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[forlorn-crows]

𝔘𝔫𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔶 𝔗𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔱𝔶

Rating: Explicit

Relationship(s): Aether/Dewdrop/Ifrit

Word Count: 2633

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.” -- 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.

“You’re so good for us, honeydew.”

“Absolutely,” Aether agrees. “Always.”

[miasmaghoul]

Dew who needs regular medical care after his transition to fire ghoul, but his skin is so raw, still burning and so sensitive from the process that he can hardly stand having his bandages changed. Any contact is too much, too intense for him to handle - so much so that he has to ban Aether from the task after the first dressing comes off. Doesn't want to be seen in that state by his mate. It's not the kind of pain he ever wants to broadcast.

It takes longer than he expects for things to improve, and while Dew isn't the touchiest ghoul at baseline he finds the inability to even stroke Aether's arm while he naps at his bedside intolerable.

He set up shop in Dew's room in the infirmary day one, hasn't left except to take a leak or grab food, and yet no matter how much they talk and keep company Aether feels a million miles away. His hand sits on the mattress while the TV drones on in the background, Aether distracted by a text from Mountain, and Dew so badly wants to touch him. It's been over a week he's been confined to this bed, this room, to his own skin with no sensory input besides pain, pain, so much pain -

He can't stop himself. Has to lift a trembling hand, one with skin too tight, too hot, too tender, and covered in gauze and tape to keep his IV in place. Has to hold his breath when he settles his palm against the back of Aether's hand, so large and strong and familiar and -

"Dew?" Aether's looking at him with enormous, shocked eyes when Dew drags his gaze from their hands. He manages the smallest ghost of a smile, though not without a wince, and the look on Aether's face breaks his heart. "What's wro-"

"I miss you,'' he croaks, voice as raw as the rest of him. "I...I miss you so fuckin' much Aeth."

His tears fall against his will, burn in more ways than one, and Dew has to close his eyes before he has to watch Aether cry too. There's barely a foot between them with how close Aether pulled his chair to Dew's bedside, but it might as well be a canyon.

The pain in his hand becomes too much too fast, he knows he needs to move, but he can't manage it. Finds himself completely unwilling to break that tiny point of contact, despite the way his arm has started to scream.

"I miss you too, droplet." Aether whispers then, and the single sob that escapes Dew's throat hurts more than anything else.

[karmicbias]

When the shot is so good you get up in the rafters to capture it

📸 Ryan Chang

[pomidaea]

"Out here I can hear your heartbeat, I can hear the start of a long sigh"

[sentientgolfball]

Rain fucking Dew with his tentacle…..Rain sliding the tip in so slowly…….Rain refusing to move, letting the suckers do all the work……Rain making Dew count them as each pair works its way inside

[remerg]

Alpha used to tease Omega when they were younger.. for funsies (and feeling unable to accept he was also very gay-) He knew Omega liked him, so why not..?

And that time he fucked his arm up bc he's that stupid (jk, I love him)

...

And.. he looses everything

[divine-misfortune]

In the pursuit of self-inflicted misery

Rating: Explicit

Relationship(s): Dewdrop/Rain

Words: 2,692

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.”

[wrathofrats]

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི wc: 1k ✩₊˚.explicit⁺₊✧ ♱‧⁺⋆ ˚₊༒༻ ♱༺༒︎ ˚₊ ‧⁺⋆ ♱

⁺‧₊˚ 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”

[revelisms]

even more unpainted Terzo studies: technicolor edition 💜

part 1 / part 2

[snailbeee]

Tsunami is a little nervous to go on stage 🐠🌊

[razzermatazzer]

Inspired by how my family can never sit normally with each other

[razzermatazzer]

weird dog (found sibling)

[sageofthestarz]

Storm definitely asks Dew what a Daddy is at some point after hearing Rain choosing it out from inside his room

What Dew does with that question is up for debate

[aetherslongsleeves]

Do you ... perchance ... have any ghifs of Ivy ... I see so little of him im convinced he's a figment of my imagination

well... cough.. let me see.... *sounds of chainsaw, loud horn, baby crying, screams, car braking and explosions* THERE THEY ARE! IVY GHOUL GHIFS!!

most of the time you'll see both Ivy and Ifrit together, so do not separate!! they were born to stay together

look at how Ivy blows a kiss and Ifrit immediately hugs him so happy

or the way Ifrit HAS to grab Ivy before walking through the other side

but also Aether. patting his shoulder. these two are often seen very close to Ivy and it's important to know that they are the besties ever and will always welcome the other's vibes

probably one of Papa's favorite since you'll see him messing with Ivy however he can like in this clip

absolute spinning his stick enthusiast

and loves throwing them at the crowd (bonus for being amazing at body language??)

this is Ivy ghoul for me... I gathered the best ghifs to show how awesome he is and not entirely imaginary! I hope I could convince you that even if Ivy is just a figment of your imagination... he somehow materialized to this world, now he's here and very real!!

[wrathofrats]

For disability pride month everyone share your fav disabled ghouls headcanons (and maybe I’ll write a few who fucking knows)

Here are mine!

- zephyr with arthritis and multiple sclerosis

- dew with lasting disability in his joints and skin due to his fire transition

- delta with dementia

- alpha with schizophrenia

[wrathofrats]

For disability pride month everyone share your fav disabled ghouls headcanons (and maybe I’ll write a few who fucking knows)

Here are mine!

- zephyr with arthritis and multiple sclerosis

- dew with lasting disability in his joints and skin due to his fire transition

- delta with dementia

- alpha with schizophrenia