minors dni || 30s || i have a lot of thoughts about ghouls and i'm making it everyone else's problem
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Mal, 30s, they/them. Truly the worst water ghoul. Religious lore, linguistics, excessive worldbuilding, Into The Eyes Of Fire (aka priest au), and those two guys from the Dance Macabre video. Have fun, be gay (optional but encouraged), respect people (not optional).
I will not apologize for the filth you're about to witness. Minors get blocked on sight, ageless blogs are on thin ice at the best of times. I block so liberally you wouldn't even believe it and I genuinely encourage you to exercise the same freedom.
Blanket ban on use of my work for literally anything, especially putting it into AI. I literally only post here, and if you see my work anywhere else I didn't give them permission and they're thieves.
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writing || answered asks || rant/vent tag || more below
My convoluted lore bullshit is tagged extensively:
the throne of ice (general worldbuilding) || tuukzhed (ghoulish language) || quintessence ghouls || fire ghouls || water ghouls || earth ghouls || shadow ghouls || air ghouls
the goth besties appreciation society - where I rapidly lose my mind about two side characters who appeared in one minute of one music video and then were never seen again. I respect the comics but I do not agree with them on this point.
mal's ace rain agenda - a long time ago my brain decided Rain was ace and now I can't write him as allo. I do not consider this to be a negative thing.
the murder ghoul revolution - sometimes, no matter how much we love to imagine the ghouls as sweet Satanic hellcats with a love of humanity and a healthy attitude towards polyamory, we like to imagine they enjoy hunting us like mice. Blanket CW for gore, murder, violence, and other such similar things. (other people's work appears in this tag too)
Tags: light degradation, feminization, rimming, anal sex, anal fingering, ass to mouth, threesome M/M/M, praise kink, facials, cum eating, choking, oral sex. era iii. dewdrop sandwich.
Summary:
Dew drops his head back against Ifrit’s shoulder, panting as the head of the fire ghoul’s cock bumps against his entrance, repeatedly teasing. “Please, Ifrit, more, I need more,” he whines, nipping at Ifrit’s jaw.
“Shit, yeah, beg for it, baby.” He grinds harder, eyes glazing over.
Aether watches them melt into one another and bites back a moan.
“Fuck, I can’t get enough of you two.”
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Aether and Ifrit fuck Dew into a brainless pile of mush. That's it.
Read it on AO3 or under the cut:
“So wet for us, droplet,” Aether purrs, tossing his head back. Dewdrop lies spread between the two, salivating over Aether’s cock while Ifrit eats him out. He’s already drenched: chin coated in drool, dick steadily leaking precum into the sheets he ruts against, asshole coated with slick and Ifrit’s saliva. The pace is lazy but just heated enough to keep all three satiated and wanting.
The fire ghoul hums in agreement between Dew’s cheeks, earning a shiver.
“Mmm, such a good job pleasing our boy, Fritter.”
Ifrit moans, pulling back from Dew’s hole to bite and suck at the backs of his thighs, but also to admire the wetness coating them. It makes Ifrit throb. “Can’t wait to get inside this tight wet ass, baby,” he groans.
The water ghoul arches slightly and spreads himself wider for Ifrit, silently inviting him to do just that. Ifrit runs a finger around his entrance, flicking his gaze to Aether as he does so. The quintessence ghoul is looking down at him with lidded eyes and staring at Ifrit’s mouth. He beckons him with one hand.
“Let me taste you,” he says huskily.
Ifrit rises, placing a smack on Dew’s ass before he leans in to lick into Aether’s mouth. He tangles a hand in his shaggy hair, moaning at the taste of Dew on his tongue. The water ghoul pulls off Aether’s cock to watch them kiss messily, resting his cheek against the ghoul’s hip. He moans breathily as Aether pulls Ifrit’s head back to expose his neck, kissing along the long expanse of skin. Dew grinds into the mattress, enraptured by the sight above him.
Ifrit’s tail sneaks up Dew’s leg, tickling his skin. It’s a teasing touch, only suggestive. “I can feel you staring, honeydew,” Ifrit hums.
“Wanted to see,” he mumbles against Aether’s skin. He eyes their erections, centimeters from touching. When Aether busies himself by sucking marks into Ifrit’s neck, Dew wraps a small hand around them both, stroking them from tip to base and back again.
“Mmpf, so good, droplet.”
“Oh fuck—”
He cranes his neck to mouth at both of their cocks, tongue darting out to close the distance. Ifrit’s making little noises with each swipe of his tongue, rutting against Aether who’s got his forehead pressed to the fire ghoul’s collarbone, watching Dew between them. He sucks at them messily, spreading spit and salty precum across their lengths. He wants them as wet as he is, dripping and shiny.
“Yeah, baby, just like that,” Ifrit sighs as the water ghoul takes him fully into his mouth, giving him the same lazy pace as he had with Aether. He’s longer than Aether; Dew has to fully hollow out his cheeks to accommodate his size, but the bump of the head against the back of his throat has him keening all the same.
Aether kisses Ifrit again, all fang this time. It’s shameless and carnal and has the fire ghoul practically melting into the two.
“Fuck, such good boys for me,” Aether groans, fisting a hand into Dew’s hair and pulling. Dew whines through his nose, still swallowing Ifrit’s dick. It’s cute, albeit a little defiant.
“Come up here, droplet,” Aether says smoothly, pulling him up and off with a soft pop. He slots Dew between them, back pressed against Ifrit and chest to chest with Aether. They press against him and roam their hands over his lithe body, pressing, groping, caressing. He’s overwhelmed with their touch, quickly becoming pliant and desperate. Truthfully, they’re all a little desperate now; Ifrit ruts against Dew’s ass, cock snug between his asscheeks, and Aether wraps a hand around his and Dew’s lengths, coating them with more slick. He wills them both impossibly closer, wanting to be taken, to be owned.
Dew drops his head back against Ifrit’s shoulder, panting as the head of the fire ghoul’s cock bumps against his entrance, repeatedly teasing. “Please, Ifrit, more, I need more,” he whines, nipping at Ifrit’s jaw.
“Shit, yeah, beg for it, baby.” He grinds harder, eyes glazing over.
Aether watches them melt into one another and bites back a moan. “Fuck, I can’t get enough of you two.” Dew looks at him under his long lashes, pupils blown through lidded eyes. He smirks lazily and reaches his slender hand down to wrap around Aether’s rough and calloused one, following his strokes. Dew mewls with the added pressure. He guides Aether to match Ifrit’s pace, hypnotized by the slide of their cocks against him from both sides.
“Fuck, please, I need it,” Dew begs again.
“Oh, honeydew,” Ifrit groans. “Aethe, let me, he’s—fuck—he’s so wet and open for us.”
“Satanas, isn’t he?” Aether removes his hand from around their cocks, wrapping both his arms to rest just above Ifrit’s ass. He squeezes the three of them together, still not close enough, nuzzling into where Ifrit’s and Dew’s necks are wrapped around each other.
“Why don’t you fill him up, Fritter?” He grinds against Dew, pushing his hips so they buck into Ifrit’s. “Fuck our princess until he can’t see straight?”
Dew whines and spreads his knees apart, already trying to sink himself onto Ifrit.
“Let me, baby,” he breathes against the shell of Dew’s ear, reaching down to press a finger against his slick hole. “Bet you don’t even need me to stretch you.” He slips the tips of two fingers inside him and strokes around the ring of muscle, humming as Dew clenches around them. More slick dribbles onto Ifrit’s fingers and into his palm. “Fuck, you’re dripping, oh Lucifer.”
Dew’s cock kicks against Aether’s, and the quintessence ghoul snakes his hands between them to pinch at his ringed nipples. “Please,” Dew rasps, sinking further onto Ifrit’s fingers.
Before he can get very far, Ifrit removes his fingers and holds them out to Aether who happily takes them in his mouth, tasting once again that sweet headiness of Dew. The water ghoul whines, letting his head loll completely back onto Ifrit’s shoulder. His cock is back at his entrance again, rubbing and teasing against the slick hole.
“Let me hear you,” Ifrit whispers, taking his hand back from Aether and gripping Dew’s hips. He presses in easily but agonizingly slow. “Tell us how much you love my cock, baby.”
“Ssshiit, yeah,” Dew moans, loud and wanton. Aether leans in and licks the sound off his lips, kissing him slowly and deeply. He keens into Aether’s mouth as Ifrit bottoms out, hips flush against his ass.
Aether smirks and drags his mouth messily down Dew’s jaw, nipping and sucking a path to his ear. He sucks the lobe into his mouth and worries it. “You love when Fritter fills you up, yeah?”
“I—mmpf—love it, feels s’good, ah,” he answers immediately, writhing and gasping as Ifrit starts to move.
Ifrit groans too, gripping now at Dew’s slim waist. His wetness coats Ifrit’s cock and creeps down onto the tops of his thighs. The filthy display spurs something in him. “Seven hells; Aethe get your mouth on him, wanna make him scream.”
“Fuck fuck fuck yes please please,” Dew chants. He watches as Aether mouths down his body, silver hair falling to frame his flushed face.
Aether locks eyes with the water ghoul as he continues his descent. “Fuck, princess, look at you,” he says, breath just ghosting over the head of his cock. Yet another bead of precum drools out of the tip, adding to the endless amounts already coating his throbbing length. Aether hums and presses the pad of a finger against the slit, spreading the milky fluid. “Like when we call you princess, don’t you?”
Dew bites his lip and nods, eyes rolling as Ifrit thrusts into him. “Mmm, m’your p-princess,” he moans.
“That’s a good girl,” Aether growls, taking Dew’s cock into his mouth, immediately sinking all the way down.
“Fuck,” the other two groan simultaneously. Aether’s fast with it, taking Dew entirely with every suck, swallowing every drop of slick he milks out. Dew is completely boneless against them now, hands loosely fisted in Aether’s hair while his head falls back onto Ifrit’s shoulder. His tail thumps erratically against the bed as they ravish him.
Ifrit slides his arms up from Dew’s waist to wrap around his torso, palms against his belly and sternum. He squeezes a little, earning a whimper from Dew’s drooling mouth. Ifrit speeds up his thrusts, leaning Dew slightly forward to get a better angle. He ends up nearly bent over Aether, weakly bracing himself on his shoulders. He doesn’t have to, not really—Ifrit’s bearing all his weight for him.
Aether pulls off and replaces his mouth with his hand, matching the pace of Ifrit’s thrusts. He nuzzles into the crook of Dew’s neck, mouthing at the junction of his shoulder. Dew thinks for a fleeting moment that he’s going to sink his teeth right into the flesh, drawing crimson. But Aether just laves his tongue over the spot, tasting.
“So pretty for us, droplet,” he purrs. “And Ifrit’s being such a good boy, fucking you silly. Isn’t he?”
Dew’s too deep to respond any more beyond a gasp, eyes glazed over, and all senses dialed in to Ifrit’s cock and Aether’s hand. The fire ghoul’s hitting his prostate almost constantly, and he’s so warm, and Dew is so wet, and Aether’s hand is so big around him it’s almost too much.
“Ah—oh—ohw—mmpf—” Dew struggles.
Ifrit brushes some stray hair back off Dew’s sweaty face. “You wanna say something, honeydew?” Ifrit slows down, allowing some of the haziness to fade from Dew’s brain. Aether’s hand slows too, and he peppers his neck with soft kisses, encouraging.
“Fuck,” he chokes out. “Own me.”
“Shit.”
“Fuck yes.”
The atmosphere turns possessive in an instant. Ifrit pulls out suddenly and moves closer to the head of the bed. He yanks Dew’s hips back so he falls forward onto the mattress, face inches from Aether’s groin. He barely has time to lift himself up before the fire ghoul grabs a fistful of hair at the base of his neck and pulls, thrusting back into him at the same time. Dew wails with it, back arching and claws digging into the sheets.
Aether grabs his jaw and grips firmly, borderline rough. He pushes a thumb past his lips and pulls down, exposing the soft, red inside of his mouth. His tongue lolls out, already anticipating Aether’s heavy length. Aether spits onto it instead, savoring the way Dew whines when the saliva hits his tongue, his claws just barely grazing the threads of the sheets.
Aether flicks his tail behind him. “Let me use that pretty mouth,” he says gruffly. The water ghoul nods as much as he’s able with both of their iron grips. Aether swipes his fingers across the inside of Dew’s cheek, coating the digit, admiring the way Dew’s eyes flutter closed.
He makes a show of rubbing the saliva over his dick, knowing Ifrit is peering over Dew’s shoulder. He teases the head against his tongue before pushing in. Dew takes it all, swallowing greedily around him. “Yeah, that’s a good girl.”
It's a mirror of their previous position, but Dew is infinitely fuller now. The slide of their cocks inside of him is dizzyingly sinful. Ifrit fucks into him which causes him to fuck onto Aether, and it’s so good. It’s a strangely comforting feeling being used—being able to sink all the way down, to just shut off. No snide remarks, no brattiness, no clever tricks. Just a good little princess, as they lovingly call him.
Ifrit grips his hipbone hard enough to leave marks—deep red and purple against the ashen gray. The hold on his hair tightens further, resulting in a throaty moan from the water ghoul. The sound vibrates across Aether’s dick—seeing Dew’s wet mouth stretch around his cock and the expressions on Ifrit’s face as he thrusts makes Aether fatten up, completely rigid in Dew’s throat.
“Gonna pain that pretty face, droplet,” he warns, pulling out and stroking hard and fast.
Ifrit moves the hand on Dew’s hip to curl around the base of his neck. The pressure goes straight to his neglected cock and makes his brain go fuzzy, pulse fluttering and mouth slack. Ifrit tosses his head back as he holds Dew as still as he can while still rolling his hips. It’s picture-perfect.
The quintessence ghoul cums with a gasp, milky-white rivulets splashing across Dew’s cheeks and lips. Thick fluid pools on his tongue, and Dew swallows it greedily.
“Good girl,” Aether pants, running a finger through the drops on his cheeks and feeding it back to him. “Take it all.”
Dew struggles to stay afloat, arms wobbling as Ifrit’s hips start to falter in their rhythm. He keeps the hand on Dew’s throat but abandons the grip on his hair to reach down for his leaking cock instead.
Dew’s eyes roll to the back of his head, wheezing as Ifrit wraps a hand around him. That’s all it takes to pull the band close to snapping.
“Let’s see you cum for us, princess,” Ifrit rasps. He lets go of Dew’s neck and pulls him up and back against his chest, hips audibly snapping against Dew’s ass as he thrusts hard and fast. His hand grips the head of Dew’s cock, tight and shallow jerks that make him twitch and shudder. Dew can’t help the slew of unbidden moans that fall from his lips. He tucks his chin to his chest, knees threatening to buckle and close together as he comes with a drawn-out shout. Endless amounts of fluid shoot up to coat his stomach and dribble over Ifrit’s hand. Thick slick drools from his ass onto Ifrit’s cock, and he shudders as Dew clenches around him.
“So. Fucking. Wet. Fuck,” Ifrit grunts, punctuating each messy, stuttering thrust. He can’t help but bury his face into Dew’s neck and clamp his mouth onto the muscle as he cums. He plunges himself as deep as he can go as his cock kicks inside, filling Dew’s tight little body.
“Yeah, mark him, Fritter. Such a good boy,” Aether breathes. He’s been watching, rapt and attentive. “Satanas, look at you,” he says to Dew, eyeing the cum dripping down his belly and running down his inner thighs.
Dew cries out as Ifrit bites harder, close to breaking skin. It’s burning and overstimulating, but his cock kicks weakly one last time because of it. Ifrit stills with a heavy sigh, both groaning as he slowly pulls out.
Aether catches Dew as he goes limp, falling out of Ifrit’s grasp. Dew’s arms shake as they fail to brace against Aether’s chest. He’s looking at Aether but not really seeing, eyes glazed over and a little shiny. Aether guides him to nuzzle closer and rubs little circles into his back as he comes down fully. He’s still panting, little moans escaping every third or so breath.
Ifrit rises from his haunches and scootches in behind Dew, embracing both of them gently.
“We’ve got you, baby,” he says. The possessive demeanors are gone, replaced with their usual caring and doting post-coital selves. Soft purrs rumble from Ifrit’s chest, lulling and content. Aether purrs too, the deeper sound reverberating through them. It pulls Dew gradually back to the present, grounding and safe. After a few more moments his own purrs complete their triad in satiated harmony.
Dew sighs happily and mumbles something against Aether’s chest, attempting to burrow his face into his pec.
“What’s that, droplet?”
“Mm, like being your princess,” he repeats. Aether chuckles at that. Ifrit trills happily against his back, kissing him sweetly on the cheek.
He doesn't particularly need to, not while laying on his back like this, but it's still a thought that drifts through his head. Lazy as the elegant hand that brings the joint to his lips, fingertips cool against chapped skin. Swiss should say no, he's way too stoned already, but even so -
"C'mon, open up. For me?"
Rain coos it with a playful pout, rocking his hips and earning a pleasure-filled eyeroll for it. Swiss groans through his teeth at the soft heat of Rain's cunt, the way it glides along the unbearably stiff length of his cock. It's made so much worse by the way Rain's wrapped his ever-so-lovely tentacle around his shaft - the suction, the pressure, the way Rain uses it to grind? It's not unfair to say the only thing keeping Swiss' load in his balls is knowing how disappointed Rain will be if it doesn't end up inside him.
Turns out he's got all the willpower in the world when the need arises.
He flicks his tongue out when Rain caresses his lower lip, and the fuzzy feeling living in his chest amplifies a thousand times when he sees the casual smile on Rain's face.
"Fuck, you're so pretty."
It's thick, slurred, but he means it with all his heart. The summertime sunlight coats him in gold, blue-black waves sitting perfectly disheveled atop his tilted head and the hair between his thighs glistening with their combined excitement. There's a particularly playful glimmer in his eye, one he's had since Swiss woke up and found him casually humping a pillow with a pair of fat joints and a lighter in hand. He certainly wasn't complaining.
He just hadn't expected Rain to feed him both of them.
"Sure y'wont share, angelfish?"
Every one of his nerves lights up when Rain gives a soft chuckle, pulling the smokable away in favor of cupping Swiss' cheek. He leans into it with a happy sigh, nuzzling, scratching at Rain's palm with his stubble.
"Not today," Rain replies, easy as anything. Like he hasn't been straddling Swiss for the better part of an hour, in various stages of dress but never with pants on. "I just felt like helping you indulge."
"Awful kind of you."
It comes out as one mushed up word, and this time Swiss accepts when Rain offers him the joint. Takes a deep pull that makes Rain's mouth curl at the corners, makes his eyes flash and his cunt pulse. Swiss lets his eyes fall shut as his lungs fill, the world tilts, and his exhale comes with a deeply content groan.
"You're too good t'me baby," he purrs around the last wisps of smoke, watching them swirl on the warm breeze flowing past the curtains. Rain smiles, sparkling eyes going crinkled.
"Only because I'm selfish," he says, and another rock of those perfect hips send sparks cascading down Swiss' spine. "You get so hard when you're high."
His empty hand, the one that's been busy touching Swiss everywhere it can reach, slithers down his chest, his stomach, until -
"Oh shit."
He spits it when Rain's callused fingertips find the slippery head of his cock, only the tip of it exposed where it's nestled between Rain's lips. The wriggling tip of his tentacle joins Rain's thumb, and the sound Swiss makes when both appendages start rubbing at the tender underside could only be described as baleful.
Swiss feels his balls draw up, and this time the only thing that keeps him from spilling onto his belly is a sudden rush of unnatural, cool pressure in his groin. Swiss' eyes fly open, and Rain's smile shows his fangs.
"Uh-uh," he scolds, saccharine, thumb and tentacle not ceasing their pointed assault. "I'm not nearly done enjoying myself, so neither are you."
The sing-song tone belies the predator truly above him.
