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[ghoultrifle]

When Phantom realized they'd started getting bottom growth, they rushed to show Aether and Dew (the other transmascs of the pack). They were so excited, they burst into Aether's room while he and Dew were cuddling, dropped their pants, and excitedly showed off their new dick.

Aether was so startled by being suddenly flashed that he whacked Dew across the face with one of his horns and gave him a nosebleed. Dew found the whole sequence of events hilarious.

[ghoultrifle]

Feel My Shadow Dissolving

3400-ish words of very sappy Mountain and Rain being reunited after a little self imposed exile.

Thank you @ghoultrifle and @ghuleh-recs for the encouragement and thank you to the two anons who also asked/encouraged, and well anyone else who enabled me.

CW: T4T Mountrain, cock, dick, cunt used for both of them. Some gill play, Rain has a tentacle, also PISS, squirting, oral sex. And a little bit of foot stuff but it is pretty mild and doesn’t go on for long. Some hint at non-con regarding the piss but Mountain wants it. Real bad. Below the cut or on ao3.

Kind of a follow to this

Busying himself in the greenhouse, he made it sound like a chore, but in fact he reveled in it. Getting all of the saplings and blooms he’d been nurturing all winter long ready to be planted on the grounds. He’d maybe be a little bit embarrassed if anyone heard him whispering and cooing to them. Well, maybe Ivy and Pebble would understand.

He ponders that thought. They’re all a bit solitary when it comes to this, something intimate, private. He’s ripped from his thoughts and the tray of black altar saplings nearly go with them, when an aquamarine speckled hand smacks the glass in front of his face, sending small beads of condensation outward.

Rain. Both in the sky and apparently outside of the greenhouse. He sees a bright flash of color, and hears the unmistakable boom of Swiss’s laughter. Almost as loud as the thunder rolling in. Which is why he hadn’t heard their approach. Not until it smacked him in the face, almost.

There’s a shrill shriek next, belonging to a certain hybrid, now tossing sparks of revenge in Swiss’s face.

Mountain watches Rain lean his forehead against the cool glass, eyes closed, panting, smiling.

The splatters hitting the roof of the greenhouse get louder, and more frequent. He hears them shouting but he can’t make it out. He just sees the sunset glow of Swiss’s horns and the autumnal luminance of Dew’s tail as they make a run for it.

Rain however, has flipped over, leaning against the window to watch the storm descend upon them.

Mountain reaches out and traces the long line of his shoulder, where shimmering cerulean lights up the droplets of water rattling in the wind, which really is picking up now. He should probably go inside.

Mountain has no such concerns, he has a make-shift camp inside the greenhouse now, no one questions the isolation, nor the various sundries that disappear every few days from the pantry and the supply closets.

Rain’s clap against the window knocked him out of his thoughts, but it also reminded him of his self-imposed isolation. And how he was maybe ready for it to be over.

But he’s sure Rain knew that. That’s why he’s here. His invitation being the still-damp flowers Mountain left on his pillow. Red chrysanthemums, a proposition, an invitation, and a declaration.

Never mind he had to look up their meaning on the internet. He still knew they meant something, they always do when they come from Mountain.

Rain hears the door of the greenhouse swing open with a squeal that demands oil, his cheeks tug his lips into a smile so large that it hurts a little. Knowing that he was the one Mountain chose.

Rain steps through the door and humidity wraps around his damp skin like a blanket. The scent almost makes him dizzy. Of damp earth, of flower petals, of the storm just outside the door, of sap, and bark and pine.

Of Mountain. All of it sinking into his flesh and he finds himself rubbing at his wet skin, as if he could push it all in further.

Rain had expected Mountain to look worn, sleep deprived and physically exhausted. Instead, he finds there’s a spark in those hazel eyes that rivals a fire ghoul. In fact, he looks so - vibrant.

The rich olive in the hollows of his cheekbones and eyelids, the rich amber flush spreading across the bridge of his nose and the high planes of his face, making all of his freckles pop like a constellation against the night sky.

One long, sinewed arm reaching out, fingers searching for something to wrap themselves around. Eyes raking over his own body, the wet clothes clinging to his skin, the glossy waves and ringlets of dark hair. One could say it was black but that doesn’t account for the depth and shifting hues of cobalt and navy, or of lilac and violet, when the light hits it just right.

Mountain eyes the map of gleaming asymmetrical marks that disappear beneath the neck of his t-shirt. There seems to be no real pattern, yet it all looks unified, their placement as imprecise as they are perfect.

And his lips twitch at the thought of tasting each and every one, they all trail inward, to his core. A treasure map as it were, that couldn’t have been an accident.

Rain drags himself out of his stupor to connect with the hand hanging in the air. For how long, he’s not sure. It feels like they’re moving in slow motion now. A distinct departure from moments ago, when he was racing through the wet clover, dodging Dew and Swiss.

Though they’d never catch him. They had a marked disadvantage anyway. His feet clinging to the available friction with ease, whilst Dew and Swiss slipped and fell, more than once.

Rain’s eyes have finally adjusted to the dim light. Tinted blue, and sparse. Enough so that Mountain can work without disturbing the natural rhythm of light and dark that the plants are used to.

It turns some of the ginger highlights in Mountain’s floppy auburn curls a shade of burnt sienna. “Pretty”, is all Rain has the wherewithal to say. It seems insufficient, but he can’t think of anything that really would be. It’s been weeks. How do you pour weeks worth of longing into a sentence or two?

”Gorgeous”, Mountain counters, and Rain wishes he said that instead. Though its still not quite adequate. They both reach an understanding about this rather quickly.

Rain lets himself be pulled, embraced, pressed up against the nearest work table. He expects something frenzied and impatient. And he would allow it, let Mountain grab a fist full of hair, kick his legs apart, let the edge of the table bruise the backs of his thighs. Something to remind him when he sits down in the coming weeks to daydream about it.

Instead, it’s soft and slow. The same almost suspended animation that’s been spelled on them since he entered the greenhouse. Mountain’s dirt streaked fingers curling around his jaw, long nose dragging up the length of his neck.

Leaning into him, pressing against him until there isn’t an inch of space to move, or breath except to move and breath together. Only a counter rhythm leaves enough space for their lungs to expand.

Dissolving into one another, rather than simply colliding.

Mountain drinks up the rainwater that runs from his sopping wet hair down the side of his neck, pooling in the ridge of gills and the hollow beneath his throat.

Rain makes a noise that sounds a bit like impatience, a lot like desperation. Mountain wraps his hands around the backs of his thighs and sets him on the work table, so effortlessly he barely registers that he’s been moved.

”What do you need?”

Rain doesn’t have to think long on the answer, but it’s not specific enough to provide any real direction. “You. I need you.”

”I’m here. I promise.” Mountain swallows the hoarseness in his throat, blinks back the tears that threaten to run streaks through the dirt on his cheeks.

Rain doesn’t have to, they’re camouflaged by the water still dripping from his hair and down his face. But Mountain still hears the way his breath catches in his throat when he tries to speak, the effort it takes just to get two simple words out.

”Kiss me.”

Despite the separation, it feels like the most natural thing, the way their heads tilt just so to accommodate, the easy exchange, the gentle swipe of Mountain’s tongue along the roof of his mouth, the way Rain pauses to pull on his lower lip.

Rain lifts his legs to wrap around his hip, it’s an awkward struggle with the way that they’ve plastered themselves to each other.

He settles for one leg on a hip, the other folded against his chest, pressed between Mountain’s legs. Mountain breaks the kiss to look, now that he can feel it, the top of Rain’s narrow foot pressed against his cunt. His toe teasing along the slit in a way that can’t be an accident.

Rain’s tail hooks on the waist of his worn work pants, dragging them past his hips, the button and fly already pried open and now working the stained t-shirt over his head. They both spare a few seconds to laugh when one of the holes catches on his antlers and gets stuck.

But it doesn’t take long for Mountain to feel impatient, to grab and pull. To hear the tearing of fabric as he frees himself.

Rain stares wide-eyed for half a second, thinking that was hot, but the words don’t come out, he’s dragging Mountain back again. The fervent kisses he expected earlier have arrived. He feels a bit like he’s sinking, or floating. Either way, he doesn’t feel the solid wood beneath him. His tail coils around Mountain’s waist. To ground himself, to pull Mountain closer.

Without the thick twill in the way, he presses the top of his foot back up into Mountain’s cunt, warm and slick, a balm to the chill he’s starting to feel. But so much more than that. Mountain’s hips shift imperceptively and he can feel how much he’s fattened up, how hard he is. He maneuvers to drag the buttery soft webbing across Mountain’s cock.

Mountain jolts, coiling his own tail around his leg. So sensitive, like he’s been touched too much, or not at all. He realizes he can’t remember the last time he came, by his own hand or someone else’s.

It doesn’t take long, he doesn’t mean to chase it, but hands on his hips encourage him to grind, to take what he wants. He feels a bit embarrassed, the way he drools slick, the sound it makes when it splatters on the tiled floor.

A litany of soft sounds, maybe curses, maybe prayers, pour into Rain’s mouth. Not willing to break the kiss even as his shaking thighs threaten to upend him. But Rain keeps him upright, with his tail, his arms.

And his own desire to remain sealed to Rain’s lips helps to keep him standing as he cums.

If he was embarrassed by how wet he was, he wants to bury his face in Rain’s shoulder when he shifts his foot back, “Look Mountain, got me all wet. Maybe you’re part water ghoul?”

Mountain doesn’t want to look, but Rain leans back, plants two fingers under his chin, and forces him to. Forces him to look at the string of slick connecting his cock to the top of Rain’s foot. To the wetness gathered in the webbing, the sound it makes when Rain flexes his foot and rubs his toes together has him squeezing his thighs shut.

His tail is wrapped so tight around his leg that he’s going to have a snake shaped bruise.

”I’m not making fun of you, sapling. That was hot. Everything you do is hot. You can do it again. I have two feet, and 0 intention of leaving this greenhouse until I’ve made you cum on my feet, my hands, my mouth, and my dick.

Mountain is trying to listen to him but he feels distracted now. By fullness that wasn’t there before, or maybe it was but now it’s more persistent. He squeezes his legs together harder, and starts to panic just a little bit.

“What’s wrong, sapling?”

Mountain just whines, shuffles back and forth a little. Rain notes the way his tail chokes the blood from the lower half of his leg.

“I’ll be right back.” Mountain grimaces. He can’t believe this has to happen NOW, when he can smell the slick pooling in Rain’s shorts, when he aches to touch and be touched until it hurts.

Rain’s tail doesn’t loosen, in fact, it coils tighter, the spade slides between his hips and presses, hard.

”Oh no.” Once again, falling on pretense, because Mountain doesn’t want to admit it. Doesn’t want to admit that he wants Rain to make him, wants to soak his pretty feet, and make a big mess all over the cracked tiles. The thought of the stream hitting the ground, splashing up on his legs, it makes his dick throb. It makes his bladder throb harder.

He expects more taunting, instead, Rain wordlessly guides him forward, forces his legs apart, and swallows his moans as he kisses him. As he presses, encourages, lets out a few moans of his own.

He feels his skin prickle with heat despite the cool damp air, and despite that heat, Mountain shivers. He can’t hold it. That first treacherous stream that runs down his thigh has Rain gripping him harder, one hand fisting his hair, the other reaching down to toy with his cock again.

”Oh no.” He repeats.

But it’s too late. He surrenders, and feels the heat streaming down his legs, feels Rain drag his fingers through it, feels him force his legs apart even further so he can feel it running up his thigh, soaking into his shorts, running down his calf, and his foot, which Mountain can see dangling between them.

Red hot shame mixes with arousal and he doesn’t know whether he should run, or cry, or drag his wet cunt over Rain’s knee while he makes a mess of both of them,

Rain chooses for him, lets him ride it out with his thigh pressed up to his cunt, until he feels something thicker running down the sides of his legs. Mountain forgets about his humiliation as he grinds down on Rain’s thigh. It shouldn’t be this good. But he finds himself hanging off of Rain’s slender frame as he rides out his second orgasm in what feels like mere minutes.

He only allows himself a moment to catch his breath, before he’s pushing himself upright, working to peel Rain’s sopping wet clothes from his body. No more a struggle than getting his own caught in his antlers. They work to wrestle them off, he tosses them behind his back and they land with a splat. Something to deal with later.

Despite the fact that the use of his legs has been rendered null and void, he has to stumble back a bit, to take it all in. To see all of the speckles and stripes glowing dimly in the low light.

To watch Rain swipe his fingers through the mess on his leg and suck it from his fingers. To watch him gather more of that mess and smear it across his sheathed cock, jutting out from his own slick folds.

There’s a small damp stain in the wood beneath him as he shifts his hips and leans back, puts himself on display, even though he turns his head to the side and his expression spells out something like shyness.

Mountain stares at the thatch of glossy curls between his legs and imagines how he’ll taste, the sweat and the slick, his own piss. Another white hot flare of shame heats his skin.

But he can’t dwell on it, not with Rain laid out like that, just for him.

He walks carefully forward, his legs still feel like a newborn deer, he doesn’t want to end the evening early by knocking his teeth out on the table. He bends for one more lingering kiss before moving downward.

He can’t resist dipping into Rain’s gills on his descent, to feel them open and constrict around his tongue like they’re trying to draw him inward.

His calloused fingers outline the ones that fall in between his ribs, he wants to linger there but the smell of ocean salt and something sweeter, like nectarine lures him downward.

He can’t help himself, pressing his face to the dark mound of hair just above his cock, immersing himself in the scent and the taste of him. Why did he do this? Why did he wait so long? But there’s no sense lingering on regret when Rain is right here, at his fingertips, in front of his face, invading all of his senses.

He leans back for just a second, to appreciate reaching the end of that map, where all of the markings lead. To that translucent flesh, where he’s already pushing to escape. He can see the suckers flex against the membrane, as impatient as he is.

He drags the high ridge of his nose down, nudging at the sheathed tentacle with the tip of his nose before moving lower. A few cursory kitten licks, just to taste him, just to make him whine.

And then he dips his tongue in, as far as he can reach, always surprised by how warm Rain is here, when he feels so cool everywhere else. Rain’s legs wrap around his shoulder, his heels dig into his back, and he feels hands wrap around the base of his horns.

All the encouragement he needs to fuck him properly. He adds one finger, and curls it just so, the world goes dark and quiet as Rain’s thighs squeeze his head. He pets a little softer, and he is released.

He adds another finger, but this time he uses his free hand and his tail to keep Rain’s legs where they belong, spread.

By the time he adds a third, slick is running down his forearm, joining the puddle he left on the ground. He moves to suck gently at Rain’s cock, now straining to break free. One particularly deep thrust that has him all but fisting Rain open and it does.

And as usual, it seems to have a mind of its own, shoving past Mountain’s teeth and down his throat with little ceremony.

He coughs a little, but he doesn’t fight it.

”Oh - fuck - m’sorry - you know - she just does - oh fuck.”

Mountain nods as much as he’s able with his head trapped in the vice-like press of Rain’s legs. He adjusts to the strange sensation that what he’s sucking on has no static shape and then continues to do just that.

His fingers counter the rhythm of his mouth, sometimes at double speed, and then he alternates. Something clearly only a drummer could do.

”Oh fuck, Mount - I’m gonna - fuck -“ those are the last coherent words as Rain comes apart around his fingers and in his mouth. Mountain curls them just so and those rough tips hit something deep and sensitive.

When Rain cums Mountain feels a little less embarrassed about the mess he made. Both from his cunt, soaking the table and his arm. From his tentable, something viscous and sweet that he can’t get enough of.

Mountain is vaguely aware of Rain pulling on two fistfuls of his hair as he curls inward and forces Mountain’s lips flush with the dark thatch of hair above his cock.

It takes a minute for him to let go, riding out what feel like endless waves, like an electric current pulses through his veins with every erratic beat of his heart.

When Rain finally releases him, he can look back up at the light he’s throwing off, from the markings, his tentacle, the spade of his tail. Might be prettier than those Swedish northern lights. No, it definitely is.

Barely there kisses where his leg meets his body, down his thighs, and back up again, through the dark trail of hair below his navel and across the twin silvery horizontal scars on his chest, until they’re face to face again.

As he meets Mountain’s eyes and blinks his own a few times, he feels like maybe he’s coming back to Earth finally.

Mountain further eases him back to reality by kissing him again, and it feels so easy. Like a conversation. His lips say I love you, his tongue says I want you. Rain pulls on his lower lip again, it says I missed you, he sucks harder and says don’t stay away for so long next time.

Wordlessly, Mountain collects Rain’s limp frame from the table, and lays him down on the layers of camping foam and sleeping bags that have become his bed over the last few weeks.

Rain can’t help but roll around in it, bring Mountain’s pillow to his face and inhale greedily.

”I’m right here.” Mountain laughs.

”I know.” Rain smiles. “I was just trying to remember what it felt like to miss you so much. So we can do that again.”

[ghoultrifle]

Guys what if the foot piss fic is actually pretty romantic?

[ghoultrifle]

Hiiii trifle!!!! Some soft and spicy t4t dewther thoughts for ya:

Dew trying vaginal penetration with Aether for the first time since coming out. The idea of doing it with another person makes him dysphoric (what if it makes them start to see him as a woman again?), but he enjoys the feeling and wants to bring that part of himself back into his sex life. Aether’s the person he feels most comfortable exploring this with, as he’s also trans.

They start slow, Aeth making sure that Dew’s comfy before every step. He works him open on his fingers and makes him cum twice before the main event just to make sure he’s relaxed.

Dew lets out the prettiest moan as Aether’s strap sinks into him. It’s been so long since he’s taken anything bigger than his fingers in this hole and he forgot how good it can feel. Aeth fucks him nice and slow and sweet, whispering about how handsome Dew looks and how he’s so lucky to have such a gorgeous man in his bed.

Dew cries afterwards because of the gender euphoria and Aether wipes his tears away. Dew falls in love with Aeth all over again and then fucks him senseless with his own strap bc he’s still horny goddammit.

T4T dewther have my heart and I’m spreading the brainrot. Hope you enjoyed! :3

- @dewdrops-whammy-bar

WHAM WHEN I GET YOU GAAAAHHHHHHHH

i am such a sucker for transmasc ghouls getting fucked how they want (projection, who ? skdjsjfbjs)

aeth is so sweet to him but it never feels patronising, dew can absolutely believe aether is Down Bad for him. i'm imagining he's early days on T and when he moans his voice cracks and they both burst into fits of laughter while the strap is still inside dew skfjsj laughs turn into moans as the full body convulsions of aether hit all the right places for dew

it's so special for them to share the experience and it's like a renewal of vows in a way; things have changed but their love for each other hasn't <3

and yes they fuck like rabbits all night, taking turns with their straps

[ghoultrifle]

mountain's so easy he gets a boner when aeon shows him the word boobies written on a calculator...

[ghoultrifle]

don't mind me stumbling into your ask box and giving encouragement to write the piss/feet thing :3 i don't even know what it is yet but i am on board skdjkshd (said encouragement below)

GO MOTH !!! BE WEIRD ABOUT THINGS !! WRITE THOSE KINKS !! WOOOOOOOO !!!!!!!

Trifle…. I love you!!! Thanks for the encouragement! Though I need very little persuasion to write either. I’m thinking T4T Mountrain being absolute freaks…

IM GONNA BE WEIRD AND NO ONE CAN STOP ME

[ghoultrifle]

per aspera ad inferi ; chapter two

[aka: the university ghouls fic]

aeon & dew [& sunshine] (ghost band)

teen and up | gen | 2.8k words (4.5k in total) | alternate universe (university), transmasc aeon, transmasc dewdrop, transfemme sunshine, angst

@ghoultrifle has been my SAVIOUR writing this one, so thank you isaac for pre-reading this for me and helping me with phrasing and all that jazz <3 obligatory @midnight-moth and @divine-misfortune tags because they also enable me with this au far too much :))

you know the drill, snippet and ao3 link under the cut !!

“I– I’m trans too.”

If Dewdrop is surprised he doesn’t acknowledge it and Aeon is grateful for that. He knows he’s not like a lot of other trans people his age, knows how lucky he’s been to have a supportive mother and a competent doctor. “Oh. Well, that’s good then.” He nods, mostly to himself, Aeon thinks. “I’m Dewdrop.”

“Aeon. I’m first year.”

“I know,” Dewdrop says. “It said on the slip.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I’m in my second year. Biomed, you?”

“Um, psychology.”

Dewdrop nods thoughtfully. “Sounds interesting. I’m majoring in neuroscience, all that freaky brain shit is cool.”

“Yeah,” Aeon agrees, lapsing into silence. He’s not sure how to move the conversation on from here. Luckily for him, Dewdrop speaks next.

“I was planning on heading out with a few friends. Do you want me to stay and help you unpack or do you want some time alone?”

“Alone time would be nice, if that’s okay.”

“Yeah, of course. Moving away from home is scary. So’s sharing a room with a stranger. You unpack and shoot me a text if you need help. Here’s my number.” Dewdrop scribbles his phone number down on a bit of loose paper and hands it to Aeon on his way out the door. “I might stay in my friend’s room tonight, give you a bit of space. I’ll let you know either way. Have fun unpacking.”

[read the rest on ao3 !!]

[ghoultrifle]

Need to see Swiss’ tits in this immediately

[ghoultrifle]

however fair and pure

dewdrop/rain (ghost band)

explicit | m/nb | 12.4k words | transmasc dew, nonbinary rain, vibrators, daddy kink, phone sex, multiple orgasms, aftercare

snippet and ao3 link under the cut !

gif credit: @/cardi-c

“I’ll see you tomorrow morning, my darling, okay?” Rain’s soft breath tickles Dewdrop’s ear as they speak. The embrace is warm, despite the water ghoul’s cool body temperature, or perhaps, Dewdrop thinks, perhaps it’s simply comforting. All too soon, Rain is pulling away from the hug, pressing a gentle kiss to Dewdrop’s forehead as they do so. “Nice and early by the lake. Don’t forget, darling.” They punctuate the end of their sentence by tilting the Dewdrop’s head up and kissing him slowly; an undercurrent of heat and desire managing to reveal itself through their soft kisses.

Dewdrop’s stomach jolts, a familiar spark of heat blossoming slowly out from his core; tingly warmth and pure, sinful want spreading through his entire body. “Do you– Do you wanna…?”

Rain pulls back reluctantly, and although Dewdrop can see the heat and desire in the water ghoul’s gaze, their eyes are apologetic. “I’m sorry, darling. I think I’m too tired for that tonight, and I don’t want to fall asleep during our little date tomorrow. I really am sorry, darling, I can tell you’re eager.”

“‘S okay. I know you’ve been tired lately. Rest up, you deserve it.” Dewdrop stands up on his tiptoes, pressing a kiss to the very tip of Rain’s nose. “And, hey, if I really need to, I can take care of it myself,” he giggles—fucking giggles; the effect Rain has on him is… concerning to say the least.

“That you can, sundew.” Rain leans down and presses a kiss of their own to Dewdrop’s nose, returning the favour. Dewdrop refuses to acknowledge the heat rising in his cheeks at the gesture of affection.

“Mhmm,” he hums. “I’ll let you sleep now, though, you do look tired.” He reaches up and smooths his thumb over one of the heavy, blue-purple bags under Rain’s eyes sympathetically. “G’night, Rainy. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He can hear the dopey, loving grin in his voice, but he finds that he doesn’t care so much. He doesn’t mind exposing his inner thoughts and raw emotions as much as he used to; not with Rain, at least.

The ghouls go their separate ways; Rain to the right, Dewdrop to the left—the fact that their assigned bedrooms are on opposite ends of the corridor of bedrooms is borderline criminal, Dewdrop thinks; although more often than not, the two ghouls will spend the night cosying up in each others arms in a bed that only belongs to one of them, so it’s not as if the assigned bedrooms situation has ever stopped them. The fire ghoul practically skips down his end of the corridor—there’s no one around to see him and he’s fucking excited for his date with Rain, okay? —until he reaches his door. It’s slightly ajar. Huh, weird. He could have sworn he’d closed it when he’d gone to meet Rain in the commons earlier… He shrugs, pushes the door open the rest of the way and freezes where he’s standing. Okay, that definitely wasn’t there when he’d gone to meet Rain. What the fuck...?

[read the rest on ao3 !!]

[ghoultrifle]

Moth may I please request some more rain webbed feet content 👀 perhaps Mountain being way too into them? If you feel so inclined ofc

Okay, maybe a lil longer than I meant it to be. I hope it's okay!

976 Words - Rain knowing exactly what he's doing, Mountain being sweet and easy

CW Foot Fetish, Orgasm, Foot Job

There are still tiny droplets of water clinging to the dark hair on Rain’s legs. He pays no mind to that or his damp shorts as he flops onto the couch and displaces Mountain’s book with his feet.

Mountain could complain, but when he turns his head he can’t deny the sight is much more appealing than some faded print on musty old paper.

Not exactly shorts. Boxers, and they must belong to someone else. To Dew he thinks. They’re too short, if too short was a thing. There’s nothing too much about it though. The waist band digs into his hips, leaving little pink indents on his skin.

The hem of the leg cuts into the generous curve of his ass, which looks a bit - sunburned? Or are those red marks shaped a bit like the right hand of …

“Mount, you’re staring.” Rain breaks the trance with his words, but the real distraction now is his ice cold feet, digging his toe into the fly of Mount’s jeans, flicking the metal pull back and forth.

Mountain’s eyes move slowly, like they’re being dragged, from his own lap and back to Rain’s face.

“What’re you doing?”

Rain pouts, which is completely unnecessary. The query was brainless and perfunctory. Mountain will give full and enthusiastic consent as long as he gets to watch Rain drag his pretty toes across his cock, laboring to escape the zipper that Rain is fiddling with.

“My feet are cold. From the lake. Thought you could warm them up for me?”

Subtle… but again, Mountain doesn’t care. In fact he could do without the pretense all together, but he knows Rain likes to flirt and to tease.

He clasps one in between both hands, one particularly warm from the cup of tea now discarded on the side table.

“That good?”

“Yes.” Rain pauses, just to watch Mountain squirm. “But could be even better.”

He doesn’t need to spell it out, but he offers a demonstration anyhow. Rubbing at his shaft with his free foot, until Mountain forgets what the objective is, holding one foot in his hand and bucking up into Rain’s foot with little jerky movements.

Rain doesn’t stop him, not until there’s a sizable damp patch on the dark fabric that reminds him they could escalate.

“Are you gonna take it out?” Rain sounds almost bored. And he knows it’s a sucker punch. He’s just as interested. So he does like a little pretense and ceremony, maybe a bit of teasing too.

“Can I?”

“You have to, they’re so cold.” He pretends to shiver, and it’s silly, maybe he likes a bit of laughter too. Which he gets. The glint of the rays pouring into the room catching on Mountain’s crooked fang as his face widens in a smile.

His face contorts again, when Rain digs his heel in. He huffs and his warm breath creates condensation on the glassy webbing between Rain’s toes. He doesn’t know when he pulled his foot right up to his lips, or why he’s hesitating now.

“Go on.”

His tongue skates between each digit. Can’t help but prod at the flexible skin, maybe just put all of them in his mouth. He can be a size queen if he wants, in his own strange way.

At this point the charade is over. Rain can’t pretend he’s only seeking warmth or doing Mountain a favor. The way his tongue works at the sensitive flesh, he knows where he’ll need it next. His almost dry stolen shorts are growing damp again as he thinks about just how deep Mountain’s tongue can reach.

Mountain makes the sweetest sounds with his mouth full, and he’s more than distracted as he fumbles with the zipper of his pants, something he should be capable of with one hand and yet isn’t.

Still, he manages to free himself. And he jumps when Rain’s foot makes contact again, skin to skin.

“Fuck they ARE cold.” They usually are, but this is glacial. Or maybe he just feels very hot.

“Told you. So help me.” Rain bats his eyelashes and it’s totally unnecessary. Mountain doesn’t even notice. He’s too busy watching the head of his cock disappear beneath the supple icy blue translucent flesh between his toes.

“Not going to last.” Mountain pants. Rain is neither surprising nor disappointed. Mountain is easy. And even easier like this. He’s weak, he admitted it the first time he got his hands on them. So slender, long, soft. He’d spent enough time staring and eventually begged to touch.

“Well, go on then.” Rain echoes his earlier encouragement. “Push ‘em together. Fuck em.”

“Oh…no. I mean… yes.” Oh no, because Mount swears he almost shot over the words alone.

But he stops wasting time, spits right on to the arch of one foot and pushes them together, caging in his cock, and he can’t even move. Just the sight alone is enough.

But still, his hips move of their own accord. It’s cute really, Rain thinks. Such stupid desperate little humps, a few is all it takes. Before he’s making a mess, and it’s warm. Exactly what he wanted.

Mountain stares with a bit of shame and a bit of shock, that it was over that fast, as ran wriggles his toes together, slippery with cum and maybe a bit of drool.

Mountain steels himself to look up at Rain, who likely will admonish him playfully. Instead, he finds knitted brows and flushed cheeks. Maybe he liked it as much as Mountain did.

Mountain waits for a little direction, he does love being told what to do. Rain loves to tell him.

“Clean 'em up, and then get on your knees.”

Mountain practically bruises his knees scrambling to comply. Opting to do both at once and clean up his mess from the floor, between Rain’s long legs. 

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Sometimes I wonder how many trans people are in the fandom and I want to know. Reblog for bigger sample size please.

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per aspera ad inferi ; chapter one

[aka: the university ghouls fic]

aeon & dew (ghost band)

general | gen | 1.7k words | alternate universe (university), transmasc aeon, slow burn, general domestic niceness

tagging @midnight-moth for the biscuit tin idea that makes an appearance in this chapter and also for cheering this au on <3 same goes for @divine-misfortune and @ghoultrifle, thank you for indulging me in my university ghouls rambles and adding to the brainrot <3 i hope this first chapter lives up to your expectations :)

snippet and ao3 link under the cut !!

He smiles awkwardly and looks down at his lap. “Thanks, Mum…” He tightens his grip on the biscuit tin that’s resting on his knees. The two of them spent all of yesterday afternoon in the kitchen together baking batches upon batches of his favourite chocolate biscuits to take with him. The tin on his lap is filled to the brim but it’s barely half of what they made together, the rest are in a selection of reusable plastic containers, the idea being that once Aeon has eaten the biscuits he’ll be able to use the containers for storing things or bringing his own lunch to places instead of buying it. He takes the lid off of the tin on his lap and brings it to his nose, sniffing deeply. Chocolate. He’s sure over the next few weeks, he’ll come to associate the smell and taste of these biscuits with home and his mum but he doesn’t mind, there are much worse scents to associate with home, he reasons. He picks one of the biscuits up and silently offers it to his mum without looking away from the tin.

He doesn’t need to hear the smile in her voice to know that she’s glancing over at him briefly with that ever-knowing look in her eye. “Thank you, love. You should have one too, chase those nerves away with chocolate-y goodness.”

“I’m not nervous,” he lies, pointedly ignoring the weight of his mum’s gaze—the heaviness thankfully lessened due to the fact that she’s mostly focussing on the road. “...Okay fine, I’m a little nervous,” he admits, not that he needed to, given that the two of them already knew it, but it’s nice to speak the words out loud to an actual human for once. Up until now the only ‘person’ he’s admitted it to has been his favourite stuffed toy in the nights leading up to his departure, which, no matter how many different ways he thinks about, makes him feel ridiculously childish, despite the fact that he’s currently on his way to start university. He knows that lots of people his age and older still have stuffed animals and plushies of all varieties but he’s never met anyone that still talks to them in the way that he does. It doesn’t bother him much usually, but the fact that he’s going to be sharing a room with someone he’s never met before—someone who might judge him—is beginning to affect him more and more the closer he gets to campus.

“I can hear you thinking over there.” His mum’s voice breaks through the beginnings of his internal spiralling. “What’s going on, hun? Talk to me.”

“I’m just nervous about meeting my roommate,” he says quietly. “It’s nothing serious.”

[read the rest on ao3 !!]

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Heeeeeeeeeey besties I am once again, late as fuck delivering birthday art

So very belated birthday to the beloved @forlorn-crows mwah mwah mwah

Tumblr pls don’t eat the quality of this

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Reblog to BITE prev

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i'd like to think aeth makes lil teddy bears with scars for both ghouls and siblings when they have top surgery

each one tailored to the recipient. mount's had vines along the scars, aeon's were shooting stars, cirrus' adorned with stylised gusts of wind

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you're constantly horny aren't you

well no sometimes I am asleep

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not gonna lie, discovering the word “ough” changed me fundamentally as a person