hornyposting and permanent #haternight resident. will also vent here because main doesnt need to see that. also rpf sometimes if i dont feel like posting it to main. dedmaus priv that isnt actually priv you just gotta not be a minor. he/him. if rbs are on go ahead and rb idgaf
welcome back to #haternight i think if ghost wants to prove they give a fuck about all of their fans and not just ones with money and location bias they should stream their rituals like mcr does. dont ban phones and risk having the majority of your concerts be lost media then go and complain people are sneaking recordings to stop that from happening.
fans used to stream ghost concerts too i was in the live chat for a few of them for imperatour/reimperatour. its entirely possible. tobias forgets he has fans. hes too committed to his ocs aesthetic and bands reputation as an exclusive experience rather than an enjoyable one to remember that though
welcome back to #haternight i think if ghost wants to prove they give a fuck about all of their fans and not just ones with money and location bias they should stream their rituals like mcr does. dont ban phones and risk having the majority of your concerts be lost media then go and complain people are sneaking recordings to stop that from happening.
welcome back to #haternight i think if ghost wants to prove they give a fuck about all of their fans and not just ones with money and location bias they should stream their rituals like mcr does. dont ban phones and risk having the majority of your concerts be lost media then go and complain people are sneaking recordings to stop that from happening.
the Mpreg Is Weird crowd makes no sense to me. you never been so incredibly horny for some dude that you have no choice but to imagine him pregnant??? get real.
I don't know what possessed me...feral t4t raindrop sex I guess.
@sphylor and @riverghoulsworld I offer you both an egg in these trying times.
Explicit below the cut; contains oviposition, tentacle fucking, and some mildly dubious consent towards the end.
The grass was not a kind or very pleasant sensation on his back, but the slight tickle and cold drag of it against his body was one of the few things Dew could confidently tether his mind to. Normally, this early on, Dew would still be a semblance of collected but like this it was harder. Without the glamor, without the need or true capability to retain humanity, in the true shape of a demon, Dew was slipping. Slipping fast.
Rain wasn't helping either, but Rain was further gone than he was. Dew couldn't fault him, what with the moon as full as it was. His rut had him by the throat, and Rain in turn had him by his. All he could do was dig his claws into the cool earth and take whatever shallow breaths Rain's inconsistent grip allowed him.
It could have been hours, or maybe even minutes. Dew had lost track of the concept of time the second the sound reached his ears, haunting and enthralling. Familiar like water droplets on glass. By the time he'd found Rain, the water ghoul was already reduced to instinct and need. They ended up in the grass, bodies desperately slotted together. His scent alone had Dew dizzy. It was all he needed to be coaxed back to the fur and shredded, singed fins from another life.
The place their bodies met felt feverishly hot. With the way Rain frantically rocked their hips together all Dew could hear the obscenely slick sound and the pulse in his own throat. Rain pushed his leg further with a low whine, trying to chase the angle that really allowed the drag of his engorged clit through Dew's folds. Every little nudge against his own left Dew reeling and weakly trying to meet the movements.
"Fuh..." Rain opened his mouth but could barely managed the single syllable. His brain was too clouded by heat and primal instinct to remember proper words. The sound dragged and dissolved into something close to a cry, as shrill as it was, it stoked the fire in Dew's belly.
"No words Rainy," Dew quickly reassured when he faltered and scowled in frustration. "Don't, don't need to talk, just take what you need."
He watched a sort of relief soften his features, eyes drawing shut in his concentration, and Dew felt another sort of warmth in his chest. Endearment. Rain was beautiful like this, scales and translucent fins making him ethereal in the moonlight. A mix of sweat and lakewater clung to his skin, droplets glittering like stars. The sheen on his body caught the cool night breeze causing goosebumps to dimple his skin, and made his nipples stand stiff. He truly was a siren, and Dew was well past enthralled. He couldn't take his eyes off him if he wanted to, and he did not.
Rain's lips parted wordlessly, abruptly pulling his hand from Dew's throat to the space between them. His eyes followed to watch the water ghoul curl his fingers inside himself, thighs trembling as he chittered with a slight urgency. He almost folded in on himself with a strangled sound.
"Oh-"
He jerked his hand away suddenly, hips bucking. A string of slick connected his fingers to his cunt as he withdrew, the thick muscular appendage creeping cautiously out after him, trying to immediately find friction against Dew's inner thigh.
Seeing Rain's tentacle always made his brain full on fizzle out. Stopped his thoughts in their tracks and left his cunt feeling stupidly empty.
"Oh Lucifer…" He breathed, tongue darting out to wet his lips. "You gonna fuck me?"
The water ghoul trilled, watching Dew through heavily lidded eyes. He swore there was a faint glow to them. The suckers along the underside caught against his clit as it ghosted over him, eager to explore the heat beneath it. Dew bit his lower lip, body unwillingly twitching upwards to meet it. If just seeing his tentacle made him restart, feeling the tapered tip circling his entrance sent his brain entirely offline.
It pushed into him without hesitation, the sound of it beyond obscene.
His eyes roll with a gasp.
It was thicker than usual, bigger than he was used to. Much like the rest of Rain, it was cool to the touch and more importantly, wet. He could feel Rain's slick seeping out of him as it worked its way deeper, rubbing curiously against his inner walls.
Rain's head tipped back as he tried, seemingly in vain, to thrust into him. His tentacle had a mind of its own, moving as it pleased despite Rain’s little movements. The moan that spilled out of him was enough to make his little cock throb.
He’d been content to let Rain and his heat-addled brain rut himself exhausted against his cunt, even if the only real pleasure Dew could derive from it was brief and far from enough. He knew Rain needed this more than he did, that didn’t change the fact his body still wanted.
The sensation of the suction cups catching along his walls, while not unpleasant, drew a feeble cry from Dew. It wriggled its way deeper until Rain’s mound was entirely flush to his, and the fire ghoul still didn’t feel close enough.
“Kiss me, kiss me, fuck, please.” Dew reached for him, voice pitched in a whine but Rain was just out of his grasp. His ribs felt confining. Desperation was apparently contagious. He wanted him closer. Selfishly needed Rain to encompass him entirely.
Rain dipped down to catch Dew’s lips and he never wanted to let him go, fingers finding purchase in the slightly damp curls at the nape of his neck. He could taste the faint essence of something metallic on Rain’s tongue, and the taste of blood didn’t surprise him. It went straight to his head. His brain, already fuzzy around the edges, felt further away. Not gone entirely, but if it meant letting Rain and his siren’s song in deeper, he’d gladly let go of it.
Dew winced suddenly as the tip of his tentacle prodded deeper. It probed against his cervix for much longer than Dew would have liked, he tried to endure it, nails digging into Rain’s bony shoulders, but the appendage didn’t retreat and neither did Rain.
He mewled weakly into his mouth, protest gone entirely ignored as Rain’s grip on him seemed to tighten. Instead of just rubbing against his cervix, Rain's tentacle pushed against it and he greedily drank in Dew’s sob. It was an unexpected and sharp feeling, the intrusion bringing literal tears to his eyes.
He couldn’t tell if Rain was shushing his cries or hissing at him for trying to wriggle out of his vise. Rain was intent on keeping him in place, even more so when Dew could feel sudden swell pushing down the length of his tentacle. His eyes went wide as Rain tucked his face into the crook of his neck, open mouth panting and licking over the old scars of his gills.
“Nn…Take, fuck, clutch,” Rain groaned, the first true words he’d managed to get out.
It was about the size of a golf ball and firm, forcing the entrance to his womb further open. Dew tore fistfuls of grass from the ground, full body shaking from the strain of it. When the first egg pushed past the tight ring of muscle Dew saw stars in his vision, the pain was white hot. The tears brimming in his eyes finally streamed down his cheeks.
After the first came the second and the third and the pain began to meld into pleasure as his body grew accustomed to the intrusion. His sobs died down into hoarse moans, left pathetically clinging to Rain. After the third his brain felt like it had melted from the conflicting sensations, dripping out of him just like Rain’s slick.
He’d lost count of them quickly. Rain’s eggs had pushed the last of the thoughts from his head. The water ghoul filled his body, his mind, his everything. All there was to Dew anymore was Rain.
His body spasmed weakly at one point, orgasm wracking his frame. All he could manage was a whimper and a hiccup through his slowing tears.
With a final stretch and a sudden gush of fluid inside him, Rain’s tentacle withdrew from him. Content to curl back inside Rain’s body as he shakily untangled their limbs. Dew felt a fresh wave of tears spilling over at the loss of physical contact but Rain wasn’t gone long, rearranging himself to be tucked into Dew’s side. The water ghoul rested his hand against his belly, thumb petting over the skin, and Dew could barely pick his head up to see the swell to his stomach.
Rain purred and nuzzled his cheek against Dew’s ribs. He felt like relief, cool against his feverish skin, the low and pleased vibrations lulling the fire ghoul into a drowsy state.
