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forlorn-crows · 3 months

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you wanted promts... PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE NASTY BUT CUTE SWISSALPS NASTY BUT CUTE SWISSALPS THEYRE FILTHY LITTLE DUDES BUT THEYRE SO IN LOVEEEEEE

there's some cuteness in here, i swear it. mountain is a goober after all. but it's mainly nasty. @rrriver also requested rimming with dealer's choice of ghouls, so here we are (did you think it'd be swissalps, river? probably one out of two you thought it be lmao)

nasty ghouls under the cut. rimming and oral and fingering and fucking (oh my). top mountain came out to play today.

Swiss keens, tosses his head back. Mountain’s tongue is so good, so wet, so hypnotizing, he can’t form anymore coherent thoughts. Anything close to a thought fizzled out as soon as the earth ghoul pinned him down to the bed with only a hand on his sternum and a few honeyed words.

“Mount—unholy shit, baby,” he groans when the muscle dips inside. Gripping his cock in a tight fist when it leaks a bead of pre onto his stomach. Mountain hums—loud and rumbly on purpose—and digs his fingers into the multi ghoul’s spread thighs, pushing his knees closer to his chest. Really spreading him out nice and wide so he can lick deep.

“H-how do you get so far in there,” Swiss damn near whines. He starts to jerk in earnest, wet strokes that make his thighs jump and his toes twitch.

Mountain chuckles. He sucks on his rim lightly before pulling away, displaying his lengthened, unglamoured tongue as he licks his lips. He cradles a fang with the split end, making it flutter teasingly when Swiss cranes his head up to look.

And promptly lets it thud back down with a strained noise as his hand polishes the sticky tip of his cock.

“All the better to taste you with, darling,” Mountain lilts. Relishing in the desperation wafting off his partner.

“Fuck,” the multi-ghoul says intelligently. “That’s hot, baby, that’s fuckin’ hot.”

Mountain hums and returns to his task. Alternating between spreading him with his tongue and kissing around his hole. Even daring to smooth his thin fingers along the apex of his thighs, running through coarse curls until the digits press and tickle his balls.

It’s enough to drive Swiss crazy. He bites his lip until it threatens to bleed and pulls at himself without a care for pacing. Precum wrung from the slit with every involuntary clench, every stroke slicker than the last.

“Oh fuck, Mount, you’re gonna—hmpf gonna make me cum, feels so good,” Swiss babbles. Mountain can feel him twitch under his tongue, cheeks clenching as he nears the point of no return. A spike of urgency and need runs up his spine, and he pulls away with a string of saliva still connecting his tongue to Swiss’ hole.

“Don’t,” he says gruffly. “Don’t cum. Not yet.” He presses against the space his tongue created, slipping a finger inside just up to the first knuckle. Swiss gasps, hand stilling. “Want you on my cock,” Mountain breathes.

“Oh,” Swiss chokes out. Risks another squeeze to his cock before nodding and pulling away. Mountain slips that finger all the way inside, folding his lanky body over him to kiss him softly, deeply. Gripping the fat over his hips as pumps the digit in and out.

“There, Mount, yeah,” he groans. He loops his arms around Mountain’s neck, tangling his fingers in his mousy brown curls. Wraps a leg around him too, losing himself in the prep. Whining at the taste of himself on his tongue.

“You feel how hard you make me?” the earth ghoul purrs, nudging their cocks together as he slips a second finger in. “Can’t wait to get you on it. Bounce you til you’re shaking.”

Swiss moans, long and wanton. Mountain huffs a laugh against his lips when he clenches around the stretch, the deepest parts of him caressing his fingers with a firm seal.

“Gimme another, I can take it,” he begs, rocking into his hand.

“Eager,” Mountain teases. “But I like you like this, edelweiss.” He rubs their noses together. “Begging.” Kisses the corner of his mouth. “Desperate.” Another kiss at the hinge of his jaw. “Wet.” He whispers that right into his ear, rolling their hips together and crooking his fingers into the spot that makes him melt.

“Satanas, help me,” he wheezes. His tail betrays him, thumping against the bed in an eager rhythm.

The earth ghoul sucks the lobe of his ear into his mouth, humming when Swiss arches and groans loudly. “Shh, just open up for me. Let me treat you right.”

“Anything, fuck, whatever you want, baby, shit.”

Mountain smiles against his skin. Pushing on the back of one thigh so Swiss exposes himself further. “Good. Just like that.” Swiss’s cock twitches against his when he splays his fingers. Wringing from him another broken groan. “That’s it.”

Mountain may be quick to get all four fingers inside, but he certainly lets the stretch settle in, spreading and thrusting and working him open until he’s panting and almost loose against his hand.

“C’mere,” he says softly once Swiss starts begging again. Slipping his fingers out and guiding him to straddle his lap. Mountain folds his legs up underneath him, creating a cradle for his body once he sinks all the way down. “Right there, there we are, darling.”

Mountain holds Swiss with one hand on his lower back, placing kisses along his sternum as he lines up the wide head of his cock with the other hand. Teasing it against his slack entrance as the multi ghoul clings to his shoulders.

“Please,” Swiss whispers. His cock throbs between them, neglected all this time yet hardly flagged at all.

“I’ve got you,” Mountain assures him. He rubs the tip against his hole, pushing until the head pops in. And he keeps going, easing Swiss down with two hands on his ass, steadily lowering until he reaches the base. Bottoming out with a strained huff and shaky legs.

“Fuck—”

“—yes.” Mountain pulls him flush, chest to chest. Tucking his face into the crook of Swiss’ neck and breathing in patchouli and whiskey tinged with need. He just holds him there, warm and balls-deep. Overwhelmed with both arousal and love.

Above him, Swiss whines. He shifts a little in his lap, grunting when his cock rubs against Mountain’s stomach.

The earth ghoul holds him tighter. “Okay, edelweiss?”

“So fuckin’ big,” he groans. Mountain barks a laugh, skating his nails up and down Swiss’ back. He pulls back and gives him a peck on the lips, looking at him fondly and admiring the dark blush on his cheeks and the sweat on his hairline. He smiles and tucks his face back into his neck.

That is, not before dragging his lips up the prominent tendons in his neck, stopping once more at the shell of his ear and muttering into it, so low it sends a shiver right up Swiss’ spine:

“You can take it.”

#ask #hypnoneghoul #river #ficlet #the band ghost #ghost fanfic #the band ghost fanfic #mountain ghoul #swiss ghoul #swiss army ghoul #swissalps #mountain/swiss #swiss/mountain #swiss x mountain #mountain x swiss #hope you like!!#thats three in one week jeeze #and yet i still feel like i cant write lmao

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sofasoap · 1 year

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Interlude : Fracturing heart

Pairing : Din Djarin x f!reader. featuring Grogu.

Summary: sequel to Heartbreak, Wrenching heart and Mending Heart .

Reader’s past is catching up to her. A short interlude.

Slightly AU-ish, Din didn’t get N1 after Razor Crest got blown up.he got something similar.

Warning : Mature theme. strong languages.

English isn’t my first language, so I apologise for any mistakes.

A/N:For my sweet @groguspicklejar and @deakyjoe. sorry.I seriously did not expect this to turn into a multi-part story. Originally it was going to be one-shot.. But every time I get to the end of a chapter my brain goes “ BAH, let’s go for angst end and cliffhanger, so everyone can suffer! ( including myself )”

MASTERLIST for prequel and sequel to the series.

Warm wind, and sea of grass.

You close your eyes and enjoy the wind blowing across your face. You can hear the sound of laughter not far away from you.

Opening your eyes again, you see Grogu and two children with curly brown hair running around amongst the flower field.

“Cyar’ika.” A tenor voice whispered behind you as he pulled you into an embrace. Soft kisses peppering your face. His hand glided down towards your swollen stomach.

“I cannot wait to meet our ik’aad.”

You lean back into his chest.

You feel happiness. Love.

You want to turn around and see him. To see his face. The face of your beloved.

“Ret'urcye mhi”

Your eyes open.

Kriff, you've been having this exact same dream again and again for days, since your reunion with Din. Get over it! You slap yourself on the face. This man really will be the end of you. Is the kriffing Force trying to intervene again and tell you something?

Stop fantasising about him, Better get up and get on with your day. There’s a lot of work that needs to be done. Dragging yourself out from your cot and doing all your morning routines, you see Peli is already up and about, barking orders at her droids.

“OI! Don’t touch that screw…. Wait, I told you to move that over there yesterday! Oh hey, you are up.” Peli greets as she spots you.

“Sorry I slept in a bit.” putting down your caf on the crate beside the speeder, you start taking the panels apart.

“Bah, you need your rest. Besides, you've been working like mad lately for weeks,a bit of sleep-in doesn’t kill.” Peli paused a bit, putting down her holopad. “ You know I can cope with the workload here by myself right?” Hinting at the excuse you have given to Din not to follow him straight away.

Putting your tools down, you pick up the cup of caf again. “ Peli, THANK YOU for your concern, everyone is trying to push us back together, even the force! But I am not ready yet.” Fiddling around with the cup, sighing. “I may have accepted part of his apology, but I just need time to get my thoughts together. He needs it too.”

Truth to be told, you want to follow him. The tuck between logic and heart, and logic is winning at the moment. Downing the rest of the caf you got back to work.

Rest of the day went quite quickly, you and Peli plus the droid works well as a team, you like working here ( even the sand getting into little cracks of everything you own really annoys you ) You feel like the time back in Coruscant, happy again, doing what you are good at, your dream job.

Peli is a good boss, she is almost like an aunty to you. A loud mouth blunt aunty. But she is caring in her own way.

You heard a little coo sound coming from beside you, looking down you were surprised to see Grogu there. You swear this little green pea must have learnt some stealth ability from Master Luke.

“ OH! Hello little Pea, I didn’t expect to see you again so soon!” You pick him up and give him a kiss on the wrinkly forehead. While scratching his ear, you see Din walking up to you from the corner of your eyes.

Tilting your head, you are confused why he is here already. It's only been over a month since you two have the talk. You did tell him specifically not to come back again for a few more months.

Stopping right in front of you, he opened his palm.

A bounty puck and a tracking fob? is that his latest gift for you?

You look back up at him again, with total confusion.

The tracking fob started beeping like mad, he activated the puck, an image of your younger self, without scar, appeared.

Remembering what Din usually says to his bounty,

“ I can bring you in warm, or I can bring you in cold.”

Your blood just ran cold.

Din you stupid ass.

Sorry this is only a short interlude. I feel this is a good place to break the story up and leading to the next bit.

Taglist

@frogtits1, @READINGFAN, @memester-png @jake-g-lockley @novaethecosplayer @foxgirl95 @gloryekaterina

Thank you so much for reading, any likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated! 😀

#din djarin #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian #din djarin fanfiction #din djarin x you #din djarin x f!reader #grogu #mandalorian x reader #mandalorian x you

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deputyash · 6 months

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Dove Ash (FC5/Multi) | Izel (BG3) | Vivian Wells (FCND)

Evie Rivera (RDR2) | Valerie "V" (CP2077)

I was tagged by @harmonyowl @direwombat and @corvosattano to do these picrews. Also the quiz but I'm gonna post that later cause I don't feel like taking a quiz multiple times rn lol.

Picrew 1 | Picrew 2

Tagging: @strafethesesinners @derelictheretic @teamhawkeye @purplehairsecretlair @peachyaliien @ri-a-rose @redreart @shellibisshe @glowwormsmith @isobel-thorm @adelaidedrubman @blissfulalchemist @v0idbuggy @wrathfulrook @mel-eficent @cassietrn @nightwingshero @beemot @shallow-gravy

#pretend Izel has her horns on the first picrew #also pretend Evie's skin tone is a bit darker on the second one - they only had like 4 choices #my ocs #deputyash's ocs #dove ash #izel #vivian wells #evie rivera #valerie 'v'

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colesstar · 7 months

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MAKIN A PINNED POST CUZ WHY NOT!!

OKAY HELLO, I am ‼️COLESSTAR‼️, pronouns are she/her and i am a miner (⛏)!! Should’ve updated this way earlier but

IF YOU SUPPORT ISRAEL PLEASE GET OFF OF MY BLOG, IF YOU ARE NEUTRAL PLEASE EDUCATE YOURSELF, YOU HAVE ACCESS TO THE INTERNET MAKE USE OF IT

Also this has turned into a multi-fandom blog main fandom is ninjago though (Extra not as important stuff below cut + my tags)

I like to very aggressively love my favourites uhm so of i start insulting a character itd more likely its /j and /aff unless its like genuinely a bad character like nadakhan

I post mostly about ninjago but you might see me reblogging Shakespeare,fnaf etc. don’t mind it. If you see me arguing with @/1989deluxed (or @/tybalttruther adding @/clouseninjago) it isn’t serious i swear 😭

PLS TALK TO ME I DONT BITE I SWEAR I DO HOWEVER RAMBLE ALOT (through posts/asks, not DMs unless we’ve had a conversation before, people scare me sometimes)

I FAVOURITE MOST OF THE NINJAGO CHARACTERS sometimes i have one i focus on for the day its mostly Jay, Cole or pixal i think, hai its 4 nov and WHY IS MY GIRL NYA NOT ON THERE??? Uhmm its Jay cole zane kai Pixal Nya Skylor llllloyd or Ronin actually add harumi on girls RAPTONNN fuck just add the whole cast at this point

NINJAGO MASTER OF THE MOUNTAIN‼️‼️ *explodes*

Also i am VERY conflicted on skybound but i do severely hate nadakhan its the only set decision ive made on the season. (Idk what date this bit was added but looking back at this is like AUGH i remember genuinely loosing sleep over skybound when i first watched it definitely dont think about it as much anymore but keeping this here for the sake of it (13/2/24))

MY TAGS!!

#ririarts - ART TAG (shockingly)

#doodles - just doodles

#internal skybound conflict - anything i post about skybound

#riri headcanons

#canonically canon confirmed by ri - headcanons except not all of them are mine but I’ve just confirmed them to be canon because i think they should be

#colesstar posts - i need to organise this shithole of a blog i love it anyways

#The Ninpanions- posts about the ninjas pets that i came up with (minus Zanes falcon)

#Riri Court of Justice - I do weekly polls :D theyre about ninjago ofc but they’re not about the main ninja or the seasons because yeah

#the Pinkification of lloyd garmadon - I dyed lloyds hair pink.

#lorenzas ninjago lore - my friend attempted to tell ninjago lore

the names maria btw the top but is to throw people off

My right eye hurts (unrelated)

#pinned post #Colesstar posts #ririarts #riri headcanons #canonically canon confirmed by ri #Doodles #internal skybound conflict #The Ninpanions #Riri court of justice #The Pinkification of lloyd garmadon

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vampzxi · 1 year

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can we see what you scrapped for what’s my name? 👀

here’s the skating fic..the other ones were okay but they weren’t my favorite. i might add on this later

you stand outside the bathroom stall, arms crossed. "riri, it doesn’t take that long to put on some fucking skates," you bang on the stall, "shuri’s waiting on us."

riri finally swings open the stall door, legs wobbling. you try to hold back a laugh as she tries to maneuver her skates on the slippery bathroom tile, "i would’ve been quicker if you shut the hell up." you catch her as she stumbles and attempts to regain her balance. you release the laugh that’s been building up inside you but riri’s glare quickly shuts you up.

out of the corner of your eye, you notice a woman glaring at you and clutching her child. you smile sheepishly and open your mouth to apologize, but riri blurts out, "got a staring problem, white bitch?"

the woman’s mouth drops open in shock as your face turns hot from mortification. "i am so, so sorry, ma'am." the woman huffs and snatches up her child, storming out of the bathroom. riri’s laugh echoes around the bathroom as you scowl at her, “that mouth gon get you fought one day.”

“i wish a nigga would,” riri scoffs as you guide her toward the door as her legs wobble.

“yeah, well, you should prolly shut the hell up while you in these skates,” you giggle, “ion think anyone gonna be scared of you if you shakin like a stripper.”

“aight, fuck you,” riri mutters as you open the door, the muffled music becoming louder. you guide her to the carpet, and she slowly gains her balance. “hey, this shit ain’t so bad.”

“there you are. how long does it take to put on a pair of skates?” you turn around to see shuri behind you, a pair of rollerblades on her feet.

“it took forever cause this nigga decided to cuss out Peppermint Patty in the bathroom,” you sigh as riri snickers behind you. you roll your eyes, “you ready?”

shuri sucks her teeth, “stop cussing out colonizers, ri” she glides over to the rink, “what did i tell you about holding your tongue?”

riri scoffs as she trails behind shuri, “yeah, i’ll show you how to hold a tongue,” she mutters under her breath.

“repeat that for me, riri?” shuri stops in her tracks and spins around, her bottom grills glinting in the multi colored lights.

“can we please just get on the rink?” you groan, grabbing shuri’s hand and pulling her with you. “she can figure this skating shit out on her own since she wanna talk out the side of her neck.”

riri flips you and shuri off as you guide her onto the rink. shuri pushes her feet forward, cruising around. you struggled to maintain your balance, but slowly start to catch up to shuri as she’s giggling. “was i too fast for you, sithandwa (my love)?”

“ha ha,” you say dryly, catching your breath, “never knew you could skate.”

“oh please,” shuri says, slowing down for you, “i was skating around the throne room with t’challa before we were out of diapers.”

i really like this one because shuri and riri bickering is so funny to me. like these niggas are UNBEARABLE to be around it’s hilarious

#dizzysinbox #shuriri x reader #shuriri #shuriri headcanons

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raiderlucy · 1 year

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So I’ve kinda been in shock for about a week or two since hitting this milestone... mainly because it happened way way wayyyy quicker than I anticipated, I was only doing my 2.5k a celebration a little over 2 months ago (for the record the time between my 2k celebration and my 2.5k celebration was like a year...so yeah wtf!?!) I know it’s partly due to the twitter migration, and i also know there’s probably still some bots lurking that i haven’t blocked, but hey ho.

So as per usual I wanna take the opportunity to thank my followers new and old, thanks for sticking with me during my hyper fixations that either last a week or forever (you know the ones i hyper fixate over the most by now i’m sure lol), thanks to everyone who interacts we me and like the gifs i make, it really does motivate me to continue creating, and thanks for somehow keeping up with my multi-fandom mess of a blog.

So for the celebration I’m going to be doing some gif requests again (which are always open btw i just never talk about it 😅) So i’ve spent some time thinking about some new ideas, but it’s mostly gonna be the usual requests i think, maybe by my next celebration i’ll be organised enough to get you guys to vote on something, who knows?

So if you wanna take part send me somethings (you’re not limited to one btw I always need inspiration for gif making):

🌈 + a colour palette + character/ship/show/whatever i post about (ex: here & here)

🎨 + 2 colours + character/ship/show/whatever i post about (ex: here & here)

🌵 + 2 things and make me choose between them - mix it up doesn’t have to be characters, could be outfits etc. (ex: here & here)

⏰ + show ep/movie and i’ll blindly pick scene from them for a gifset (ex: here)

🎵 + a character/ship/show/whatever + some some lyrics or a quote, or you can pick a song from my gif inspo playlist (ex: here & here)

✨ + other general gif requests maybe? something specific or some parallels or general character gifsets? idk i’m running out of ideas here lol

want some ideas? here’s some old celebration stuff here and here

gonna tag some mutuals new and old in no particular order under the cut, you should definitely check them out if you haven’t already, they have awesome gifs, writing and all that good stuff (if i missed anyone i’m sorry, there’s certain mutuals i’m always either to nervous to tag in or it’s me being a complete scatter brain or it might even be because i haven't seen ya on my dash in a while, or all of the above or any number of reasons... sorry i’m rambling now... i’m gonna go crawl back into my hole in the ground now )😘💜😎🖤

@himbohohoharringtxn @ne8ula @lengthofropes @achingly-shy @emziess @reysorigins @deanncastiel @aubrcy-plaza @greatcometcas @ofalltheginjoints @sam-ried @stevieclaus @finalgalnancy @santasteve @padme-amidala @heroeddiemunson @mistletoesteve @robiin-buckley @alivedean @babygirlspector @achillestiel @bebecas @babyboymunson

#aimz talks #aimz3k

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kisskissbanggang · 10 months

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Jumpspace Renegade - ep. 13 ✨🚀

[3.8k words, 15min. read - Stray Kids Multi Fic, Scifi!au, Choose Your Own Adventure - Minho x Fem. Reader, Seungmin x Fem. Reader, Chan x Fem. Reader - SFW/Smut in Other Chapters/SOME Spice - Navigating Feelings, Platonic(?) Intimacy, Surprisingly Sweet, Surprisingly Intimidating, Time to Question Some Ethics, Emotional Vulnerability is Hard, Ominous Plot Hints, Forming Alliances, Loyalty Crisis, Delicious Banter and Flirting and Tension, We Finally Left the Ocean Planet, Mentions of Drugging, Always Check the Tags]

[Episodes on Fridays 7pm pst, Polling closes Saturdays 7pm pst]

[Series Masterlist | Come Say Hi!]

The scent of seawater on your skin was bittersweet while you patted a towel over your damp clothes, still dripping in your cabin. To tell the truth, you were so mad that you were surprised you weren’t steaming. Your impromptu swim left you feeling a little filmy to the touch. So now you weren’t just considering venting all your garbage to Minho, but maybe taking a shower as well, just leave the salt air behind and move on.

But you were still really pissed.

Much to your chagrin, Minho was right. Jisung was such a dick. But was Minho even in a place to talk? You figured he must’ve been wondering what was going on in the time it took for him to get locked in his cabin until it was almost time to launch. As far as you were concerned, asking first was simply a courtesy. You surveyed the room, remembering that Chan had dramatically sealed the hatches to Minho’s cabin. Both the access under the port and the one in the closet would be off-limits. You could just let yourself in, but that seemed intrusive. And what about the cameras? The security cameras around the ship helped you get into hot water with Chan in the first place. If you could avoid the cameras, that’d be even better.

You checked out the closet again. The hatches may be closed, you figured, but that wall inside the closet was still shared with Minho’s cabin, and may even be the closest to it, judging by how it was recessed. You changed into some dry clothes once you were no longer soaked, and then approached the closet. When you pressed your ear to the furthest back wall, there was no hint of activity, but you also weren’t sure what you were expecting. You tapped your fingernail against the brushed metal surface and waited.

Half a minute passed, and a tap responded to your own.

“Hey,” you grinned, “you got a minute? I want to try something.”

“Try something?” Minho repeated, amused. “Sure, just let me kick out all my dinner guests.” His voice was surprisingly clear through the wall, or at least clearer than you’d expected.

You hung up your towel and remembered to put on your sneakers again, sullenly remembering that you’d be re-entering artificial gravity soon. The garage was cold and empty when you poked your head into the alcove that contained your and Minho’s cabins. Sure enough, there was the camera, out in the top corner of the workshop, furthest away from you. For a moment, you wondered how you could temporarily disable it, when the ship rumbled to life. This was a good development, you realized. Chan would be too busy monitoring the launch to be watching the cameras.

The keycard was slipping between your sweaty fingers while you tiptoed over to Minho’s door. Sure enough, it beeped open right away.

God, Chan was dumb. Of course the keys were universal.

But, you internally admitted, you did take advantage of a pretty dire situation to not so much steal the card as keep it. The key working on all the locks could very well be an open secret.

Inside the cabin, you expected Minho to be lounging on his bed, since that was what was on the other side of your wall. Instead, he was inspecting his chin in the mirror inside his closet. “I’m kind of glad I never could grow a beard like I used to before the Marines,” he nonchalantly remarked. “I haven’t been able to shave in days since I got grabbed at the spaceport–”

“Well, you were right,” you blurted heatedly. “I’m pissed at Jisung.”

Minho looked at you, his eyes lit up. “Is that what you’ve been up to?”

You were about to answer, go on a full tirade, when the ship rumbled underfoot again. According to the view outside, the ship was taxiing to the one boost lane in The Hatchery. The intercom must’ve been muted or deactivated in this cabin, because you could hear it muffled in your own room next door, beginning the countdown, but not in here. Minho sat on his bed.

“So you’re pissed at Jisung,” he echoed you. “What’re you gonna do?”

“I don’t know,” you answered truthfully. “I don’t know what it’s going to be like at Sentury yet, or even how long we’re going to be there, so–”

You were interrupted twice. First, Minho blinked at you, clearly confused.

Then the ship launched. You didn’t quite internalize what that countdown was for, you realized.

Minho caught you when you went flying, breaking your fall onto the bed and preventing you from slamming into the back wall.

He was a little distracted, judging by the way he softly smiled. “You smell like the ocean. Did you have fun?”

“I loved it,” you smirked back.

“So, wait,” he interrupted with a shake of his head, getting you both back on topic, “I thought this was all going down at Victory Meridian.”

You watched clouds slowly turn into space outside Minho’s window. “That’s not exactly what I heard,” you clarified. “How did you get Jisung to spill anyway? All I remember is you left the port authority before us and ended up back at the ship after us.”

Minho shrugged. With how he’d caught you, he was now basically lying beside you in bed. “Jisung was being cagey so I pulled over into an alley and Hyunjin kept watch.”

Your apparent look of horror made him pause.

“Calm down; I didn’t hurt him. I just gave him an idea of what could happen if he didn’t talk.”

“Fine,” you accepted. “So he talked.”

“Well, he clearly didn’t tell me the truth,” Minho huffed, agitated.

“I don’t think that’s the case,” you argued. “At least not entirely. Jisung told me this is going down at Sentury but the payday would be in Victory Meridian.”

Minho stroked his chin. Annoyingly, from here, he looked gorgeous in the light of the jumpspace stream. “Interesting,” he ruminated. “Anything in particular?”

You were about to answer him, tell him all about the nightclub and the safety deposit box but – at that precise moment – the door opened.

Chan stared at both of you, a tray of food from the galley in his hands. He didn’t yell, he didn’t curse; he only raised an eyebrow. The captain simply walked over to Minho’s desk, roughly set the tray down, and returned to the heavy cabin door, tongue poked into his cheek in clear frustration. He silently waited, leaning against the door with his arms folded until you warily climbed out of Minho’s bed. You were about to leave when he stopped you, expectantly waiting for you again with a hand outstretched. At this, you pulled out the keycard and spitefully dropped it into his hand.

Satisfied, he let you exit before he swung Minho’s door shut and went on his way, not even taking any time to berate you.

“Hey!” you stopped him. “Don’t you want to know what was going on?”

“No,” Chan stubbornly replied while he headed back toward the galley. “I was just wondering what you were up to since you weren’t on the bridge for launch. Sorry for interrupting.”

You almost scoffed when Chan roughly closed the workshop door behind him, and you returned to your cabin. There was a tapping sound at the back of your closet. When you approached and tapped in return, the noise stopped.

“Hey,” came Minho’s voice. “Be careful about this lead, okay? We don’t really have enough info.”

You wondered if Jisung was being careful, if that had ever been a thought in his mind when he told either of you any of this, when your stomach voiced a wretched grumble at you. Chan had been holding a tray of food, so it must be time to eat, and now your hunger caught up with you. But the thought of sharing space with either of those assholes, Chan or Jisung, was killing you. Especially Jisung. You wrinkled your nose at the conclusion that leaving to grab food would probably mean running into the pilot’s stupid face.

As if he read your mind, your intercom crackled on. “Hey,” Jisung greeted, “I know you’re pissed at me, so I just wanted to tell you I already grabbed my food.”

You felt a little ridiculous, side-eyeing the intercom as if it were Jisung himself.

“I meant it, by the way,” he added. “I bet you already talked to Minho somehow. And if you did, I’m sure you figured out I didn’t give him the whole story. I really did tell you first, just like I wanted to and just like I told you.”

There were those feelings again. You really did hate how much this complicated things.

“Hey,” came Jisung again. “You know I can activate the Talk button on your intercom, right? I better hear you leave in the next ten seconds to go get some food or I’m going to annoy the shit out of you.”

You rolled your eyes and pettily blew hard into the receiver on your intercom when you walked past it, swinging the door shut behind you for good measure to make sure you provided a good racket on Jisung’s end. Passing through the workshop, the seal of the galley door blew more chilled air at you and you were thankful you changed into some dry clothes, but now you were living with crunchy, salty hair. By now, you were bemoaning the idea of having to spend time around anyone when you’d already had such a long day. Thankfully, however, it seemed everyone felt similarly, with Hyunjin breezing out of the kitchen carrying a plate and heading right back downstairs. Jisung was upstairs, and you assumed Chan was too, and it made sense to you that Felix and Changbin were nowhere to be seen. Jeongin was busy washing dishes, assumedly having also helped take over cooking duties since Felix was indisposed, but he seemed to hear you nonetheless. He peeked over his shoulder, waving when he caught sight of you and drying his hands so he could hand you a plate he apparently had saved for you, just like Felix had begun to do.

And despite all this, you were surprised when Seungmin emerged from the kitchen behind him, his glasses still smudged with Azure and dressed down into a sweatshirt with some joggers.

For a mortifying second, you wondered if Seungmin still liked you.

Of course he didn’t, not after Chan humiliated you at the beginning of the day, outing your escapades to everyone but especially to Seungmin, the one person who cared, apparently.

“Hey!” the navigator acknowledged you, eyes lit up and everything. “I was just thinking about you.”

Oh?

He sat down in the booth in the common area and waved you over. You tried to compose yourself while you sat down beside him.

“So, how was your meeting?” you tentatively asked, even though you thought you might know the answer already. Minho had mentioned something about the navigator likely dealing with some minor memory loss.

Seungmin self-consciously laughed into his coffee. “I wish I remembered it.”

“You don’t remember?” you implored. “What do you remember? From anything? From this morning?”

He held up his hand, thumb meeting his fingertips to make a “0”. “Nothing,” he chuckled. “I’m betting you already know what happened, because Chan told me when I woke up the first time, and he made sure to tell me that everyone knows. Well, I mean, everyone but me. I remember yesterday, at least. Changbin and Felix are fighting? The last thing I remember was hanging out with Jisung and Hyunjin after we landed.”

“Changbin and Felix aren’t fighting anymore…” you dazedly informed him, trailing off while you wrapped your head around this. Assumedly, from what you could tell, the last events Seungmin recalled were the two of you getting frisky on the bridge during landing and then getting ready for customs afterwards. Nothing from that morning. Nothing about Chan outing you. Seungmin didn’t know you slept with almost half the inhabitants of the ship.

If you wanted, apparently, you were in the clear. You didn’t obliterate your chances with Seungmin.

He still liked you, and it was obvious from the way he was eager to hear more.

“What?!” he laughed. “What do you mean, they’re not fighting? This was, quite literally, the worst fight those two ever had.”

“Well,” you laughed, still trying to ground this whole revelation about Seungmin’s memory, “Felix got tagged when we were on the surface–”

“WHAT?!” Seungmin blurted again, gobsmacked.

It went back and forth like this. First, you informed Seungmin about Chan’s ridiculous punishment with the gun. You did fudge a detail or two in your retelling, mostly leaving the sordid cause of the whole debacle out of it. Instead you opted to frame it as simply Chan getting back at you for talking to Minho since you came on board.

“What a dick,” the navigator commiserated. “I don’t know what he has against you, but Chan is such a dick sometimes. It makes sense that you’d talk to Minho; he’s the first person that you met on board and you both got picked up on T’kaarm. I assume there’s some mutual interest there.”

You could think of a couple reasons Chan had it out for you. First and biggest of all was how he did not trust your interactions with Minho. That was pretty justified, but there was something about it that felt a little… personal. But that wasn’t what stood out to you most.

For some reason, it never really occurred to you that Minho hadn’t been detained long when you stumbled into the Ambler in the first place, but that instead he’d only recently been bagged. It suddenly seemed strange that you’d never run into him before then, but you pushed past this, instead regaling everything that had gone down in The Hatchery for Seungmin, from Minho saving Felix to all of you finding Jisung when you went to go spring Hyunjin out of jail. You did decide to leave out Jisung’s lead, however. Like Minho said, there still wasn’t much information surrounding it. Nevertheless, Seungmin was enraptured, following every word you said until you decided to share what Changbin and Jeongin could recall of his meeting with his clients.

Seungmin’s cheeks rouged for a minute. “I wouldn’t put it past me to mess up a drop like this,” he explained. “I’ve been a little stressed ever since I realized I needed to get those guys physical charts so I’m not surprised that I probably made it look like I was about to pull something. Can’t say I’m even mad. But Azure? I haven’t messed with that stuff since Academy and I hated it.”

“I’m glad you’re alright, though,” you worried. Feeling a little brazen, you reached for his glasses and used your shirt to wipe the remaining blue dust off the lenses. It was admittedly hilarious, feeling bashful about this when the last time you’d been close like this had been spent with you and Seungmin engaging in much more than innocent little gestures.

“I’m glad you’re alright, too,” he smiled. “Sounds like you’ve had a crazy day.” He had the kindest eyes behind those glasses. You mused for a second that this must’ve been what it was like to date normally.

In a moment that caught you viscerally off guard, Seungmin combed your hair back behind your ear with his fingers.

“You still smell like the ocean,” he sweetly observed, inadvertently echoing Minho from earlier and making your heart thump embarrassingly in your chest. “What else are you doing tonight?”

“Me?” you dumbly asked. “I was thinking a shower. Crazy day and all, like you said. And you?”

“Oh,” Seungmin shrugged flippantly. “I was thinking of turning in... Still pretty tired.”

This whole exchange felt incredibly loaded. Was Seungmin trying to see if you’d proposition him? He was expectantly lingering in the booth, his arm slung on the back of the seat where he faced you. You came to the realization that this might’ve even been an opportunity to kiss him.

But was now even the time?

You may have had a clear slate, but of the seven souls on board besides you and him, you still had the knowledge that you’d fucked three of them.

Not to mention they all knew, too.

Literally the only person who didn’t know was Seungmin.

Jisung’s remark that Seungmin was an all or nothing kind of guy was gnawing at you.

And you didn’t know how to feel about that.

Which, regrettably, meant you had to leave this be.

“I should let you get going to bed then,” you begrudgingly decided. You managed to put on a gentle smile, but that didn’t stop Seungmin from looking a little crushed.

Fine. Maybe you could cut it halfway.

You leaned forward, softly kissing his cheek. “Goodnight, Seungmin,” you smirked. You pulled back before he got any ideas.

That same, warm smile returned. “Goodnight, Nova,” he bid you farewell, watching as you slid out of the booth and got up to your feet.

You giddily headed back to your cabin, caught between feeling like you got away with something but also feeling the rush of having any sort of positive effect like this on a guy like Seungmin. And it wasn’t even like you were lying; you did still want to shower, the idea of some warm water really on your skin to clear your head was sounding especially refreshing after the whole day.

The act of grabbing your toiletries was automatic, drifting through time and space and only coming back into consciousness long enough to note that Seungmin already went back upstairs by the time you retreated into the central head on board the ship. Your shower shoes did a terrible job as usual keeping you magnetized to the floor, but all that mattered was the soothing sensation of physically washing off all this action so you could recenter yourself for whatever was coming next.

Mainly, there was the headache of this lead that Jisung had given you. Club scenes were never really your thing, but you figured they were pretty similar anywhere you went. Assumedly, if there was a hidden treasure, someone had to hate whoever was keeping it enough to spill where it was being kept and how to access it. In a club or casino setting, this was almost always some employee, but you could figure it out if this was someone in management, too, or even someone connected on the outside.

And, of course, there was the bigger headache. Did you even want to work with Jisung on this?

He stole your shit and risked losing it and went to jail for it – all for this lead.

But he also made sure to only tell you the whole truth.

Allegedly.

Following this trail of thought, something Minho had said earlier suddenly stood out to you, plain as day, lit up in neon lights:

Hyunjin was standing watch while Minho coerced Jisung into telling him the partial truth that he ended up getting.

What exactly did that look like?

Keeping watch in an alleyway could’ve meant that Hyunjin had been meters away… or maybe right next to them.

Your mind raced when the seal of the door to the washroom hissed, making you jump.

“Hyunjin, that better not be you. I know you hate jail but if you’re wasting the filtration system again I’m gonna–”

Of course.

You and Chan stared at each other, the captain walking in on you for a second time. His eyes blew wide open upon this realization and he clapped his cybernetic hand over his eyes before he turned around. Unlike you, who preferred to walk in and out of the showers fully dressed, Chan only wore a towel secured around his hips.

“Do you want to say sorry?” you jeered. “Not very fitting behavior for a captain, walking in on a lady.”

“Some lady,” scoffed Chan. “Do you want to tell me what’s going on between you and the bounty?” He still wasn’t looking at you from the doorway to the shower stalls.

You turned off the water, leaving the annoying hum of the vent as background noise for this confrontation. Chan’s Adam's apple visibly bobbed when you grabbed your towel near the doorway, taking your sweet time to dry off.

“You’re too paranoid, Captain,” you coolly dismissed him with a roll of your eyes. “I thought we were friends. Or at least potential friends, as you phrased it. Why are you so convinced something is going on?”

“Look,” he huffed, a hand still covering his eyes, “I need to know. Not even as a friend, not even as a potential friend, but as Captain. This guy is fucking dangerous and I need to know if anything is putting my crew or ship at risk.”

“Your ship?” you immaturely questioned.

“Jisung’s ship,” Chan grumbled. “And just because you fucked the guy doesn’t mean you know him.”

You reached for Chan’s cybernetic arm. He stubbornly closed his eyes instead, wrenching them more tightly shut when he felt you hook your used towel on his fingers. “Likewise, handsome,” you refuted. “I don’t know you because we fucked, just like you don’t know me. What’s so dangerous about him anyway?”

“You’re impossible,” the captain bit back, glaring at you until he caught sight of you still standing naked in front of him. He shut his eyes again. “I’m just asking for some fucking respect and loyalty if you’re going to be on the crew.”

“And who says you don’t have it?” you laughed, taking extra long to pull on your clean clothes. “Who says I’m not playing him?”

You finished getting dressed and teasingly pulled at Chan’s own towel. He dropped yours and immediately saved his from falling, eyes flying open in the process. There was that look again, like he could eat you alive and enjoy every minute of it. For hating being called a pirate, he pretty firmly embodied the reputation such a title would have.

But maybe the role of bounty hunter and intersystem trader carried similar connotations. Chan seemed like just as much of a scoundrel as Minho did. You respected it, at least a little.

“If that’s the case, Miss Nova,” mocked the captain, rolling his neck before he squared his shoulders across from you in the doorway, “if you are playing him, then why not make an alliance? Not to the crew or anything, just to me. Just so I know you actually have my back, no matter what you do, or who you fuck.”

Lucky for Chan, he finally cracked you. You hadn’t considered that the captain would hit you with the exact proposition Minho had, and you needed to think about this. A hint of a smirk tugged at Chan’s lips. If you took him up on this, you could approach the whole arrangement exactly like you were with Minho: say yes, and do whatever the hell you want later if it came down to it. But, obviously, there was the very real possibility that this could all blow up in your face.

#lee minho x reader #kim seungmin x reader #bang chan x reader #stray kids fanfic #stray kids x reader #ALWAYS CHECK THE TAGS 💕#OOPS ALL TENSION #search your feelings you know the author craves chaos 😌

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notapokemonprofessor · 8 days

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Hmhmhm. A little Nightingale asked me to join this Rotumblr website. I thought I may be a bit old for it, but she assured me it is quite welcoming here.

I am Professor Xavier J. Winter, but most call me The Professor. Others also refer to me as Professor, Prof, Winter or Professor Winter. ... And One calls me Grandpa. Now who could that be, I wonder... He/they if you please.

Pyrra (F), Jötunn (M), Aurora "Rora" (F), Ymir (M), Reiko (F), Isolde (F)

People would probably call me "chaotic neutral" though I do lean towards good deeds rather than foul hmhm.

Hey it's Ri

He's here now I guess

Here's a revamped bio for him. He has existed in so many RPs:

A multi-dimensional traveler who somehow exists and is aware of multiple universes/ realities/himselves at once. Even more surprising, said awareness did not cause him to lose his mind as it has done for many of his peers. Indeed, he uses this knowledge to almost always be in the right place at the right time, seamlessly and fluidly traversing the fabric of reality no different than an old man taking a morning stroll.

He enjoys studying all of the worlds he visits, especially unique native species. He has a habit of "adopting" kids and young adults he senses potential in. How exactly he chooses is unknown.

The professor is not malicious, but not above being Strange on Purpose.

Some Lyrics that make me think of him because why not i bite at my enclosure when i listen to these and think of him

"Confide in me; In your heart after all; Trust me to be true; I am a logic seeking group of electrons; Confide in me; In your heart after all; Trust me to be true; I am a logic seeking group of electrons; Confide in me; I'm filled with wanderlust" - Wanderlust

"Amber starlight; break away the day; and bring to me the night; If I should rest before this ends; Break the clouds; make them turn to sand." Amber Starlight

"Racing Among the Stars; Drifting, Aimless; I feel their heat; Warming, Selfless; I will give... I will take; I will feel the stars crash, crash down." - Blast Off

"You arrive, In the rising sun; the hidden passenger, that I've been taking; close your eyes, let's forget again; As you drag me down, I will take you in; What are you waiting for?" - Just Hesitation

'Now take the time to realize; Despite what you believe; The victim of a massacre; Was none other than poor me; Surely you can see the problem; I don’t wanna lose my own reflection; A deplorable perception of me; Was none other than an image of you" (THIS Entire SONG TBH?????) - The Distortionist

Stuff like Magic Anons, Pelipper Mail, Musharna Dreams and Asks all open!!!

#rotumblr #pokemon irl #the professor speaks #intro post #pkmn irl #rotomblr #pinned #pokeblogging #pokeblog rp

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kiss4chuu · 1 year

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⋅˚₊‧ ୨ request rules ୧ ‧₊˚

⋅˚₊‧ ୨ general rules ୧ ‧₊˚

↳ we only write romantic, platonic, age regression, fluff, angst, and semi-nsfw. no full nsfw content.

↳ we write in oneshot, headcanon, social media, and multi-character form. for multi-characters, the limit is 4-6.

↳ lgbtq+ relationships are fully allowed and encouraged, this includes polyamory.

↳ cross-fandom and au’s are allowed.

↳ we won’t write ships, unless it’s in a polyamorous pairing.

↳ mental abuse, physical abuse, and abuse in general within a pairing is not allowed. topics of it, however, are allowed.

⋅˚₊‧ ୨ fandoms ୧ ‧₊˚

— new jersey devils

— edmonton oilers

— seattle kraken

— florida panthers

— toronto maple leafs

— anaheim ducks

— boston bruins

— chicago blackhawks

— calgary flames

— ottawa senators

— los angeles kings

— winnipeg jets

— tampa bay lightning

— washington capitals

— philidelphia flyers

— columbus blue jackets

— nashville predators

— san jose sharks

— arizona coyotes

— st louis blues

— buffalo sabres

— pittsburgh penquins

— montreal canadiens

— vancouver canucks

— minnesota wild

— colorado avalanche

— vegas golden knights

— detriot red wings

— new york islanders

— dallas stars

— carolina hurricanes

— umich (not nhl, but i also don’t care)

— twice

↳ nayeon

↳ jeongyeon

↳ momo

↳ mina

↳ dahyun

↳ chaeyoung

↳ tzuyu

↳ sana

↳ jihyo

— blackpink

↳ lisa

↳ jennie

↳ jisoo

↳ rosé

— (g)i-dle

↳ soyeon

↳ miyeon

↳ soojin

↳ yuqi

↳ shuhua

↳ minnie

— red velvet

↳ irene

↳ seulgi

↳ wendy

↳ joy

↳ yeri

— itzy

↳ yeji

↳ ryujin

↳ lia

↳ yuna

↳ chaeryeong

— le sserafim

↳ yunjin / jennifer

↳ chaewon

↳ sakura

↳ kazuha

↳ eunchae

— ive

↳ wonyoung

↳ yujin

↳ gaeul

↳ liz

↳ leeseo

↳ rei

— loona

↳ heejin

↳ hyunjin

↳ haseul

↳ yeojin

↳ vivi

↳ kim lip

↳ choerry

↳ jinsoul

↳ yves

↳ chuu

↳ gowon

↳ olivia hye

— new jeans

↳ danielle

↳ haerin

↳ hanni

↳ minji

— aespa

↳ karina

↳ winter

↳ giselle

↳ ning ning

— bts

↳ namjoon

↳ yoongi

↳ hoseok

↳ jin

↳ jungkook

↳ jimin

↳ taehyung

— enhypen

↳ ni-ki

↳ jungwon

↳ sunoo

↳ sunghoon

↳ heeseung

↳ jay

↳ jake

— stray kids

↳ bang chan

↳ hyunjin

↳ felix

↳ lee know

↳ i.n

↳ han

↳ changbin

↳ seungmin

— txt

↳ soobin

↳ kai

↳ yeonjun

↳ beomgyu

↳ taehyun

— crash landing on you

↳ ri jeong-hyeok

↳ yoon se-ri

↳ gu seung-joon

↳ seo dan

↳ park kwang-beom

↳ kim jumeok

— all of us are dead

↳ lee su-hyeok

↳ choi nam-ra

↳ lee cheong-san

↳ nam on-jo

↳ yoon gwi-nam

↳ lee na-yeon

↳ jang ha-ri

↳ park mi-jin

↳ jang woo-jin

↳ min eun-ji

↳ kim chul-soo

— sweet home

↳ cha hyun-soo

↳ lee eun-hyuk

↳ lee eun-yoo

↳ seo yi-kyeong

↳ jung jae-heon

↳ pyeon sang-wook

↳ yoon ji-soo

— squid game

↳ kang sae-byeok

↳ seong gi-hu

↳ salesman

↳ hwang jun-ho

↳ ji-yeong

↳ cho sang-wo

↳ front man

↳ abdul ali

↳ circle, triangle, and square guards

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yukimiyaz · 1 year

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ཐི♡ཋྀ RIS ⋆ twenties ⋆ he/they ⋆ certified manwhore !

multi-fandom animanga blog. 18+ only! minors do not interact. manga panels + writing. will take requests for both if you ask nicely. age in bio to follow!

LINKS # manga edits + masterlist

#yukimiyaz nav #theme credit to loml tee mwah mwah mwah

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forlorn-crows · 1 year

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Also here's one that's definitely smut because I'm me teehee

Lemme get a transmasc Aether closet quickie. He needs his dick sucked like NOW. Partner of choice, but Aether's gotta lick his own cum off their chin I'm pretty sure. :3

miasma has me in a chokehold, i just want everyone to know

aether/swiss depravity below

Aether’s hard. Has been for the last 30 minutes, no thanks to Swiss’ hand dragging up and down his inner thigh.

Teasing.

Caressing.

Dastardly suggestive in the middle of midnight mass.

It’s pathetic, really, how worked up Aether is now just from the multi ghoul’s ghosting of a hand. He can feel a wet patch daring to soak through his underwear, his clit throbbing against the seam of his uniform pants. But he keeps any other reactions invisible, trapped beneath a disinterested facade.

Swiss’ fingers graze close enough to feel that heat radiating off of his sex through the fabric. Aether sees him smirk out of the corner of his eye, and Swiss gives his thigh a squeeze, moving back down his leg with the newfound information.

Aether keeps his flat affect. Ignores him vehemently. He will not give Swiss the satisfaction of seeing him break—though it's hard when his hand is right there—and with the damned scents of Swiss’ own arousal, mulled wine and mint, creeping under his nostrils.

The quintessence ghoul tunes in instead to Copia’s droning voice, surprisingly commanding during sermons. It provides just enough distraction to get him through to the end, rising casually but quickly as mass comes to a close. Swiss’ hand slips off his thigh, fingers tightening too late.

Aether moves silently through the throng of siblings and ghouls, Swiss trailing after him not unlike a lost puppy. He walks casually down the corridor, but briskly enough that Swiss easily falls behind. He calls out for him just as Aether spots an all-too familiar doorway inset in the wall just up ahead. Perfect.

Aether slows his pace, Swiss’ footfalls closing in. “Hey big guy,” he purrs, slinking up against the quintessence ghoul’s back. Aether lets him press close, hands running over his shoulders and ghosting over his ribs. Just as he moves to wrap his arms around his waist, Aether grabs him and pulls him into the alcove and into the supply closet nestled within it.

“Eager, are we?” Swiss laughs as Aether closes the door. The closet is barely big enough for the two of them, but he doesn’t need much room for their unholy exchange.

Aether grabs him by the shirt, pulling him close. He stops just before Swiss can latch onto his mouth, earning a choked-off sound from the multi-ghoul. He pants against Aether’s upturned mouth, doing nothing to hide the mischievous glint in his eye, licking across a fang like he’s eyeing up a tasty meal. Aether smirks and stares at Swiss’ mouth, teasing. Moving a hairsbreadth closer.

“Suck it,” Aether whispers before promptly shoving Swiss to his knees and pressing his face to the fly of his pants.

“Oh fuck,” he gasps, already mouthing at the fabric. He fumbles over the button and zipper, like his hands can’t move fast enough. After another moment of struggle, he’s tugging Aether’s pants and boxer-briefs down to his ankles and pressing his cheek against the crease of his hip.

Aether’s clit stands fat and hard between his folds, shiny with slick. “Got you worked up good, didn’t I?” Swiss teases as he runs a finger down its length.

“Yes,” Aether hisses. “Now do something about it.”

“My pleasure.” Swiss noses into the little curls on Aether’s pubic mound before running the tip of his tongue over his clit. Aether sighs above him, carding his hand into Swiss’ hair. He presses lightly—a suggestion more than a demand. Swiss opens up anyway, sealing his lips over it and pushing back the plump hood with his tongue. He sucks on the velvety shaft underneath, slicking it up further with his own saliva.

“Yeah, make it sloppy,” Aether breathes. He cants his hips against Swiss’ face, coating his chin with slick in the process. It rips a groan from Swiss’ throat, fingers dimpling the skin on the quintessence ghoul’s thighs.

“Fuck, Aethe, so fucking wet,” Swiss whines, almost reverent. He swirls his tongue around his clit, sucking with varying pressure and intensity. He runs his hands along Aether’s inner thighs, the same as he had in the pews. Teasing. Caressing. More daring now that they’re alone.

“Use ‘em, don’t be a tease,” Aether groans. He reaches down to grab Swiss’ wrist, pulling his hand up towards his cunt and guiding his fingers between his folds to rest against his entrance.

Swiss can only moan in response, immediately sinking two fingers inside as he sucks hard.

“Shit, yeah, that’s a good lad,” Aether gasps, rocking into his hand. Swiss pets inside him, crooking his fingers just enough to make him keen. His tongue works over his dick, teasing the tip in and out of the hood and laving against the underside, pressing the fat flesh to the roof of his mouth. He’s messy with it, as promised, lewd wet sounds mingling with Aether’s gasps and groans.

It’s quickly overwhelming, rapidly stoking the fire in his gut and drawing him to the edge. Goddamn that multi ghoul and his talented fingers and his stupid, sinful mouth.

Aether’s head thumps against the closet wall as he grips hard at Swiss’ hair. He moans, low and rumbly against Aether’s cunt, and that’s all it takes before Aether’s whispering: “Gonna cum, fuck Swiss, make me, make me—”

Swiss drinks him down, sinking a third finger into his wet heat and teasing the head of his clit while he seals his lips over it. Aether nearly sinks to his knees, curling in on himself as he cums with a low groan. His free arm shoots out to grab onto the rickety metal shelf for stability as he spasms against Swiss, thighs shaking and cunt drooling past his fingers and into his palm. Swiss groans at the way he clenches around his fingers, how his clit throbs in his mouth. He’d pause this moment if he could, living in it for the rest of the day, but soon Aether’s gasping and twitching from overstimulation, pulling Swiss’ head away.

“Fuck,” Aether laughs, shaking his head. “Look at the things you do to me.”

Swiss stands, pressing up against the quintessence ghoul’s torso. Aether can feel how hard he is against his thigh. “See for yourself,” he says huskily, holding up his now slick coated hand in front of Aether’s face. He hums, fully intending to pull Swiss’ fingers into his mouth one by one, sucking off his own slick. But Swiss pulls it away. “Ah ah, that’s mine. You can have what’s on my face,” he says sinfully.

Aether pulls him into a heated kiss and laps at his mouth eagerly, already reaching down towards Swiss’ zipper.

#ask #miasma #fanfic #the band ghost #ficlet #ghost fanfic #transmasc aether #aether ghoul #swiss ghoul #aether x swiss #swiss x aether #SLOPPY BIG BOYYYY #SHOULD WE START A TRANSGHOUL TUESDAY???

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