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Not everyone wants their face on the dildo

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I have so much to offer, tumblr...

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Forehead smooches 💋

It's important to smooch your Soap at least once per day <3

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chasing tail.

early access + nsfw on patreon

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he got some good ass nap probably

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🎉Task Force 141 Wishes you a Happy New Year 2022! 🎉

It is already 00.00 in Jakarta Indonesia (UTC +07.00 or GMT +07.00)

Have a drawing of TF141 celebrating New Year 2022! This is a BIG drawing with so much details but I had fun drawing them!

Yes of course I have the art without scribbles and names (◍•ᴗ•◍)

BONUS (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*.✧ :

The squad's reaction when seeing Ghost's face for the first time thanks to Roach pushing his luck.

Two Warriors and Their Two Simps

They're both drunk af but also in love af. Ghost even forgot to wear his mask after getting it back from Roach. It was such a shock to everyone since they never expected Ghost to show that expression (I nailed that expression WHEW).

...Maybe he pushed his luck a little bit too far...

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Lastly, to you

Happy New Year 2022! ✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧

Here's to great year ahead!

Love, Sleepy Confused Potato 🥔

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Thunder Storm- A RainDrop Comic Chapter 6

Sorry it took me so fucking long to finish a chapter but we're really in it now boys.

Not to be opened near polite company

Very much not osha compliant

Chapter 6

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I'm begging u, LITERALLY BEGGING U,

I need quintosis daddy Aether/Swiss. Mayb wreck Swiss a lil, at your discretion, but like Aether's still a sweetheart, ykwim?

I am desperate. Please.

Aether kisses him and Swiss feels the quintessence bloom within, a pleasurable glow that starts in his stomach and rapidly branches out, as if carried by his blood. He can't help but to moan, a noise Aether licks, and Swiss feels the tingling, intense and so good from his ears to his toes. He arches up against Aether, trapped between him and the many blankets that cover Aether's bed, and lets the sedation claim him. Were he still clothed, he would be begging to be stripped now; his skin is wildly sensitive, every nerve singing in the nicest way possible, every point of connection he makes with Aether lying on top of him, with the bed-

He throbs against Aether's belly, and hears him huff a laugh through the fog that encompasses his brain. He can't even raise his arms, which lay splayed out beside him.

"What do you think?" Aether asks, like he doesn't know.

"Unholyshit," Swiss slurs, stumbling over the words. His tongue feels thick in his mouth. He feels useless. He feels like he could cum right now, if Aether would let him. Aether shifts above him, pushing himself up, and the loss that comes with the movement actually makes Swiss sad. He can't remember the last time he's felt so needy.

"Hang on," Aether says, amused, smiling down at him with that sweet look that gives away how utterly besotted he is, eyes crinkling in the corners. "Can I suck you like this? Is that okay?"

Swiss nods, gathering strength enough to tilt his head up so he can watch Aether spread his legs to make space for him. To watch him lie between them. Aether wraps his fingers around Swiss's thick cock, and he expects to see and feel pretty lips closing around the head, but what he gets instead is Aether nuzzling his sack, and then drawing his tongue over his balls.

It's agony he couldn't possibly have prepared himself for.

He tries to swear, to form anything resembling a real word, but all he manages is noise, a low groan pulled from the very pit of his stomach, his abs clenching.

"You're so hard," Aether murmurs, and Swiss notes the pleased tone, the pink cresting on Aether's cheeks, right before his head hits the pillow again, pressing into the soft down. "Dick's so pretty like this."

"Please," Swiss begs. "Suck me, unholy fuck."

He can't bear to look when he feels lips brush against the head, pressing a sweet kiss to the tip.

"Can you say it? And I will," Aether promises, sounding almost shy. "I'll suck it as long as you want, I'll make you cry."

Swiss would say absolutely anything right now. He'd recite the Lord's Prayer, say a Hail Mary or five if that's what gets him inside that hot mouth. Under different circumstances, if he wasn't so narcotized on the magick Aether has drenched him with, he might find it funny. Goofy.

"Daddy," Swiss manages, summoning the willpower to clutch at the bedspread. Aether makes a small noise.

"Oh," he whispers. "Yeah, daddy's here. Gonna make you feel so good."

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Hello there!

Just saw your post about Period!ghostsoap and Canon!ghostsoap meeting and was wondering if we could maybe have a one-shot/Drabble about how that meeting would go and what they think of the other individual+ghostsoap relationship.

Up to you, no pressure!

Hello!! I'm... too embarrassed to write something like this... but here’s them just fraternizing I hope it suffices

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Take two

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Dew x Swiss heat? Maybe a little bit shame?

Dew can’t bring himself to ask for help with his heat so he’s been sneaking things he’s scented into Swiss’ nest in the hope it triggers his own and gets caught

It isn't that heats are embarrassing. Not really. It's something that happens to all of them Above Ground. In all honesty, Dew enjoys it- when it's happening to someone else. He likes it when Aether gets weepy with need and pleads for Dew to knot him. He likes it when Rain whines and shivers and they all get to lie him down and work him through it with knowing hands. He likes watching their pleasure and finding some for himself, whether in their waiting mouths or inside their body that's been running too hot for too long.

He does not like when it happens to him. He does not like being on this side of things, where he loses control.

There's something frightening about it, even though he knows he'll be well-fucked and taken care of. For as much as he adores seeing Swiss and Cumulus mindlessly begging and grinding, he hates living that lack of control. He'll watch it all day every day and jerk himself raw while observing, make no mistake- but he doesn't care to be the one writhing around, at the mercy of the burning low in his belly.

Alone in Swiss's room, Dew sweats, fingers trembling finely as they grab Swiss's pillow, so he can nuzzle it. Shoving his face into the down, smelling him. Rubbing his face all over it. It looks ridiculous, he knows, standing in front of his bed and trying to inhale the lingering traces of cedar-scented shampoo, trying to replace it with his own heat-drenched scent.

It's easier than asking outright. Easier for him to find this, even if it's hours later, and go looking for Dew. Easier for Swiss to find him and offer to shove his knot inside and milk him for all he's worth than it is for Dew to ask to ride it.

It's been creeping on for a few hours now; he's not naive enough to believe that the others haven't already sussed out what's happening. Nobody's stupid. He knows the way Mountain looked at him earlier. He saw the way Papa glanced at him at the end of practice as he'd been speaking with Aether. He'd locked himself in his room after, gotten less than a minute of pumping on his cock before cumming, and the relief he'd felt was so short lived. Now, he's hard and anxious and nothing feels like it will ever be enough, ever again.

He could ask. He could ask and Swiss would take care of him.

He really doesn't want to ask.

He sets the pillow back down, and leaves. Gets a hand on the door and makes it down the hall, almost doubling over when another wicked flare of pleasure boils through him and licks at every nerve. Stumbles, then, hard and scowling, and manages to throw his own room open. Barely. Collapses inside and shuts the door, leaning heavily against it while he works his pants open.

It takes him another minute more, maybe. If that. He pulses in his hand and squirts and dribbles all over his knuckles, blood-hot and sticky and almost bites through his cheek.

The knock on the door is unexpected. He jumps.

"Dew," Swiss growls. "Open up."

Dick still in hand, Dew hesitates, dazed. Heat-stupid. Embarrassed.

"Can smell you," Swiss says from the other side, voice muffled but no less alluring. "Open up and let me come inside."

The wording is, of course, intentional.

Still on his knees, he cracks the door and sees wild, golden eyes peering down.

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sick leave.

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Could you doodle a portrait of a ghoul or ghoulette with like, a super genuine smile where like wrinkles form around their eyes because they are just so happy?

They are both so silly

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Oh damn that would suck if you wrote a second part to the mountain w the toys ficlet where he leaves the door unlocked this time and maybe dew (and maybe some others) walks in and uses mountains toy on mountain… 👁️👄👁️ That would awful 👀 not hot or nasty at all. 🥵

A follow-up to this ficlet.

It starts the same as always.

The soft sound of a whimper through the wall.

Dew opens his eyes, looks at the ceiling. There’s a reddish glow across the recessed tin panels. The last light of the dying fire in the fireplace.

He listens. Waits.

The next noise is a little louder, less whimper more whine.

He pictures Mountain working himself open and his stomach swoops. Cock twitching against his thigh. He pushes himself out of bed when he hears Mountain again, choked off, a real moan this time. The next noise is muffled, like Mountain’s shoved a pillow between his teeth to try to feign considerate. And Satanas, if Mountain’s going to wake up the entire Abbey again—Dew’s not just going sit here and listen. He thinks about a shirt—abandons the idea—and steps into the dark hallway in just his boxer briefs. Getting chubby already, there’s a low burn starting at the base of his spine. He only has to take a few steps to get to Mountain’s door. They share a wall—over the course of their time topside it has been both blessing and curse. Dew isn’t sure which one of them it is right now. There’s a small slant of amber light pooling over the stone floor. It flickers, candle or firelight. Dew tracks it back to the edge of Mountain’s door. Pressed in, cracked open.

Dew feels his mouth go dry.

He’d told Mountain to leave the door unlocked, not open. There’s a moment where Dew thinks he should turn around, shouldn’t intrude. But then again—Mountain’s the one who left the door open, an invitation. Dew steps into the light, finds it warm, throwing heat across the cool stone under his feet. He steps closer, angles his head just enough to see through the crack. The first thing he sees is a flash of golden skin, firelight flickering over it. A sheen of sweat already glimmering on Mountain’s stomach. Dew watches the muscles there jump. Heaving beneath his happy trail. He shifts on his feet a little, tries to see more. His eyes catch a flash of deep red. The base of a dildo cupped in Mountain’s palm, knuckles straining as it disappears into Mountain’s body. Dew’s fully hard now, twitching in his boxer briefs, straining against them. He cups his hand over the head and presses down. Pressing his fingers under the head hard enough to make himself hiss.

Mountain freezes. Dildo halfway into his ass and Dew wants to melt into the floor. He wants to run, to hide.

His feet are rooted. Eyes glued to the sliver of slick silicone he can see.

“Are you just going to stand there?”

Motion comes back to Dew’s body all at once. He presses his palm to the door, smooth and cool beneath his overheated fingers and pushes it open just far enough to slip in. He closes it behind him, flips the lock.

Mountain cocks an eyebrow as he does.

“What?” Dew asks. “Are you waiting for someone else?”

Mountain holds his gaze, he shakes his head.

It’s warm in here, the fire cracking in the corner. Warm even for Dew. No wonder Mountain’s sweating. He tracks a drop of it as it slides down the side of Mountain’s face. He’s moving. Kneeling next to Mountain’s ribs, leaning up to drag his tongue over that bead of sweat and up to Mountain’s temple. Dragging his nose over the base of Mountain’s horn and earning himself a broken whine.

Dew grazes his fingers over a pebbled nip, catches a blunt nail on it and Mountain arches up toward him. Head tipping back.

Dew pulls back far enough to really look at him. Skin turned golden in the firelight, freckles dusted over most of his visible skin. He’s hot and hard, leaking pre onto his belly. He has one hand curled around the base of his cock, fingers reaching down to cup his balls.

The other is still on the base of that dildo. Dew can see now that it’s red and gold, not too big, a reasonable size. Leave it to Mountain to not even test his limits when he’s alone.

“Come on,” Dew says, tweaking Mountain’s nipple cruelly as he sits back on his knees. “Fuck yourself for me. Show me how you like it.”

Mountain’s eyes flutter closed with a groan. Dew shifts just enough so he can get a good view. Can watch as Mountain pushes the dildo in and grinds down on it. Gut punched sounds falling from his lips as he finds an angle he likes.

Dew watches, leaking steadily into his boxers. Content to ignore himself for as long as the show continues. He’s rapt. Watching the way Mountain’s body opens up for the dildo, stretched, greedy.

“Touch me,” Mountain grits out eventually. He lets go of his cock to reach for Dew’s hand, grabbing at it desperately, pulling Dew’s spindly fingers toward his cock. Dew indulges him. Finds him hot and slippery with pre. He makes sloppy work of it, leaning over to spit directly on the head just to get it a little wetter, to make the noise of him jacking Mountain off more obscene.

Mountain fucks himself harder. Body arching into Dew’s touch. Sweat pooling in the hollow of his throat. Dew bends down, drags his tongue through it, up along Mountains’ hammering pulse.

“Make a mess for me,” he whispers against Mountain’s overheated skin. He pulls away just as Mountain goes rigid.

Mountain bows off the bed. Dew turns his head just in time to watch him squirt. Spilling hot and pearly over Dew’s knuckles and into his happy trail. Dew tips his head so he can watch the way Mountain’s hole clamps down on the dildo. Each rhythmic clench sending heat through Dew’s body. Mountain falls backward, sags against the bed. He throws his forearm over his eyes, drags the other hand through his sweaty hair.

“I like that one,” Dew says, shoving his one hand down his pants to rub his palm over his sticky head. The other he reaches between Mountain’s legs to press on the dildo, grinding it deep and making Mountain groan. “Where’d you get it?” He pulls his arm away from his eyes to look at Dew, brow furrowed in thought. “Sunshine.”

Dew grins at him, bends down to drag Mountain into a sloppy kiss just as he spills all over his own hand, shuddering through it as he pushes his tongue past Mountain’s lips to lick over the inside of his fangs.

He pulls away, dragging the points of his sharpest teeth over Mountain’s bottom lip. “Next time I’m shoving my dick in alongside it.”

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Hello my dears! ‘u’

Poor Rain… Swiss what did you do to get arrested?

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Sharing a mask is something that can be so intimate actually

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