout!

an : couldnt think of a title nahh 💀but thank you for the request im happy to do it! i hope you like this even if it might be a bit rushed bc i wanna help add to the sam tag since im obsessed with her rn.

when you first moved to new york city it was a whirlwind. new people, new things to see, great food. granted when you got off of your first subway ride a rat tried to fight you over the grinder you had in your hand, but you still loved it.

but of course, everything didn't stay sunshine and rainbows for long. the big apple was expensive, and finding a job that fit your schedule and was able to pay your side of the rent was tough. but you managed. kind of.

your roommate and close friend convinced you to see a therapist she had heard about from a friend, and you decided it couldn't hurt to try. the guy was helpful if a bit annoying, but it was worth it when you saw her coming out of her session. now NYC was filled with a plethora of hot people, but you swear when she made eye contact with you and gave you a polite smile you felt your brain melting.

you saw her a few more times before you introduced yourself. she seemed wary but told you about herself as well, telling you her name was sam and that she had moved to new york not long ago as well with her sister for college. she seemed nervous, but you were a stranger so you chalked it off as anxiety.

you asked her for her number and did a small mental celebration when she said yes, deciding to text her the next afternoon to not seem too desperate.

luckily your efforts paid off! she was a bit distant the first few times you talked, but after inviting her out for lunch at some new restaurant in brooklyn she warmed up to you quickly, even enough to introduce you to her sister and her friends.

it was only after a few weeks of knowing her that you found out what happened in woodsboro. you had an inkling that something bad had happened, the way sam was hesitant with phsyical affection, the caution they all took when locking their doors and carrying mace and tasers with them to get groceries. when sam had let you in to what happened with ghostface - her ex - and how he had almost killed all of them. you had let her know it didn't make tou think of her any differently, that you still cared about her and her past wouldn't change that. that moment had led to the first kiss between the two of you.

and you had meant what you said to sam, that you would stick beside her no matter what. but it still took a toll on you, that danger was following you and the people you had grown to care about no magter what.

the one thing you didn't expect was for them to expect the danger could be you.

it was supposed to be a normal friday night at sam's apartment, spent talking to each other and her friends and maybe watching a movie with some takeout after her appointment. nice and simple.

the door opens and you turn to see if it's sam, smiling when tara, chad, mindy and anika walked through the door. chad's roommate. ethan, wasn't with them this time and you let out a small sigh of relief. he seemed nerdy enough

"hey guys, everything alright?" you asked the group, noticing the down and wary looks on their faces. tara mumbled something before quickly walking into her room, chad hot on her heels. anika rested on the couch next to yours with a sigh, mindy sitting next to her and farther away from you. a bit odd, but you chalked it up to all of them being tired from school.

"something happened over at fordham. some girl from blackmore was found almost butchered in an alley." anika wrings hers hands together, a nervous habit she told you she picked up as a kid.

"jesus christ, do they have any clue who might have done it?" you ask.

"oh please, how many freaks do you you think like to nearly carve out peoples chest?" mindy scoffed, busying herself with something on her phone.

"you don't think it's ghostface, do you?" your voice was wavering against your will. after sam had told you what happened you did some digging into the masked killer, and its safe to say you were on edge until it eventually showed its face again.

she shrugged. "we all knew they were gonna find us again eventually. nows just a matter of determining who it is." she looked at you, and you felt the strain behind your eyes at how far they widened.

"i hope you're not saying what i think you're saying..."

"dont take it too personally, y/n. she accused me and ethan too." anika waved your worries off, and even though her normally peaceful personality would calm anyone down, it wasn't really working right now.

"i'm just saying, you're also new to the friend group, coincidentally moved here a while before us and had the same therapist as sam? and then started dating her? it's suspicious." mindy lists off the reasons she suspects you, and with each item you feel your chest tighten.

is this really what they think of me? a threat? does sam think of me like this? does she not trust me? does she not love me?

you don't register the sound of mindy's voice or the sound of the front door opening before you hurry from the couch to the bedroom near the back of the apartment - sam's room.

you sit on the edge of the bed and put your head in your hands, trying to calm the racing negative thoughts in your head. it feels like hours when its probably been a few minutes of you failing to calm yourself down when the door opens slowly and a weight sits down on the bed next to you.

"is it ok if i touch you?" sam ask from next to you, making sure to keep a good distance so as not to overwhelm you. when you nod and whisper out a yes she moves to sit behind your body, wrapping her arms around you and allowing you to fall back and rest on her chest.

"do you wanna tell me what's going on? it's alright if you dont, i'll still be right here."

her soft tone makes you squint your eyes hard, scared that she's trying to get you to let your guard down. but there's a little voice in your head that trusts her more than anything. that desperately wants to let her in. so you do.

"it's just...mindy was talking about ghostface and she was questioning me. i know that you've all been through so much but...if they can't, if you don't trust me then i don't know what i would do."

sam doesn't interrupt while you speak, fully paying attention to your words as you let her know what's bothering you. you're just about to walk back your statement because of her silence when she softly turns your body to sit sideways in her lap, bringing her hand up to cup your face and turn it so you can't look anywhere but her eyes.

"hey, i want you to listen to me, ok? you know mindy. she's just looking out for us, she didn't mean to antagonize you im sure of it. if anything i'm pretty sure if ghostface comes back she's more likely to suspect ethan right away, the kid weirds her out," she says, unable to help herself from smiling when you giggle at her words.

"but more importantly you know me. you know i'd never have anyone around me, my sister or our friends if i didn't trust them, yeah? i trust you and i love you, more than anything."

you cant help but tear up and smile at her words. sam wasn't one for frequent words of affection, so you knew when she said something she meant it. she lets out a small grunt when you throw yourself into a hug in her arms, tackling the both of you onto the bed in a heap of giggles. you spend the next few minutes laughing and sharing small i love you's and sweet kisses.

after you've both calmed down sam asks if you're ready to head into the living room, squeezing your hand when you give a strained little nod. walking together back to the living room, your face lights up at the smell of your favorite takeout, rushing to the couch to see everyone munching down on some food.

mindy turns her head around to see you and purses her lips awkwardly. "uh, i was hungry so i ordered some (f/t). there's enough for the both of you."

"she's trying to apologize for calling you ghostface." tara butts in while taking another bite of her food, ignoring when mindy slaps her on the leg.

"aww, it's alright cheeks. i understand." you tease the brunette with the silly nickname you gave her a few weeks ago, reaching over to squish her cheeks together like a kid. she sticks her tounge out at you but doesn't move to stop you, figuring she'll let you have this.

"yeah yeah whatever, sit down and eat your food."

you sit on sams' lap on the squished couch, ignoring the kissing noises and fake gagging sounds of your friends. in this moment, nothing anyone says can get to you.

.

.

.

i believe in the lost art of ending the fic with a cheesy bit. happy pride gaybos.

[thatshirleylee]

i am now playing a mobile game that largely involves looking for shit in pictures based on word prompts. the gameplay looks like this:

as a result i have learnt the following:

both of these are "crane":

this thing is called a "caduceus". i don't even know the word for this thing in my mother language (in this search i just found out apparently the word for it in my mother language directly translates to "two-snake cane")

this thing is called a "candelabrum"

this thing is called a "fleur-de-lis"

this thing is called a "pinwheel". the word for it in my mother language is same as the word for "windmill"

this thing is called a "wind rose". i have just been calling it "direction symbol"

these are called "pennants". the word for these in my mother language is "rainbow flags"

"wallet" and "purse" are two very different things

i shouldn't know the world "abacus" but i know the word "abacus"

when you're looking for a "coffee maker", it could mean you're looking for one of the following four

but not this, because it's a "coffee grinder" instead

"bat" can be the baseball stick and the flying mammal. i know this word, it's just that this feature / bug makes you clench your fist when the word is the only tip in a hidden object game

"stamp" can mean one of the following:

both of the following can be called a "scooter". i thought you should call the first one a "motorcycle" instead

i will come back when i remember more of these.

[xwingsandohs]

did anyone say good omens fanfic x cupid!reader ?!?!?

good evening tumblr. i have many thoughts for the ineffable fandom. can’t get out of my head a cupid!reader that crowley hangs out with now that azi is gone?!?? broken heart crowley?!?! crowley x reader smut ?!? gender neutral reader?!?!? gender bending crowley?!?!? sex shop running cupid ?!?!?!??! 🫣🤔🤭🪽

I wrote a drabble. Please send thoughts. May write a fic 🫣 XOXO, xwingsandohs.

Angels and demons have always been assigned their roles on earth to protect peace and create chaos, but it’s in the 15th century (or so) that the Almighty notices that humans have evolved themselves beyond simple procreation. And so God creates the Cupids, not necessarily a legion of angels and definitely not demonic, but a collection of holy beings powered by Earthly love to bring happiness and prosperity to humanity in new ways.

Where Aziraphale was defined by white hair and golden clothes, Crowley recognised by fiery red locks and sleek suits; this particular Cupid is defined by a rainbow of colours, patterns and flowers for every occasion.

It’s been three months since Aziraphale left for Heaven’s gates, or escalators to be more accurate, and your attempts to foster and create love in London has suffered thanks to a certain lonely demon moping around. Crowley can’t admit he just needs the company.

“Coffee?” You ask, Crowley hums positively. “What would you like?”

“Something strong.” He’s sitting on a lovely green couch in the back room of your shop, sprawled in all his comfort. It’s decorated with a variety of silly cushions, one particular eye-catching one being bright blue with orange tassels.

The room is littered with beige boxes of spare stock and new deliveries, but you still keep it looking bright with a mis-matched collection of hanging prints and printed wallpaper. You keep it on theme with what you stock.

“I know that, silly.” You shake your head and smile as always, you both do this routine most mornings. The coffee bean grinder grunts loudly and you pick out two big mugs from the cupboard. “What shall I try draw in your coffee with the milk? You know I’ve been practising.”

You have been practising. Despite coffee not being the main draw of your high street shop, you have a vision of giving out free drinks to customers if you can master the art of the latte. You’re getting better, actually.

“A leaf.” Your friend responds, standing up and heading towards you.

“You say that every time!”

Crowley picks up the yellow striped mug you’d taken out for his drink.

“I like the leaf.”

He’s nonchalant. He puts the mug back and looks around for the one he wants.

“But it’s easy and I’d like a challenge. Something silly.”

You grin up at him with a little humour, and he looks back to you with a raised brow.

He can’t find the mug.

You look up and find the mug immediately. It’s completely plain and black, with a slightly lighter shade of grey on the inside. He bought it and gave it to you especially for his drinks. You always fight back.

“Fine.” Crowley says with exasperation. “How about….” He looks around for inspiration in your decor, finding little that he wishes to ask for. “A tree?”

“Oh, I know!” You almost cut him off, exclaiming. He doesn’t know why you bother asking, again, this is your routine. His eyes roll and you can sense it without even seeing. “I’ve just remembered something I saw online the other day and I’d like to try it out.”

“Sure.” He rubs across his face with his hands then spins on the spot to head back to a seat on the couch. The milk steamer screeches and he considers it his cue.

“Could you do me a quick favour before I unlock the doors?” He stops, seconds away from reclaiming comfort on the velvet. He’s not your assistant, but you tend to always ask for these little things.

“I know you’re not my assistant, but there’s a pile of online orders printed out that I need to put together. Could you grab that pile from upstairs for me? It’s next to the-“

“The computer.” He finishes. Routinely.

You finish the coffee.

By the time he’s brought down the pile of paper and placed it where you like it behind the till incase of a quiet moment, you’re skipping over to unlock the door and flip the sign to ‘Open!’ Before it hits 9:01.

Then you rush back to grab the two mugs.

Crowley looks around at the shelves and pegs that hold the stock and shakes his head at everything he sees, humans and their rubbish. He does however appreciate the collection of green plants that have found a place amongst the shelves since he’d been spending lots of time here. They perhaps even look happier than his own, or maybe the colourful shelves really bring out their green.

“I wonder what lovely people will walk through our doors today?” You say with a smile, taking your first sip of coffee and smearing the pattern. Your hand holds out the other cup to Crowley.

He shrugs, takes the coffee from your hand and looks down at the pattern. “It’s a…”

“-A seahorse!” He wouldn’t have guessed it really, but when you point it out he notices. It’s definitely an animal of some sort.

“I like it.” He doesn’t really care for it, but you seem to like the labour, he understands that care. “Although it’s a little…”

He’s not going to say the word.

You’re still grinning, you know the word.

“A little…?” You ask.

“You know, it’s…” He doesn’t say.

“Phallic?” You say it. He doesn’t look away from the coffee.

“Phallic.” He confirms with an unsurprising demeanour .

“I know!” You giggle, he shakes his head.

“You really do take this all very seriously, don’t you?” Crowley chuffs as he leans back against the counter and takes his first sip.

“You could say it’s all about passion in this business.”

Well…. What else would a Cupid sell? The bell above the door rings.

“Good morning.” You call to the first two customers that come through the door. They respond politely back. “Welcome to Sugar ‘n’ Spice, let us know if we can help with anything.”

“Actually, we were looking for some bondage gear?” The lady says as her partner shrinks slightly behind her.

“Of course! Let me introduce you to our selection and then I’ll leave you to shop on your own.”

[coffeeghoulie]

Kinktober Day #29: Masturbation

The Ghostober prompts were put together by @kroas-adtam, and divider made by @gothdaddyissues, thank you both so much!

Pairing: Swiss/Rain

Swiss finds a toy in Rain's room, and wants to see Rain take it for a spin. Inspired by this post by @crimsonclergy

Trans Rain, cock and cunt used to describe his anatomy, Swiss being needy and nosy and so incredibly whipped.

Read under the cut or on AO3!

"Rainy, have you seen the hoodie I lent you the other day?" Swiss asks as he sticks his head into the common room. Rain barely looks up from the screen, eyes focused on the Zelda game he's been playing for the last few weeks. He's this close to beating this boss, but Swiss's voice is enough of a distraction that he messes up his timing, and the boss lands a critical hit, enough to one shot him.

Rain sighs, reloading his save and bracing himself for another round with the Blight he's been trying to beat for three hours. "Should be in my room. On my bed somewhere."

Swiss grins, darting back into the hallway. "Thanks, Rainbow! Love you!"

Rain parrots it back, turning back to his game, reorganizing his inventory for the tenth time before rediving into the belly of the Divine Beast.

It isn't five minutes later when Swiss ducks back into the common room, pulling his hoodie over his head. "Hey, Rainy?" he asks tentatively.

Rain takes a deep breath, retreating from the boss and pausing the game. "Yeah, Swiss?" He asks, craning his neck to look at the multi ghoul. He's standing a little awkwardly behind the couch, and Rain turns to face him more fully.

"I couldn't help it, it was just kind of out, but when I was in your room looking for my hoodie, I found something," Swiss says, rambling just a little bit. Rain peers closer, tries to figure out what Swiss found when it hits him.

He had used his grinder the night before and didn't put it away, left it out on his nightstand to dry after he cleaned it. It's his favorite toy, a little secret he keeps from his packmates. Marbled blue and silver silicone molded into the shape of a mass of writhing tentacles shaped just right. It gets him off like nothing else does.

"What is it?" Swiss asks, eyes darting over Rain's face, watching a violet blush starts to bloom on the tips of his ears.

"It's one of my toys, Swiss," Rain says, willing the blush from spreading down his cheeks.

"I've never seen any kind of toy like it," He says. "What does it do?"

Rain sighs, turning off his Switch and standing from the couch. "This is not a conversation for the common room, honey. My room."

He leads the way back to his bedroom, Swiss following after like a lost puppy, tail swaying behind him eagerly. Rain shows him in, shutting and locking the door as he slips into his room.

The grinder sits right in the middle of his nightstand, in all of its tentacled, suckered glory, the straps folded up beside it. "This what you find, Swiss?" Rain asks, grabbing the grinder and holding it up.

Swiss nods, tail flicking behind him curiously. "Yeah. You're saying that's a toy?"

"Mhm," Rain says, still brandishing the silicone. "It's a grinder. You put it between your legs and go to town."

Swiss cocks his head, taking in the shape of the tentacles. "It seems very you, rainbow."

Rain raises his eyebrows. "And what's that supposed to mean?"

The multi ghoul raises his hands, showing Rain his palms in an almost submissive gesture. "I meant, it feels very water ghoul to have a tentacle toy."

Rain chuckles, leaning over to kiss Swiss on the cheek; his stubble scrapes his lips, but he doesn't mind. "You wanna watch me use it?" He asks, delighting in the way Swiss gulps, Adam's apple bobbing.

"Yeah, Rainy, I do," He says, hands coming up to rest on the water ghoul's lithe waist. Rain smiles fondly at him before stepping back, pointing to the wingback chair in the corner of the room.

"Take a seat, pretty boy," Rain laughs, pushing Swiss by the shoulder with the hand not holding the grinder. "You wanna watch? You're gonna watch."

Swiss keens under his breath, cock filling out in his sweats, but he does as he's told, sitting crosslegged in Rain's chair. He fiddles with the string of his hoodie, unable to tear his gold eyes from Rain or the toy in his hand.

Rain turns to his bed, grabbing a pillow out of the mound of plushies and cushions at the head of his bed.

"Sure, I could just grind on the toy, but it's got straps for a reason," Rain says, tossing the pillow to the center of his mattress and grabbing the straps off of the nightstand, threading them through the slits in the toy. "You could, I'd assume, strap this to someone's thigh, make that a little more interesting, but you said you wanted to watch."

"Rainy," Swiss breathes, and Rain's head jolts up to look at him. His eyes are blown out, a tiny ring of gold around each pupil.

"What?" Rain says, tightening the straps of the grinder around the pillow. "Don't you want to watch? See how this kind of toy is used?""

Swiss nods, breathing already heavy. "Yeah, I do, like seeing you when you feel good."

Rain smiles, stepping over to cup Swiss's head in his hands, pressing a kiss on the curls between his horns. "You can touch yourself if you want, baby. I just want you to watch."

Swiss smiles back at him, warm and contagious. "Whatever you want, Rainy."

Rain slips away, back to the bed, as he strips out of his sweats and shirt, revealing his pretty teal gills along his ribs, the silvery scars under his pecs. He grins as Swiss swallows harder, and he straddles the pillow, aligning the grinder against his already wet cunt. He bites his lip as the tentacles nudge just right against his cock, peeking out from his folds slick and dusky violet, the same color as his blush.

He rocks his hips against the toy, immediately dropping down to brace himself on his hands and knees as he humps against the pillow. "Shit," Rain breathes, using the same motion he would if he were riding someone. His dick twitches against the silicone as Swiss slips a hand into his own sweats, the movement of his shoulder unmistakable. "Feels really good," he whimpers, biting his lip hard enough to taste iron as his slick coats the toy.

"Yeah, Rainy?" Swiss groans, leaning forward to watch the toy disappear between Rain's thighs. "It looks like you feel good."

"Makes me cum so quick," Rain groans, eyes pressed shut as he rocks back and forth. "Use it all the time when I'm not with one of you."

"Kept it a secret from us," Swiss says, breath hitching as Rain's hips stutter for just a moment. "Even though this is probably the hottest thing I've seen in months."

"Flatterer," Rain says, biting his lip hard.

"It's true," Swiss weakly protests, but Rain believes him, seeing just how fast his shoulder works. The sight of Swiss getting off to him paired with his cock sliding against a suckered ridge just right has him cumming, soaking the toy and the pillow underneath it. His hips stutter, jerking back and forth as he keens.

Swiss isn't far behind, leaving a wet spot on the crotch of his sweats. He shrugs, kicking off his pants as he stands, taking the few steps towards the bed. His hands rest on Rain's shoulders, helping him dismount the pillow, the water ghoul's thighs trembling.

"Shit, Raincloud," Swiss says, smoothing a hand up and down his bicep, easing Rain back down against the pillows at the head of his bed. "You looked good."

Rain smiles, shark-like. "I'll look even better when I strap it to your thigh next time."