@denimpera hello!!!! I am your secret Santa from the server <<<333 have part 1 of your gift my love!
800 words of toxic mistrora. Aurora expects something more, mist only wanted sex. Enjoy <3
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Smoke billowed from the lawn chair as Aurora stepped outside.
There was something about the summer nights air that put her at ease. Maybe the warm breeze and clear sky, or the fresh smell of the lake and blooming plants around. She took a deep breath as she shut the sliding door behind her.
“When did you wake up?” Mist ashed her cigarette to the side of her chair, into the dirt. She didn’t lean into Auroras slow embrace, but sighed as her arms wrapped around her from behind. There was a cotton candy sweetness, like she had put on more perfume before she walked out. A little suffocating, bordering nausea from how sugary it smelled, but Mist gave her hand a kiss anyways.
“Couple minutes ago” Aurora giggled. As she came around front Mist assumed that was partially a lie. Her lingerie was back on, a pretty pink set that had been discarded on the floor before Mist left the room. It was paired with a sheer babydoll that Aurora hadn’t been wearing prior.
Part of it weighed on Mists mind. The little details that she new Aurora would want her to notice, but knew it wasn’t in the way she actually was. It seemed juvenilely desperate, though it was truly hard to blame her. Aurora was young, even by ghoul age she was considerably younger than Mist was. It was something that felt decently present every time they were together, equally attractive and also annoying at the same time.
“Need your beauty sleep princess” Mist took another drag of her cigarette “go get comfy, can’t have my pretty thing up all night”
“Well then maybe you’ll have to tire me out”
“Not tonight doll. I'll see you another time, alright?”
Aurora paused, unwrapping her arms from around Mists torso.
“Another time? You’re not coming back to bed with me?”
Mist sighed, and put out her cigarette in the old water bottle beside her. It was full of old roaches, most likely left by Dewdrop. And Mist always tells him to throw it out when he’s done, but this time she couldn’t argue about the convenience.
“My bed misses me, been making my way around the abbey, sometimes I need a night to myself” she chuckled.
“But your girlfriend will miss you”
“My what?” Mist gave Aurora a confused look that slowly melted into something that resembled pity, and with the way Auroras face started to fall, she could tell that there had been some sort of miscommunication.
“Your- I thought-” Aurora stammered. Had Aurora read the situation wrong? They were common hook up partners, and with Mists choice of words she just assumed it was something a little more.
“You thought what?” The air felt heavier, strangely warmer than when Aurora first came out, “what did you think we had”
“Something … I guess”
Aurora stood awkwardly in front of her, the lingerie now being not enough clothing to hide herself in. She didn't want to study Mists gaze, it felt like it had a hint of disgust in it, disbelief.
“You're sweet and all, but I never thought of it that way"
“But.. you’ve been in my bed for weeks” Aurora blinked, “you called me your doll, and now you're saying there's nothing there?”
“i’m saying this has been sex, and nothing more”
“Youve been using me?”
“Look rora, you’re sweet an all” Mist sighed, carding a hand through her hair, “I just don’t want to be mates with you. Sorry if you took this as something different but-”
“You're saying I misconstrued this?”
“I am, because you did. I hook up with you the same as ifrit, the same as pebble, the same as cumulus. You’re gorgeous, and a lot of fun, but I don't want anything else”
Aurora stood in front of her stunned. She felt embarrassed, mortified that she dared to assume that this was something more serious.
“But I thought- I thought I was your doll”
“Just sex sweetheart. Do you also think Ifrit eats from a bowl when i’m not around?” it was a fickle thing. Mist truly didn’t intend to hurt her but there was nothing about this that indicated it was something more. Though neither really knew how to proceed, tears welled up in Auroras eyes, the late night and vulnerable state leaving her feeling flayed open for anyone to see.
She didn’t have a response. How could she? Anything she said would humiliate her further especially considering Mist was grabbing another cigarette to light up. She didn't care, and nothing Aurora could say would make her. She froze for a moment, trying to figure out her next move as Mist acted like she wasn’t even there. She fled fast, trying to leave as quick as possible just in case Mist had one final comment, even though Aurora knew she didn't care that much.
She ripped the lingerie off of herself, purposefully standing outside of where she could see the mirror in her room. She knew hickeys littered her skin and the moment as she put the lingerie on earlier, where she admired each one with a little smile, now felt like a cruel humiliation tactic.
Hi Den, imma ask for "does that hurt? good." With Trans!Cirrus and Trans!Aefer cause teehee 🤭
anything for the dykes 🫡
transmasc cirrus, transfem aether, mean aether, cunt slapping, mommy kink. could once again read as dubcon near the end. capitalised. enjoy <3
Aether hums as she drags her fingers down Cirrus’ spine lightly, smiling softly at the shiver he lets out when she circles her index finger over one of his ruddy asscheeks, waiting for the next strike.
It doesn't come, she keeps drawing patterns on his cheeks; alternating every now and then, just to mess with his head, keep him on edge. She hums a soft tune to herself as she trails her hand back up Cirrus’ spine, sliding her fingers through his shaggy hair, chuckling lightly when he tenses. She knows he’s expecting her to grab his hair in a harsh grip and pull his head up from where he’s mushed his cheek into the sheets under them. She doesn't, just because he’s expecting it.
Instead, she brings her other hand up from the bed and slides it between his thighs, blunt nails causing goosebumps to form until she crooks two of her fingers and buries them into his cunt with no warning.
He cries out, arching his back sharply, picking his head up off of the mattress to suck in greedy gasps of air as Aether pumps her fingers in and out of him. She keeps a slow pace, but the poor things been teased for so long the direct stimulation after hours of nothing makes the knot in his gut twist tight embarrassingly fast.
Aether gently coaxes his head back down to the mattress, softly guiding until his cheek is against the sheets and drool pools at the side of his mouth. She plunges her fingers deeper, scissoring them ever so slightly when they're in as deep as they'll go, and coos at the breathless moan Cirrus lets out. She misses his sweet spot intentionally, petting up instead of down and Cirrus whines, uses the small leverage of his feet against the carpet to rock down against Aether’s thigh, moaning when he rolls his hips just right and his clit slides against the top of her thigh.
Aether stops moving her fingers and lets him go for a minute. Lets him drive himself to the edge using her thigh and still fingers, watches his ass and thighs tense as he gets close.
She pulls her fingers free, then, tsking at the sad little noise he lets out. She loosens her hand from his hair and brings them both to his waist, flipping him over on her lap. She brushes the sweat-stuck hair from his forehead and coos down at him, wipes his spit slick bottom lip with her thumb.
“Did you forget our rule, nimbus?” she lilts, tucking Cirrus’ hair behind his ear while his eyes widen. Aether laughs softly, “You did. Got too stupid on mommy’s fingers, baby?”
Cirrus gulps, nodding minutely as Aether continues to play with the wispy strands of hair at his temple. Aether’s eyes are soft but her tone is cold, even. “Answer me, boy.”
Cirrus splutters, “Y-yes, mommy.”
Aether stops playing with his hair. “Yes, what?”
“Y-yes, I got too s-stupid on your… On your fingers, moved when I shouldn't have, I'm sorry, mommy-” he rushes out, moving his hand up to hold Aether's wrist but deciding against it. Aether coos.
“Shh, sweet boy.” Aether leans down to press a kiss to his forehead, rubbing her thumb along his cheekbone. She moves that hand down, letting her fingers linger around Cirrus’ throat before they dip down the valley of his chest, making sure to avoid the tape at either side of his chest. She slides her hand down his stomach until it comes to rest at his cunt. She cups her hand briefly, palming at his clit before she draws her hand back.
She brings it down quickly, a wet slap echoing throughout the room. Cirrus squeals, squeezing his thighs together, both hands rushing to grab at Aether's wrist before she can smack him again. He lets out a weak little sob, unable to even speak.
“Hands at your sides, my little wisp.” she waits for him to obey, patient. It’s at least a minute until he removes his shaky hands from her wrist, letting them hang limp at his sides. Aether palms his cunt again, fingers sliding through wet folds to pet at his hole, purring in sympathy when he jumps at the slide of Aether's thumb circling his clit. “Aw, does that hurt?”
Cirrus nods miserably, letting out a warbling moan when Aether plunges her fingers back into his cunt. He lolls his head to the side, the drool in his mouth finally spilling over and running down his cheek onto Aether’s thigh. “Good. I'm nowhere near done with you yet, little cloud.”
Cirrus cries, wriggling on Aether’s lap. The hard cock pressing into his side only confirms Aether's declaration.
was looking at the smut prompts list and thinking evil thoughts.
#14. With dom aether brat dew please
hello beloved enjoy your depravity.
transfem dew, mean aether, could read as dubcon so tread carefully but i promise dew is very much into it and in control of the situation. capitalised for your reading pleasure.
Dew sighs, shaky, rising up on her knees slowly before dropping back down heavily in Aether’s lap. He lets out an airy moan, running his hands up Dew’s thighs to settle at her waist, squeezing lightly. He doesn’t push, doesn’t pick her up in his lap, not yet.
“Can do better than that, can’t you?” he goads, earning an eye roll and a scoff, but Dew does pick up the pace of her hips; chin to her chest, small tits bouncing every time she drops back down the length of Aether’s cock. He can’t see much of her face from where he’s lounging back against the pillows, but he can see her brows pinched together, knows she’s biting her lip to stop even the smallest noises from escaping.
Aether snaps his hips up to meet Dew on the next drop, delights in the way her shoulders hunch and she folds in on herself, bony hands scrambling for balance before finding purchase on Aether’s soft stomach, nails biting into his skin. He rolls his hips up again, grinding against Dew’s sweet spot until she hisses.
“Aeth…” she chokes out.
He ignores her, “Come on. Pick up the pace, sweetheart.”
He uses his grip on Dew’s waist to push and pull her in his lap, a cocky grin spreading across his face. “You wanted me so bad, all day, remember? Well… I’m here now, make yourself useful.”
It’s a weak spot, he knows. One he’s struck hard as he watches Dew squeeze her eyes shut, a small frown gracing her features. Almost a pout.
He lets her sulk for no more than a minute before grabbing her wrists and moving them away from his belly, holding them at her sides in a bruising grip that he uses as leverage to keep Dew still as he thrusts up into her again. She yelps, eyes wide, facade gone as she lets out a single, high pitched moan.
Her look of lax surprise is quickly replaced with one of anger, snatching her hands back to cross them over her chest. If she wasn't pouting earlier, she definitely is now.
Aether coos, overly sweet and sympathetic as he pushes a strand of hair behind Dew’s peach stained ear. “Don’t be like that, c’mon,” he gives another small twitch of his hips, enough to make Dew breathe out heavily through her nose. “or were you all talk, earlier?”
Dew scoffs again, raising one of her hands to bat Aether’s away from her face.
The loud smack and resounding whine holds the room at a standstill.
Dew keeps her head down, dark hair covering her face as she clutches her cheek with one hand, the other back on Aether’s stomach to keep her steady. She's breathing heavily, lungfuls of air being expelled in quick pants of breath as Dew tries to keep herself calm.
Aether runs his index finger along Dew’s hairline, grinning when she flinches, and trails it back to tuck the hair behind her ear again. His grin falls once he sees the minute smile on Dew’s face, self satisfied.
“Oh, you little shit-” Aether hisses out as he gathers a handful of Dew’s hair, gripping tight at the base of her skull and pulling. Hard.
He has just enough time to see that small smile morph into a grimace as he flips their positions, slipping out of Dew so he can flip her onto her stomach, using his other hand to grab both of Dew’s wrists, pinning them to her back. He pulls her head back by her hair, delighting in the gasp she lets out.
“This your plan all along, huh?” he jostles her head a little, just because he can. “Spend all day feeling me up so I'd throw you around a little?”
Dew chuckles breathlessly, hissing a sharp intake of breath when Aether tightens his fist in her hair. She has the audacity to smirk at him, watching from the corner of her eye, “Got you here, didn’t it?”
Aether’s reaction is immediate, dropping his hold on Dew’s hair in favour of pressing her hips into the mattress until she mewls at the glide of the sheets against her neglected little dick, all snark gone as she rubs her forehead across the pillow over and over again, panting into it. She tries and fails to move her hips, to thrust against the sheets and get at least a little more friction but Aether's grip on her waist is tight and steady and the revelation that she can’t move sends a thrill up her spine and makes her stomach swoop.
She's about to start begging, for show, of course, when Aether moves; using his forearm to pin Dew’s arms to her back and her chest to the mattress, reaching down between them to adjust his cock so that it slides between Dew’s barely there cheeks. She thinks he’s just going to use her like that to tease her until he nudges the blunt head of his cock against her hole suddenly, making her gasp out a small cry as she cranes her neck to try and look at Aether. He pushes in again, and Dew holds her breath. It feels good, sure, but she wants more.
“Aeth, hurts- wait a second-“ Dew’s objections are cut short by Aether using his now free hand to shove Dew’s head down into the pillow, pressing hard at her temple, chuckling when she chokes on her own hair.
“What’s your color, fireflower?” he growls into her ear, making her shiver.
She takes a few quick breaths before she whines out “Green”, and Aether takes the time to gather Dew’s hair out of her face, bunching it back up in his fist, holding it tight as he continues to hold Dew's head against the pillow.
i’m sorry this took literally eight million years, but in compensation for the wait it’s capitalised to be at least readable 🫶 1.6k of mushy swissalps. sh tw.
Swiss whistles as he walks down the worn path to the greenhouse, kicking a small rock along the way. He's got two joints in his pocket, one of which he’s planning to give to their resident overworked earth ghoul. Maybe they’ll share both of them, or, better yet, maybe they’ll shotgun them both and Swiss can get a little handsy-
All three of his ideas go out the window when he swings the door to the greenhouse open and is met with Mountain, hunched over, carving a trowel into his arm.
Mountain looks up at the sudden clang of the greenhouse door being shut, and Swiss can see his hands start to shake as he pales, eyes going wide, mouth opening and closing uselessly as he tries to come up with an explanation. He doesn't have one, he finds, and he's quick to stand up from the old, worn couch and pull his sleeve down, heedless of the blood that's trickling down his arm in rivulets, pooling in his palm.
Swiss feels rooted on the spot, eyes glued to the stain of red seeping through his dusty brown button down. Mountain keeps flicking his wrist, trying to free himself of the pooled blood on his hand as he digs that same trowel into a pot of empty soil on his workbench. It’s obvious that he has no business with it, aimlessly tossing around soil while he wipes the sweat from his brow and attempts, in a conversational tone, “Swiss, what brings you here?”
It’s casual enough to bring Swiss out of whatever shock induced trance he was in, stumbling forward before he thinks about it, catching Mountain off guard when he reaches out to roll his sleeve up. It makes Mountain jerk back like he's been burned, but he doesn't take his eyes off of the soil.
“Mountain, are you okay? What- your arm, you-” Swiss stammers inelegantly, gaping at Mountain as he continues to shovel around the soil, Swiss can see his hand shaking around the trowel, hears the breaths that are coming just a little too quick, and if he cranes his head enough to get a good look at Mountain’s eyes he can see the shimmer of unshed tears in his eyes.
“Mount…” Swiss whispers.
Mountain flinches at the tone, squeezing his eyes shut and inhaling sharply through his nose. “What do you want, Swiss?”
The crease between Mountain’s brow assures Swiss that he feels guilty about snapping at him, but he knows in this state Mountain won’t apologise. Swiss has only seen him like this once; shortly after Dewdrop’s transition, bed ridden, future uncertain. He’s wound up, stressed, closing in on himself. He knows that Mountain feels like he can’t reach out when he’s struggling, that he expects the rest of the pack to see him as a pillar to lean on and therefore can’t let his guard down for even a moment. No amount of reassuring him that no one expects that of him seems to get through to him; met only with a clipped sigh, a wave of the hand, and a practised “I’m fine, stop worrying.”, followed by him quickly walking away with the excuse of tending to the greenhouse.
Swiss wishes he could catch him before it gets this bad.
Swiss’ lack of response seems to irritate Mountain- whether it be from annoyance or fear, he doesn’t know, but Mountain holds his shoulders higher, trying to make himself as big as possible as he pulls in a shuddering breath. “Swiss,” he all but sobs out. “You can’t tell anyone.”
The wet, quickening breaths spur Swiss into action; rushing forward in the small space between them to wrap his arms around Mountain’s shoulders, clinging to him and crushing him into his chest. He holds on tight, holds on until Mountain breaks; the trowel clanging against the workbench as Mountain wraps his arms around Swiss’ middle, heaving a heavy sob into Swiss’ shoulder. Swiss runs one of his hands through Mountain’s hair, a little greasy and knotty, pressing Mountain’s face into his neck, slowly lowering them both to the ground as Mountain cries. Swiss pulls him impossibly closer, cradling him against his chest. Mountain may be taller than him but Satanas does he feel so small huddled against Swiss, shoulders shaking with sobs as he clings to Swiss’ shirt.
Swiss shushes him, whispering words of love into his hair as he presses kisses to the crown of his head, his horns. Hand cradling the back of his head, thumb tracing along his cheekbone. He cries for what feels like hours, full bodied earthquakes of sobs tampering off into gasps and desperate heaves for breath while he shudders- Swiss holding him close and rocking him the whole time. He feels lighter, somehow. Like a weight has been lifted off of his tired, tired shoulders. However, accompanying his relief is bone deep embarrassment.
He clears his throat, coughs a little, “Swiss,”
He feels Swiss hum under his cheek.
“I’m sor-“
“Mount.”
Mountain lifts his head from Swiss’ chest to look at him, questioning.
Swiss speaks slowly, seriously. “If you apologise right now, I will tickle you.”
“I-I… what? I am thou-“ he’s surprised into a sort of squawk as Swiss stays true to his word; fingers moving lightning quick against Mountain’s sides until he lets out an indignant, giggly grumble of “okay, okay!”, pushing weakly at Swiss’ chest until the torture stops. Swiss brings his hands up to hold Mountain to his chest instead, and Mountain melts against him. He lets Swiss pet him, lets Swiss get his fill while Mountain soaks up the affection.
Swiss whispers “What’s going on in that head of yours, huh?” while he traces a finger against Mountain’s temple, so quiet Mountain almost misses it entirely, other hand rubbing up and down Mountain’s back. Soothing.
Mountain takes a steadying breath, ignoring how it trembles on its way out. “So much, Swiss, I don’t even know where to start- and-“
His panicked rambling is cut off before it can even start, Swiss shushing him and tucking a lock of hair behind his ear before pressing his forehead to Mountain’s. “So much going on that if you try and pinpoint one thing, you can’t. Huh, bud?”
He says it with such understanding and patience that Mountain melts even more, nodding gently against Swiss’ forehead, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. “Everything’s just… too much.”
Swiss answers with a hum before asking; “So… when did that start?”
Mountain moves back a little so he can look at Swiss fully, his posture is open and comforting, like he really cares. Like he doesn’t mean any harm or judgement. “Shortly after, um, Dew’s transition. When- when everything was crazy,” he trips over himself trying to veer away from seeming like he’s blaming Dew- he’s not-
“Hey, evergreen. I gotcha, it’s not Dew’s fault. Everything was hectic then.” right. He said that part out loud.
Mountain fidgets with the hem of his shirt, eyes downcast. “Since then, it’s just… become a habit, when things get too much. It helps, I guess, a-and I’m not putting myself in danger, so-“
“Mount, something like this- even if you’re being safe with it,” he emphasises ‘safe’ with air quotes, “opens the gate for it to get dangerous down the line. No matter how safe you think you’re being. You’re hurting yourself, lirio.”
Swiss places his hand atop Mountain’s, supportive. Mountain can’t bring himself to look at him, though. “I…”
“Look, how about we get you cleaned up, make some tea, and then talk about it another time, huh? You got a first aid kit in here?”
Later, Mountain will thank Swiss for his ability to sense when he’s about to spiral, will thank him for being effortlessly understanding and non judgmental.
Now, though, he simply points to a metal tin on the shelf above the workbench.
Swiss jumps up to grab it, sitting down onto the couch and rifling through the contents. He takes out a few bandaids, a wipe, and a bandage, patting the spot next to him after he closes the tin. Mountain gets up from his spot on the floor, sitting next to Swiss on the couch, making Swiss’ job easier by rolling up his bloodied sleeve for him.
Swiss is careful not to outwardly react, Mountain knows he can see the patchwork of previous scars that accompany the fresh ones, he ducks his head and stares somewhere off to the right while Swiss busies himself with gently cleaning away the drying, flaky blood. Cooing when Mountain hisses, tells him he’ll try to be quick. He dabs away as much of the blood as he can, leaving Mountain’s upper forearm clean, tells him he can wash the rest of it off when they go inside.
He sets out the bandaids, decides he’ll only need three at most, and gets to work plastering them over the cuts. He works carefully, gently, but securely. Like he’s used to doing this.
He takes the bandage next, wrapping it around Mountain’s forearm a dozen times before he clips it to stay. Then he rolls down Mountain’s sleeve, petting his wrist thrice. “All done, big guy.”
Mountain exhales heavily and stares down at his sleeve. “Good thing this shirt is dark, right?”
It pulls an unsuspecting laugh from Swiss, who shakes his head fondly before standing, holding his hand out for Mountain, who takes it, letting Swiss help him up. “I'll get the tea started, you change your shirt, okay?”
Mountain nods, squeezing Swiss’ hand. They walk back to the abbey like that, hands swinging softly between them while Swiss tells Mountain why he even came out to the greenhouse, offering to smoke with Swiss after their tea while they talk.
He starts to think that maybe he can let Swiss in, and maybe, just maybe, he’ll be okay.
I'm gonna make this it's own post because the og thread was getting long
Find out who you are X
Create your look X
Thank you so much for tagging me @tousled-birdmad-girl :D Here are my results
I'm gonna tag @skywarpie @brytnoter @ir0n-angel @zoomies0813 @keo6232 @snoopyscorpio @namelessbutters-doodles @mac-and-thefox @sangheilihoes @numbingbone @skrimbe @amara-among-the-stars @owlghuleh and anyone else who'd like to try this out. It's lots of fun :D
The Killer: oh, you're the one doing all the killing, you're the violent little guy with a chip on your shoulder, the undead nightmare with a mind only for revenge, the unhinged psycho who just likes to inflict pain for fun. either way, you're the catalyst of this whole narrative. the lynchpin on which the entire plot rests. you either die in the end or live on through numerous sequels, prequels, reboots, and spinoffs.
tagging my sillies, if you don't wanna feel free to ignore & and if you aren't tagged feel free to do it yourself
the tragic hero: you are the good guy who just cannot catch a break. your life just fucking sucks, frankly. one day, you have friends, family, hobbies you enjoy, maybe even a dog. and then, something happens that sets off this never-ending chain reaction of bullshit and it all gets swept away from you in a heartbeat. all your friends are dead now and you might be alive but god at what cost.
inch resting
tagging my fwiends @cirrus-ghoulette @denimpera @everybodyshusband @ghoultrifle
RULES: Post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic / original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.
I was tagged by @hergan416 - I do indeed write, though I haven't posted anything publically for... quite some time, huh. There's a lot of WIP files tho. Thankyou for the tag ^^
Cannot emphasise just how glad I am that it landed on this line though - both the line directly before and the passage I had been planning for after would have been entirely too much out of context, especially as this was planned for anonymous release.
Their little corner descended into chaos.
Anyways, that leaves six tags for me? Hopefully I haven't double-tagged anyone; I'll try and leave off anyone I've seen tagged
For context, the last line belongs to the notice that Megamind sends Roxanne to cancel that day's kidnapping. The brain bot that was typing what Megamind was saying aloud flew away before he had a chance to stop it.
So Roxanne read it and is understandably feeling ways about it after the whole situation of how they fooled around the night of her Christmas party and he left without saying anything the next morning. And especially since she wanted to share her good news with him!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
YAHOO oh man i also havent written anything that isnt rewriting as part of my editing process in a hot minute, so you get this uhhh weeks old fragment from some parable actors ficlet ive been sitting on. no you dont get context except it involves my life my love the man himself stanley b
The effort despite his clear discomfort made something hard lodge in Stanley's throat.
i dont have that many people who write i know i can tag so uhhhh. @kedreeva @birdwithabat (you write, right?) @penumbralwoods @pengychan @queenburd @serenefig @chirpbudgie @mocksalad @alexis-royce @chibisilverwings actually that was a few more than i thought id have. whoops. anyways yall dont have to obvs but a fun lil thing maybe? idk
See, my problem is, I'm a wordy bitch. My last sentence is:
His thumb came up to trace the engraved design, hooking his finger around the collar and rubbing the leather between his thumb and forefinger.
I am not tagging 24 people, but... @useless-empty-brain, @lutes-and-dandelions, @differenceenginegirl, @miahclone, @comp-lady - Participate if you are so inclined!
Caught me at work lmao. So here is a tiny taste of a future chapter of An Empire From The Ashes of Old
A vibrant mix of emotions ripples through the room.
Fuck idk if I even have 9 people to tag... @yharnamsnewslug @ophelia-markov @iamthecomet @miasmaghoul @littlemoon-beam @riconas if any of you wish to do so. Also anyone else who wishes to participate feel free!
Ant shushes her gently and squeezes Dew’s hand tighter, inviting the fire ghoulette to squeeze her hand in return and reassuring her that the pain will be over before she knows it.
i will not be tagging that many people, but i will tag @denimpera, @hypnoneghoul, @marsohthree and @cirrus-ghoulette if any of you are at all interested :)
RULES: Spell your url with song titles and then tag as many people as there are letters in your url
so @jimothybarnes, @hypnoneghoul, @moony-ghoul, @rain-ghoul-appreciator AND @devoured-by-shadows all tagged me in this quite while ago and i figured it was about time i got around to it :0 thank you all so much for the tags, my friends !!!
e - eyes on your skin (jutty taylor)
v - vore (sleep token)
e - elucid (sleep token) i still haven't listened to tmbte but i literally have no other songs starting with e
r - respite on the spitalfields (ghost)
y - year zero (ghost)
b - bad idea! (girl in red)
o - on the threshold of eternity (starry original concept recording)
d - don't try suicide (queen)
y - you stupid bitch (girl in red)
s - soldier, poet, king (the oh hellos)
h - hornylovesickmess (girl in red)
u - until the end (chloe ament)
s - sad. (bo burnham)
b - boys will be bugs (cavetown)
a - aqua regia (sleep token)
n - necromancin dancin (bear ghost)
d - devil town (cavetown)
tagging my beloved @denimpera and i have no idea who has or hasn't done this yet, so if you come across this and want to do it, consider yourself tagged !! :D
“Don’t listen to them” angst with Phantom and anyone of your choice
dew’s almost asleep when he hears it; choked back, barely there sobs followed by a loud gasp for breath. there’s only two options of who it could be, and mountain had told him he was going to be staying overnight in the greenhouse.
which leaves phantom.
he waits to hear it again, three times, before throwing back his covers and getting out of bed. shivering when his feet make contact with the cool floorboards. he pads over to his door on his toes, opening it as quitely as he can manage, slipping out of the small gap and closing it just as quietly. he walks down to phantom’s door, waiting to hear another sob die down before he pushes it open. of course it’s not locked.
he hears phantom yelp once the light from the hall makes contact with him, like he hadn’t even realised the door had been opened. dew frowns.
until phantom growls at him to “get the fuck out”. then he scowls.
“i’ll just leave you to cry in peace then, princess.” he’s already closing the door, stilling when phantom calls out, “dew?”
“yeah,”
“i-i’m sorry, i didn’t realise that it was you,” he sniffles, taking a deep breath.
well. this is awkward.
dew kicks his foot around on the floor. “came to check on you. heard you crying-“
“oh my god- i’m so sorry, i must’ve woken you up? i’m sorr-“
“if you say sorry one more time i’m going to hit you.” dew says as he steps into the room fully, closing the door behind him, squinting in the darkness.
he walks over to phantom’s bed slowly, not wanting to trip on anything that could be in his path. he sticks his hand out to feel for the bed post, grabbing onto phantom’s hand when he offers it, hopping onto the bed. “so…”
“so?”
“why were you crying?”
“oh, um…” he trails off, picking at his nails.
“stub your toe?” dew jokes.
“what? no.” ant sighs, fluffing up the pillow next to him for dew to lean against.
“burn your toast?”
“dew, no.” he pinches the bridge of his nose.
“well, what then?” dew pokes him in the side, earning a startled squawk. he leans in to whisper into his ear, “run out of clean underwear?”
he gets the reaction he’s looking for, phantom shoving him away gently, chuckling. “ew, no.”
“what? it happens. don’t tell swiss though.” he gets another laugh, phantom looking down and fidgeting with his hands in his lap.
“some siblings were talking about me,” he starts simply, and although dew can already feel the rage bubbling in his chest, he gives phantom the space to elaborate. “not nicely.” he says with a small shake of his head.
he takes a deep breath before he continues, “said stuff about- about my eye, and my hair.” he looks away from dew when he says it, as if drawing attention to those things will make dew agree with those stupid siblings. “my face, my voice, my-“ he cuts himself off with a sob, bringing his hand up to his face to stifle any others that might escape.
dew pulls him into a hug, wrapping his arms around phantom’s shoulders and pulling him into his chest, tucking him under his chin when phantom turns around to bury his face into dew’s neck. he rubs his hand up and down phantom’s back, trying to soothe the little ghoul. “shh, it’s alright,” he presses a kiss to the top of his head, between his horns.
“it’s alright, ant, don’t listen to them.” he whispers reassurances into phantom’s hair while he cries, telling him how much he loves his hair, his eye, his voice, his body. weeding through the horrible things the siblings had said about him and replacing them all with love, tracing star patterns and constellations onto phantom’s back.
his sobs eventually die down, settling into sniffles and gasps and then into deep, shaky breaths. he clings to dew the entire time, nodding wetly into his neck when dew asks him, “you believe me?” after every sweet sentence he waxes. dew continues cuddling him even long after he’s finished crying.
he almost thinks phantom’s asleep before he pops his head up and peers at dew with swollen, watery eyes, voice croaky; “you don’t have to stay,”
dew scoffs. “‘course i do.”
“why?”
dew rolls his eyes, “‘cause i care about you, star.”
the petname slips out before dew can put much thought into it, not even realising he’d said it until phantom tilts his head and looks at him with soft eyes. “star?”
“sorry, i didn’t even-“
“no- no!” phantom interrupts, nuzzling his head back under dew’s chin, lips pressed to his neck. “i like it.”
dew’s suddenly incredibly grateful for the darkness of the room, glad that phantom won’t be able to see the way his cheeks have gone bright red.
she did, almost thirty minutes prior. swiss had chuckled and called her attempt at domming him ‘cute’.
she'll show him cute.
she changes tactics, crossing one of her stocking covered legs over the other, sitting back on her arms where she's perched on the end of the bed. she looks down a little, subtly shaking her hair out from behind her ear, letting it cover her face. she smiles up at swiss from behind her lashes, coy.
“i think i've changed my mind, swissy.” she lilts, raising her voice up at the end the way she knows he likes, is weak for.
she watches his eyes go wide, jaw relaxing, hands going slack where they're folded over his chest. “yeah?”
“mhm,” she hums, squeezing her thighs together for show. swiss lets his hands fall away from his chest, crossing the room in three big strides, coming to a stop in front of her.
“what does my girl want, huh?” he grins down at her and she has to resist the urge to laugh.
she brings one if her hands up to prompt him closer in a come hither motion, luring him in with a too sweet smile. “kiss me?”
he does, bending at the waist to press their lips together, purring into her mouth when she brings a hand up to grope him over his jeans, thumbing the head of his cock through the material. her other hand comes to rest on his cheek, dragging a claw over his cheekbone.
she waits until he's openly moaning into her mouth, tonguing the inside of her cheek, to strike; sliding her hand down to cup his jaw before she digs her nails into both of his cheeks harshly, delighting in the sharp intake of breath and the whine of pain he lets out. she brings the hand that'd been teasing his cock to his shoulder, digging in and shoving him down.
he practically crumbles, knees hitting the floor so hard he winces, staring up at aurora with wide, blown out eyes.
“stay.” she scolds, waiting for him to nod before she uncrosses her legs, slips her panties off of her hips and lets them drop to the floor. she spreads out her legs, dripping pussy on full display for him. she makes a show of trailing her fingers up her thigh, exaggerated gasps and sighs as she ghosts her fingers over her clit, rolling her hips into her palm as she dips two fingers to press into her tight cunt.
she fucks in and out of herself a few times, moaning breathlessly as she grinds down onto her own hand, little hips shaking with it. she giggles when swiss whines. “only good boys get to touch.”
she's enjoying this far too much, the small pants of breath hitting her thighs as swiss drools over her, she knows he wants a taste, wants to fuck his tongue deep into her until she's squealing, but he won't.
