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[batsinthecrypt]

heyyyy yet another prompt. my brain is tormenting me with ideas today, free me 😞

anyways. shy anxious perpetua who’s actually secretly a complete FREAK of a man but who absolutely does not know how to ask someone to fuck him, so he just gets off on [any ghoul] while they’re asleep. bonus points if the ghoul in question wakes up in the middle and properly fucks V

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Meow meow! Ty for letting me know doing Copia instead of a ghoul was cool!!

Anyways Copia X Perpetua

Cw incest, somnophilia(kinda), dub con, anal, edging

Under the cut or on AO3 later!

Perpetua knew fully well what he was doing was wrong. He knew it but still never even tried to stop himself.

For the last week, the man had been unable to get himself to sleep properly, his mind plagued with thoughts of his own twin brother. He'd toss and turn, unable to do anything because he couldn't just ask him to fuck him. It was his brother!

So instead, for the last several nights, he'd found himself creeping into Copia's room to watch him sleep. The first two nights, it was nothing more than that, but on the third night, just watching him sleep was enough for him to ache so bad that he had to touch himself.

It had been the eighth night that he'd snuck into Copia's room, doing the exact same thing he had done the night before. By now, he had figured out that Copia was a rather deep sleeper, meaning he was able to properly have some fun with himself.

Tonight was different. He'd decided to prep himself before he came down, just to be safe in case he had to rush out. He moved to lay back on the futon that was in perfect view of Copia's bed, setting the dildo he'd brought with him beside him.

As quietly as he could, he pulled his pajama pants down and readjusted himself accordingly. He'd left his lube in his room, so he chose to start sucking on the dildo, other hand finding his already plenty hard cock. He set a slow pace, knowing fully well that he had to savor the moment before he could move in earnest.

He swallowed around the dildo with ease, it having come with practice with plenty of others in his past. And then he was pulling it out of his mouth, satisfied with how covered it was with his spit.

There had only been a single bedside reading light left on next to Copia, the man having seemed to get caught up with his work all the way till he fell asleep. Carefully, Perpetua had lined the dildo up with his hole, slowly pushing it in and letting out a gasp from the stretch. "Fuck..." He breathed out quietly, not stopping till he met the base of the toy.

It took him several shaky breaths and another brief adjustment before he started pulling it back now. He continued to stroke his cock at its original pace, the pleasure helping him as he worked himself open enough to comfortably have the dildo slide in and out.

"C..." He breathed out, watching as Copia slept peacefully, finally starting to move the toy at a somewhat decent pace. He had angled it so it would brush up against his sweet spot, hand picking up its pace. He had to be fast, but fuck did he want to do this forever.

Once he had stretched himself plenty, he was quick to set a rather rough pace, the rather obscene sound quickly filling the room. Perpetua tried his best to focus on his breathing, to focus on not moaning. "Copia, please..." He breathed out, biting his bottom lip hard to try and keep his noises in check.

It wasn't long before he was starting to lose pace on his movements, though. The younger of the twins body shaking as it took everything in him not to moan. But then one slipped out, and then another, and suddenly he couldn't stop his noises at all.

Pleasure was wrapped around him, and soon enough, he stopped paying attention all together to his noises, just allowing his body to take the dildo rough and fast. His eyes had fluttered shut, "Copia, oh fuck me please...please...ple-" He was begging at least until he heard a loud shift.

His eyes shot open, and within a second, they were making direct contact with Copia's eyes. It was on instinct for him to pull his hand away from his cock and the dildo out of him, but it slipped out of his hand from the sudden change and fell to the floor with a thud.

Silence quickly filled the room, the two of them staring at each other for what felt like ages. The only noise was the heavy breathing coming from Perpetua, his face growing hot intensely fast.

"You want me to what?" His voice was a little scratchy given he had just been asleep, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Perpetua continued to stare, only swallowing hard instead of responding.

"V. You want me to what?" He repeated, this time much more firm. Perpetua's cock kicked a single time at his voice, and then he was swallowing had again. "I-I want you to fuck me." His words were no louder than a whisper, but with how silent the room was it still was loud in his ears.

The younger of the two flinched hard when Copia was suddenly standing up, "I-I'm sorry- I didn't- we don't- I-" Copia made it over to him fast, grabbing his arm and forcing him to his feet. "You want your own brother to fuck you?" There was evident disgust laced in his tone.

"I-" A sharp gasp is pulled from Perpetua when he feels Copia grip his cock, his mind going blank at the feeling. "And instead of asking, you decide to sneak into my room while I'm sleeping and touch yourself?" A soft whine is pulled from Perpetua, cock kicking in his grasp.

Perpetua gave him a shaky and small nod in response, and before he could even blink, he was being shoved to Copia's bed. He was pushed down against it, chest stuck against the sheets that so comfortably smelled like his brother, feet planted on the floor beside it.

Letting out a gasp, Perpetua tried to stand back up, only for Copia's hand to press on his back and force him against the sheets again. "Oh, what? I thought you wanted me to fuck you? You were begging for it just a minute ago." Disgust still laid heavy in Copia's words, but then he felt a both a new and familiar prodding at his rim.

Before he could speak up, he felt it, the warmth of Copia's cock slam inside of him in a single motion. "O-Oh God!" Perpetua cried out in pleasure, receiving a pitiful laugh from Copia.

"There is no god here." He huffed out, following it with setting a brutal pace of thrusting hard and deep inside of him. Gasping out another moan, his hands gip the bed sheets hard, face laying against the bed as he took what Copia gave him.

Perpetua only cried out when his brother grabbed a fistful of his hair, tugging his head back to force him to let all of his noises out. "Yeah? Are you getting o-off on your own twin brother fuck-ing you?" He knew he was, hell it was obvious that Copia was as well.

"Pl-Please!" Perpetua cried out, resulting in Copia shifting his angle and driving into that sweet spot hidden deep inside of him. "Take it bitch, you're fucking disgusting." Copia was unrelenting with his pace, Perpetua's eyes rolling back with pleasure.

He was being loud, and at any other point in time, he would be worried about waking anyone in nearby rooms, but that was the last thing on his mind. "C-Cum in me! Oh fuck please!" He pleaded, feeling his edge already starting to approach and fast.

This was everything he wanted, and he finally had it. His moans were picking up in pitch, breathing only getting heavier. "O-Oh please! I-I'm g-onna-" And then everything stopped.

Perpetua gasped out a rather pathetic and confused whine as he was shoved back, quickly turning his head to look at Copia. "Awe, you really wanted this, hm?" Copia hummed with a laugh, his own hand stroking his cock to keep his own pleasure going.

"Wh-Why'd you stop?" The younger brother shifted a bit so he could look at him more comfortably. "Go to bed V. We'll talk in the morning." There was a hurt look that quickly filled his expression, "B-Bu-" "Go to bed." It was a demand, and before he even processed it, he was already moving to grab his stuff, left nothing but wanting more.

[batsinthecrypt]

hii hope you don’t mind me adding my own perspective to this lol

but there are actually many many reasons why people would be drawn to dead dove and typically problematic content. a big one i see a lot and personally resonate with is trauma projection. projecting onto fictional media is a good outlet for coping with trauma as it’s not physically or mentally harming any real, living being.

another reason is it’s a way to process intrusive thoughts—again, without harming anyone. it’s a creative outlet to get rid of those thoughts in a more healthy way!

and it could also just be as simple as op said, a fascination with the tabooness of it all. and to me, there’s nothing wrong with that. exploring taboo subjects in fiction isn’t anything new. and i’m sure everyone has had a moment of morbid curiosity lmao

but yeah, that’s just a handful of possible reasons that i can think of off the top of my head ^^

Hey! You’re probably very sick of getting these but this is neither hate nor support. I follow you and have for a while, so I’m just curious. This is in no way hateful.

what draws you to incest? I know you write dead dove, so morally wrong isn’t exactly a word that matters here… what about it is interesting?

Someone actually personally asked me the same question since ngl there has been a bit of chaos behind the scenes since my original post!

My response to them having asked was, "The tabooness, i guess, idrk, i like to write things that are more often than not considered wrong. Im literally not even into it outside of ghost lmao." Which in my mind is a pretty solid answer. I honestly have no idea, some fucked up part of my brain just loves the idea of it!

[batsinthecrypt]

Aether's tummy means he has to unbutton his jeans when he sits down and the rest of the ghouls have a pavlov dog response to the sound of his belt clinking

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have some swiss/dew hunter/prey action!!

read here or on AO3

“Thirty seconds,” Swiss spoke, “That’s all you get.”

Dew turned to look at him over his shoulder, pupils wide and catching the moon’s light. He was barefoot, shirtless, and breathing hard already from the anticipation.

“Count slow,” he whispered.

Swiss grinned, “One…”

Dew didn’t wait for two, he bolted so quickly he almost tripped.

The forest was cool and damp underfoot, branches clawing at Dew’s arms and leaves crunching under his weight. The cold bit at his skin, but his blood burned hot through his body. He ducked a low branch, leaped over a fallen log, pressed deeper into the dark of the woods.

Dew ran until his chest ached, then ducked behind a tree, trying not to pant so loud. He held his breath long enough to listen for Swiss, but there was only silence. No insects chirping, no owls hooting, no critters chittering. The silence was arguably worse to Dew; it surrounded him, isolated him, singled him out. It reminded him that right now he was prey and Swiss was the predator.

“Ready or not, here I come~” The voice broke the silence, sounding too close for comfort. Dew felt his stomach flutter.

He pushed off from the tree and took off again, leaping across a shallow creek bed. Water splashed, cold on his ankles. He didn’t care, though. He only cared about getting as far as he could before Swiss caught him.

Dew wasn’t sure how long he had been running for, but body began to ache and the burn in his lungs made it hard to breathe. He didn’t make it much farther before his legs gave in on themselves and collapsed to his knees, gasping for air. The wind hit his sweat-soaked skin, sending a shiver up his spine.

He looked around, he was smack dab in the center of a clearing. No place to hide, like a sitting duck. He glanced behind himself just in time to see Swiss emerge from the trees, seeming unbothered. Seeming like he hadn’t even broken a sweat. He took a step forward.

Dew scrambled to his feet, legs feeling like jelly under him. But it was useless, Swiss was faster and closed the distance before Dew could make a break for it.

Swiss tackled Dew to the ground, drawing out a wheeze from the fire ghoul as he made impact with the ground. Swiss was on top of him, pinning him chest-down.

Swiss pressed his nose to Dew’s neck and inhaled deep. “Satanas,” he moaned, “I can smell your fear.”

Dew squirmed, trying to push Swiss off of him. He wouldn’t go down without giving a fight. He threw a few curses toward Swiss as he tried to free himself, but Swiss only chuckled and applied more weight on top of Dew.

“You’re not winning this fight, Dewdrop.” Swiss warned. He was right; he’s much larger and much stronger than Dew. But when did that ever stop the ghoul.

Dew huffed, relaxing for a moment to regain his strength before returning to his futile struggling. Swiss gave a mildly amused hum, letting Dew struggle beneath him for a few more seconds before he grabbed Dew’s wrists and pinned them behind his back in one hand.

Swiss’ other hand grabbed Dew’s chin, forcing his face to the side. He leaned down to nip at Dew’s ear before whispering, “Save your energy, droplet. You’ll need it.”

Before Dew could protest, Swiss’ hand had moved to pull Dew’s pants and boxers down to his thighs. He did so with a feral kind of swiftness that made Dew shudder.

Dew could hear Swiss bark out a laugh. He knew why. He was already hard without having even been touched yet. His face flushed with embarrassment.

“Eager, huh?” Swiss commented as he moved to undo his own pants and pull his cock free. “You’re cute, droplet.”

“Shut the fuck up.” Dew growled through gritted teeth. He opened his mouth to say something else, but was cut short with a yelp as a rough hand landed on his ass.

“Fucking hells, Swiss!” Dew hissed, glaring as best he could over his shoulder at the multi who only gave a smug grin in response.

Eventually, Swiss’ grip on Dew’s wrists was gone in favor of his hips, pulling his hips back a little. Swiss brought his fingers to Dew’s lips.

“Open.”

And Dew did so with only slight hesitation. He swirled his tongue around Swiss’ fingers until the multi had declared his work good enough and pulled them from his mouth. They were pressed to his hole and pushed in.

Dew gasped out, followed by a groan at the stretch. Swiss worked him open with one hand, using his other hand to slowly stroke himself. Eventually, he had enough and was ready to move on. The fingers left Dew’s hole, earning a little noise from the fire ghoul. Swiss dragged his cock along Dew’s ass before thrusting into him all at once.

The motion pulled a choked noise from Dew. He wasn’t given much time to adjust to Swiss’ size before the multi had set a decently fast pace.

“So good,” Swiss grunted low into his ear, “Such good prey for me.”

Swiss thrusted roughly into Dew, pulling his hips back a little more until Dew let out a shaky yelp of a moan, indicating Swiss had found his prostate. Swiss grinned to himself, making sure to hit the spot with every thrust.

Dew moaned, burying his face into his arm to try and muffle himself. But Swiss wasn’t having any of that, given the fact he tangled his hand in Dew’s hair and yanked his head back hard, earring a loud moan from the ghoul.

Swiss pressed kisses along Dew’s shoulders and neck before digging his teeth into the sensitive flesh, deep enough to leave a mark that would last a few days. Dew dug his nails into the dirt as he moaned out more, eyes rolling to the back of his head.

“F-fuck— Swiss,” Dew whined, rocking his hips back in rhythm with Swiss’s thrusts. He felt dizzy, his cock leaking pre.

Swiss groaned low into Dew’s ear. He moved his hand from Dew’s hair, snaking it around his hips and wrapping around Dew’s cock, earbing a shaky breath from the fire ghoul. It only took a few pumps before Dew was babbling out between moans.

“Swiss, please—fuck I— ‘m gonna cum!”

Swiss sped up his motions, pulling such beautiful moans from Dew. “Go ahead, Droplet. Cum for me,”

And he did, body going limp against the ground. Swiss fucked into him a few more times before he came as well.

They stayed like that for a long moment, catching their breaths. Dew gave a little noise, but Swiss didn’t pull out.

Oh no, baby,” He purred, kissing behind Dew’s ear. “I’m not done with you yet.”

“Shit,” Dew cursed under his breath. Tonight was sure to be a long one…

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“I will gladly sexualize that shit” REAL AS FUCK!!!!! you’re so based for that

okay well in that case uhhhmm uhh okay concider.. phantom with cat-scratch cuts, dew noticing and making them “do it for real” with. smut involved.

also once again pushing my transmasc they/he phantom propaganda 🙏🙏

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OUGH YES!!!

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

Dewdrop x Trans!Phantom

CW for SH, encouraged and forced SH, blood, blood play, dacryphilia, improper treatment of open wounds, dub con

Under the cut or on AO3 soon

It had felt like ages since Dewdrop had been able to convince Phantom to have sex with him, but tonight was finally the night he'd gotten him to fold. The ghoul had, in general, seemed quite closed off from wanting sex with any of the pack, all except for Swiss. But even then, the ghoul only seemed open for quick fucks that didn't require stripping.

But, Phantom had finally caved, and that's exactly what lead Dewdrop to be kissing the ghoul's neck with a leg shoved against the quint's aching cunt.

The ghoul let out a soft whine from the pressure, and this was what got Dewdrop to start pulling off the hoodie that Phantom was wearing. The ghoul was quick to pull it back down, though, shaking his head. "W-Want it on." He huffed, the fire ghoul accepting the request and moving down to undo the quint's pants instead.

It wasn't rare for Phantom to want to keep his shirt or hoodie on during sex. Sometimes, his chest was a bit too much for him, after all. It didn't take Dewdrop much effort to get the ghoul's pants off, though, and soon enough, his boxers as well.

A low purr rumbled in Dewdrop's chest at the sight of the ghoul's cunt, it already wet and ready for him. He didn't even hesitate before shoving two fingers inside of him, the taller ghoul gasping out a moan of surprise.

By the way that Dewdrop had almost immediately set a fast pace, he did not intend this to be anything more than a quick fuck. Phantom gasped out yet another loud moan, practically melting under his touch. It was so much so fast.

Phantom had easily brought a hand down to start rubbing at his clit as well, thankful that the fire ghoul didn't try to stop him. It was absolutely zero surprise to either of them when Phantom's moans had picked up a pitch, and his thighs were shaking. He was getting close, and from the looks of things, it wasn't stopping till he came.

Turns out he was wrong though, just as he was reaching his edge, suddenly Dewdrop's fingers were gone and his own hand was forced away. His eyes shot open from when they were originally blissfully shut, letting out a loud choked whine from the loss.

He had quickly cut himself off, though, when he processed what he was looking at. Dewdrop had a death grip on his wrist and had his hoodie sleeve rolled up to his elbow. This would have been an odd action to pull, if it weren't for the fresh cat-like scratches on his arm. They were done earlier that day as well, meaning they still had dried blood on them and irritated from the hoodie.

Phantom's cunt repeatedly clenched around nothing from the loss, but he didn't even breathe as he waited for the reaction. "Did you do these?" Dewdrop asked quietly, the tone rather scary in his mind.

"Y-Yes?" He couldn't deny it, Dewdrop knew. It was obvious he just wanted confirmation. The pause that went on between the two felt like forever, and then Dewdrop was gripping his hand tight enough to make the ghoul wince. "They're pathetic." He huffed, receiving a both confused and hurt noise from Phantom.

"Wh-What?" He asked with his eyebrows ruffling, "They're pathetic. They won't even scar, do you not know how to cut yourself?" Dewdrop sounded angry about it, but not in the right way. Phantom tried to pull his arm back, but Dewdrop's grip only tightened. "These won't even scar. You need me to show you how to do it?" He hissed, already moving to grab a knife from his bedside table. A panicked chitter was pulled from Phantom when he watched the knife quickly move from the drawer to Dewdrop's hand. It was positioned against his arm, and naturally, he tried to yank his arm away. "W-Wait!"

Dewdrop pressed hard, then quickly pulled the knife back. The ghoul yelped loudly, burning pain quickly filling his arm. He'd forced himself to look away when it happened, but then he could feel blood running down his arm. Carefully, he looked back, and the sight made him rather nauseous. It wasn't a concerning amount deep, but it was concerning to him. This cut was much deeper than his own, not even needing to wait to know it would leave a thick scar there.

The pain had eventually dulled after several long moments of the ghoul watching it drip blood onto his hoodie and the blanket beneath him, and then the knife was being forced into his hand and guided over to his wrist. Dewdrop smiled at the sight of the ghoul, continuing to watch, before using his hand to press the knife against his skin harder.

Phantom winced a little at the pressure, the blade barely digging into his skin. "Now, pull it back fast." The ghoul hesitated for a second, but before he could stop himself, his hand pulled back, and the same pain had filled his arm. He hissed out at it before yelping in surprised pleasure when Dewdrop's fingers were shoved back inside of him.

"Wh-What?" He huffed out, eyes only looking away from his arm for a second to see what Dewdrop was doing. "Keep going." He hissed out, receiving a soft chitter from the ghoul.

Rain carefully lined the knife up with his arm again, trying to focus on how the blood dripped onto Dewdrop's comforter instead of the pain. The fire ghoul had suddenly set that same pace as before, making the ghoul gasp out a loud but pained moan. Something about this made Phantom's head spin, and then he was pulling the blade against his skin again.

Somehow, the pain was even better this time, the ghoul's eyes rolling back in pleasure. What he didn't seem to expect though, was the hand quickly being replaced with Dewdrop's cock. He set a rough and fast pace, being unrelenting to the poor ghoul.

Phantom's moans were quickly filling the room, the ghoul nearly dropping the knife only for Dewdrop to force him to grip it harder again. "D-Do it again." He huffed, guiding the knife back to his arm.

Shakily, the ghoul pressed the knife down and sliced his arm open yet again, the line blurring now between his pain and pleasure. He was getting close again, "Again." Dewdrop huffed, bringing a hand to Phantom's clit and rubbing fast and hard at it.

Phantom could feel his edge coming, only barely able to bring the knife back over to his arm. He guessed from what Dewdrop said, he knew as well, "Cum for me, c'mon, do it." He huffed out, and then he was. The ghoul slit his wrist one final time right as he started to cum, gasping out a choked moan of pain and pleasure as he did.

The knife had been pulled from his hand when he came, vision going white as his high slammed into him. But soon enough, he was coming back down from it with a shaky whine.

Phantom could only feel pain in his arm now, the warmth of his blood easily going over his arm. What surprised him, though, was that Dewdrop was grabbing his arm and then pulling his cock out of him. Dewdrop's hand was quick to replace the source of his pleasure, pumping it hard and fast to seek out his own orgasm.

He pulled Phantom's arm closer, receiving a concerned chitter from the ghoul. Before he could even think to stop him, the fire ghoul was cumming hard. Thick white stripes of cum shot directly onto his arm with a loud moan, the ghoul working himself through it as Phantom hissed from the pain of it.

"F-Fuck..." Dewdrop hissed out himself, relaxing and letting go of his arm. "Th-That was good." He huffed with a smile, the quint just focusing on his now cum and blood covered arm. "Go clean yourself up, and I expect you to wash my sheets."

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oh hey it’s wednesday! have a mountain/rain/swiss smut WIP. as a treat.

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consider ☝️ throat fucking rain while also fingering his gills. we like, yes? 👀👀

He's not big, not like Mountain or Swiss or Aether. But he fills Rain's throat up like no other, sliding home like his mouth was made for him. Pre dripping down the water ghoul's throat like an addictive IV drip, one that Rain drinks down for as long as Dew wants.

"Mn. That's good, starfish," Dew groans, tipping his head back. He cants his hips and relishes in the little sound it gets him. "How's your mouth always so good?"

Rain only hums around his cock. Pulling off just far enough to suckle on the tip, then sheathing him all the way back down.

"Fuck, yeah, do it so good." Dew thumbs across Rain's cheek, swiping a stray tear. Rain swallows, undulating his throat along the length of him and earning a groan of his own. The gills on his throat flare and follow that motion, fins fluffing and exposing deep red filaments. Glistening, perpetually wet. Just wide enough to-

"Hhng," Rain gags, Dew's finger caressing the inside of his gill making him stutter in his sucking.

"Yeah," Dew groans. He pets along the slit, moisture bubbling up under his fingertip. Slick, viscous, and familiar, but still uniquely Rain. The fire ghoul grasps the back of his head with his free hand, thrusting deep.

Rain's eyes flutter, lifting to the back of his head as Dew adds another finger, the first going that much deeper. That much closer to stroking the delicate, sensitive outer tissue of his throat. That much closer to-

"Nng-hn," Rain whimpers.

"Fuckin' hells, never gets old," Dew sighs as he presses on the wall of Rain's throat. It gives a little resistance, but not enough to prevent him from feeling the rounded head of his cock slipping down. It really doesn't get old, having someone to show, to share this experience with him. It's different on the receiving end--overwhelming, spine-tingling. Taboo, in a way. Dew never did it often, but he's been sinfully graced with a water ghoul to return the favor. Someone that lets him use, take, as much as he'll let him. As much as he wants.

And sometimes, that's hotter.

Rain whimpers again, hips twitching against nothing.

Dew's hands tighten in his hair. "That's it, starfish," he groans. "Satanas, keep--yeah."

And before he can pull out again, Rain takes a shaky hand and wraps it around Dew's wrist, the bottom half of his hand, forcing him to slip his fingers in even deeper into his throat. Dew's hips and breath stutter. Rain's moan vibrates around his cock and rumbles under the fingers that caress the hard line of it.

"Oh shit," he gasps. "Take it--swallow it, fuck."

"Uhng-hn," Rain groans, proceeding to impale himself on Dew's cock and stay there, gills and nose flaring for breath.

But Dew's grip on his head and the tears running down his cheeks means he's not moving until Dew paints his throat with hot release.

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Ok yeah what fuckingEVERRR WHATEVER. Post more about dew with his belt around Swiss’ throat. Pls. For me. For meeeee. Pls (: tee hee. He. PLEASE <3

Oh okayyyy….Cause you said please

Unsafe breathplay practices w/ no on screen negotiated consent, a little bit of threatening, Swiss is a brat, brief trans masc Dew moment, I tried to keep this short

His grin hadn’t budged when his knees first hit the floor. Just a thin layer of carpet over a slab of unforgiving concrete, the initial ache in his joints was nothing yet. The hand that had forced him there found its way into his hair, unkind and uncaring fingers twisted up in his locs only to tug hard enough to thump his skull against the wall of the dressing room. Only then did his smile falter.

Swiss had tried to knock Dew away but the little ghoul had a surprisingly solid death grip when he wanted to. Grabbed his wrist like he sought to snap it, holding that much tighter when Swiss instinctively attempted to pull away. Nails bit into him leaving the warning of crescents deep in his skin until Swiss got smart enough to let his arm go limp and Dew threw it uselessly into his lap.

The tension on his scalp hardly let up despite that little bit of compliance, even when Dew started to fight his belt with one hand. An awkward jerky movement that pulled his head in uncomfortable directions till it finally came loose.

“Careful,” Swiss hissed as his head bumped the wall again. “Aether’s gonna be pissed if you give me a concussion this early into the tour.”

“Shut up before I decide to knock your fucking teeth in.” Dew bit, “I told you to get on the floor and stop running your mouth.”

”I didn’t hear a please, matchstick.”

“A please? After the way you’ve been acting? Consider yourself lucky I didn’t punch you during soundcheck. Wouldn’t cut the shit. You just don’t know when to stop, do you?”

“You just make it too easy sometimes. I’ll stop prodding when you stop letting me get to you.”

“I can’t stand you.”

”Oh c’mon baby.” Swiss said. His voice dripped with something sweet with no intent to placate. “Know you can’t stay mad at me, so let’s just skip to the part where we kiss and make up.”

“Do you really think it’s gonna be that easy?” Dew balked, yanking Swiss’ hair to turn his face upwards. “That I’m gonna just fold and give you what you want?” With his rising temper, the room seemed to creep towards a degree of uncomfortable warmth, and yet the multi ghoul just kept fucking smiling. All teeth, not a hint of regret to it. Swiss could practically hear his blood boiling.

“Well, yeah.” He put his hands on Dew’s outer thighs, slowly stroking upwards. “That’s usually how these things go. I let you have your little temper tantrum, so why don't you just let me take care of you now, ‘kay Dewy?”

“And that’s the whole problem, that’s your whole problem.” With a flourish, his belt finally came loose. He ripped it from the loops of his pants with his free hand, the leather cracking with the motion. Such a sharp sound it almost had Swiss wincing. “There are never any consequences. You’ve never had to deal with the repercussions for all the stupid shit you do and it’s made you nothing but a spoiled fucking brat.”

Dew finally released his hair but not before bracketing him closer to the wall. In one quick motion he slipped the leather around his neck and threaded it through the buckle. Pulled it nauseatingly tight with a grunt. It dug into his skin like it might just rip through, pressed down on his Adam’s apple with the intensity of a scorned lover. For a split second, Swiss simply chuckled, but the belt only got tighter. Tight enough Swiss’ eyes went wide, hands flying to claw at the leather with a slowly festering panic.

It was Dew’s turn to grin. Such a wicked little expression complete with danger glinting in the ember like glow of his eyes, one that put Swiss’ own to shame. A wordless answer to Swiss’ anxious disbelief - deadly serious in his intent.

“Now, that’s much better. I think I like you better quiet.” He cooed, slowly wrapping the belt around his white knuckles.

“What—“ Swiss started with a wheeze. “What the fuck are you doing?!”

”I’m helping!” He tugged at the makeshift leash forcing Swiss up onto his knees to try to ease some of the pressure off his throat. If his windpipe weren’t being squeezed he’d have yelped. “And we’re gonna find a better use for your mouth while we’re at it.”

Dew popped his fly and hooked his thumb into his waistband. He yanked both his pants and boxers down his thighs, watching Swiss’ eyes follow the movement of his hand with a wary sort of fixation. Watched how he drifted through a soft bed of curls until he reached the jut of his chubby little clit, framing it between the vee of his fingers, parting his folds slightly. The heady scent of incense and arousal made Swiss lightheaded, though maybe it was also because of the belt cutting off his air supply, truly it was anyone’s guess.

”If you wanna kiss and make up so bad, go on. Show me how sorry you are,” stars dotted his vision as Dew pulled him towards his cunt. His mouth fell open. Brows drawing together, his expression surely bordering pitiful. “For your sake, I hope you’re fucking convincing.”

Swiss allowed himself to be pulled towards Dew’s cunt, latching onto his clit with a sad and barely audible mewling sound. The tension on his ‘leash’ never eased up, and judging by the way Dew glared at him, slack was going to have to be earned. His fuzzy vision and spinning head were irrelevant in the grand scheme of this lesson Dew planned on teaching him. He’d choke him till he was satisfied and the threat, the promise, of dancing so close to the edge made his cock tent in his pants.

[batsinthecrypt]

Rain has been a total flirt on stage with Phantom and Dew, and a total tease in general; acting out in a way that drives Mountain crazy. It seems he’s forgotten who he belongs to, but Mountain is more than happy to remind him.

cw: dubcon if you squint, mild breeding mentions, trans!rain

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Rain had been asking for it.

The way he had been letting Dew and Phantom kiss all up on him like he belonged to them, or when his hand would linger on Dew’s backside for far too long, or when he leaned his head against Phantom’s shoulder in the most affectionate way. Rain knew what he was doing, too. He had shot knowing glances back to Mountain all night, and the earth ghoul couldn’t do anything about it from his spot on stage.

But now the ritual was over.

Mountain had grabbed Rain by his wrist and dragged him to his hotel room, stripped him naked, and shoved him face down onto the bed before Rain even had a moment to catch his breath. The water ghoul was already dripping wet without even being touched yet. Mountain hummed at the sight.

“Had fun tonight?” Mount asked as he ran his hands up the inside of Rain’s thighs, pushing them to part. “You looked like you had plenty of fun with Dew and Anty.”

“That wasn’t—“ Rain tried to huff a denial, but it choked out as a whimper as mountain slid his fingers along his slick folds.

“Don’t lie to me.” His tone carried an edge that made Rain shiver. “You’ve lost yourself, Rainy. Seems you’ve forgotten who you belong to.”

“I don’t—”

“Yes you do,” Mountain cut him off, unbothered. “You just need a little reminder.”

He lined himself up with Rain’s cunt, barely giving the water ghoul a moment to breathe before he shoved in all at once. It was fairly easy, given how wet Rain was, but it still pulled a sharp gasp from the ghoul.

“F-fuck,” Rain groaned, face buried into the sheets.

Mountain didn’t move for a moment. Just held him there, feeling the way he clenched around his cock. Then he pulled back and slammed in again. Rain yelped out, jolting forward into the mattress as his back arched.

Mountain leaned down to whisper into Rain’s ear, “Tell me who you belong to.”

Rain didn’t answer, earning a disapproving hum from Mount.

“Alright,” He said, pulling back, “Guess I have to fuck it out of you.” He emphasized his sentence with a hard thrust, pulling a loud moan from Rain.

Mountain wasn’t nice, setting a rough pace that made Rain melt. Each thrust had Rain’s body jolting forward, face smushed into the pillows. Rain was making such a mess, drooling all over the cotton. Mountain leaned forward to press two fingers into his mouth, and Rain took them in with no hesitation. Drool dripped down his chin as he sucked on them.

“Good boy,” Mountain cooed oh so sweetly, “Look at you. So well behaved once you’re stuffed full.”

Rain gave a muffled moan around Mountain’s fingers as he tried to grind his hips back against him.

“Stay down,” Mountain warned, hand splayed across his back, pushing him back down into the mattress.

The whine Rain responded with had Mountain groaning and grabbing his hips harder. He’d certainly leave bruises on Rain after this, which he didn’t mind at all.

“Who do you belong to, Rainy?” Mountain asked, finally pulling his fingers from Rain’s mouth so he could reply.

But Rain only whimpered. Mountain slowed his pace, earning a desperate whine from Rain.

“Say it.”

“Please—” Rain sobbed out, voice cracking.

“Say it, or I’ll stop.”

“You—” Rain gasped, “You, Mountain, I belong to you!”

“There’s my good boy.” Mountain gripped his hips tighter. “You gonna let me fill you up, Rainy? Let me breed you nice and full?”

Rain moaned loud even as his face was shoved into the pillows. He stumbled out something like “Please yes Mount,” between moans.

“Gonna stuff you full so deep you’ll feel me for days.” Mountain groaned, annunciating each word with a hard thrust. It didn’t take much longer before he did just that, warmth spreading all throughout Rain’s body.

Rain followed suit, slick coating Mountain’s cock and dripping down his thighs. Mountain held him there, letting him catch his breath. Then he grinned.

“You’ll remember who you belong to now, won’t you?”

“Mhm. Y’sir..” Rain slurred out, bringing a hand to lazily wipe some drool from his chin.

Mountain leaned down to press a kiss between Rain’s shoulders. “Good boy.”

[batsinthecrypt]

welcome! i’m batty (or sebastian/seb)

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this blog contains NSFW & dead dove content. minors DNI. i block freely for your safety and mine.

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i especially love writing dewtom (or really anything with phantom), dubcon, noncon, and any kind of angst. so i’ll likely prioritize those!

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