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anyone who gets mad at people HCing a character as trans can actually just go die. I couldn’t said something more subtle but no. You can literally die.

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Happy Wet Girl Wednesday

𝓕𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓼 𝓛𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓨𝓸𝓾’𝓻𝓮 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓮

Sunshine/Cirrus, 928 Words

Transfemme Sunshine, sweat kink, slightly mean Cirrus, vague BDSM undertones but not really.

Kicking her legs against the arms of the sofa, Sunshine sighed for what had to be the 87th time. Her eyes narrowed as she focused on the dust motes floating through the beam of light she was laying in.

She felt just about as aimless as those particles. Everyone was back now, but of course there was debriefing, resting, unpacking, shutting yourself in your room for 3 weeks straight. So while no longer in a near empty ghoul wing, she still felt rather lonely. And rather bored.

Not that she had been given proper and thorough greetings by each and every one. She still bore proof of that on her neck, stretching out her t-shirts just to take a peak and maybe a poke too.

She even knew which came from who based on shape, depth of colour, who used teeth. All accounted for except for Cirrus.

As she rolls on to the floor and on to her feet, she catches her reflection in the ornate mirror in the hall, rubbing the dust away with the sleeve of her shirt, she inspects them once more. And sighs again for the 88th time.

The wing is empty. Aether is on duty at the infirmary. Everyone else is who knows where.

Until she hears a grunt coming from the other end of the hall.

She follows the sound to Cirrus’s doorway, quite literally, Cirrus is in the doorway, doing pull-ups on some kind of contraption that was likely making dents in the ancient plaster.

That same bright sunlight pours through Cirrus’s window, illuminating the sheen of sweat coating her skin, refracted in the droplets running down her neck.

She’s wearing ratty boxers and a hacked up t-shirt that hasn’t seen a straight line since it was attacked with kitchen shears.

Maybe she cut off a little more than she needed to. Each and every time she descends, extending her arms over her head, Sunny gets a glimpse at the underside of her tits.

She feels less bored now.

Cirrus is concentrating, clearly. She doesn’t say anything, she just makes enough space for Sunny to squeeze through the door frame.

She flops down on the bed and rests her chin on her steepled hands and pretends she’s not staring. But the occasional scan of the room isn’t convincing. Her eyes always return to the same thing.

The cut out arm holes, the center of her chest, the crease where her legs meet her torso, soaked with sweat.

Her hair is plastered to her face, and neck. Sunny imagines digging her fingers into her warm skin and sweeping the hair of her neck, only to trace the tracks her sweat made with the tip of her tongue.

Cirrus’s bright green eyes flit to her face briefly. She’s still counting wordlessly. Her lips form various shapes that Sunny wants to kiss.

Sunshine’s face heats, it’s no secret to anyone that she’s filled out, hard, rutting into the mattress. Maybe she wants to get caught, maybe she wants to feel a little bit embarrassed.

Maybe she wants to get in trouble.

Cirrus finally drops back to the floor with a thud, balancing on the balls of her feet and stretching her arms over her head. Giving Sunny an even better peak at her tits, this time the haggard hem just barely grazing her peaked nipples. Sunny gives silent thanks to the cold breeze from the cracked window.

“It’s not nice to stare.” Cirrus chides. There’s no gentle edge to her words, as one might expect. Unless you know Cirrus.

“Couldn’t help it.” Sunny debates whether she should dig a bigger hole. But it’s not really necessary. Cirrus knows this game and she knows it well.

She walks over to the bed and makes like she’s reaching for Sunny’s chin. Instead her index finger presses past her teeth and makes a hook.

She shouldn’t be that strong, but she’s dragging her off the side of the bed with ease.

She doesn’t have to say it. Sunshine kneels at her feet. Eyes on the floor. She can’t contain one giddy slap of her tail, she’s been waiting for this.

“I don’t like being interrupted.”

Sunny nods, but Cirrus’s hooked finger slides to the inside of her cheek and she pulls.

“Speak up.”

“Sorry.” She stammers. “Ma’am.”

“Guess you’ll have to make it up to me.” And again, she’s being handled with ease, as though her bones are hollow.

Cirrus tugs off her sweat-soaked boxers and tosses them on the floor. The thatch of hair that spreads invitingly down her inner thighs glistens in the setting afternoon sun. Sunny wonders how much trouble she’ll be in if she asks for a taste.

Cirrus pushes her against the pillows with a force that knocks the wind out of her.

Unceremoniously, she yanks her leaking cock out of the fly in her shorts. And flicks it.

Sunny chews on her lip and tries to stifle a whine so pathetic that just maybe Cirrus would decide not to fuck her.

Cirrus lowers herself down onto her cock with little teasing. Because she isn’t interested in anyone but herself, and a little teasing would only serve to make Sunny blow faster.

She leans over Sunny’s face, letting her sweat soaked tendrils of her hair graze Sunshine’s forehead.

With one hand holding Sunny’s jaw, she uses the other to divest herself of her soaking wet shirt.

Sunny’s eyes go wide as her mouth is stuffed with sopping wet, salinous cotton.

“Since you wanted to taste it so bad.” She mocks as she begins to rock her hips. Bruising the shape of her fingerprints into Sunshine’s skin.

Something for her to admire in the mirror later, the way the marks Cirrus makes let everyone know who she belongs to.

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Butch mist who takes T for the extra body hair and lower voice and bottom growth and Aurora who is fucking obsessed with her and thinks she’s the hottest thing on this earth and can’t help but follow her around like a lost puppy.

Begs her for a chance. That she can be so good for her and mist keep insisting that they can’t just yet, doesn’t want to break the poor girl, doesn’t want to go too far because she doesn’t think she can help herself with such a pretty little thing.

But Aurora is insistent, and mist is weak when Aurora can be so flattering. So she compromises. Lays down and makes Aurora lay between her thighs and cock warm her little t dick until she falls asleep. Mouth slack and drooling all over mists cunt but at least she’s quiet, and mist will make her clean it up when she’s awake.

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Omgggg it's like Christmas and my Birthday 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

Good morning, Kilonova chapter 93 to 97 is up. I hope you all like it.

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𝘔𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘺 𝘔𝘢𝘺 𝘋𝘢𝘺 𝘍𝘪𝘷𝘦: 𝘈𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘴

Rating: G Pairing: Mountain, Dew and Soot. Words: 1.1k

Featuring the return of Soot from The Day Dissolved.

Mushy May brought to you by @forlorn-crows Divider by @ghuleh-recs

Also available on AO3

Mountain doesn’t usually have trouble befriending the Abbey strays. He’s got a cadre of crows and ravens who bring him trinkets. A raccoon who thinks he’s a pet. Squirrels and chipmunks who are always happy to come up and take nuts right from Mountain’s outstretched fingers. 

So one little cat shouldn’t be a problem, but she is. 

Mountain’s tried everything. Three different kinds of cat food. Tuna. Raw meat. She eats all of it–but won’t come anywhere near it if he’s within earshot. He catches her little black shadow darting around the grounds. In his greenhouse even, keeping to the shadows. Mostly he sees her in the abbey graveyard. 

A fitting place for a black cat. 

She’s tiny. Mountain isn’t sure if she’s still a kitten, or just small. She’s fluffy, black, with big green eyes that stare at him from the underbrush as he walks closer. She never hisses, never swats. But she also shows no interest in him. They’ve had several stand offs in the oldest section of the graveyard. Mountain holding raw chicken between his outstretched fingers and this little cat turning her nose up at it and scurrying away. 

He isn’t sure why it matters. At first he tells himself it’s because he wants to make sure she’s safe and healthy. That he feels a duty to protect the living things in the abbey grounds. And also–he doesn’t love the idea of a stray cat around. Bad for the birds–and he knows how upset Cirrus gets when the cats go after them.

He’s followed her all the way to the crypt today. Trying to stay far enough back that he doesn’t scare her off. She knows he’s there–she’s a cat. But she doesn’t seem to care as long as he doesn’t get too close. He’s got more treats in his pockets. 

She stops at he steps to the crypt that holds all the past papa’s. She turns and looks at him, head tilting. He crouches down, reaches into is pocket and pulls out a chunk of salmon. God, Aether would kill him if he knew he was stealing meat to try to entice a cat. 

“Come on little one, I promise it’s better inside. All the salmon you could ever want, a warm bed. I’ll pet you as much as you want.” 

This is ridiculous he realizes as he talks to her. Bribing her. It isn’t because he just wants to keep her safe, or because he doesn’t want her out here hunting Cirrus’ birds. It’s also because it’s a challenge he can’t seem to win. Every other animal comes to him without any effort. What is wrong with this cat? The more she turns her nose up at him the more he wants to impress her. He wants to gain her favor, and when he thinks about it like that he feels more than a little insane. 

The little cat sniffs the air–takes a couple steps closer to him. Hope swells in his chest. He extends his hand even more, reaching for her. 

“That’s it, little one. Just a little closer.” 

The smell of cigarette smoke hits him. The little cat keeps coming closer and then walks past him, giving him just wide enough berth to avoid rubbing against his leg. Mountain startles, stands, turning as he does.

The little cat is winding between Dew’s legs. Nuzzling against his well worn boots. A warm purr reaching Mountain’s ears. The little cat looks up at Dew like he is everything and Mountain feels something sour in his stomach. 

“You?” 

Dew takes a drag off of his cigarette, he’s trying not to laugh–Mountain can tell. It doesn’t help. 

“I told her not to tell you.” Dew says, like this is all somehow the cats fault. “I knew you’d be like this.” 

“Like what?” 

“Jealous.” 

“I’m not jealous I’m just…you?” 

“Rude,” Dew stubs his cigarette out on the bottom of his boot then bends down to pet the cat. She nuzzles into his hand. When he scoops her up, Mountain feels something akin to shock. Dew? Really? 

The little cat headbuts him, pressing her face right into Dew’s until he’s sputtering on cat hair. Mountain stares, watching her lick at Dew’s nose. Dew scrunches his face up. 

“Ok, Soot, you made your point. Enough.” 

“Soot?” 

“Yeah, because she looks like she rolled around in a fire place.” 

Mountain can’t stop staring. Can’t stop feeling the heat of betrayal in his chest. It’s all so stupid. He shouldn’t care–doesn’t really. Is glad this little cat has someone. But he knows he’s lost. It will never be him. 

“You can probably pet her now.” Dew nods to the little black fluff ball in his arms. 

Mountain gets closer, he offers his fingers too Soot. She untucks herself from Dew’s shoulder and sniffs at his fingers, little pink tongue darting out to lick the salmon juice from them. When he offers her the fish, she chops down on the chunk greedily. Purring happily as Mountain scratches her between the ears. 

“She’s a little brat,” Dew says, but the fondness in his voice makes Mountain’s chest feel warm, not jealousy this time. Dew really loves this little cat–even though he’d probably say otherwise. Maybe it’s ok that Dew has this–Mountain doesn’t need Soot. But Dew definitely does. 

“How’d you get her to come up to you?” 

“I didn’t. She just started hanging out with me when I came to the crypts to…you know…visit. And I knew you were trying to catch her so I just…I felt bad you know? This is your thing.” 

Mountain shrugs. He pulls his hand away and Soot tucks her face back against Dew’s. Cheek to cheek. 

“It’s fine. It’s a good match. You're both picky brats. You can bring her inside you know. Papa doesn’t care.”

Dew laughs. “I know…I’m not sure either of us are ready for that kind of commitment yet.” 

“Typical.” Mountain says, stepping around Dew and heading back toward the greenhouse, intent on leaving Dew, and Soot, to their crypt visit. “Just…don’t do it again ok?” 

“What befriend an animal?” Dew rolls his eyes. “Not like I can control which animals like me better!” 

Mountain shakes his head. “Just…stay away from my ravens.”

“Oh, is now a bad time to tell you that one of them brought me money the other day? Do they do that to you?” 

Mountain groans, not dignifying that with a real response. His whole walk back to the greenhouse is filled with the sound of Dew’s distant laughter.

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Mushy May 2024

Midnight Snack - Aether/Dewdrop

Thank you to @forlorn-crows for organizing Mushy May for the second year in a row!

Divider by @ghuleh-recs

CW: hurt/comfort, it’s a little sad!

681 words below the cut (ao3 soon)

Aether’s view is suddenly smothered by fabric that scratches at the speakers of the cellphone that was once aimed at Dew’s sleepy but handsome visage.

Now the phone is flipped and he can hear muffled yawns through the sound of shifting fabric.

Aeth huffs a laugh, “We can hang up now, I know you’re tired.”

“No!” His voice is as petulant as it is worn with exhaustion.

The phone is straightened and he can see Dew’s droopy eyelids again.

When they focus on the screen again they go impossibly wide.

“No Aeth! That’s not fair!”

Aether smiles mid-slurp. “Hey, it may be midnight on that tour bus but here it’s dinner time.”

“Okay fine, but did you have to eat that? My favourite!”

Aether taps thoughtfully on the laminated cardboard of the ramen cup he’s cradling against his chest. Flaming hot, fires of hell, burn your face off flavour. All of the names Dew’s given it because he can’t yet read Korean.

He does feel a certain kinship with the raging fire-eyed chicken on the packaging. But maybe Aether had that package thrown at his head when he pointed at it and said “That’s you!”

“NOT A CHICKEN!” Dew shouts across the room from where he’s ducked behind the counter, weary of ramen cup shaped revenge.

Instead he hears the flick of the kettle being turned on, paper being peeled back, packets torn, and his mouth begins to water.

He considers emerging so he can bite right into the round cake of dried ramen noodles, as is customary. His ears prick at the sound of a very crunchy chomp and decides he has no choice.

And then…

“Firefly, you still with me?” Aeth drags out the yyyyy in a sing-song voice that makes Dew’s chest ache.

“Clearly not.” His eyes are closed now, but not with sleep. With something heavier.

“Well, if you are awake enough, go look on the top shelf of the pantry.”

Sounds hopeful, so Dew readies himself to be upright. The phone goes dark again against Dew’s palm as he swings his sore legs over the edge of the bunk and hops down.

Aether hears him pad quietly to the tiny kitchen, and then the squeaking hinge of the cupboard. And then a cascade of thuds.

In the distance he hears a shut the fuck up that sounds a lot like Cumulus.

When Dew sets the phone upright again, he is clutching several packages of flames of the volcanos of satans rage noodles to his chest.

That's thanks enough for Aether. He can see Dew struggling to process a tirade of emotions that is far too much for a sleepy ghoul at midnight.

Dew cracks open a bottle of water and peels back the lid, but before dousing the noodles he takes a big bite of the dried noodles, crumbs fly everywhere.

“Mount’s gonna get you for that. You know he hates crumbs in the upholstery.”

Dew just grunts softly in affirmation. He knows what'll happen if he opens his mouth right now. So he keeps it clamped shut, tight enough to make his teeth hurt.

He continues preparing the noodles, irrespective of the heart burn he’ll get when he lays down. Aether continues slurping and watching.

Finally Dew’s face is obscured by the steam wafting up from his midnight snack, and it’s fogging up the front camera just a little.

He opens his mouth to take a bite and what he thought would happen, happens.

“Dew…”

“Aeth, so help me fuck, DO NOT SAY A WORD. Just eat these noodles with me in peace.”

Aeth smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Okay, we’ll just eat.”

“Good.”

“You know, with that look on your face, you like like the spicy chicke…”

“FUCK OFF I’M NOT A FUCKING CHICKEN!!”

It is said with no real venom though, Dew would give anything to be called a spicy chicken. To be chased around the kitchen again while Aether makes bok-bok-bok noises at him, digging fingers into his ribs and making him laugh until he cries.

“Love you too, Dew.”

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From the kiss prompts: #44. a kiss out of lust.

Spicy ficlet feat our fave menace: Dewdrop x Rain

CW: adult below the cut, gills, and subtle somno that is consensual (agreed upon offscreen) but mostly Dew can't resist the call of the siren.

It’s nothing new to have the urge to sink himself deep inside a ghoul. Who that ghoul is can vary, depending on the day and his mood. However, it’s usually the same ghoul he seeks out, usually the same ghoul whose bed he spends the night in. Usually the same ghoul who knows just what he needs and welcomes him with open arms. 

Rain.

But today is different somehow. The need is there, burning low in his belly as he woke up curled in Rain’s arms in their bed, legs threaded together, still warm from where they are pressed together. He’s had his fill of Rain yesterday, last night, and again in the early hours of the morning. It’s still early, but closer to reasonable considering when they typically get up and get going. He takes him in, through heavy lidded eyes, his golden irises dragging over the pale blue of Rain’s skin, the soft indigo freckles dotting the bridge of his nose. The delicate lilac hue of his cheeks, flushed still from their earlier activity. His hair curled into a tangle across his brow, where it dried from the sweat they worked up. 

Beautiful, he thinks, the heat growing inside him as he stares. He has no idea how he got so lucky to find love again, considering everything that had already occurred topside. No idea why Rain loves him like he does, why he loves taking Dew apart just as much as Dew loves making Rain whine under him. But he’s not complaining as he thinks about the specific sound Rain makes. It’s a song just for him, a tune only he knows. A melody he can never forget and notes he knows by heart. 

He debates staying in bed all day, and why wouldn’t he want to do anything but bury himself inside Rain? His cock kicks at the idea and he pushes his palm into his crotch, giving himself a rough stroke and biting back a groan as he adjusts his position in Rain’s arms. 

Dew’s lips press to Rain’s skin closest to where he lies, on his collarbone. The need to be connected further suddenly insistent. Insatiable even. His nose running along the line of Rain’s throat as he subconsciously tips his head back to give Dew more room.

Rain sleeps like the dead. When he’s out, it typically takes a herculean effort to wake him, and woe be unto any ghoul who wakes him earlier than absolutely necessary. And Dew knows he’s tired. He’s the one who tired him out. He grins thinking about it. A fang hooking on his lower lip. 

This is probably dangerous territory, Dew thinks. Rain will be pissed if he wakes him this early. The sun hasn’t even breached the horizon yet, the sky just tinting pink at the faint hint of the impending sunrise. His tongue slips out to run up the ridge of Rain’s shoulder, dipping to taste the scent along the gland at the side of his neck. Continuing upwards to the edges of his gill folds. 

They’re open, gently frilled as he breathes in his sleep. A treat begging to be tasted as Dew watches them fan, the dark red mesmerizing him as he watches them move through the slits along his neck. He presses a kiss just below his gills, as his tongue slips higher, edging towards the slit of his lower gill, before dipping inside.

Dew hears the sharp intake of breath as Rain reacts to the sensation on his most sensitive parts. He stills briefly, retracting his tongue, waiting too see if Rain has roused. When Rain resumes breathing closer to normal, he continues his exploration. Besides Rain’s arms pulling Dew tighter to him, he shows no signs of waking. 

Dew, bolder now, slips his tongue along the lower gill again, before licking inside to taste the delicate skin, the tissue frilling along his tongue, as he purrs low and slow. Massaging Rain’s gills with his tongue, dipping deeper as he dares, Rain still asleep. 

Dew is aware of the effect he’s having on Rain, he can’t miss the way Rain’s cock has started to press into his thigh, hard and thick as it lays against him. He can feel the sticky pre begin to bead at the tip. 

Dew’s fingers hold Rain’s hip, as he presses his own erection into Rain’s. The heat and friction feels amazing as he continues to lick into Rain’s gills. His own water tendencies providing just the right amount of glide as their cocks meet. 

Dew groans internally as the desire grows. His hand slipping upward from Rain’s hip, up and over the soft dip of his waist, his fingers trailing to caress the soft skin there, to drag across Rain’s length, gathering pre as he continues upwards, over Rain’s taut abdomen, to skim across his ribs before stopping just below the gills there. 

The need to be inside, to consume Rain like this, suddenly all he can think about. His tongue continues its assault on Rain’s gills. He rubs his fingers together, spreading the fluid gathered there before slipping his fingertips of the first two fingers between the third and fourth gill, leaving the top two open and fanned, feeling Rain’s breath shudder as he touches the velvety membranes inside, petting across the sensitive tissue. 

Rain shifts as Dew’s fingers work, his hips pressing into Dew’s more aggressively as he moves against Dew, both trying to escape and trying to find relief for the burning in his gills and groin. Dew gasps as Rain’s leg curls over his, pulling him in tight, trapping him against the cooler ghoul’s body, pressing him further toward the mattress as Rain ruts against him. 

Before he can realize what’s happened, Rain has him pinned. Tongue and fingertips still in his gills, cocks hard and pressed tightly together between them, he’s trapped under Rain’s weight, as brilliant luminous blue eyes shine down at him, pupils dark with desire. 

Caught. 

Dew pauses, removing his tongue from Rain’s throat, and starts to apologize for waking him when Rain presses into Dew, giving a thrust of his cock along Dew’s hipbone, and bows his head down to pull Dew into a kiss, possessive, and full of lust, tongue claiming every inch of Dew’s mouth as his own. Leaving Dew breathless as he kisses him with every intent of wrecking him where he lays. 

Dew’s hand flies to Rain’s other side and slips between the other set of gills there, both hands teasing into the water ghoul as they move together. 

Rain growls, the vibrations from his chest rumbling through Dew as he leaks more pre into Dew’s happy trail, his fangs flashing in the low light of their bedroom and he kisses Dew again, more feral, more insistent, carnal. 

“I’m going to ruin you.” 

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I'm Bell

I just think that Phantom will bring Bell those cheeses in the red wax cause look they’re named after you, and then he’ll play with the discarded wax, make little shapes. Bell will then walk around with a pocket full of wax stars and flowers and bugs. He definitely saves them all. And at first he puts them on his windowsill but comes back to a slightly deformed caterpillar because of the sunlight, so he moves them to a bookshelf. He’ll also walk around with a horrible stomach ache because he doesn’t have the heart to tell Phantom that he’s lactose intolerant like most ghouls. Which Phantom hasn’t noticed yet because everyone eats cheese anyway … cause cheese.

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Happy New Year Lenci! I hope you’re doing well, and I hope 2024 is your best year yet. If anyone gets in the way of that I will beat them to a pulp. Love you 🖤🖤

Oh my goodness! I am! I'm moving out March 1st. And started seeing the sweetest girl 🩷❤️ Happy New Year Indeed. I've really let social media go, but I hope you're also doing well!

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@midnight-moth doing the most 🩷🩷🩷

Cw medical imaging (X-ray)

I stopped the person giving me drugs and asked to see. They asked why. I didn’t tell them about the intimate and romantic nature of seeing your insides. Or about the weird porn I want to write about it.

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The sweetest boys to ever sweet 🥰

I’d politely request #1, you are so fucking sexy, baby feaf RainDrop plz. 💜

Well @papaslittlesunshine this ask is from August. I hope you’re still interested. Uh - maybe this is not what you expected but here’s 1030 words of domestic raindrop lacking in personal boundaries and napkins apparently.

No major CWs. Just raindrop dryhumping like desperate teenagers.

Seated at the head of the bed, cushioned by several pillows to protect their spines against the spindly wooden knobs decorating Rain’s headboard. They’ve been here all day, sequestered from the biting cold ripping through the abbey, under heaps of blankets fortified by Dew’s own heat.

Seasonality be damned however, Rain is still enjoying his favourite treat as they watch a series of slasher flicks involving a murderous Santa Claus.

He delights in the frosty snap between his teeth. His tongue drags icy shards of chocolate into his mouth which he allows to dissolve slowly on his tongue.

Dew has opted for something more temperature neutral. Sour candies studded with sugar that will soon make his tongue sore. But he’s abandoned the package on the bedside table, along with the movie, in favour of watching Rain.

Rain uses his bottom teeth to pry the sheet of frozen chocolate away from the bar, and then snaps it in half with his upper front teeth. In that moment Dew can see the little wisps of vapor made from the heat of Rain’s breath across the glossy surface of melting vanilla ice cream.

His tongue flicks forward rapidly to catch the drips, but not all, before they run down his fingers and thumb. He saves the bedspread from any stains, but not his own face, the corners of his mouth now stained with chocolate from the ambitiously large pieces he’s sucked back.

It’s his second bar, and if he wanted a third Dew would again extract himself from their cozy nest to get it for him. But Rain drops the stick inside the wrapped with a satisfied hum and Dew thinks he’s had his fill. He’s spared any altercations with whatever manner of spirit that roams the halls after midnight.

His full attention no longer detained by his snack, Rain realizes, or rather finally acknowledges that Dew’s been staring at him for the last 3 minutes, with a half smile tugged up to his right ear.

“What?”

“Nothing.” But the upward inflection and the smirk on Dew’s face say something.

Rain huffs quietly and sticks out his bottom lip, and it only serves to highlight the chocolate smeared around his mouth.

“You’re so sexy fucking sexy, baby.” Dew giggles, the syllables are exaggerated in all the right places to make him sound incredibly sarcastic, although it shouldn’t cast even a shadow of doubt in Rain’s mind that Dew knows it to be true.

“You’re mean.”

And now Rain’s really pouting, and Dew isn’t sure if it’s in mock offense because of the angle in which he pitches his brows and the way his eyes seem to both widen and droop at the same time.

Dew could swear there were tears pooling in them. Or perhaps just a trick that Rain and the candles agreed to play on him, as their light catches the whites of his eyes.

Either way, it elicits an unexpected but not uninvited response. Dew twists and slides his leg around Rain’s hip, climbing into his lap in a practiced motion where they fit together like two halves of a broken stone.

“Dew, my hand is sticky.” Rain’s hand is held up for inspection, though Dew can’t see anything in the low light.

“So is your face, it’s covered in chocolate.”

Dew sees the question, written silently across Rain’s bemused expression. How can go to the washroom and clean it off if you’re sitting on me?

Dew replies with his tongue, warm and soft where the edges of his lips normally meet, now held agape by a breathy sigh.

When he dips into Rain’s mouth, his tongue is still cold and the contrast makes Dew shiver despite the heat insulated by beehive of blankets coiled around them several times over.

Rain’s leg has already navigated its way out from beneath the pile of blankets to slam the lid of the laptop shut with his foot and then back again, folded underneath Dew’s hips. One hand moves to grip his waist, while the other roams the expanse of Dew’s lower back.

Rain’s thumb begins to knead urgent circles into the slight pad of fat above his hip. Dew answers by threading his arms around Rain’s neck, allowing himself to be pulled closer.

Until they’re pressed together like two pages in the center of a book.

They forfeit the ability to take a deep breath, sacrificing space for the expanse of their lungs in exchange for no longer being able to discern whose heart beat they feel inside their chests.

The thin fabric of Rain’s sleep shorts and Dew’s threadbare flannel pajama pants ease the glide as Rain guides Dew’s hips forward. The movement is fluid, as though he’s on a well oiled hinge.

Rain’s fingers stick to Dew’s skin, from the sugary film coating them. They’re fixed in place, digging into the flesh between his ribs.

The to-and-fro motion of their bodies makes the bed creak as the frame responds to erratic force of Rain driving his hips up and Dew bearing down to use his knees for leverage. The sound makes them both smile. A Pavlovian response to a noise that only comes as they get closer.

They could stop, undress, escalate, but this feels easy, natural. Dew drags his teeth through the condensation his own torrid breath has left on Rain’s cool skin.

“I want it.” The words lack their usual force on account of Rain’s own breathlessness.

Dew slides his cheek across Rain’s shoulder in a fervent nod of agreement before he breaks the marked skin in the crook of Rain’s neck. Syrupy and warm, it coats Dew’s tongue and Rain feels Dew pulse, heat bloom, warm and wet between their bodies.

Without the sound of Dew’s skin to muffle him, he cums with a loud sob that the wooden frame of the bed mimics with a final creak and a thump against the wall.

And this time they laugh. Dew reaches behind them to push his thumb into the concave piece of plaster that’s shaped just like the bed post.

They’ve considered repairing it. But decided they won’t do anything until they bring the whole wall down.

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I deserve softness and sweetness.

I tried to imagine it was with them instead. But there were no soft limbs, there were no shapes like mine. We didn't slot together perfectly. There were no whispered praises.

I know they'd be innately soft. Their baseline would just be gentle. No rough hands maneuvering me how they saw fit. They'd be considering. And I'd cry, but this time for new and foreign reasons.

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I just know it would be so soft and so sweet.

It'd be hard to keep kissing because our smiles would be too big.

I'd smile into her neck, and she'd blush, her skin flushing with goosebumps.

I bet our smiles would be so big that our cheeks hurt. She'd be the sweetest thing.

I bet she'd even check in with me during. At least the first few times.

I bet she'd hold my hand during it.

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Not me thinking I was being annoying by reblogging stuff 😭

the more i write for this fandom, the closer i get to nuking my blog, honestly. y'all just take it for granted and don't give authors the same exposure you give artists, but we're supposed to churn out thousands of words for you? disrespectful tbh. i've done this since 2020 and it's just coming to a head recently. newer fans and newer tumblr users just don't give a fuck about exposure or showing appreciation. it's just "give me more, have a like, go write more".

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Thing 18737, I would cry over if I could.

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Im so fucking sick of this drawing. I didn’t use a high enough dpi and well don’t zoom hard. I am not sure if Harley Quinn Dew will make it in there beside him. What an introduction. Here’s catwoman rain.