Rin HK- they/any

Rin-Adult-I do art sometimes

[odddogs]

hair sheep lamb

[rin-thedrawberry]

this is my dog, thanks sooooo much for stealing my partner's year-old reddit post for likes and reblogs I guess!!

[rin-thedrawberry]

For @ghoul-slime and the 2025 Ghost Secret Santa! Some fluffy, Christmas themed Dewther smut for you. I haven’t actually written a ton of Ghost fic before, but I love a lot of the fanlore and how much fun the fanbase has with it. I read a ton of your Dewther fics, loved them a BUNCH, and I tried to replicate the dynamic they have in your fics, hope my interpretation isn’t too far off-base! Also feat Chicken Nugget the kitten because I love the idea of them having a kitten <3 I realized I have them both calling him their “little bug” because that’s what my partner and I call our puppy. Hope you enjoy, and I hope your holidays are wonderful!

Christmas was not exactly a recognized holiday in the Ministry. Of course it wasn’t– Christ’s Mass was the last thing any self-respecting Papa or sibling of sin or ghoul wanted to touch with a thousand foot pole. But the chintz, the trappings, the tacky commercialism of it all, candy canes and lighted trees and gingerbread houses and big, silly hats… Well, it was all terribly fun. One didn’t have to believe in the right of Christ’s dominion over the earth to enjoy a mug of eggnog and a viewing of Black Christmas.

“Kind of a silly tradition, isn’t it?” Dewdrop asked as he and Aether stared up at the little sprig of mistletoe that some mirthful Sister of Sin had pinned at the crest of a doorway.

“Stupid,” Aether snorted, reaching up to bat his claws at the white berries. 

“You’re no fun,” Dew watched the firm line of his mate’s arms flex, and it made him more than a little dizzy. “Why can’t you play along, just for a minute? We’re under it…you know what we’re supposed to do now, right?”

“Like I’m gonna be told what to do by a plant.”

Dew gasped, putting on a comedic air of deep emotional hurt.

“You don’t want to kiss me?”

Aether rolled his eyes.

“If you wanted me to kiss you,” he lowered his arm, rolling one of the mistletoe’s berries between his fingers until it burst. He tossed it aside, and that hand slid slowly around the small of Dew’s back.

“All you had to do was ask.”

Dew curled his own hands around Aether’s neck, pulling him down until their lips met, soft and warm and sweet. Aether obeyed, tilting his head and bending himself to fit into Dew’s arms, molding himself into his mate’s embrace. The sound of Dew’s contented purring filled Aether’s ears.

Slowly, slowly, they parted, Dew standing on his toes and Aether still needing to bend down to meet him. 

“There,” Aether cooed. “Satisfied?”

Dew’s face split with a fanged grin. 

“No way.”

Aether’s laughter rang down the abby’s stone corridor.

“I should’ve expected.”

He curled a hand under Dew’s chin, pulling him back up until the smaller ghoul stretched to his absolute limit, pressing their lips back together with a newer, less chaste heat. Two pairs of claws caressed two needy bodies, Aether’s palms running along Dew’s sides, Dew’s clawtips scratching up along Aether’s spine. Dew pulled him in close, their chests flush together, close enough to nearly feel the other ghoul’s hammering heartbeat. Aether couldn’t help but moan as Dew slid his tongue over his lips, and he happily let him in without second thought. His tongue slid eagerly against Dew’s, searching, hungry, but there was something there that gave him momentary pause. There was a taste to Dew’s tongue, a sweet, boozy creaminess that bordered on saccarine. What was that. Cinnamon?

A bit of a displeased curl on his lips, like a cat that had just smelled a lemon, Aether pulled back.

“Why do you taste like eggnog?”

Dew burst out with a little snip of spritely laughter.

“I dunno–maybe it’s because I had eggnog.” He chuckled again, touching one of his claws to the corner of his mate’s scowling mouth. “Why do you hate fun?”

Aether scoffed.

”I don’t hate fun.”

That smile of Dew’s turned devilish–which was, of course, more than appropriate for a ghoul.

“Prove it.”

Well. How could Aether ignore an opener that obvious?

With a grunt and half of a laugh himself, he tightened his hold on Dew, wrapping his strong arms around his waist and hefting him easily. With Dew laughing and struggling in playful protest, he threw the smaller ghoul over his shoulder like Santa’s sack.

“I’ll show you how much I ‘hate fun’.”

The walk back to their room was thankfully brisk, Aether’s hands warm and steady on Dew’s thighs the entire time. He shouldered the door open, grateful to be back in private after agonizing seconds of denial.

A soft, chipper mewing met their ears as the door snapped shut behind them–little Chicken Nugget, their beloved rescue, perked up at his daddies’ arrival. The squeaks and mews grew louder and happier the longer the ghouls were in the room, clearly evoking even without speech the kitten’s excitement, amost as if to say: “Dad and Dad are home! Dad and Dad are home!”

Aether purred softly in response, scratching his claws lovingly just under the little kitten’s orange chin.

“Love you more n’ anything, little bug, but not right now. If I’m not inside your dad in five minutes I’m gonna go outta my mind.”

From over his shoulder, Dew mimed gagging, though he felt himself grow hotter from the inside out.

“Hey, ew, don’t talk to our kit that way!”

Dew struggled out from his happy perch in Aether’s arms to fall messily into the warm pile of their nest. He picked up Nugget and fixed Aether with a ferocious pout, pointing the kitten’s face up at him. Somehow, cat and ghoul are wearing the exact same expression.

“How could you say that around this face?”

“Because it’s the truth,” Aether was already unbuttoning his shirt, though the sight of his mate and their little bug was heart-melting enough that it temporarily distracted from the needy ache settling deep into his core. Dew gasped in mock horror and slapped a clawed hand up to cover Nugget’s innocent eyes. 

Thankfully, that was all it took–Nugget knew when he was being foisted off. With another little mew, he batted affectionately at Dew’s fingers before squirming out of his hands and trotting away. There was a winter sunbeam somewhere in the room with his name on it, and his dads needed a moment alone.

Dew laughed as he leaned back into their nest, legs casually sliding open.

“Look what you did, you made out poor boy uncomfortable!”

“He’s a cat,” Aether sank to his knees before his mate, notching himself easily between the other ghoul’s thighs. “I don’t think he cares.”

“You’re a killjoy.”

“And you’re a tease,” Aether grunted in relief when he finally felt Dew’s smaller hands on his bare shoulders, welcomely pulling him in closer. That was all it ever took–Dew’s hands, Dew’s laugh, Dew’s warmth, and Aether felt himself crumble. 

He needed it. 

He needed more.

Aether clawed eagerly at Dew’s shirt first, casting it aside before moving on. The rest of Dewdrop’s clothes parted easily for his mate, joining in the slowly-growing pile on the floor. With a grateful, relieved moan Aether finally gave in, wolfishly descending upon his mate with a ferociously hungry need. He felt his skin come to life wherever he touched him, his lips and fingers warm as they finally lighted on Dew’s cunt.

“Oh–so wet,” he moaned, lips flush with Dew’s skin as his fingers slid easily inside. Under him, Dew twitched and he very nearly whimpered.

“Yeah, you like that, big guy?” Dew panted, growing hot and eager at Aether’s touch. “Like feeling how damn bad I want you?”

“Ugh, don’t talk like that,” Aether muttered, all too obvious from the tension in his shoulders and the way he eagerly fucked himself into Dew that the other ghoul’s playfully filthy teasing was getting him more worked up by the second. 

“Why? I know you like it,” he snarked back, his grin widening as his shoulders settled into a sharp rise-and-fall with his heaving breaths. “What, are you afraid I could just talk you off? Make you cum before you’re even inside me?”

He couldn’t possibly admit it, but that was exactly what Aether was afraid of. If anyone could do it, if anyone could get him to cum without being so much as touched, like some kind of repressed, hormonal human schoolboy, it would be the tempting little minx of a ghoul laid out under him like a feast.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you,” he grunted, slowly stopping the rhythmic pumping of his fingers until it made Dew growl in disapproval. “But you know I don’t fold that easy.”

He felt his cock fucking throb as he pulled his fingers back, practically dripping with Dew’s arousal. Dew gasped as he swirled his fingers around his clit once, twice, a horribly teasing third time, before finally pulling away. Both ghouls moaned in tandem as Aether’s tongue snaked lewdly along his fingers.

Fuck. Fuck. Just the taste of him, just the smell…he needed it. 

He needed Dew.

Dizzy with a feral kind of desire, Aether quickly bared himself, wrapping his wet fingers around his cock and pumping it with a few quick, eager movements. He could hear Dew panting, watching as his thighs twitched eagerly. His hand creeped down to hold his dripping cunt open to his mate. 

“C’mon, big guy,” he gasped. “C’mon.” His other hand tightened on Aether’s shoulder, dragging him closer. “I know you want it. C’mon. C’mon, fuck me, fu–ohhhhhfuckyes!”

Aether sank into him with a growl  of delight, shivering in appreciation as Dew took him right to the knot with one swift, satisfying thrust.

“That’s my fucking boy.”

He didn’t knot him, not just yet. Dew would beg for it from the start, as the needy little thing always did, but Aether knew better. He knew he needed time first, time to adjust, time to slowly, slowly open up to him before he could really take it all.

He was satisfied for now, fucking him slow and unhurried, lazily rocking his hips back against Dew’s as the smaller ghoul took him perfectly. He wanted more, of course he wanted more, he wanted to pop that knot right in and fill Dew up real good, leave him squirming and bucking on it under him until he was an overstimulated mess.

But Dew was ambitious. He was grinding against the width of his knot already, gasping and swearing and fucking himself open on his mate’s cock.

“More, more, more–” he gasped, clawed hands clutching him tight at shoulders and waist, hips thrusting up against Aether’s, desperate to force himself further, further, until his whole world was Aether, his Aether, Aether’s protective arms, Aether’s heaving breaths, Aether’s fat fucking knot. “Please, I can take it, I need it, babe, knot me, tie me up like a bow on a Christmas present…!”

Aether chuckled. 

“You’re such a nerd for that human stuff,” his breath was coming in short, huffy pants as he reached back down. He pressed his thumb hard against Dew’s clit, gasping as he twitched and tightened around him. The stimulation made Dew’s jaw slack and his eyes go wide, his entire body shuddering with a barely-repressed need. 

“Aether, oh, come onnnn…” he moaned, his legs locking together around his mate’s back, trapping him in place between his thighs. “Put it in, just put it in, knot me, please–”

“At least you’re polite,” Aether teased. He thrust against him just a bit harder, his face flushed and spine tense. He watched in awe as he sank further and further into his mate’s cunt, pushing him open little by little.

But he didn’t give in. He was so thick, and Dew was so tight…he liked to tease the smaller ghoul, but the last thing he wanted to do was actually hurt his beloved. Aether leaned in close, pressing his heavy, heaving chest to Dew’s and resting his forehead into the crook of his shoulder. He breathed in deep, Dew’s scent filling his lungs to bursting.

“Aether–!”

But the smaller ghoul’d had fucking enough. He’d begged, he’d pleaded, he’d teased, and Aether had still not given him what he wanted–what he needed. His thighs tightened all the more around Aether’s waist, pulling him in as close as physically possible and preparing himself to strike.

“You drive me fucking crazy!” Despite the other ghoul’s larger size, Dew flipped Aether easily onto his back in their nest, tightening his hold on his hips. Something bright and mischievous glittered in Dew’s eyes as he mounted his mate, and Aether gasped sharply as his weight settled comfortably against him. 

“Ohhhh, fuck–” a breath hissed out between his fangs, and the larger ghoul clasped his hands tight against Dew’s hips. But that only lasted a second before Dew snapped his hands away, holding his wrists together in one of his hands and forcing them over his head. Aether’s eyes widened in eager surprise.

“Nuh uh,” a sharp smile crossed Dew’s face. “If you’re gonna tease me, I’m gonna dish it right back.” He raised himself up, whimpering and brows knitting together as Aether’s length drew out of his cunt, only to let out a desperate cry of relief as he slammed him right back in. Aether hissed, tensing under him, his turn to writhe and buck. Now on top, now in control, Dew took the exact pace he needed, resting his entire weight on Aether’s knot, taking more and delicious more with every thrust.

“T-that’s more like it!” he gasped raggedly, shudders running along his spine with every perfect thrust. Dominant just seconds ago, all Aether could do now was jerk and whimper as his mate’s cunt threatened to swallow him whole.

“S-still think I can’t take it?” Dew’s face split into a wanton grin as he teased himself, teased Aether, grinding down against him, the both of them as jolting with electric shocks as live wires until finally… “F-fuck! Yes, yes–t-that’s it!”

Aether’s knot finally popped in like it belonged there, swelling to the point where, past his snarling, shivering desperation, he was worried for a flash that he might just break the smaller ghoul. 

He saw fucking stars. Aether came with a ferocious growl, bucking desperately as he filled his mate to absolute bursting, the both of them shuddering and swearing and absolutely feral with the overwhelming feel of the other’s body.

“Dew, Dew, Dewdewdewdew–” he moaned his name so much, so fast that the letters blended together to mush in his fanged mouth, his wrists pushing with a new desperation against their bonds. His breath came heavily as he floated back down to earth, suddenly overwhelmingly aware of every brush of Dew’s skin, feeling every perfect inch of the other ghoul against him.

“Fuck…” he gasped, eyes wide and glazed. “Fuck.”

But Dew wasn’t done, and Aether knew he wouldn’t be satisfied until he was as spent as the ghoul knotting him. He pressed his wrists against Dew’s palms again, asking silently to be let go…but Dew had other ideas. Still shuddering, still gasping, still staring down the barrel of his release, Dew’s ferocious grin only widened.

Now, it was Aether’s turn to beg as he slowly settled back into their nest.

“Babe, let me touch you,” he gasped, wrists jerking in Dew’s palms, but he still didn’t relent. “Let me touch your clit. Dew, please.” Still, nothing. “Dew, Dew, please…let me jack you off, anything, anything, I wanna make you cum so bad!”

“Shh…” perfectly full and so deleriously close, all Dew could do was grind and grind and grind and take it. “You will.”

Aether’s knot filled him up so fucking good, too fucking good, and thankfully it only took him a couple thrusts, a couple throbs of his mate’s knot pushing him open and it hit him with the weight of a semi-truck. Suddenly he was cumming hard, hard, hard, the intense waves of it making the edges of his vision fuzz black for a long, dizzy heartbeat.

“F-fuck, fuck, fuck…” he nearly collapsed against Aether’s broad chest with the intensity of it all, every inch of him shuddering and gasping as the feeling crashed over him, and slowly, slowly ebbed back out. He finally released his mate’s wrists, his palms bracing against his chest in a desperate attempt to stay afloat. Freed, Aether’s hands were immediately on him, cradling the back of his head, rubbing sweetly over his back, pulling him in to cuddle needily close as he rode out the wave after wave of unbridled pleasure around his knot. He couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride alongside it all.

His Dew always took him so fucking well.

“That’s it…” Aether purred, a deep, sweet rumbling filling his chest as he guided his mate to rest fully against him. Dew was shaking slightly as he tucked the top of his head just under Aether’s jaw, his breath coming in heavy, pleased pants. “That’s right.”

“...Woof.” Dew sighed, almost dreamily as he slowly floated down, squeezing Aether tight between his thighs. “Merry fuckin’ Christmas to me.”

“Yeah,” Aether smiled, reaching down just far enough to affectionately chuck Dew under the chin, but not enough to disturb their embrace. He chuckled softly. “Hail Santa, I guess.”

His eyes drifted shut happily to the sound of Dew’s laughter, prepared to face the long winter night content and warm in his mate’s embrace.

[im-the-antonymph-of-your-mom]

The new xkcd just made me cry

[im-the-antonymph-of-your-mom]

https://xkcd.com/3184

[generaljenobi]

[mylittleredgirl]

that moment when you cross the point of no return with a character should be accompanied by a specific chime i think. like 🔔 congratulations! this one has been installed in the Permanent Collection and you will never stop thinking about them as long as you live

[dogpuppy]

[vlli-moved-blog]

[thecrowsinkwell]

Wip of Adam. Just love that guy!

[divine-misfortune]

I thought it was clear (Just give it right here)

Rating: Explicit

Relationship(s): Storm/Aurora

Words: 1,322

Tags: Trans masc Storm, trans masc character topping, breeding kink, vaginal fingering, slightly improper use of quintessence

Merry Christmas @rin-thedrawberry !! T’was I, your secret Santa. This was the first time I’ve taken a crack at writing Storm, I hope you like it. And thank you to @ghostsecretsanta for putting this together, it was a lot of fun :)

Read on ao3 or below the cut

Laid out on the pristine white sheets, Aurora looked heavenly. A ghoul was not intended to be described in such a way, but with her pale curls haloed out behind her and her creamy skin glowing in the lamp light, she managed to appear borderline angelic draped in a soft satin nightgown that could hardly be considered modest. She could lift her arms over her head and tease Storm with a little glimpse of her panties (or lack there of), and judging by the little curl of her lips that was part of her plan. While Aurora may have, at a glance, seemed holy, her expression gave away her devilish intent. 

Storm licked his lips as she drew her knees together and gave him a curious trill. Playing demure, blushing like she was innocent. Her appearance was so delicate, if Storm didn't know any better he might have just believed her act. 

"Thought you'd never come." Aurora mumbled, propping herself up on her elbows. He watched the hem of her nightgown shift but stop just shy of what he wanted to see. "Almost thought you forgot about me." 

Hours earlier, under stage lights and the gaze of thousands, hand in hand with their fellow ghouls she had squeezed her little fingers between his. The buzzing in her skin traveled from her palm to his, a purposeful spark sent racing up his nerves until he could feel her magic at the edge of his awareness. Storm had glanced at her from the corner of his eye when it caressed like gentle fingers at his mind, a quiet request for permission to enter. He shuddered at the sensation of quintessence but tried to relax, to allow her in, and Storm could feel her smile through the tether she'd created. Aurora whispered into his consciousness, a breathy plea of want. He could feel her desire trickling into him, enough to fill both of their proverbial cups, but the sympathetic throb between his legs had his filled to the very brim. Even when they parted and that artificial connection was severed it lingered. Dripping through him slowly, sending heat through his veins. She'd left him with a persistent, nagging desire of his own. A distracting arousal that craved her for relief, and it led her straight back to her without fail. 

"I could never." Storm assured as he moved from the foot of the bed. Drawn closer by that little hook Aurora had left behind when her magic withdrew. She reached out to touch his cheek when he crawled over her, sending another spark running through him. "You're driving me too crazy for that, Rora."

"I drive you crazy?" She asked, parting her legs to allow him to slot between them. 

"Don't play dumb." He mumbled as he slid his palm up her thigh, pushing that nightgown higher. "Told me you've been dreaming about my cock, 'course that is going to drive me fucking crazy." 

His fingers brushed along the cut of her hip as they traveled, and as he suspected, he found skin instead of lace. Aurora bit her lip, coy as the day is long, when he stroked his thumb over her smooth mound. Freshly shaved. Clearly, she'd been planning, and Storm was helpless to her whims. What a princess wanted, a princess got. 

"I'm aching for it." Aurora combed her fingers through his hair till she found the back of his neck where she pulled him down into a kiss he eagerly melted into. The taste of cake batter lipgloss and cherry coke lingering on her tongue was intoxicating, a sweetness that Storm could only expect from her. "Want you to fill me," she took his wrist and guided it higher to settle beneath her navel. Flat on her belly. "Want it right here."

"Rora—" Storm mumbled, almost like he was warning her for the suggestion. She simply smiled like she was innocent. 

"You could." She pushed his hand back to her cunt. "Nobody would know. Not for a few months at least. Wouldn't start to show till after tour ends." 

He dragged his fingers down her slit, spreading her lips to find her already wet. Wet enough his middle digit, thick as it was, slipped into her with ease. Aurora's lips parted with a gasp as he pet her soft inner walls at a lazy pace. Exploratory rather than purposeful. 

"Little thing like you would start to show fast." He chuckled, a warm rumble that had her really flushing for him. A cotton candy pink blush. Storm had never had a sweet tooth before her, but she left him hungry for another taste at every turn. "Wouldn't be able to hide it once I knocked you up."

"Don't care about hiding." She whined. A petulance he normally would not have entertained but Aurora had learned how to play him far too well for him to really deny. "Please baby, don't make me beg." 

"But I want to hear how bad you want it."

Her brows drew together, a little half frustrated sound from somewhere in her throat. It was an expression she rarely wore, embarrassment. A good look on her. Despite it, she still fluttered around his finger. Gripping him in a way that might have been convincing enough on another day, but not with what she was asking him for. He wanted to hear it, confirm to himself that the way it sounded in his fantasies would ring similar in reality. 

"Please—Give me a litter, fill me with your kits." Aurora's arms found their way around his neck, her voice dropping to something softer. Feminine and breathy in a way that went straight to his dick to reignite that ache he'd felt when she pushed her desires into his head. "Want you to breed me like I'm yours." 

Storm groaned, the purr of her words curled in his ears and stroked pleasurably through his mind. The sensation shuddered through him. He wanted to chase the heat down between his thighs, rub at his cock through the the layers of cotton that suddenly felt oppressive. More than want, Storm needed to be inside of her. Feel that tight, hot cunt fluttering around his dick just like it was around the one, now two fingers scissoring her open. He wondered how much she could take, just what would make her gape - if Mountain left her ruined and clenching around nothing. Insatiable thing like her, he could only imagine if even that would be enough. 

He pulled away from her embrace and withdrew his fingers which came away thoroughly coated in her arousal. Strands of slick connecting the two digits as he spread them, admiring the way it caught the light for a brief moment. He couldn't wait, quickly shedding what little clothes he had to finally get a hand on himself. Took those same fingers and brought them to frame his cock jutting out from between his folds, plump and pink. Storm wanted to see how it looked resting on her soft tongue, but it was a fantasy to chase another time. They were both growing impatient, her somehow more so than him, having replaced Storm's fingers in her cunt with three of her own. So much smaller, it hardly filled her the same way, and her mounting frustration had started to show on her face. Aurora worried her bottom lip with her fangs, eyes fixed on where he began to pet his t-dick. Every little touch was going straight to his head, watching her falling apart didn't help him any either. 

"Say it again." Storm rasped, jerking himself off at a restrained pace. He would drag this out, until he could give her exactly what she demanded. 

"Knock me up." Aurora moaned as she took her fingers out, spreading herself to show her hole clenching around nothing. Empty and dripping, waiting to take him, for him to make her a mommy. 

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[queerpyracy]

"wahh i only like enemies to lovers if it's gay bc i don't want men to be mean to women" what about a woman doing heinous shit to a man and that man (who also sucks) being pathetically psychosexually obsessed with her. you people have no fucking vision. if you were willing to read & write women doing actual wrongs this wouldn't be a problem. let that female character commit atrocities with the sole goal of ruining one guy's life while they have weird sexual tension about it

[couriernewvegas]

[e-102]

they hire me as the gray disembodied hands that be groping gay men in comics on pixiv and it don’t pay well but it’s honest work

[kuttithevangu]

be crustpunk be DIY whatever just don’t be the crustpunk DIY triangle shirtwaist factory ok. it’s not fostering community if you kill people

[queen-susans-revenge]

My kids' elementary school teacher died in the Ghost Ship Fire, where an "artists collective" housed in an unlawfully converted warehouse held an underground concert that ended up killing 36 people in 2016.

They didn't believe in The Man. Or fire codes.

Please keep fighting The Man but the fire codes need to stay my guys

[rapidlydecayingcorpse]

“oooh i need junji ito to write me an essay” okay so youre a little baby so youre a little baby waby who needs mommys help

[rapidlydecayingcorpse]

not junji ito. where did he come from. this is supposed to say chatgpt

[kla1991]

[berrybitty]

seasonal / special pochettes - animal crossing: new horizons

[batsandboba]

and i don’t even like staying up this late i just do it