Crow's ghost group prompt
I finally finally managed to finish this. Writer’s block go burrrr.
It’s @forlorn-crows‘s prompt: Mountain/Dew + hatefuck + start your fic(let) with the line: “What exactly do you think you’re doing, Dewdrop?”, or something similar
Exerpt below <__<
Sunny/Dew. You can decide the scenario. Just give me the wild chaos twins fucking each other silly.
CHAOS TWINS T4T 69ING BABYYYY
dew is such a mess. im not sorry.
Dew moans around a mouthful of Sunshine’s dick, thighs already quivering where they bracket her face. Sunshine grabs his asscheeks and spreads them roughly, tonguing into the entrance of Dew’s dripping cunt with filthy accuracy. Dew keens with every press of her nails into his skin, every lick against his sex, every pulse of her length against his lips.
"Mm, bet I could make you cum like this,” Sunshine mutters against him. It’s a completely true statement, one Dew would like to vehemently deny despite it all. But he can’t. He’s happy as a clam to be perched on top of her, taken apart by her skillful tongue.
Instead, he begs.
"Oh, Sunny,” he whines against the side of her length. “No, please.” It's a token protest, especially when he clenches around nothing and squeezes another drop of slick onto Sunshine’s lips.
He can feel her smirk. "Why not, baby?" She peppers little kisses to his folds, skirting where he wants it most. Dew digs his toes into the sheets.
"Want you inside—want you to—ah—” He’s cut off as she once again sucks his clit into her hot mouth. She bucks her hips against his face, wordlessly teasing him for dissolving into panting and whining against her cock.
She pulls off with a wet plop. Dew groans into her skin. "But this is much more fun," she purrs, running a manicured finger softly around his entrance.
“Please,” Dew begs again, high and reedy.
“You do look pretty empty,” Sunshine muses. She teases his clit with the pad of her finger before dipping back into his folds, pushing the digit inside his cunt just up to the second knuckle.
Dew moans so light and airy he has to clamp his hand over his mouth at how embarrassingly feminine it sounds.
“I should fuck you with just my fingers if you’re gonna make pretty noises like that. What do you think?” She pushes her finger all the way in and strokes along his slick walls.
“Mm hhmm,” Dew moans through his palm.
“What was that?” Sunshine pushes a second finger in next to the first, the sound of it lewd and wet.
Dew lets his hand fall away, grinding against her hand. “Fuck.”
“That’s it,” she smirks. “Gonna cum on Mommy’s hand, just like this?”
It’s a punch to the gut with a white-hot hand of pleasure, like her words are the ones physically fucking into him. “Oh oh S-Sunny noo,” he whines, hips twitching, seeking friction. Again, it’s a token protest with the heat coiling rapidly in his belly, a string pulled taught by her clever fingers.
“I think you are,” she sing-songs. He’s eagerly and shamelessly doing half the work for her now, thrusting himself onto her fingers. “You still look a bit empty to me though. Think you could take more?”
“More,” he parrots.
“More, please . . . m-mommy.”
“Since you asked so nicely.” Her tone is devious, scheming even. Dew barely has time to register it before she’s leaning up to spit on his hole, pulling her drenched fingers from his cunt and sinking one of them into his ass. Dew makes a choked off noise in the back of his throat, immediately clenching around her. His next moan can’t even be properly vocalized either, because she’s sinking the remaining three fingers back into his cunt with the same enthusiasm. And, in the middle of Dew’s wrecked and wordless gasp, she’s sneaking her free hand down to press on his clit.
“Oh fuck oh fucking hell—” is all he can say before he’s spasming against her, orgasm ripping through him like a freight train. And Sunshine, bastard as she is, scissors her fingers just so and presses right above his mound with the other hand, on that spot that makes his brain go immediately offline.
“Sun—ng—uh—” His eyes unfocus and he’s squeezing his thighs against Sunshine’s ears, gasping as he gushes warm liquid over her hands.
“That’s a good boy,” she coos, working him through it. She can’t help the way her cock kicks at the sight, all wet, warm, and throbbing. She runs her fingers through it, over his clit, over his folds, over her own chin, before planting it wetly back on his ass. The moderate force sends Dew flat on his chest against her with a groan, completely boneless.
“Sunnyyy,” he whines, slightly muffled by the meat of Sunshine’s thigh.
“Don’t get too comfortable,” she warns. “I’m not done with you yet, droplet.”