What the ghouls would do when you accidentally leave your phone behind in a room with them
Swiss - posts a craiglists ad for free puppies with your number
Aurora - takes photos on the photobooth app that everyone was crazy about 10 years ago (she's new alright, it's still novel to her)
Mountain - starts whispering things to influence your ads: "gardening gifts", "rare plant species", "extra large dildos"
Cirrus - texts the pack to meet outside in 10 and ambushes them. she scares them so much phantom goes *poof* into bat mode
Rain - runs after you with your phone to give it back, after setting your lock screen to a photo of him in panties
Phantom - pornhub. the ministry blocked it on his phone because he couldn't understand when it was socially acceptable to be on porn sites (that was an interesting sunday mass)
Aether - takes pictures of the ministry cat as a nice surprise for you later
Dew - takes a picture of a different cat (it's his pussy, he takes nudes)
Cumulus - stirs shit by pretending she's your gf and soft launching herself on your social media.
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mushy may day eight !!!!
prompt: sex turning into making love
characters: mountain/rain
word count: 950
summary: just the sappiest t4t mountrain sex ever
cws: sex, sex toys
notes: i am really proud of this and would appreciate kind comments/reblogs :3
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The strap hangs heavy in its harness on Rain’s hips, leaving slight red marks; highlights on his blue, dusky skin. Mountain’s on his back and Rain’s kneeling in between his legs, both ghouls raking their eyes over each other, taking in their beauty. Mountain, a sage forest filled with moles and scars; the rich, luscious trees that stand within. Rain leans over, drawing a line with his index finger, making its way from the tip of his sturdy antlers, right down through every mark that makes him, landing on his bush. His hips involuntarily kick at the touch, eager for more, his eyes shining as Rain looks down at him, a silent please. Rain trails his finger further, teasing the very end of his clit and watching as it twitches under his touch.
“So pretty for me, woodland, I could devour you,” Rain admires.
Mountain groans, “I could say the same for you, my love.” As he says it his gaze travels across the contours of Rain’s body, noting the way his inky hair contrasts the hue of the skin surrounding it. And how his shoulders frame the rest of his body perfectly, from his chest to his ass. Looking into Rain’s eyes he sees them dilate as they make eye contact once again. Mountain wells up ever so slightly, he’s loved, he feels special, he’s Rain’s person.
The finger circling Mountain’s dick leisurely moves further down, still tracing the earth ghoul, committing him to memory. “Fuck, you’re soaked, Mount,” he says, still surprising him every time that he’s wanted and appreciated. The ghoul beneath him can only hum in agreement, lost in his own mind as he revels in Rain’s touch. The water ghoul hovers, asking silent permission to continue. Mountain grants it as he closes his eyes, throwing his head back gently and baring his throat. They both moan quietly as Rain’s cool finger enters Mountain’s cunt. He takes his time exploring, as if he’s finding out what makes the other tick for the first time. It’s intimate, both ghouls lending a vulnerability that makes every sensation more powerful than the last.
“Ready,” Mountain squeaks. “Want to feel you.”
“Want you too, baby. Gonna treat you so well.”
“You always do, Rain.”
They don’t need to confess their love through prolonged monologues, just a few words is all they need to feel as close as their first time. With both ghouls more than ready, Rain carefully lubes up every inch of the strap, ensuring his love will be as comfortable as possible. He teases the earth ghoul, languidly stroking his cock in his efforts. Once he deems it wet enough, he positions himself properly, bending Mountain’s legs and leaning forward to kiss him as he slides in steadily.
The room goes silent for a moment as they adjust to the new position before Mountain returns a chaste kiss that inevitably devolves into a disgustingly sweet embrace of each other’s bodies. Rain nuzzles his head in the crook of Mountain’s shoulder as he thrusts gently into him, taking his time to do so. Mountain near-melts at the sensation of the water ghoul’s fluffy hair against his neck and turns his head to affectionately nibble on his ear. Soft moans and the tender contact of Rain’s hips with Mountain’s fill the room. The occasional whispered praise breaks through too.
“Fuck, I love you,” Mountain breathes. It’s followed by the stuttering of Rain’s hips as he falters and blushes, like he’s just been told it for the first time. Once he regains his rhythm he angles the thrusts right against Mountain’s g-spot, returning his love.
“I love you too, wildflower,” Rain replies. “Always going to love you.”
The water ghoul continues his motions as he moves to place his mouth on Mountain’s neck, sucking sweetly to leave the marks of his love. To add to the rich tapestry of Mountain’s body with a reminder of his affection, albeit a temporary one. “Hnnng- fuck Rain,” he groans, tilting his head back further to give him access.
The new angle allows the strap to be ground against Rain’s twitching t-dick with every little movement he makes for his love. The sensations are immense, furthered by the intimate setting in which his innermost feelings for Mountain are divulged freely. His pace picks up almost imperceptibly as he chases the pleasure, wanting both to savour it and experience it all at once.
His mind is made up for him as Mountain’s breaths begin to become heavier and more frequent. Engulfing the strap, Rain can see Mountain’s cunt clenching around him, leaking pre and looking ever so pretty, his pubic hair covered in a sheen. “Close, Rain. Come with me?” He asks, doe-eyes batting. It sparks Rain to nod as he turns on the small bullet vibrator secured in the harness, keeping his renewed pace as the pleasure becomes too much for both of them.
They find themselves staring deeply into each other’s eyes as Rain reaches his climax, hips thrusting erratically as he rides out his orgasm. He winces in pleasure only able to repeat Mountain’s name in a soft moan, “Mmph Mountain, my love- fuck- Mountain baby.”
The sight, along with Rain’s movements sends Mountain over the edge just seconds later. His cunt spasms around the strap, Mountain’s arms grasping for purchase on Rain’s shoulders as the water ghoul brings his hand down once again to toy with Mountain’s clit, only stopping when overstimulation sets in and he begins to writhe.
Still buried inside, Rain flops down onto Mountain’s chest, panting. With his ear placed against the earth ghoul’s heart, he confesses once more, in time with the beats, “I love you.”
To preface these silly hcs I want to say that taking the ghouls through an airport is a life-changing experience, in that it will take 10 years off your life span. It's not for the faint-hearted, but alas here is what happens when the ghouls (the characters, obviously) have to take a plane to their next show!
Also consider this a 100 follower special !! Thanks to everyone who decided I was entertaining enough to follow, I love you all <3
Dew is on a leash. That man simply cannot be trusted not to lurch at strangers or run off when he hears the roar of a plane engine. They found out the hard way on his first tour as a water ghoul. They were on the tarmac, about to board the plane and Dew ran off to cosy up in the engines. The band nearly had to tour without a bassist that year...
(I take absolutely no credit for the idea of ghouls wearing these, whoever said it feel free to credit yourself I'm sorry I can't remember you!) Edit: @jesusbutbetterrr big brain monkey bag thoughts
Aurora gets overstimulated really easily (can you blame her?). Mountain lent her his big ear defenders once and she's been hooked ever since. She claimed the camo defenders as hers, even though they don't sit right on her tiny head, she loves them dearly! Mountain had to buy a new pair, but he doesn't mind. He's happy if his pack are happy.
Aether and Mountain are straight through bag drop, security, the lot. They're old ghouls and have the routine down by now. They know the faster they make it through security, the more time they have to sneak off to the disgusting airport toilets for some even more disgusting airport sex.
Cumulus is already high on half a bottle of sleeping pills. She gets restless on the plane so doses up early on. Unfortunately that means she is completely out of it and has to be guided around entirely by the others. She was once put in charge of Dewdrop's leash and, yet again, they nearly had to tour without a lead guitarist.
Cirrus is basically unconscious for the entire journey through the airport, curled up on a luggage trolley being driven by Dew. Travelling really tires her out and the pack don't want to get on her bad side so they leave her be.
Rain is incredibly spoiled. The whole pack know that if you set him loose on his own to catch a flight, he wouldn't make it past the front doors. He's been coddled by everyone since he was summoned, and he lives for it, he never has to lift a finger. Swiss, ever the gentleman, always carries his bags and holds Rain's shoes when they go through security. It's just an excuse to reenact the slipper scene from Cinderella
Phantom tries to order an insanely expensive Starbucks in the airport (it's just a hot chocolate with a marshmallow, why is it £4?!) but misses them calling his human name "Why would anyone name themselves 'Tom'?"
Swiss has a four-wheeler suitcase. He loves to sit on it and propel himself around like a toddler. In fact, the pack bought him an adult-sized one of these after he kept breaking everyone else's bags:
This has been sitting in my drafts for a while but @jimothybarnes's thoughts made me actually finish writing it (@jazz-bazz tagging bc i see you in jim's tags)
dew and aurora can't be trusted to behave so they're left at the cafe with a pile of swedish meatballs. dew ends up with lingonberry jam all round his mouth like he's just finished a hunt
rain comes out with no less than 8 blåhajs
phantom buys matching djungelskogs for him and aurora to make up for her not being allowed in
cirrus and mountain play hide and seek in the bedroom furniture section but mountain's horns always peek out of wherever he's hiding :(
aether spends the entire time playing make believe with rain in the room displays. they get lots of concerned looks from other customers: "honey the baby's crying again can you PLEASE put her down in the *squints* smågöra cot I'm trying to cook dinner on the *looks down closely* blixtsnabb hob", "ugh you're such a terrible wife I'm going to our *checks label* idanäs bed!"
cumulus and swiss have their game of seven minutes in heaven rudely interrupted by mountain trying to hide from cirrus. they get a lecture on the ride home about the importance of public decency
papa is incredibly disappointed that none of them actually bought the furniture needed for the new summons' rooms
it's a fun day out from papa as a reward for one (1) whole week without an Incident
despite being a literal creature summoned from the depths of hell, phantom is terrified by the ghost train/house of horrors. no one warned him there'd be jumpscares, they all told him it was a Pit simulator :(
cirrus and rain treat it as a people watching day, setting up camp in a picnic area and hoarding ginger and dramamine for when a ghoul inevitably feels ill
cumulus, dew, and swiss have to be put on a leash between rides because they're so excitable (turns out humans don't take kindly to biting, it was only a nip and cumulus just couldn't contain herself). they go on EVERYTHING even the kiddy rides. they report back to rain and cir every so often like kids at a playground
mountain and aether spend the day getting kicked off rides because mountain is simply too tall, my man's a safety hazard. they leave early and fuck nasty while the den is empty
aurora racks up hundreds of pounds on the ministry's credit card in the gift shop, "oh this bat plushy looks lonely, better buy it a friend", "well i've bought two i might as well buy another", "ooh a bendy pencil and a piece of plastic that slaps around your wrist, how can i lose!"
papa regrets everything and thinks about leaving the church forever (this is actually how we get papa v)
There's a First Time For Everything Chapter 3 - Pleasure As It Was Intended
WC: 5k
Previously on FTFE: Dewdrop wants to try penetration. He has a few toys in mind but struggles to get the courage to buy them, fearing it will invalidate his gender. With Rain's support, he finally purchases the toys.
Summary: The toys arrive and Dewdrop gets to work, after a quick hyping up from Swiss
Notes: I am incredibly proud of this chapter and hope you all like it as much as I do. It's my first time writing porn with feelings so please hype me up :')
CWs: Sexual content, toys, gender dysphoria
And a big thanks to @v-ternus for being my sounding board <3
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Dewdrop hears a knock, a brief rap on his bedroom door. He glances at the clock that sits crooked above his desk, mail time, he thinks. Peering through the peephole he can see Special walking away, making his way through the ghoul dorms, stopping occasionally to drop a parcel.
A small, nondescript box sits outside Dewdrop’s door. Imposing, menacing. It’s been carelessly thrown to the ground, evidenced by the rugged angle it sits at. He’s… angry. Angry that it’s been treated with such disregard; the contents of what must be assumed by Special to be another bong, or perhaps a new outfit, merely chucked outside his door like it has no significance to the fire ghoul.
The parcel quickly finds its way inside Dew’s room as he removes it from the doorstep with the same care as one might handle a bomb. He treats it like it’s a feral cat, holding it by the scruff of its neck lest it bite him. Inside the box, as far as Dewdrop’s concerned, are the items that determine if he’s worthy as a ghoul. That if they don’t end up inside him by the end of the day, he’ll be a failure.
Dewdrop decides he won’t let it get on top of him, he can’t afford to, doesn’t quite trust himself to sit alone all day with the parcel. So he throws himself into his duties. A couple of hours with Mount helping him re-pot his ever-growing plants. Lunch with Cirrus, Dewdrop laying in her lap as they watch some shitty reality show.
He spends the afternoon with Swiss, supposedly for band practice, but that never happens when it’s just the two of them scheduled. Sure, they do some practise but it’s mostly Dew dicking around with his guitar as Swiss vocalises with the disjointed sounds. They’ve been at it for a few hours when Dewdrop’s mind fades back to the parcel, still unwrapped, waiting for him on his bed.
“Howdoyouusesextoys?” Dewdrop blurts out.
Swiss isn’t sure he heard right, there’s no way Dewdrop doesn’t have a kinky treasure trove full of toys. “Woah woah slow down cowboy! What did you say?”
He’s met with another mumbled string of sounds that vaguely sounds like it mentions toys. It’s Dewdrop’s demeanour that leaves Swiss worried, though. The ghoul that minutes ago he was having to wrestle the guitar off as he played some shitty meme song, now taking shaky, uneven breaths and avoiding eye contact like Swiss is Medusa.
“Hey, droplet, I’m not teasing you, I just need to hear what you said… I can’t help you if I don’t know what you want,” Dewdrop opens his eyes, tries to take deep breaths. But deep breaths don’t help when it feels like he’s suffocating. He feels a grounding palm smooth over his stubble, sees those big golden eyes shining back with nothing but love for him, he remembers why he chose Swiss.
He inhales, looking away briefly to ask, “Bought sex toys for Rain to use on me. Dunno what to expect, I guess. Thought you might know,” the room is still as both ghouls take in what Dewdrop just said, before he remembers to clarify, “They’re uh internal toys like dildos ‘n vibrators ‘n shit. I’ve never put anything up there before, figured a whore like you would’ve though,” he chuckles, trying to lighten the mood as Swiss stares on in a mixture of confusion and offence.
“Ohh I see, come to the resident slut for advice? Well you’ve come to the right place. Whatcha worried about? We both know Rain’s been around, it’s not like he doesn’t know what to do.”
“No, I know Rain’s gonna be fine with it, it’s me that’s worried. What if it feels weird or if it hurts or if I like it so much I detransition?”
“What if?” Swiss poses, something Dewdrop hadn’t considered, what if? “You and I know full well Rain won’t do anything if you’re not enjoying it.”
“Swiss!” Dewdrop groans in frustration, dragging out the ‘s’ at the end of his name, “I just wanna, you know,” he motions vaguely at nothing with his hands, “get some pointers, some tips?”
“Well you’re right, they do have tips!” They both laugh at Swiss’ poor attempt at humour, “I do faintly remember the first time I used a dildo, if you wanna know about that?” he asks. It’s becoming clearer that Dewdrop just wants assurance that it’s going to be alright, even though he knows in his heart that it will be. The multi ghoul receives a sheepish nod in return.
“Alright, well I was on my own so all I had was ‘ol faithful to warm me up, get me nice and open,” he smirks, doing jazz hands showcasing his thick fingers, “I really took my time getting myself nice and wet. I was pre-T so there wasn’t much to get hold of but I did the best I could, really stroking myself until I was basically leaking. Then I just lubed Glenda up and put her in, wasn't much resistance. I played aroun-”
“Hold up, your dildo’s named Glenda?!”
Swiss scoffs, “What about it? I’m not the one that’s too scared to put Glenda in my pussy,” it’s all in good humour, they both know it. And hearing about Swiss talk so honestly about it has put Dewdrop at ease. He feels like he can laugh now, like he can breathe again, deep breaths full of all life has to offer. “Anyway, I played around with the angles until it hit that fucking dynamite spot, you’ll know it when you hit it,” Swiss promises, a smile creeping across his face as he reminisces, “and the rest was history. A lil bit of thrusting here and some stroking there and I came so hard I cried,” he deadpans, as if he’s not recounting a story of him masturbating.
“Seriously, spitfire, you’ll love it, I’m sure,” and it’s all Dewdrop can do to pray to Satan below that Swiss is right.
Dinner runs without a hitch, Dewdrop eats a respectable amount for a guy so nervous about his imminent gut-rearranging. And more importantly, he thinks he’s managed to keep it a secret, Rain still doesn’t know the toys have arrived. The water ghoul is living in blissful ignorance to the sweet, tender sex that will follow their usual post-dinner makeout session. That for the first time, Dewdrop will be an active recipient of pleasure, and he’ll enjoy it; at least that’s what he hopes.
It starts as it does most nights, Rain playing footsie with Dewdrop, sliding his scaly foot up and down the fire ghoul’s shin, making those dumb heart eyes at him. Dewdrop swears if Rain was a cartoon, his eyes would spend half the time booming out from their sockets in adoration for his mate, it’s endearing really. Following their adolescent flirting, Rain excuses the pair of them from the already emptying table; if the way Aurora looks at Cumulus is anything to go by, they’re not the only ones with evening plans.
They get as far as the dorm corridor before Dewdrop boxes Rain against the cold, stone wall. The taller ghoul freezes, a forward move from Dewdrop. He can’t quite bring himself to move when Dew begins to mouth at his neck, angling for Rain to bend down and kiss him. Instead he basks in the heat on his jaw as Dewdrop sinks his teeth into Rain’s pale flesh. He moans and the vibrations in his throat only further encourage the shorter ghoul.
“What’s gotten into you, spitfire? Normally you can at least wait until we’re back at yours,” Rain asks as he brings a hand down to knead at Dewdrop’s barely-there ass.
Between sucking and bruising the ghoul’s neck, Dewdrop speaks up, “Hyping myself up.”
“For…?”
“Toys,” Dewdrop whispers, seductive yet laced with a tinge of worry.
Before leaving that morning, Dewdrop had the foresight to at least unpackage and clean the toys, even he was smart enough to know that cleaning toys is a real mood killer, especially for a ghoul already on edge about the whole thing. If there was anything that Dewdrop could prepare for in advance, he was going to do it.
So, laying bare to the world on his bedside table were the toys, sitting proud. Rain didn’t notice them immediately, too focused on the fire ghoul attached to his neck, trying to manoeuvre them into Dewdrop’s room without either of them tripping or stepping on each other. They catch his eye as his mate backs him up towards the bed until his knees give, ungracefully stumbling onto the mattress. Hurried hands fly between them to undress each other. Dewdrop’s fingers filled with nervous energy, struggling with his jeans and Rain, the ever helpful boyfriend gently undoing the button and sliding them down, taking in Dewdrop’s form, just a binder and boxer briefs now. “Fuck he’s handsome,” Rain thinks, verbalising his thoughts to the grinning ghoul above him.
“Wanna use ‘em on me? Was thinking get the dildo out the way tonight?”
“Fuck can’t wait baby, gonna make you feel so good. How do you want to do this?”
Dewdrop answers with a gentle push to Rain’s shoulders, settling him down in the middle of the bed before shedding his underwear and climbing atop the water ghoul, back to chest. The weight of Dewdrop is really nothing to complain about, spread over Rain’s body, it’s barely uncomfortable, more of a weighted blanket if he had to compare it. Besides, if it’s what his droplet wants, he’ll be damned if he doesn’t give him exactly that.
With him, Dewdrop brings the toys, laying them carefully by Rain’s hip alongside a bottle of lube. Once settled, he takes a moment. What for, he isn’t really sure. Maybe to calm himself down, but he feels an odd sense of relief, of readiness. He isn’t scared anymore. He wants it to happen, he’s excited even. Perhaps that’s why he’s slowed down, to appreciate and bask in the feeling.
As he lays on Rain, his golden hair resting perfectly on the water ghoul’s neck, Rain lifts his head up to meet Dewdrop’s scalp pressing long kisses into it. “So proud of you baby,” he whispers between them, hand idly thumbing the silicone toy by his side. Rain was truly happy with the idea that Dewdrop would never try penetration, he was content to live out their lives as they were. With that, he could sense Dewdrop’s hesitation, how he became disengaged during sex if Rain’s hand ever veered too low. But the way he acted didn’t seem to be fear, no, Dewdrop’s face would turn pensive, as if he were pondering what if? A poignant question the fire ghoul now knew the answer to. Well perhaps not the answer, but he’s certain he’s explored his feelings enough to know he wants it and he wants it now.
The binder still clinging to his chest is becoming uncomfortable at best with how Dewdrop’s sweating at Rain’s sweet words of encouragement and that familiar cold hand roaming his stomach. It’s itchy and riding up at the bottom but he doesn’t care, he’s too caught up in the moment, something he doesn’t think he’s ever experienced. To not be hyper aware of every sensation but instead to be dialled in on a specific feeling, it’s bliss.
Against him, Dewdrop can feel Rain pulsing, leaking onto the small tuft of hair at the small of his back. It feels odd, to be the one selflessly experiencing pleasure, Rain gladly putting aside his own needs in favour of pleasing his mate.
“My sweet baby boy, I can feel you leaking, may I?” Rain asks, bringing deft fingers to Dewdrop’s entrance, hovering, waiting for permission. Dewdrop need only bring his hand over Rain’s before the water ghoul gently swipes over his folds, bringing his slick-soaked hand to his mouth. “Oh Dewdrop you taste divine. Thank you for sharing this part of you with me.”
It’s not even an attempt at dirty talk but it makes Dewdrop’s stomach jump nonetheless. He’s finally starting to believe Rain loves him as he is. While Rain is preoccupied salivating over the taste of the fire ghoul, Dewdrop flicks open the cap on the lube as he squirts a generous amount onto the head of the light purple toy
“Would you do the honour?” Dewdrop asks weakly, offering the slicked up toy to the water ghoul.
“Want to let you have this moment Dewdrop,” Rain replies, this is Dewdrop’s journey, he’s just along for the ride. Dewdrop teases his entrance, letting the purple head get even wetter as he drags it along his folds, collecting slick as small whines escape his lips. It once again surprises him how at ease he feels. After years of turmoil, worrying that he’s faking it all, he’s never felt as sure of his identity as he does in this moment.
“Whenever you’re ready droplet”, Rain coos, placing chaste kisses on Dewdrop’s neck. And with that Dew pushes in, slowly but steadily moving the toy until his hand lies flush with his skin. It’s an odd feeling, a completely new, foreign sensation but it doesn’t feel wrong. Far from it. It brings with it an overwhelming sense of familiarity too, an instinctual need. He knows exactly what to do. It’s not rocket science, Dewdrop knows this, but he’s still taken aback by just how easy it feels. It’s with that realisation he cautiously begins to pump the cock in and out of his dripping cunt.
As Dewdrop lay atop Rain, knees bent and feet planted on the mattress, the fire ghoul finds a respectable rhythm, butterflies in his stomach every time he thrusts the silicone deep inside him. He can’t believe he’s put it off for so long, denying himself divine pleasure. Filling the room along with the slick sounds of Dewdrop fucking himself are the sweet words of encouragement spilling from Rain’s lips like a burst dam.
“So proud of you, droplet, can hear just how much you like it.”
“That’s it, keep going, fuckkkk just like that.”
“Feel how hard you’re making me? Shit- that’s all you, spitfire. You and your insatiable body, such a good boy.”
The words imprint themselves on Dewdrop’s brain, burned in forever. Rain’s not telling him how pretty he is or groping his chest, he’s appreciating Dewdrop for exactly who he is, a man. And for once, he’s not jealous that Rain has a dick, doesn’t spite him for it. Because he, too, is experiencing pleasure and he got it all wrong, he doesn’t need a penis for that. Sure it would be nice but right now he feels pretty fucking incredible. Rain’s words have such an effect on Dewdrop that he’s becoming too worked up to keep a steady rhythm, the stimulation is too much to concentrate on keeping it going. He crooks his head back, asking silently, and Rain just knows what he wants.
The dildo changes hands, Rain now in charge of Dewdrop’s pleasure, entrusted with making the fire ghoul feel good, and boy does he deliver. Pressing pretty kisses to Dewdrop’s neck, his hand fumbles for the toy. The transition is near seamless and Dew melts. It felt good before but shit Rain knows what he’s doing, angling it just right to make Dewdrop cry out a choked moan- Swiss was right, Dew did know when he hit that spot. The spot that makes his stomach churn in the best way as he listens to the slick nosies and the sound of Rain’s skin slapping against his inner thigh as he pumps Dewdrop full.
He’s writhing on Rain’s tense body now, hips canting towards the stimulation, rocking into the water ghoul’s cock, smearing pre against the small of his back. Dewdrop can’t bring himself to care about the torture he must be inflicting upon his mate. He’s been so selfless all these years, he’s giving himself tonight to be completely selfish about his needs.
His orgasm starts to build and he vocalises, “Oh fuck I- I think I’m close fuck please don’t stop. Please. Keep going. Fuck. Rain. Ah. Keep-” Rain shushes him to give his permission. Not that Dewdrop needed it, but to let the fire ghoul know Rain’s not going anywhere.
“Lean into it darling, let go for me. Such a good boy, taking it so well. So proud of you, baby,” and with those words Dewdrop is clenching around the toy as his cunt spasms and he whines high and reedy, uncaring about pitching his voice lower, he doesn’t need to perform for anyone, not right now, anyway. Rain can feel Dewdrop’s release coating the toy in such copious amounts it’s running off and onto the water ghoul’s digits.
Dripping onto his balls, Rain can feel just how wet Dewdrop is as slick gushes out of his hole. Rain wants nothing more than to gather his boy’s slick and jack himself to an almighty climax, but not tonight. There’ll be plenty of nights for that to happen. Tonight is all about Dewdrop. Rain would truly be happy to never cum again if it meant Dewdrop could finally live in pleasure instead of pain. Rain’s had his good times, he’s lived his life; Dewdrop’s is only just starting.
Dewdrop’s still in a state of awe. He did it. He got off. On just internal stimulation. A feat he truly never believed he’d be able to do, despite his years-long curiosity about it (okay, the base of the dildo relentlessly hitting his clit might have been part of it, but still, it’s all connected, right?). As he comes down from the first high of the night, Rain babbles nothing but praise, eager for his love not to drop after such an intense high. He knows how easy it would be- post nut clarity is no joke and Dewdrop’s worked himself up about this so much, it wouldn’t take a lot for him to spiral. To feel that shame creeping up, enveloping him in a thick coat of inescapable humiliation at him, a man, enjoying being fucked like a woman. So Rain doesn’t let it happen, showering him with enough praise to make anyone blush, rocking his dick against Dewdrop every so often to remind him that he’s desirable.
Hair sticks to Dewdrop’s face as he pants, still overcome with euphoria from the intensity of his orgasm. He suddenly feels himself clenching around nothing, opening his eyes to see the toy in Rain’s hand. Fuck- it’s dripping in cum and oh Rain’s bringing it up towards them, past Dewdrop’s face and he’s moaning as he takes it hungrily in his mouth, to the hilt, moaning into it. “Wanted to test the theory it taste even sweeter after the event, my love,”
“And…?” Dewdrop probes.
“What do you think, droplet?” The water ghoul smirks, brining the toy to Dewdrop’s swollen lips, “See for yourself.”
A tentative tongue makes its way to the tip of the dildo giving an exploratory lick. It’s not nice per se but there’s something about being able to taste his own release that makes it that much nicer. Still, he’s not sure it tastes divine but perhaps Rain is really that in love with him.
“Ready for round two?” Dewdrop questioned, a grin adorning his blissed out face.
“Fuck- really? Anything for you, Dewdrop. How do you want it? Want me to pump you full again, or I could eat you out? Perhaps you-”
“-m not ready for you to touch me there yet I don’t think, sorry,” he blurts out and Rain’s heart sinks. Not at Dewdrop’s sentiment but that he feels sorry for it.
“My spitfire, that’s more than okay. You don’t ever have to be ready, this is already more than I ever imagined we’d do together. Satan, I’m so lucky to have you. Want to try the vibe instead?”
And just like that, Dewdrop’s inspecting the vibrator, hands travelling over the plane of the toy, feeling the ridges before testing the mechanism. Slowly twisting the dial at the bottom, wondering if it’s broken until- buzz. It’s intense, the blood being drained from his fingers as the toy throbs in his hand.
“Easy, Dewbug, we’ll start off slow and build up to that. Trust me, I know what I’m doing,” and Dewdrop does trust him. It’s finally sinking in that Rain truly does have Dewdrop’s best interests at heart.
Dewdrop spreads his legs once more, cool air hitting his clit despite it being almost hidden beneath his curls. He clenches on instinct, cringing when he feels another glob of his release make its way to the pool collecting on Rain’s lithe body. It surprises him. He doesn’t feel disgust or shame at his body’s response to the fucking incredible action of Rain’s hand, he feels proud he was able to cum for Rain, to be a good boy.
“Fuck baby, still leaking, huh? So good for me,” Rain whispers.
With that, Dewdrop hears the familiar rumble of the vibrator. A sleek, black thing, phallic in size but not in aesthetic. The mechanical whir fills the room, though it’s not as overbearing as when Dewdrop cranked the dial all the way, it’s a more subtle hum.
Rain hesitates, bringing a hand up to rest on Dewdrop’s stomach, “Droplet, can I touch you?” he asks.
“You just fucked me silly with a dildo, of course you can do it with the vibe,” Dewdrop replies, enamoured by his mate but slightly confused nonetheless.
“I mean- your uhm chest, Dewdrop. Want to feel your heart beat as I take you apart.”
He ponders, the purr of the motor a backdrop to his thoughts. It’s not like Rain would see his chest, or even really feel it, hidden behind the thick wall of his binder. And thinking about it, even if he did, Dewdrop’s not sure he’d mind. Rain’s carved out their time together as a place for Dewdrop to truly be himself. The offer has always been there to not bind, to raise his voice back to its natural pitch, Rain made it unequivocally clear that he doesn’t mind. But Dewdrop always has, until now.
A small nod accompanied with a hushed yes is all Rain needs to start. After years of spending almost every waking moment together, Rain knows when his mate is being sincere. Enthusiastic consent is the only consent is a great general rule but their connection goes deeper. The non-verbal signs, the way Dewdrop’s breathing steadies when he feels safe and his eyes search for Rain’s to ground himself. The way his eyes scrunch and his lips curl up almost imperceptibly when he’s around Rain. It’s not apprehension, it’s nervous excitement about experiencing yet another new sensation, even if it is through the plate of his binder. And Dewdrop knows Rain would never go further than he wants, not without explicitly asking. So he lies there safe in the knowledge that creeping fingers won’t find their way under the hem of his binder, but will freely roam atop it, mapping out Dewdrop’s contours.
Whimpers accompany Rain’s renewed movement, vibrator making feather light touches to Dewdrop’s dick as his other hand plants itself over the fire ghoul’s chest, the wide span covering him almost entirely. It’s like being jacked off by The Flash, the plastic beating down on his clit with an unrelenting pace while Rain keeps his hand steady, letting the toy do all the work. Moans fill the room as Dewdrop squirms atop Rain.
“Does it feel good, baby? Yeah? Keep making those noises for me, fuck.”
All the apprehension, the years of turmoil, only for Dewdrop to be a whimpering, writhing mess within an hour of getting his (and Rain’s) hands on himself. It’s funny really, in hindsight. And he’s glad he can finally indulge himself in these fantasies, that his mind allows him to enjoy himself.
With that thought, Rain’s deft hand cranks the dial, the buzz turning to a roar as the vibrator near shakes under Rain’s digits. Bringing it back down to Dewdrop’s clit, the fire ghoul shouts, “Oh fuck Rainy- shit- I- awgh- so much- I,” he’s trembling under Rain’s touch, hips bucking into the vibe, desperate to get off on the stimulation that’s both far too much and not enough.
The hand on Dewdrop’s chest begins to roam, firm touches tracing his body, committing it to memory. The first time of many, Rain’s sure, if the wanton moans leaving Dewdrop’s lips are any measure to go by. His hands brush over the light smattering of hair on Dew’s stomach and Satan below Rain wants to worship Dewdrop’s body forever, remind him each and every time just how fucking hot he is. It would be an endless back and forth of Rain smothering him in compliments and Dewdrop not believing a word. But perhaps with enough time, he’d come around.
Rain’s hands continue their ministrations as the squirming ghoul above him becomes louder with each circle of the vibrator around his dick. The water ghoul is just about to check in when Dewdrop interrupts him, “Close! Ah- shit- I’m about to cum- please- don’t stop- just like th- ahh fuck,” he hisses. It only spurs Rain on, increasing the pressure and finally turning the vibe up to the maximum intensity. Drawing circles around his clit, occasionally dipping below to gather Dewdrop’s pre and cum from his first orgasm. The slick noises that fill the room, combined with the insane amount of stimulation Dewdrop’s receiving, have him spilling almost instantly with a cry, “-m cumming, fuck Rainy thankyouthankyouthankyou fucking ahh.”
A minute passes, at most, before Rain is turning down the dial and smoothing his hand over Dewdrop’s binder, fixing it’s twisted state on his chest. Sure that his mate is finally satiated, now is definitely the time to make sure his mental state doesn’t drop in that post-orgasm haze. Cum-drunk is the best way to describe Dew, a wide smile on his face, eyes barely open, and chest heaving as he recovers from one of, if not the most, intense orgasms of his life.
“How are you feeling, droplet? You were so good, took it all so well.”
“I feel… like I want to go again. Want you to fill me up, fuck, that was so hot. I think I said it a moment ago but thank you for indulging me Rainy, there’s no one I’d rather pump me with a toy,” he finishes with a kiss blown to his mate.
Rain giggles at Dew’s sentiment, ever the romantic, “Maybe not tonight, sweetheart, already gone stiff, not sure I could guide you through another orgasm. And wouldn’t want you getting greedy, hmm?” He jokes.
Stiff, Dewdrop thinks, shifting in place to confirm his suspicion, shit he’s still hard. “Wait, don’t you want to get off? Only feels right after what you gave me.”
“I’ll be fine, handsome, there’s always tomorrow.”
An idea worms its way inside Dewdrop’s mind, “We could use the vibe, could jack you off, make you fuck my fist?”
And how could Rain so no to his puppy-eyed boyfriend and his incredulously horny suggestion. Dewdrop sits up, kneeling over Rain’s legs. Vibrator in hand, he starts it up and closes his fist around Rain’s weeping cock. Rain shudders at the sensation, at finally having something more than the friction against the small of Dewdrop’s back. It’s intense, the fire ghoul wasting no time in jacking the vibe up to the maximum setting, hell bent on just getting Rain off, and he isn’t complaining. “Oh Dewdrop I love you so much, fuck- don’t know what I’d do without you in my life- ahhh keep going, ‘m already close,”
“Aww baby, can’t keep going just a little longer? No? I don’t blame you, the show I put on was fucking hot, wasn’t it?”
All Rain can do is nod fervently in response to Dewdrop’s questions. His ruddy head sliding through the fire ghoul’s slick hand, sliding up against the hard plastic of the vibrator. The mix of hot and cold drives him crazy as he utters more confessions of love to his mate. It’s not like it’s the first time he’s said it, but it feels so much more real, knowing he’s seen this vulnerable side of Dewdrop. The smaller ghoul always feared that if he let this side of himself be seen, he’d be left, upset and alone for eternity. Seeing that Rain still loves him after tonight, well fuck if that doesn’t encourage him to make Rain scream his name.
“Wanna hear you,” he mutters.
“Oh yeah, baby? What do you want to hear? You’re being such a good boy for me, gonna bust all over your hand.”
“Want you to say my name,” Dewdrop says, unsure if it’s a question or a statement, but Rain knows exactly what to do.
Dewdrop braces himself on Rain’s chest and the heat of his palm pushes Rain over the edge, “Oh Dew, fuck you treat me so well my Dewdrop, I fucking love you, don’t you ever forget it,” he cries out to anyone who could be listening, and he’s sure there are people getting their fix on the sounds emanating from the room. Dewdrop keeps his hand steady as ever, watching Rain’s cock spurt thick white ropes, seemingly endlessly, twitching as the water ghoul cants his hips with an ever waning intensity.
“Fuck, I love you too, Rain.”
And Dewdrop means it with no hesitation. He’s not sure any other person could have made tonight as incredible as Rain has. He’ll never understand what he did for Satan to reward him like this, but he doesn’t need to know, just having Rain is enough.
Trans aether taking dew with him to get his first t shot. Dew nearly passes out at the sight of it but over time he's the one giving aeth the shots when our Big Boy just isn't feeling the love for it. Putting a paw patrol plaster over the injection site and giving aether lots of kisses to distract him (have you ever seen videos of doctors giving vaccines to babies where they just tap the kid all over to distract them, yeah that). Aether finally having the hairy chest he's always imagined and kitty dew making biscuits on it!!
Transmasc swiss asking rain to measure him for a binder because he can't quite get the angle right and rain is the only one he feels comfortable with :') it arrives a few weeks later and swiss is so happy he spends the whole day without a shirt on just to show everyone how much flatter he is, "look dew, they've disappeared!"
Transfem sunny immediately being accepted into the ghoulettes den when she comes out. cirrus paints her nails while cumulus does online shopping with her to get a new wardrobe (they get matching pyjama sets and have already organised this year's group halloween costume)
Anyway reblog to spread some trans joy! Lord knows we need it
Pissboy Chronicles Part 5 - Desperate Times Call For Desperate Measures (Chapter 1/3)
WC: 1.5k
Summary: Phantom struggles to hold it during a road trip.
Notes: guys it's piss again, yippeeeee. this is chapter one of a three chapter fic, no unusual warnings for this chapter but tags will be updated as they come out.
CWs: piss, wetting, desperation, etc. and semi-public masturbation but it's just the other ghouls
ahahah i haven't written in ages please be nice and reblog it and leave nice comments about our little pissboy <3
Read below the cut or on AO3
Phantom sits in the backmost seat of the van, bladder aching. He knows he shouldn’t have had that extra Mountain Dew when Swiss stopped to fuel up but it was such an exciting colour, how couldn’t he? Between Mount and Cirrus up front, having a deadly serious conversation about the feasibility of space travel; Aurora, Cumulus and Dewdrop in the middle playing what has to be the world’s most heated game of uno; and Swiss and Rain on either side of Phantom, both staring wistfully out their respective windows, he thinks he’s safe.
Safe from the prying, vulture-eyes of his packmates. He reaches to subtly clench his dick, reaching to pull his hoodie down as his hand wraps around his crotch, squeezing tightly. He almost doubles over at the sensation, bringing both relief and a sense of urgency that wasn’t there before. He can’t ask Cirrus to stop again, he’s pretty sure she’ll leave him at the gas station if he does. The poor ghoul has lost track of how many times he’s made the pack stop. Each time he sheepishly raises his voice from the back of the van, it’s met with a litany of groans and occasionally a travel pillow being thrown at him. But it’s never been this bad before. He can normally ask to stop before he’s on the verge of wetting himself. Yet here he is, dick threatening to spurt with every bump Cirrus not-so-gracefully drives over, at full speed. Alas, they’re running late because of him already.
He’s wrestling with his thoughts, plagued with the decision of what, if anything, to say. Will his next words be asking for permission or forgiveness? Begging the ghoulette to pull over, even if it’s just on the side of the road; or admitting to his entire pack that he’s pissed himself like a petulant child who swore he didn’t need to go when they left. The quintessence ghoul’s brain can’t handle either of those outcomes and before he can settle on a third choice, he’s interrupted by a suspiciously damp sensation on the pads of his fingers. He brings them up and inspects them in the sunlight, glistening. Shit.
“Hey bug, whatcha looking at?” Swiss probes. Even bigger shit.
“Uhh just checking my nails,” he replies, keeping his eyes down at his crotch, noticing the wet spot that’s outlining the head of his dick.
Phantom thanks Satan his feeble excuse seems to satisfy the multi ghoul, returning back to staring at the horizon. Good news considering Phantom’s dick is now spurting in quick, irregular intervals, his basketball shorts turning a dark shade as he clamps his legs together to abate the stream. He can get away with it - the seats are separated and no one’s paying any attention - but only if he doesn’t drip onto the floor. So he relieves himself in small bursts, allowing his boxers, shorts, and the upholstery to soak up his release before relaxing his muscles again to piss some more. It’s painful each time and he struggles to dam the flood. Not only is it painful to deny himself the relief his bladder is screaming for, but he would be lying if he said it wasn’t turning him on. Many times, he’s suffered at the hands of another ghoul, being filled up with water only to beg them for release. But this is a different experience entirely. It’s a distinctive type of shame that only comes with a true accident, and boy is it getting him hot and bothered. This is what all the fantasies he’s played out with Rain have been leading up to, an honest-to-Satan mistake, a misjudgement with very wet consequences.
Several agonising minutes pass, counted by Phantom’s continual contraction and relaxation of his muscles. His core is aching from his efforts to keep still, not to squirm like he so wantonly would if this was a scene. This time, there is no punishment, just the shame of knowing he can’t control himself. It’s with Cirrus’ unceremonious approach to a rather large pothole that lets Phantom release the last of his stream. He’s soaked, the entirety of his shorts a darker shade than he’d left the abbey with; holding just enough liquid that they shouldn’t drip when he stands, the seat definitely got the worst of it, he thinks.
The other problem with basketball shorts? They do a terrible job at hiding his ever-growing erection. Forgetting he’s sharing a van with seven other ghouls, his mind wanders to how wet he is, feeling the fabric clinging to him and basking in the warmth provided by his release. Completely lost in his thoughts, he ponders the scenarios in which he’s found out. It’s not that he wants to be called out but if Cumulus were to find him all wet, red hot and embarrassed and tease him about it, press her hand against his soggy clothes then maybe jack him off in the bathroom, he wouldn’t be opposed to it.
He’s brought out of his daydream as Cirrus slams on the brakes, muttering something about a jackass who needs to learn to drive. Phantom squeaks as his hand is pushed right onto his aching dick. Despite his state of saturation, he feels the unmistakable sensation of his cock leaking, making the inside of his boxers sticky. He’s in too deep now, there’s no way he’s getting out of the van without cumming. Looking around, everyone still seems occupied; most notably Swiss is playing on Phantom’s switch (he’ll be having words when he can form a coherent sentence) and Rain is asleep, that ghoul can and will sleep anywhere.
So Phantom subtly reaches his hand into his hoodie pouch, dragging it over the tent in his shorts. He grasps around his dick as much as he can through the layers and has to hold back a whimper at how sensitive he is; for better or worse, he’s sure this will be over quickly. Swiss shoots him a glare as he shuffles in his seat, near-groaning at the renewed wetness engulfing him, “Oh- um- what are you playing?” Phantom asks, desperate to divert attention off him.
“Quit moaning, it’s not like you were gonna play it mister carsick, and you can see it’s minecraft, kid, come on.”
“Yeah- sorry, think I should maybe- um get my eyes checked,” he chuckles, a poor alternative to moaning as he realises he hasn’t stopped jacking himself for this conversation. Immediately he looks away to signal to Swiss he’s done, not sure he’d be able to keep it together for many more words without a whine sneaking out and giving him away.
With the focus back on his cock, Phantom strokes himself from root to tip, feeling the squelch as he compresses the material. He feels his dick leaking with each pass of the soaked fabric over himself. He thinks about the mess he’s going to have made at the end of it all; walking- waddling- to the bathroom, peeling down his shorts, then his boxers and looking at the sticky mix of piss and cum coating them. What if Mountain walked in on him, cautious not to leave the bug behind, only to see Phantom with his shamefully wet shorts around his knees, hard cock leaking against his belly?
The thought is too much and before Phantom has time to react, his orgasm is creeping up on him with a force almost as explosive as his bladder. His whole body shivers as he paints the inside of his underwear with a streaky white. He screws his eyes shut as his cock spurts what feels like an endless amount of cum, coating his cock with nowhere to go in the fibres of the saturated fabric. The quintessence ghoul fights to keep his breathing even and his throat closed as he strokes himself through the orgasm, slightly disappointed no one even batted an eye, although it’s probably for the best, lest they find out why else he’s wet.
Minutes pass and thankfully it’s Dewdrop that calls a stop this time, one too many iced coffees Phantom suspects. Regardless of the reason, Phantom is just glad to have a chance to clean up. He makes his way to the bathroom with his travel bag slung conveniently around his waist. He’ll change his bottoms and then sit on his hoodie to keep the new ones dry.
Rain catches up to the ghoul despite his slightly hurried pace, “Hey Rainy, how was your na-” he’s interrupted by the water ghoul bringing his hand down to slap Phantom’s ass.
“Don’t think you’ve gotten away with this, bug,” Rain threatens, bringing his now wet hand up to hold Phantom’s chin, turning the younger ghoul to look at him. Phantom gulps, “You’re not as subtle as you think, baby,” he pauses, “and don’t you dare think I’ll let this slide.”
