Copia laying in the ministry medical wing in a full body cast recovering from being hit by the truck and Phantom has been sent to keep him company, however he stayed up the night before watching the entirety of the descendants franchise and decides to entertain frater by spending three hours explaining the plot and his thoughts on all five movies in excruciating detail
Tags: Trans masc!Rain, dubious consent, vaginal sex, anal sex, under-negotiated kink, face slapping, humiliation, small penis humiliation, dacryphilia, slut shaming, Mean!Dew
A fic i forgot about for like two years, hated and scraped a good chunk of, and now we are back...I write sometimes still guys, I swear.
Read on ao3 or below the cut
The sigh against his lips was soft. A delicate exhale tinged by the taste of watermelon and the most delicious of frustrations. Sweetness that went straight for the already vivid heat in his belly like cherry wood for the pyre.
Dew groaned.
His tongue darted out, eager to taste it from the source rather than secondhand. He delved into the familiarity of Rain’s mouth as his hand slipped between Rain’s head and the pillow. Cupped the back of his neck as his fingers found their way into the loose sweaty curls at the nape with the sole purpose of keeping him there. Right where Dew wanted him when he started to shift, trying to take where Dew wasn’t ready to give.
That was the thing about kissing Rain, it invited hunger to creep in and Dew was incapable of denying it. Even more incapable of not feeding it. Moderation became a foreign word, an unthinkable concept. He would take his time with it, with him.
Dew’s tongue flicked over the point of a fang as it swept between Rain’s teeth, grazing the roof of his mouth. Trying to taste every inch of the water ghoul, inside and out. It was his to explore. He selfishly wanted to drink Rain down to the very bottom. It was his turn to take, every last drop, every last morsel, till there was nothing left.
He shifted his hips, a slow roll that had his cock slipping between Rain’s folds, right against the warmest part of him. Smooth on the way down, nearly catching where it counted on the way back up. Rain tensed beneath him, anticipation coiling tight and preparing to spring but the relief didn't find him. His tip slid over his hole and nudged against the underside of Rain’s fat little t-dick when it missed, offering clumsy unintentional pleasure that hardly lasted. Rain made a sound low in his chest, clearly expecting this to be what finally put an end to the teasing and brought them together.
The loose lazy grip on his biceps grew tighter, blunt nails beginning to bite as his purpose for holding became less about touch and more about insistence.
“Come on,” Rain demanded against his mouth, tongue as sharp as his claws as they really started to dig. “You've had your fun. Fuck me.”
“Starting to make me think I spoil you too much when you act like this,” Dew mumbled and shook his death grip off before Rain could bruise his impatience into him. “You’re lucky I think you’re cute.”
Rain allowed himself to be shrugged off with a sigh, hands falling back to the pillow above his head. Framing himself in the angles of his limbs, disinterest drawing his eyes away. Drifting to an unspecified point across the room. Pointedly off of Dew. Dew watched him for half a beat, waiting for those dark eyes to return to him, for Rain’s fondness to betray his petulant demeanor. His attention did return, eventually, but it lacked warmth. He may as well have been fucking a stranger with how he gazed back.
Dew hesitated. Waited like he was expecting the facade to slip, searching for it with fading amusement.
Rain never cracked. Only managed to look mildly pleased with him for a moment when Dew hiked his leg up over his hip. His cock throbbed in his fist despite that initial sinking feeling. He let it go in favor of a few indulgent strokes to unravel the nerves that look of Rain's had briefly knotted up. Slowly, up and down, root to tip.
A few good pumps had Dew aching to slide home, unease up and forgotten as he tapped himself against Rain’s waiting hole.
One hand under Rain’s knee, the other braced on the pillow beside his head, Dew pushed into him.
Finally.
Dew gripped the pillowcase, nails threatening the rich thread count. His eyes fluttered despite himself, he always preferred to watch Rain’s expression melt with pleasure but he needed to savor every inch. They had mutually been denied this, the closest substitute to heaven a ghoul could hope to find.
Dew's moan pitched upwards as they properly slotted together, becoming something high and needy. A sound so honest he should have been mortified to produce it.
Luckily for Dew, Rain proved to be a perfect distraction from embarrassment.
Hips flush, skin to skin. He could feel how his own bodyheat bled into Rain from the inside out, slowly but surely overpowering Rain’s typically cold state. Warm to the touch, warm enough Dew had to lay both hands on him to really feel it.
It never got old, to feel how Rain took him. Took all of him. The ease in which Rain adjusted, how well they’d always managed to fit together, like they belonged just like this. Like Lucifer might have designed them with such purpose in mind.
Maybe Lucifer had.
His eyes opened to wander down the length of Rain’s laid out form, down to the place their bodies met.
Buried inside his mate, an unholy union of lust.
Dew wished he could keep him like this. Warm. Filled. Claimed as his.
He could.
The desire was sudden and invasive. Lightning striking somewhere in his lust addled brain—He could, somehow. A subtly adjusted angle here, a well-timed bite there. Drag Rain through the same deeply permanent euphoria that Dew drowned in when they were together. It wouldn’t be hard, and Rain was known to be pliable and even a little dumb with a cock in him.
Dew looked back to Rain's face, wanting to admire the things he did to him, wanting to see just how pleasure softened Rain's features.
But his face hadn't changed.
“…Is it in yet?”
The syrup trickling warm and sweet in Dew’s veins curdled when Rain spoke, words tinged by disappointment. Rain wore an expression to match. Bored by the whole affair, inconvenienced by not even just the act itself, by Dew. Dew almost flinched from the ice behind them.
“What?” His voice came out small, smaller than Dew should have allowed himself to sound in the face of Rain’s disregard.
There was a minuscule twitch at the corner of Rain’s mouth, an entirely missable but involuntary tell that Dew fixed on.
“I just didn’t realize.”
As if the initial comment didn’t wound him on its own, the near lackadaisical response gutted him. Violent as a knife ripped straight through his pride. Rain shrugged at him when he stared in shock. Simply shrugged without a hint of guilt on his face.
Dew’s expression twisted, shifting from surprise to anger. He pulled out of him, wanting distance to process the offense.
“The fuck do you mean ‘is it in?’”
“I mean, I can’t really feel it baby.” Rain half laughed, half scoffed like he couldn’t possibly understand why it was even a question.
“You’re…Are you fucking kidding me?” Dew furrowed his brow, searching for humor, looking for reason where there was none. Not when it came to Rain and his specific brand of cruelty. “You’re fucking serious?”
He responded with another shrug.
Dew felt heat creeping up to the tips of his ears, the taste of smoke trapped behind his teeth. Something cold dripped down his spine. Two conflicting flavors of anger that overshadowed his blind, love-sick lust.
“What?” Rain asked when the silence was left unpunctured. “It isn’t my fault.” He propped himself up on his elbow to lazily toss the hair from his face. “Oh, don’t be dramatic Dew. Come on. Just grab one of the toys from the drawer or something if you can’t make it work.”
“Not your fault?” Dew asked, bewildered. He pushed him back to the mattress with force, enough force to earn a strange look from Rain. His hand remained flat on his sternum, pinning him there. Rain's pulse quickened, not quite a nervous flutter but it betrayed his unbothered facade. “How the fuck is it not your fault? Your cunt is fucked sloppy and somehow it isn’t your fault?”
“Someone had to do what you couldn’t,” Rain stated like he was informing him of something obvious. Telling him what he should have already known.
He stared at him.
“...Sorry,” Rain offered flatly. An empty gesture meant to placate.
Rain had never played the role of apologetic well. Regret never found a home in his expression, the mirth never quite left his eyes even as he tried to wear a mask of guilt. Even now, the glint of it was unmistakable. Dew could tell, he was biting the inside of his cheek to stop the edges of his lips from curling up in delight at the sight of his distress. Humor. Having sown the seeds of humiliation and doubt, he was simply waiting for the weight of it to press down until Dew broke in the way only Rain managed to break him.
He was waiting for the first sign of weakness to prey upon, whatever that might have been. From the way Rain studied his face, he was searching for tears, for the telltale way Dew shrank in on himself when the inferiority gripped him. Dew was intimately familiar with the games Rain enjoyed playing and every self serving motive behind his decisions.
Even his silence was done with purpose.
He refused to give Rain the satisfaction of breaking. Not this time.
“Don't lie to me, Rain.” The words slipped through his teeth. Rain tipped his head curiously. “You should be sorry but we both know you’re not.”
“Should be?” Rain laughed, prodding at something he hadn’t accounted for. “I don't see why I need to be sorry for your ego getting—”
“Shut up,” He interrupted. “Shut your fucking mouth since you can't seem to shut your fucking legs.”
“What are you gonna do? Spank me and tell me I was bad?” He giggled this time.
He reached for Dew’s wrist to dislodge him but Dew jerked away from him before his fingers could close around it. Rain opened his mouth again, intent on digging in. Dew moved without thinking. He reeled back instead, he met the potential retort with the flat of his hand before the sound could hope to escape. Skin met skin sharply, a cracking sound that was surely heard down the hall. The contact left his cheek a new hue, more purple than red, a perfect imprint of Dew’s palm left behind. Rain whimpered before the shock wore off and the pain set in. An involuntary response, Dew was sure of it.
“Dew—” Rain started shakily, tainted by uncertainty.
His hand hovered over the emergency brake.
He stared at Dew, he stared at him in the way the rabbit stares at the fox. In the way he knew stoked some primal, vicious hunger at the base of Dew’s instincts. Another move that was deliberate but so clearly strayed from Rain’s original plan, he was out of his element. Teetering somewhere between rational and reckless.
Rain didn’t reach for safety even when the space was offered.
Dew grabbed him by the hips and flipped him roughly. Claws scratched across the soft skin, angry red welts left in their wake. No longer laid out comfortably in the pillows with the expectation of being spoiled, smothered in the soft down. Rain had squandered his tenderness and Dew didn’t plan to waste much more on him, not after his attitude, not after his behavior.
Below him, Rain tried to push himself up onto his hands but Dew refused to afford him the dignity. He shoved him back down, kept him exactly where he deserved to be.
“You wanna lay there and act like a princess so bad, fine. Fucking lay there since it’s all you’re good for.”
His hand spanned the expanse between his shoulder blades, tension gathering between each individual point of contact. Under the pads of his fingers Dew could feel every twitch of Rain’s nerves responding with more honesty than his mouth could have. When Rain shifted, Dew pressed further, the skin of his palm bordering on the uncomfortable side of too warm as a quiet warning—Threatening to brand this position of submission into him so he wouldn’t forget it if he dared to resist.
Rain was stubborn, not stupid at the very least, he didn’t fight. Knew better than to try in his position.
“This is all your fault, baby” Dew told him as he grabbed the base of his tail. “So you’re going to make it up to me.” With little regard, Dew yanked his hips upwards, relishing in the yelp it wrenched out of Rain.
Easily, Dew slid his cock back into the slick embrace of Rain’s cunt. Rain’s breath hitched. “Surprised you can even tell it’s in” He remarked while rolling his eyes, giving a shallow thrust, then a second for good measure. “Better hope whoever used it earlier left it wet enough. This is all the help you're gonna get.”
”Wet enough for—“ Rain started but choked on the sound as Dew’s tip nudged at his other hole. “Oh. Oh, Dew, not there—“ His voice pitched upwards, a tremor of panic rippling through him. It had the unintentional consequence of making the ring of muscle pucker and kiss at his head.
“The other hole is clearly too loose, sweetheart. How is it supposed to make anyone feel good anymore?” He asked coyly. “How else are you supposed to make it up to me?”
Holding his tail that much tighter, Dew left no room for retreat. Rain was going to take it. If he wasn't sorry on his own, Dew would help him find that remorse.
The initial press of his cock into his ass was met with a distressed sound.
Dew hushed him like one might soothe a frightened animal trying to escape the muzzle though the concern didn't quite match, still easing himself in all the while. Rain’s cry became rough and hoarse, higher and even more pained as he was forced to endure the stretch of him. His body gripped his cock, bearing down against the intrusion—Dew wasn’t sure if it was trying to keep him out or pull him deeper.
Dew grit his teeth, white knuckling the base of Rain’s tail the same way Rain gripped at the sheets. Both vain substitutes for a life-line. Self restraint was slipping from him, and slipping fast. He felt dizzy by the time he found himself buried in Rain’s virgin-tight ass. He knew nothing about Rain was still untouched, Rain had been taken thoroughly, that fact was what landed him in his current predicament, but Dew liked the fantasy. He wanted to be the one Rain wouldn’t forget.
Rain trembled from toe to tip, a violent shudder that shook the bed.
His scent was sharp and bright, heightened by his nerves being fried by sensation. Dew released his tail and folded himself over Rain’s back, pressing his nose into his hairline to huff it straight from the source. He ran his tongue along the junction of his shoulder and neck, the cold sweat salty and rich on his tastebuds. Tantalizing, like his body was trying to provoke more. A glutton for punishment, much to his own detriment.
“Hurts, huh baby?” Dew cooed against the shell of his ear. “Breathe for me, tadpole.”
The exhale was labored, like he’d up and forgotten his lungs had a purpose, like Dew carving out a place inside of him had pushed every part of his brain offline. Rain was known to be a little dumb with a cock in him, after all.
Dew’s cock kicked inside him, Rain responded in a manner he could only describe as wounded, a sound almost entirely unbecoming of a ghoul like him.
The tears had started to gather and clump in his lashes well before Dew had fully hilted himself inside but they only truly fell when he thought to move his hips in pursuit of selfish pleasure.
Rain’s mouth fell open but nothing came out.
“Oh Rainy—“ He purred and nuzzled into his hair, the act disarming in its sincerity. “Cry a little harder, I might just believe you mean it.”
More lumberjack Mountain content because mhm mhm featuring Herding dog Phantom cause I got that idea. (The bells were Put on by Mountain to keep track of Phantom.) 😌
⁺‧₊˚ ཐི summary: Dew ties rain up and lets his tentacle take care of him, they have some (un)expected guests
Rain/Dew Rain/Mountain/Cirrus/Aurora
⁺‧₊˚ ཐི warnings: tentacles, slighttttt dubcon warning, implied negotiation off screen though. Trans rain (cunt clit folds tentacle used for his anatomy), she/her rains tentacle as god intended
⁺‧₊˚ ཐི authors note: I wrote this forever ago and finally half edited it lmfao enjoy!
Rain arms were beginning to fall asleep from where they had been tied behind him. A thick blue rope digging into his wrists and his own dark blue panties sticking out of his mouth. They were soaked, half with saliva and half with his own slick, the taste invading his senses. Heady and musky, the shame making his eyes cross.
Dew knelt between his legs, hands on his shins pushing them up against his thighs. He was practically bent in half, the only thing preventing him from spreading any more was his own position against the back of the couch. Rains pretty cunt was on full display, glistening and threatening to drip onto the towel. At least Dew had some decency, though it was more than likely a threat from aether from some other shenanigans Rain barely remembers. It made him more embarrassed somehow, knowing he couldn’t control himself to the point of making a complete mess when given the opportunity.
Dew rubbed along his folds, prodding at the sheath trying to coax her out.
It wiggled from under Rains clit, something writhing from beneath the thin skin. A purple hue pushed and fought to be released, slick starting to drip from where she was hiding. Rain whined from behind his gag as Dew pushed a finger under the skin, feeling her start to grab at him.
“Oh there she is Rainy, was hoping she would come out to play” Dew grinned and stroked it gently, thumbing over the suckers while Rain squirmed. His tentacle was sensitive, but even more so, willing, which Dew enjoyed using to his advantage. Something within its genetic nature seeking something tight and wet to abuse, much to the detriment of Rain.
The tentacle wriggled to squeeze Dews hand as he led it downwards to persuade it into Rains cunt. It was just thick enough to make Rain jolt from the stretch, giving a deep breath trying to quickly adjust to the feeling.
“There you go, perfect boy” Dew cooed with a kiss to his thigh, “gonna just leave you here all tied up, see what the other ghouls think of such a sight. I’d be selfish if I didn’t share”
There was a small panic behind Rains eyes, attempting to fight against his restRaints as his tentacle slipped deeper inside of him. He lost sight of Dew as she stroked along the most sensitive parts of him, vision getting fuzzy and unreliable.
Mountain walked through the door first after a long couple minutes. Followed by Cirrus and Aurora who were hanging off each other non the wiser to the display around the corner. Rain couldn’t help but give a small whimper and try to shy his head away as he heard them walk into the living room about to find him tied up and on display.
The obscene wet noises from Rains tentacle fucking in and out of him were the first thing the other ghouls noticed. A pathetic whimper escaped through the cloth in his mouth as Rain tried to look away and hide himself the best he could. Head down and knees together even if the attempts were futile due to the ropes around him.
“Looks like someone left us a gift” Cirrus chuckled. She wasted no time before walking over the Rain and kneeling on the ground in front of him to get a good look at what was happening. Rains a sight to see, stretched wide with his tentacle relentlessly fucking in and out of him, drooling down his thighs and the towel.
“Pretty boy who left you like this?” Mountain knelt on the couch beside him, moving Rain to take a look at the ropes around his wrist. Rain cried as he was leaned forward, only adding to the pressure that was assaulting him inside.
“Think he would look better on your cock mount, he’s already been prepped too, might even be a bit loose from the looks of it” Aurora knelt on the floor with Cirrus, pushing her thumb into Rains hole next to his tentacle to see how loose and wet he really was. It went in easily, earning another whine from Rain.
A tear ran down Rains face as he convulsed and more slick gushed from his cunt, another orgasm being ripped out of him as Mountain pulled him into his lap. Aurora tried to coax his tentacle out of him as Mountain rubbed his hands up and down Rains body, grabbing at his tits.
“Just got yourself all fucked out and sloppy to take my cock huh baby boy?” Mountain nuzzled into Rains hair and slowly lowered him onto his cock. Aurora was right, he was perfectly stretched out, enough to take him with no resistance. Rain threw his head back with another muffled sound as Mountain pushed into him.
Rains tentacle wiggled along his thigh, slithering up and down his skin and wrapping around the exposed length of Mountains cock. Mountains thighs and lap were already soaked and sticky from Rain sitting on him and Cirrus and Aurora just stared up at the sight of Rains eyes crossing from how full he was.
“Clean him up” Mountain grunted, thrusting into Rain again “he’s a mess, and his tentacle looks like she needs some attention”
Cirrus put her hand to the tentacle, thumbing over a sucker and pulling it down to him and Aurora. It wasted no time diving for Cirrus’ mouth, the tip pushing right past her lips to curl over her tongue. Aurora licked up the length of it, kissing a sucker and down to Rains folds to gather his arousal on her tongue.
Rain thrashed from the stimulation, as Cirrus gave a hard suck, letting her teeth graze the sensitive skin. Aurora let his release drip onto her tongue before traveling back down the length to Cirrus’ mouth, giving the underside another small kiss.
The tentacle darted, trying to shove itself down Cirrus’ throat while Mountain bounced Rain on his cock. He was practically limp at this point, a perfect doll for Mountain to use. The show below them only made his pretty fleshlight even more of a treat.
Aurora mouthed at the side, Cirrus moving to try and kiss her lips over it. Mountain gave a low moan, squeezing Rains chest again as he watched Aurora and Cirrus practically make out with each other over the tentacle. Their mouths were both messy, covered in pure Rain.
“Gonna let me cum inside you Rainy?” Mountain mouthed at the side of Rains cheek, “gonna let me fill you up and get you ever messier?”
Rain nodded, body shaking as more tears slipped from his eyes.
“Maybe if you stay still Aurora and Cirrus will even clean you up afterwards”
vaporwave
origamiaround
izzy806
theartofmadeline
