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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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POV ur a sibling of sin and Alpha visits the nursery

aka Alpha is great with kits (and i have just, devastating lore for this image and Alpha's life in the pits)

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tell me on anon what you'd never tell me off anon

No one is actually gonna do it but fuck it.

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i am begging you all to stop treating this site like instagram if you dont want it to be content free by next year

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Taming the Flames

Dewdrop is a little shit. Aether decides to fuck him about it. That’s the fic. Also they're gross and in love so it gets mushy at the end.

Ship: Aether/Dewdrop

Word Count: 2024

Rating: NSFW

Tags: smut, PWP, brat taming, spanking, spit as lube, anal fingering, anal sex, praise kink, cuddles

Below the cut or on AO3

Aether has had enough. Enough of Dew’s attitude. Enough of his snippy remarks. More than enough of his pouting.

Dew has been in a foul mood all day. He must have woken up on the wrong side of the bed or something and has been taking it out on everyone ever since. The final straw is when Dew snaps at Rain.

Aether had been reading in the common room, keeping an eye on the feisty fire ghoul who had taken up residence in a grumpy heap on the couch. Rain had come in wanting to watch a movie and could practically see the storm cloud floating above Dew’s head.

“Need a hug, Firefly?” Rain had asked, genuinely seeking to comfort; no intention to tease.

Dew responded with a hiss. “Leave me the fuck alone.”

Rain can more than handle Dew; has on many occasions. Rain’s muttered, “Well fuck you then.” would usually be the end of it. Today however, Aether’s patience is exhausted.

“That’s it, you little shit.” Aether tosses his book down stands and strides over to stare Dew down. “My room. Now.” His tone leaves no room for argument and still Dew picks a fight.

“You’re not the boss of me.” Dew rolls his eyes boredly and flips Aether off.

“Dewdrop.” Aether growls. “If you’re not in my room in five minutes you’re going to regret being summoned.” With that Aether coolly walks out of the common room.

Rain looks between Dew and the door, eyes wide and ears laid back. “He means it, you know.” He offers sheepishly.

“Yeah, yeah.” Dew grumbles. “I’m going.” He brushes past Rain and stalks down the hall to Aether’s room.

Dew kicks the already ajar door fully open and slinks in. Aether is waiting for him, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Close the door Dewdrop.”

Dew lazily kicks behind him, slamming the door while maintaining eye contact.

“Now strip and get over here.”

Dew just shoves his hands in his pockets, glares, and huffs.

“You’re just making this worse for yourself.” Aether threatens, already standing up. He crosses to Dew in two long strides and before the fire ghoul can react, delivers an open palmed smack to his cheek. Dew stumbles a little and Aether uses his disrupted balance as an opening to scoop him up.

Dew makes an undignified squawk as he’s lifted off his feet and manhandled. As he’s carried to the bed, he hisses and kicks the whole way.

Aether sits back down, laying Dew face down over his lap. He presses a palm to Dew’s back, holding the squirming ghoul down before pausing. Slightly more gently, but in a serious tone, he asks, “Color?”

“Green.” Dew spits, still thrashing.

“Then hold still, gremlin.”

“Try and make me.” Dew retorts.

That does it. Aether presses down harder and uses his free hand to hook his fingers in the waistband of Dew’s sweats and pulls them down to his ankles. His boxers get the same treatment and Dew’s bare ass is revealed. The cold air has barely had a chance to cause raised goosebumps when Aether delivers a bruising slap.

Dew flinches with it all while biting back a moan as the force ruts his freed cock against Aether’s thigh.

“Come on.” He grits out, craning his neck to glare back at Aether. “You can do better than that.”

“Oh just shut up already.” Aether growls, throwing a leg over the back of Dew’s knees.

He grabs Dew’s arms and pins them behind his back before wrapping his tail around Dew’s wrists. Hands now free, he cups a hand over Dew’s mouth. Then he spanks him again, harder this time. A matching red welt is added to the other side of the fire ghoul’s ass.

Dew lets out a pitiful mewl. Still he wiggles his rear a little as if to ask for more.

“Not so tough now huh?” Aether snorts, winding back for the next strike.

Dew jolts with each hit. Whimpering, legs and tail thrashing, and claws digging to his palms. Soon his smarting rear is an even and angry red. Still Aether can see how the fire ghoul's eyelids flutter in pleasure.

After eight smacks, thoroughly chastised, Dew finally stops his squirming and lets his body go loose. Aether rewards him by soothingly rubbing his sore cheeks.

“There you go. Good boy. Just needed to be forced out of your head huh?”

Dew makes a grumbling noise, attempting to deny it, but Aether can feel how Dew’s cock kicks against his thigh even through his jeans. An unmistakable wet spot has formed where the tip rests, steadily drooling pre.

“And good boys get rewards, don’t they?” He coos, trailing his fingers down to tease at Dew’s hole.

Dew shudders and makes a muffled mrrep sound in reply.

“Would you like a reward?”

After a second, as if he had to process the words, Dew nods as best he can. His eyes are only half open and glazed. His brain has begun slipping into a pleasant haze.

Aether loosens the hand around Dew’s mouth and instead brushes his bottom lip with his pointer and middle fingers of his opposite hand. “Suck.”

Dew obediently lathes his tongue over the digits, getting them dripping with saliva. When Aether withdraws his hand, strings of saliva connect his fingers and Dew’s tongue. Aether moves his wet digits to Dew’s ass. Dew helpfully arches his back and spreads his legs a little. Aether pets at the fluttering ring of muscle teasingly. He waits until Dew whines impatiently before slowly sliding a finger in. With his free hand he scratches at Dew’s scalp and the bases of his sensitive horns

Dew keens, initially at the stretch and then the first jab of Aether’s finger into his prostate. As Aether slowly works him over, Dew goes completely limp; all fight gone. He simply melts into the gentle and thorough touches. His head falls to the bed, his cheek squished into the comforter. His eyes have gone completely glassy and he can barely keep them open. He lets out little gasps and whines as Aether pets at the most sensitive parts of him.

When Aether deems him worked open enough, he withdraws his fingers, unwinds his tail from Dew’s wrists, and gently scoops him up. He settles Dew at the head of the bed and steps away just long enough to remove his own clothes. Dew whines, tail thumping impatiently until Aether, now bare, climbs up onto the bed. He helps Dew remove his shirt then pulls the fire ghoul into his lap. Aether gets Dew adjusted, straddling his hips.

“Ready for me?”

Dew nods and hums an affirmative before letting his head fall forward.

“Words, Firefly.”

Dew struggles to lift his head to make eye contact. “P-please Aeth. I’m green. Please?”

“Of course sweet boy.” Aether kisses Dew’s forehead as he lines himself up with Dew’s hole. He slowly lowers the fire ghoul onto his girth and both of them hiss at the sensation.

As Aether bottoms out, Dew’s eyes roll back at the delicious stretch. His forehead falls to rest on Aether’s shoulder. He wraps his arms around Aether, pressing their chests together as if he wants to meld himself to the quintessence ghoul. Aether just hugs him back as he starts experimental rolls of his hips.

Aether does all the work, just letting Dew lay boneless against him. He doesn’t really mind; the pretty choked off noises Dew makes each time Aether’s dick brushes against his prostate making it more than worth it. Still, the angle isn't ideal for what they both really want.

Aether carefully leans forward and lays Dew down; then adjusts himself to kneel over him. He gently extricates his arms from behind Dew. Supporting himself with his forearms, Aether rolls his hips until Dew whines, indicating he’s got the right angle. Then Aether pulls back and thrusts in deep without warning.

Dew howls, arching his back and clawing at the sheets. Aether soothingly shushes him, all the while continuing his targeted assault.

“Just relax. I’ve got you. You’re doing so well. Just focus on feeling good for me, okay?”

Dew couldn’t disobey even if he wanted to; his mind swimming in pleasure and unable to conjure a single coherent thought. Aether’s hitting the spot that makes him see stars with a deadly precision. All he can do is make little choked off noises and try to remember to breathe.

He feels himself getting close all too soon. His whimpers and incoherent noises increase in frequency and volume and his thighs begin to shake. His eyes are squeezed shut and he grips the sheets like a lifeline.

“Close aren’t you?” Aether chuckles, even though it’s obvious. “It’s okay. Me too.” He shifts his weight to one arm so he can slide the other between them. Dew sobs when Aether gets a hand on his throbbing cock. Aether swipes his thumb through the small puddle of precum that had gathered in Dew’s happy trail and uses it to ease the slide of his fist over Dew’s length. Dew unconsciously bucks his hips into it and Aether purrs, tightening his hand.

“That’s it. Take what you need.”

A handful of strokes more and the burning in Dew’s gut sends him over the edge.

“Guh…Aeth-ah-ah!” He gasps and spills rope after rope of hot cum between them as Aether milks him for every last drop.

Aether only releases his hand and slows his hips when Dew begins to hiss and thrash in overstimulation. Dew slumps to the bed, exhausted.

“Doing okay? Just a little more alright?”

“Yeah. Go ahead.” Dew sighs his agreement.

Aether lets his own desire take over and he returns his attention to bruising Dew’s insides. The pace goes from fast, even, and sharp, to erratic and halted as Aether nears his own peak. Dew helps him along best he can by clenching down and pulling him into a filthy kiss, even as he shakes in overwhelm.

When Aether reaches his own climax, he pulls back and Dew bares his neck. Aether bites down at the junction between Dew’s neck and shoulder as he finishes; teeth tracing the marks of their past love making. As the high fades, he licks the wound soothingly.

He finally pulls away to admire the blissed out form of his fire ghoul beneath him. Dew’s tousled locks fan out below him, framing his face. A lavender blush tinges his gray skin from his cheeks to his chest. His head lolls to the side and his eyes are half closed in well fucked contentment. He lazily licks his lips and Aether can’t help but chase that pink tongue. He leans in for a gentle kiss. Rather than frantic and claiming, it’s easy. They lap into each other’s mouths just to taste. Tracing familiar ridges of teeth and tongue. Only the screaming of their lungs for air forces them to part.

“How are you feeling Firefly?”

“I’m good. Really good.” Dew chirps. A goofy, sex drunk grin breaks out on his face; a testament to the wave of bliss he's still riding.

Aether mirrors his smile. “You did so well. So good for me.” Aether kisses his nose. “Let's get you cleaned up and comfy, alright?”

He adjusts like he’s going to pull out but Dew stops him, patting his arm.

Aether raises a brow.

“Stay? A little longer?” Dew murmurs, looking away shyly. He’s unwilling to give up the feeling of being so intoxicatingly filled up quite yet.

“Of course sweetheart.” Aether carefully rolls them over so now Dew is resting on top of him.

Aether runs his fingers through Dew’s hair as Dew nuzzles his chest and kneads at Aether’s stomach. They both already know this will eventually lead to a round two. Then they’ll need to get up. Shower and change the sheets. Dew owes Rain an apology too. For now though, they’ll lay here. They'll bask in sleepy contentment until Dew can’t help but begin teasing rolls of his hips and sloppy kisses. And Aether will have to rail him about it again.

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Dewether my beloved 😍

Spend little extra time on the first page of my new sketchbook. Worth it

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Decadence

A (late) birthday gift for the incredible, amazing, fanatsic @forlorn-crows. Love you, Crowwwww. Happy late birthday ♥♥.

Rating: Explicit Pairing: Cumulus/Mountain Featuring: A slow lazy afternoon, cuddles, oral sex, vaginal fingering, Mountain being down bad. Cumulus letting him take care of her. Decadence. Kind of edging? I guess? I don't know man they're just really really into each other. Soft. God it's so soft. Word Count: 3.2k

Mountain and Cumulus share a lazy afternoon.

“Careful,” he mumbles.

And she doesn’t want to be. Not after months on the road and cramped bunks and uncomfortable hotel beds. She knows he’s trying to preserve this, mostly for her. To let the afternoon stretch and contract. That the only way it stays endless is if they never move, never shift–never evolve.

And Cumulus, despite the sleepy weight in her limbs, wants very badly to evolve.

Read it all on AO3.

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Reposting my old ghost art slowly again💗

Censored Rain ghoul bc last time I uncensored it Tumblr nerfed me </3

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Omg I love this idea! Sorry if this isn't exactly what you meant but how about "too sweet" by Hozier, more specifically the "your as bright as the morning, as soft as the rain" or "your too sweet for me" with rain and dew 👀💕

I apologise if this is a little shorter than you were hoping for, but a storyline evaded me here. However, a setting popped up in my head, so if you will, just imagine this....

SFW, fluff, hints at previous NSFW activities... MDNI!

This cabin was run down, falling apart almost but it didn't matter to either of them. This was their safe space, a long forgotten hideout in the forests surrounding the Ministry that gave them the privacy to be with each other; freedom.

Dew sat on the porch swing, lounging swinging gently back and forth in the fresh air of the morning. The smell of the earth felt like home, sodden by the heavy rain as it hit the soil and plants surrounding the cabin. He hadn't bothered to dress himself this morning, only taking one of the blanket throws he and Rain has brought down with them weeks ago to make their little den more comfortable. It sat across his hips as he swayed, peacefully enjoying the morning while his lover seemed too exhausted from a night of love making to be awake at this hour.

That's what he had thought at least, until he heard the familiar creak of the rotted wooden door and the patter of bare footsteps on the decking. Dew looked up to see Rain padding towards him slowly, squinting in the dull light of the morning. His hair needed a brush, but he looked so beautifully vulnerable in this state; nude and barely awake.

Without a word, he scooched onto the porch swing with Dew, pulling on the blanket to cover his own lap and curling into his side where he made himself comfortable. Skin to skin, he cosied up to relax into his lover's bare chest.

The rain pattered softly on the awning above them, dripping from the corner onto the forest floor. As Dew took in his surroundings, wrapping his arms and tail around Rain to bring him closer, he couldn't help but feel so incredibly at peace, so lucky to have such a soft soul by his side.

Fingers wound their way into Rain's messed hair, massaging lightly as he drifted in and out of consciousness in his arms. Dew leaned down to press his lips to Rain's forehead.

"You're too sweet for me," he whispered against his skin, resting his cheek on top of his head and revelling in the soft "nuh-uh" he heard from beneath him, a blissful smile tickling his lips.

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Into The Gaze Ablaze

Okay look, I know I said I wasn't gonna do this. But @forlorn-crows said she wanted it for her birthday and I was powerless to refuse her. So enjoy the scene I said I wouldn't write: Dew and Father Aether's first time.

You don't need to have read the priest AU to read this. If you're not following that storyline, basically Aether is a priest who just accepted he's been gay all his life and Dew is the demon who tempts him to the Other Side. Very simple concept, very convoluted fic.

6.1k of Dew and Aether's first time. Shyness, inexperience, handjobs, fingering, anal sex, very light mentions of inhuman biology, no lube (except there is lube, it's called "water ghoul genes"), cumming early if you want to read it like that, and Dew having the filthiest mouth imaginable. Light blasphemy, I guess.

Enjoy, you heathens.

The next few moments were a blur. 

Aether was vaguely aware of more kisses, hot and fast and needy. Of overwarm hands touching him everywhere, cradling his cheeks and squeezing his sides and tracing over his chest. Catching on his nipples and drawing from him the most embarrassing noise he’d ever heard from his own mouth. Of the sharp graze of fangs over his bottom lip, followed by the bright sharpness of blood against his tongue that Dew chased with a hungry groan. At some point the rest of his clothes vanished - or at least, one moment he was wearing them and the next he wasn’t - and part of him was glad he hadn’t noticed them go, because he wasn’t sure he’d have managed to keep his sanity if he’d been aware it was happening. 

“Don’t say a word about my underwear, please,” he groaned into Dew’s mouth as soon as he got a chance, and Dew laughed between kisses. 

“S’alright, I’m not even wearing any,” he replied breathlessly, and Aether nearly choked on both of their tongues at that thought. 

He whined pitifully when Dew pulled away at last to get rid of his own jeans, still clutching at Aether’s cheek as he tugged one-handed at the button and zip. Eventually, he admitted defeat and scrambled off the bed with an annoyed groan, and Aether followed him, rucking the blankets up as he shuffled to the edge of the mattress to lend his inexpert but eager assistance to the task. 

Four hands, in fact, were not more efficient than two. 

“How the fuck did you even get these things on this morning?” he panted as they both tried to shove the faded black denim down Dew’s skinny thighs. The ghoul tried to growl in irritation, but the sound emerged as a reluctant giggle as he stumbled and had to steady himself against Aether’s shoulder. Despite himself, Aether found himself laughing too as they struggled together.

“Didn’t have a horny priest trying to help.” 

And then Dew’s hands were on his cheeks again, tilting his face upwards to steal another hurried kiss, and for a moment the stupid fucking jeans were the last thing on his mind because all he could think about was filling his senses with more of that smokey honey scent. 

“Is it weird to tell you that you taste good?” he asked, breathless, when they finally pulled apart, and Dew’s answering grin was sharp as a dagger and as bright as the sun. 

“Can’t speak for everyone, but I’m never gonna be mad if someone I’m about to fuck tells me they enjoy my body,” he replied, and Aether felt his head spin. His hands grasped blindly at the waistband of Dew’s jeans, now wedged a few inches down below the jut of his hip bones, and through a lucky combination of movement from his hands and Dew’s hips, the faded fabric slipped down at last. 

Aether glanced down, almost accidentally, and the world ground to a halt. 

Dew… really wasn’t wearing underwear. 

Including Dew’s and his own, the number of cocks he’d ever really seen in his life totaled three. He was vaguely conscious, even in his limited and purely academic experience, of the fact that the one before him now wasn’t anything special in size or form. And yet he was already certain that it was the best he’d ever seen. The dark gray skin was flushed almost the same shade of orange at the tip as his cheeks when he blushed, and curved just the barest amount up towards the sparse line of hair tracing a trail from his navel to the thick thatch of dark curls at the root of it. Already the head shone with a wetness that some part of him longed to taste, memories of the bliss on Dew’s face as he knelt between his feet filling his mind tauntingly. 

If he had any lingering doubt about what he was, it evaporated like drops of dew in the morning sun as he stared. 

He let Dew’s fingers settle under his chin and tilt his head up, looking up into those bright fiery eyes with what he knew must be a truly embarrassing expression on his face. “What?” Dew asked softly, and he shook his head, forcing himself to swallow. Dew’s lips quirked upwards. “Were you expecting spikes or something?” 

“I mean…” He let out a long, shaky breath, his hands flexing involuntarily on Dew’s thighs. “Sort of, yeah.” 

Dew laughed softly and bent down to kiss him, slower and softer now but no less full of desire. “Touch it,” he murmured, gentle and encouraging. Aether felt his hands freeze in place at the thought. “Go on, it’s not gonna bite you.” 

“No, but you might,” Aether shot back, and Dew laughed again. 

“Only if you want me to.” He laid one warm hand over Aether’s, pushing it gently towards his cock, and Aether swore he felt the finest little tremor in those long fingers. “Go on. Touch me.” 

There was a please hidden in his tone, and Aether was utterly powerless to deny him now. 

He dragged his fingers slowly across Dew’s hip, through the coarse curls that somehow felt damp but not sticky as he expected, lingering just at the root before, carefully, cautiously, trailing his fingertips up the first couple of inches. Dew hissed at the touch, shivering as his fingers tightened on Aether’s shoulders. “That’s good,” he breathed before Aether’s nerves could get the better of him. “Now wrap your hand around it.” 

Aether swallowed nervously. “I… I don’t want to hurt you.”

Dew clicked his tongue and tilted Aether’s head back until he had no choice but to look right into those bright orange eyes. “You won’t hurt me,” he promised. “I told you, I can take anything you’ve got to give me.” He leaned down and pressed his lips to Aether’s, a gentle touch but one that thrummed with intensity and hunger. “C’mon, priest, stroke my cock.” 

Aether heard himself chuckling shyly at the words, so ridiculous, so wrong, but they spurred him into movement all the same. Dew’s answering giggle broke off into a shuddering gasp as the grip around his cock tightened and began to move at last. “Is that -” 

“Good, so good,” Dew hissed as he threw his head back for a moment. When he looked down again, Aether shivered at the intensity in his eyes. “Fuck, you don’t know how often I’ve thought about this.” 

He ducked his head self-consciously, under the pretense of watching his fist work slowly over Dew’s cock. “Yeah?” 

Dew made a soft noise of agreement. “You wanna know a secret?” he asked, and even without looking up, Aether could hear the smirk in his voice. He gave an encouraging little hum, not daring to try and form actual words. Dew leaned down just a little, until his breath tickled Aether’s ear when he spoke. “I’ve got myself off almost every night thinking about you.” 

Aether’s hand stuttered to a halt as he coughed in shock, choked on air and surprise. When he looked up at Dew he was biting his lip in the most delicious combination of embarrassment and shameless lust, the point of his fang digging a tempting little divot in the kiss-flushed skin. 

“Does that bother you?” 

“No, no, I just…” He swallowed nervously. “Why?” 

Dew’s chest rumbled with what Aether could only describe as a purr. “Oh, my pretty little priest,” he sighed, draping his arms around Aether’s shoulders. “You have no fucking idea what the thought of you does to me.” As if to prove his point, Dew’s cock twitched in his grip, and the weak little whimper he let out made his cheeks burn. “Shall I tell you some of the things I’ve imagined?” he whispered, and Aether’s mind filled with images of serpents and gardens as he nodded helplessly. 

Dew’s hand brushed over his hand, silently encouraging, and he picked up the slow, shy pace of his fist again as Dew began to whisper again. 

“The first day we met, I thought about how sweet you’d sound if I bent you over the back of one of your own pews,” he began, and Aether groaned softly at the thought. “Kicked your feet apart and really took my time opening you up, until you were begging for me to fill you up and fuck away your faith.” 

Aether whimpered softly as his cock kicked between his legs, neglected and forgotten and so achingly hard he could feel his sanity leaking away. “Oh, God…” 

“I thought about fucking your mouth.” Dew hissed out a soft fuck as he steadied himself on Aether’s shoulders. “About replacing all those false prayers with my cock, pouring sin down your throat instead of the lies you’ve been feeding yourself all these years. About spreading my legs in your lap and stroking us both until I could swallow down your screams as I dragged the sin out of you. Fuck, Aether, I fucking dreamed of it…”

Aether’s hips twitched, bucking his cock uselessly against empty air in a fruitless search for friction, and his free hand grasped desperately for Dew’s forearm to hold them both steady. “You make me sound like something desirable.” 

With a wild groan, Dew grasped his jawline and tilted his head back, crushing their lips together in a desperate kiss that had them both whining into each other’s mouths in seconds. “You don’t fuckin’ get it yet, do you?” he panted when they finally tore themselves apart to breathe. “You’ve been the only fuckin’ thing I’ve desired since the moment I laid eyes on you.” 

Aether gasped sharply as he felt his back suddenly hit the mattress, and before he could get his bearings Dew was on top of him, spidery hands braced in the blankets next to his head and lean legs bracketing his hips. He looked down at him like he wanted to eat him whole, and Aether couldn’t think of anything except how he’d bare his throat for those fangs without a second thought. 

“The night I kissed you?” he hissed, breathless. “I thought I was gonna go insane. I couldn’t sleep. All I could think about was laying you down on that shitty little bed, peeling all those layers of repression off your body and worshipping you like you fucking deserve. I was so hard, it hurt, and I couldn’t even do anything about it because I knew nothing my hand could do would take away the burn, with you so close I could smell every breath.” He hissed sharply as Aether’s hips twitched up against him, and Aether’s mind went blank for a second at the sharp sting of pleasure of Dew’s cock sliding slick against his own. “Now do you believe you’re something desirable?” 

Aether didn’t answer. He couldn’t have answered if he tried. All he could do was shove Dew off his hips and pin him to the blankets, revelling in the satisfied moan that Dew let out, muffled against his own mouth. “Please,” he panted against Dew’s lips at last. “Please, Dew, I need… I can’t wait anymore, please…” 

Dew hushed him quickly and wriggled up the bed until his head was on the pillows, long gray hair spread out like an unholy halo as he looked up at him with so much desire Aether could feel his blood burning in his veins. He grabbed Aether’s wrist and, without any hesitancy at all, guided it between his legs. 

Aether froze. Reality and half-forgotten memory slammed into him like a brick. “Wait, don’t we need… I mean, I don’t have any -”

Dew shoved himself up onto one hand and silenced him with another scorching kiss. “We don’t need them,” he hissed. “We’re not gonna catch anything from each other, I swear. It doesn’t work like that.” 

“I mean - okay, but don’t you at least need some -” 

With a frustrated groan, Dew grabbed his wrist again and pulled it insistently into place between his legs, and Aether swore the world dimmed at the edges just a little at the sensation of wet slick skin just behind Dew’s balls. 

He stared at Dew with eyes he just knew were too wide with amazement to be dignified. “How -” 

Dew growled out a low impatient noise. “Do you want a ghoul biology lesson, or do you want to fuck me?” 

“Oh, God, I want to fuck you.” 

A sharp, wicked glint sparked in Dew’s eyes as he let himself fall back to the pillows with a grin. “Then stop bringing Him into it and get to work.” He wriggled his hips until that hot slick skin brushed against Aether’s fingers again, and his body obeyed of its own accord. 

The moan Dew let out as his fingertip pressed cautiously into him would be seared into his mind for the rest of his days. 

He moved slowly at first, terrified of hurting Dew, but the way the ghoul arched his back off the mattress and ground his hips into the touch couldn’t be misinterpreted. The noises he made as Aether watched his finger sink into his body were utterly sinful - lascivious, luxurious moans and whines, bitten-off curses and the occasional word in that sharp, unfamiliar language that Aether could only guess at the meaning of. 

“You okay?” he asked at last, as his knuckles finally pressed against Dew’s body. His free hand came to settle on Dew’s hip, more to ground himself than to offer any reassurance, and he tried hard not to think about how much of the narrow body below him his hand covered up without even trying. 

Dew gave a breathless laugh and brushed a strand of hair back from his forehead. “Fuck, your fingers are so fuckin’ thick,” he panted, grinding his hips down against Aether’s knuckles. 

“Is that a good thing?” Aether asked cautiously, and Dew laughed again. 

“Very good. So fucking good, fuck…” Aether watched, entranced, as one of Dew’s hands drifted from the pillow beside his head to his own chest, toying absently with one of his nipples. “You ready for another one?” 

Aether gave a shy little huff of a laugh. “Feels backwards, for you to ask me that.” 

“I’m used to this, you’re not.” Dew’s whole body trembled for a moment as a shiver rippled deliciously through him, and he forced his eyes open with an obvious effort to hold Aether’s gaze. There was a surprising softness there, and Aether found he was grateful for it. “You can go at your pace, I’m ready whenever you are.” 

Aether hoped the shake in his breath wasn’t obvious as he nodded. 

He felt himself flinch as the tip of his second finger slipped inside to join the first. Dew just shivered again, letting out another long, low moan and plucking a little more firmly at his nipple. “You’re doing good,” he breathed, pulling his feet up a little closer to himself so he could rock his hips against Aether’s hand, and Aether nodded again with a tight little hum of acknowledgement. He didn’t trust himself to open his mouth, because if he did he knew damn well he’d spill every thought on his mind, and most of those thoughts were about how hot and soft Dew was inside. His memories were hazy with passed time and purposeful suppression, but he was damn certain Zeke hadn’t been so hot around his fingers. And granted, Zeke wasn’t a demon, but -

“Hey.” Dew’s voice dragged him back to reality with a jolt. He gave him an apologetic smile, ducking his head a little in embarrassment, and Dew abandoned his chest to cover the hand on his hips with his own and give it a reassuring squeeze. “I told you, stop running off where I can’t hear you.” 

“Sorry,” he murmured ruefully. “But if I stay here, I might go insane.” 

Dew gave an amused little huff as he arched into the pleasure again. “I know what you mean,” he murmured, and this time there was a very obvious hint of a whine to his words. “C’mon, more, please…” 

Aether didn’t bother to question him this time, and the keening moan that he drew from the ghoul with the stretch of the third finger inside him went directly to his own cock - probably never to leave it. Fuck, he was aching. Harder than he’d ever been in his life, harder than he’d even known it was possible to be, and the only thought in his mind stronger than the urge to bury himself inside Dew and never leave was the horror he felt at the prospect of hurting him. 

He wasn’t afraid anymore, he realized. There was no guilt, no shame. Only desire. 

God, if his head had been clearer, he would have laughed in relief. 

Dew whined again, canting his hips desperately against his knuckles as his free hand grabbed at his own hair. “Fuck, Aether, c’mon, please…” He forced his eyes open again, and the intensity of the look he fixed Aether with made his stomach twist. “Please, I fuckin’ need you, I’m gonna lose my mind if you don’t fuckin’ fuck me.” 

Aether felt the sting of the half-dozen little scratches on his bottom lip as he bit it hesitantly. “You sure? Are you ready? I don’t -” 

Dew growled out a frustrated noise as he clenched tight around Aether’s slowly-moving fingers. “I swear, I’m ready, I just - a-ah-!” 

All at once, his words cut off into a sharp, almost pained yelp of pleasure unlike anything Aether had ever heard before. His eyes flew open, wide and shocked, and his back arched so hard against the sheets Aether pulled his hand back in fear. 

“Are you okay?!” 

“Eshtak, Uzmodeuuz yon Mamuun…” Dew collapsed back onto the mattress, eyes wide and wild as he stared at Aether. “You don’t even fuckin’ know what you just did, do you?” he demanded incredulously, his narrow chest heaving under the thin sheen of sweat that Aether hadn’t even noticed until now. 

“No, but it sounded like it hurt!” 

With a disbelieving laugh, Dew pushed himself up onto shaky elbows and hooked one hand around the back of Aether’s neck, tugging him closer as he dropped back to the pillows. “Exactly the opposite,” he promised as his legs wrapped around Aether’s hips. Entirely on instinct, Aether closed the distance between them to claim another heated kiss, and Dew groaned appreciatively into it. He indulged him gladly, letting the human lick into his mouth in a clumsy search for his tongue as their hips rutted against each other, a blind quest for pleasure that neither of them had the willpower to fight. 

When at last they had to pull away to breathe, Dew pushed weakly against Aether’s shoulder, urging him onto his back, and although Aether let himself be moved, he stared up at Dew in bemusement. “I thought you said -” 

“Shh.” Dew silenced him with another brief, desperate kiss. “You’ll thank me later.” 

Without another word, Dew threw one leg over Aether again, straddling his lap with a wanton ease that made something buried low in Aether’s gut burn. His hands settled almost naturally on those narrow hips, thumbs brushing absent-minded little half-moons into the skin, and when Dew was settled and looked down at him at last, he felt the world stop spinning for just a moment. 

He looked incredible. Long hair mussed and unruly, haloed around his head in the dim lamplight, with the points of his ears parting the strands at either side. That orange blush high on his cheeks, lips bitten to darkness and parted with his ragged breath, fangs just visible behind them and shining with a temptation that Aether desperately wanted to surrender to. 

Hot, elegant hands settled on his chest, trusting its strength with the promise of Dew’s whole weight, and for just a moment he forgot how to breathe. “You sure?” Dew asked, almost a whisper, and he felt himself nodding before he could even think of doing anything else. “I just don’t want you to rush into something you’ll regret.” 

Aether tightened his grip on Dew’s hips for a moment, silent reassurance for both of them. “I won’t regret this, Dew,” he promised. “You’re not the only one who’s wanted this since the moment we met.” 

Something passed over Dew’s sharp features too quickly for him to catch, gone as soon as it arrived. The ghoul simply nodded, before lifting up on his knees above him. Inexperienced as he was, Aether still understood what was expected of him. He wrapped his hand around his achingly hard cock, gave himself a few quick strokes just for the sake of it, and pressed the head of it gently against that slick, burning-hot place behind Dew’s balls. 

“Give me your hand,” Dew breathed, and without thinking Aether let him wrap their fingers together. 

Dew closed his eyes and muttered something under his breath, too quick and quiet for him to make it out. He opened them and caught Aether’s gaze just at the moment he began to sink down. 

The first press of Dew around him set the stars alight behind his eyes. 

It was so much. Too much. Not nearly enough. The hot, clinging grip of Dew’s body sinking down his cock knocked every breath from his body, forced his eyes closed and his head back into the pillows until he felt his neck strain with the pressure. 

It was incredible. Unbelievable. There was no way it had ever been this good, no way that anything in his limited experience could ever compare to this. He dimly felt his chest vibrating with his low, pained groan of ecstasy, but he couldn’t hear himself over the rush of blood in his ears. A warm weight pressed gently on his chest, and he covered it with his own hand before he could think. 

A voice dimly pierced through the haze of his pleasure. The words were unclear, but every nerve in his body screamed for him to listen to it. It took more effort than he thought he had in his body to drag his mind back to clarity, but when he managed it and forced his eyes open, the sight of Dew almost knocked him right back out again. 

Dew laughed breathlessly as he threaded his fingers through his long hair to push it back from his forehead. “Stay with me, priest,” he purred, so low and seductive Aether felt his sanity erode. “You’ll miss the best part.” 

Aether swallowed shakily. “It… gets better than this?” 

Dew’s chuckle became something almost predatory, even as Aether felt his legs trembling finely against his hips. 

His hand grasped just a little at the softness of Aether’s chest just before he sank down the rest of the way, and Aether sobbed as every inch of him was enveloped in that tight, burning heat. 

"You see?” Dew gasped as he rolled his hips minutely down, a sensuous grind that Aether knew he would never forget as long as he lived. “You see how good it is to let go of all that shame and just fuckin’ feel?" 

Words were so far beyond Aether’s capabilities, it would have humiliated him if he’d been capable of processing the fact. All he could do was moan helplessly and grasp at Dew’s hips like a drowning man to a raft. Fortunately, Dew didn’t push him for a response - he was happy to roll his hips again, slow and languid, and let out a shameless moan as he reached up with his free hand to pinch his nipple again. 

“Fuck, I’ve dreamed about this,” he murmured, almost to himself, as his hips picked up a lazy rhythm that knocked the wind from Aether’s lungs. “So good, so fucking good, Aether, fuck…” He cracked his eyes open with a visible effort and looked down at Aether, and all at once his hips stilled with a suddenness that made Aether wheeze. “I - shit, is this okay?” 

All Aether could force out was a choked Don’t fucking stop, and Dew chuckled guiltily as he picked up the slow rock of his hips again. Aether felt his whole body melt into the mattress a little in relief. “Please don’t fucking stop, this is… oh God, Dew, fuck…”

Dew made a quiet little noise of amusement as he scooped up Aether’s hand and pressed it to his own chest, holding it there until the message finally reached his hazy brain and his fingers began to pinch hesitantly at the nipple between them. “Don’t worry, I’m not stopping until both of us are done,” he promised. Aether shivered at the tone of his voice, like black silk wrapped around a red-hot blade. “Is it good?” 

Aether forced out a wounded groan and cautiously rolled his hips up into Dew. However inexperienced he was, he understood the pleased little hiss and the toss of Dew’s head the movement earned him. “Better than I ever hoped,” he breathed, and Dew smirked proudly. “How is… oh fuck, how is it so much better now?”

With a delighted giggle, Dew braced his hands on Aether’s chest and gave a very purposeful roll of his hips as he leaned down to brush his lips against Aether’s ear. “Because I know what I’m doing.” 

And then his hands slipped apart on Aether’s chest and Dew went tumbling forward with a startled yelp and Aether only just twisted his head to the side in time to avoid their skulls cracking against each other like stones in the tide. 

For a moment, everything was painfully, deathly still. 

And then, in the exact same moment, they both burst into the most embarrassed, gleeful giggles Aether had ever heard from himself or anyone else. 

His arms wrapped instinctively around Dew’s shoulders, cradling the back of his head even as their bodies shook with laughter against each other, and Dew burrowed his face into the pillow at the side of his head, his giggles becoming more and more muffled by the fabric. “Are you… fuck, are you okay?” 

“‘M fine,” Dew groaned between gasps of laughter. He planted his hands firmly in the blankets and pushed himself up, and even through their embarrassment, Aether was struck by just how beautiful his sharp, flushed face was. “You good? I didn’t twist your dick or anything?” 

Aether chuckled and gave an experimental roll of his hips, and Dew’s laughter broke off into a sharp gasp for just a moment. “Dick’s fine, I think.” 

“Mmn, good.” Dew sighed out the last of his giggles as he straightened up and settled back into position, Aether’s hands a little tighter on his hips to steady him as he carefully began to rock them again. Now that the tension was broken, somehow the pleasure was a little easier to bear, Aether found. It didn’t feel like  he was drowning in it anymore - now, he was floating in it, hand in hand with Dew as the tide rose slowly around them. “Fuck, that was humiliating.” 

“Yeah, what were you saying about knowing what you’re doing?” Aether grinned. Dew clicked his tongue derisively. 

“Fuck off.” 

“I’d rather fuck you.” 

Dew’s eyes flashed dangerously with his sudden, feral grin. “Alright.” 

All at once, the steady roll of his hips stopped dead, dragging a pitiful little wheeze from Aether which he ignored entirely. “Wha-” 

“Fuck me, then, if you’re so cocky,” Dew challenged, and slowly, purposefully, he rose up on his knees until he was hovering above Aether with only the head of him still inside. He giggled again at the look of absolute dumbfounded confusion on Aether’s face, and bucked his hips just a little, biting his lip at the way the cock still half-buried inside him dragged along his walls. “Come on, priest…” He rocked on his knees a little, wiggling his hips tauntingly and smirking as Aether wheezed at the sensation. “You’ve got a demon on your cock, now make the most of it and fuck me.” 

Dew had barely finished speaking when Aether’s hips bucked up into him, hard, breaking his words off into a choked moan as the air was knocked out of him with the force of the thrust. Aether stared up at him, almost in shock at himself, but Dew just huffed out a breathless laugh of satisfaction and steadied himself with one hand on Aether’s chest. 

“That’s it,” he purred. “Keep going.” 

He moaned long and low as Aether picked up a slow, cautious rhythm, adjusting his position minutely in between inexpert rolls of hips against hips until, at last, they both gave matching groans of pleasure as he finally found the right angle. Aether felt his teeth dig harshly into his lip to stave off the quickly-building pleasure. “Oh, God…” 

“Yeah, tell Him how it feels to turn your back on Him,” Dew panted through a victorious smirk, and Aether couldn’t help but laugh, a wild, unashamed sound fractured between his shaky moans. 

“God, Dew, you feel so good…” He tried to swallow and failed entirely, only succeeding in making a choked little click in his throat that had Dew grinning until his fangs flashed in the lamplight. “Am I… I mean, is it -”

“It’s good,” Dew moaned, and he looked so blissful with his head thrown back in pleasure, lips bitten dark and parted with his ragged breath, that he couldn’t even begin to doubt him. “So good, fuck, you’re… shit, you’re so deep inside me, I -” 

Dew twitched his hips the most minute amount, and Aether felt his cock shift ever so slightly inside him just before Dew’s body suddenly snapped as taut as a guitar string and he all but screamed out that same sharp, startled sound from before. 

“Dew, are you -” 

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare stop,” Dew hissed. All the languid sensuousness in his bearing was gone, replaced with desperation as he ground their hips together harshly. His moans were different now, somewhere between a growl and a whimper, and Aether couldn’t do anything except stare and let his hips move of their own accord, carrying him along on their quest for his pleasure and Dew’s. “Fuck, Aether, don’t fuckin’ stop, please, fuck me, just like that -” 

Aether bit back his instinct to ask if Dew was okay and forced himself to trust the moans, the frantic speed of his hips, the beads of sweat glittering at his hairline. And God above, the fluttering of that oppressively tight heat around his cock - that was enough to drive him mad. “Do you -” 

“Touch me.” 

Aether didn’t wait for more. He forced one hand to release its grip on Dew’s hip and wrapped it around his cock instead, and Dew keened at the touch like he’d been stabbed. 

“Oh fuck, Father Below, yes…” He tried to buck his hips into Aether’s fist as it began to move over him, his movements clumsy and uncoordinated in his pleasure, and Aether couldn’t do anything except watch him, wide-eyed and enthralled at the beauty before him. Dew let out a shaky, disbelieving laugh and met Aether’s eyes, a moment of crystal clarity in the heart of the storm of his pleasure. “I’m gonna fuckin’ cum.” 

Aether swallowed. “Yeah?” 

“Yeah.” Another laugh, almost hysterical now as Dew ground his hips down, fucking himself on Aether’s cock like the roll of their bodies was keeping him alive. “You’re gonna make me cum, fuck, I’m gonna -” 

Powered by an instinct he couldn’t place if he tried, Aether let go of Dew’s hip and laid his hand flat on that narrow, heaving chest, Dew’s own spindly fingers covering it in an instant as their eyes met and filled Aether’s soul with fire. “Cum for me, Dew.” 

Dew’s eyes went wide, and his whole body stuttered to a halt as his mouth opened in a silent scream. He let out a low, broken whine, his body tensed like his bones had turned to stone, and then his cock was twitching in Aether’s hand, his muscles fluttering wildly around him as spurts of blood-hot wetness streaked over Aether’s stomach. 

Part of him mourned the fact that he hadn’t seen it happen. But he knew that nothing could have compared to the look of sheer, blissful shock on Dew’s face. 

Nothing would ever compare to that. 

His hips began to slow almost at once, and Dew all but snarled at him. 

“I said don’t you fuckin’ dare stop,” he hissed. He blinked up at him, lost and confused as if he was the one who had just cum. 

“But you -” 

Before Aether could say another word, Dew had rolled them over without ever letting Aether’s cock leave his body. He looped his arms around Aether’s neck and his legs around his waist, and rolled his hips up into him even as Aether felt his body start to shiver. “Keep going.” He leaned up to steal a messy, uncoordinated kiss, and Aether simply let himself be carried along by it. “I said I’m not stopping until both of us are done, and I mean it. If I don’t feel you cum inside me, I’m gonna explode.” 

The words spurred Aether’s body on before his mind could catch up, fucking into Dew’s oversensitive body with a single-minded purpose. He groaned sharply against the ghoul’s lips, and as their tongues grazed against each other again and he felt the pair of points in Dew’s mouth wrap around his own, he felt the knot inside his stomach tighten so quickly he nearly choked on it. “Dew, I -” 

Dew groaned out a vaguely affirmative sound into his mouth, jerky and broken by the force of Aether’s thrusts. “Cum, Aeth,” he gasped against his lips. “Show Him who you’ve always been and cum.” 

When he’d cum down Dew’s throat, it felt like he left his body. Now, it felt like he left this world for a few moments. Nothing existed, nothing mattered, nothing in the world had ever mattered except the white-hot burn of Dew wrapped around his cock and the supernova of ecstasy that swallowed him whole and spat him back out again, a whole new man. 

When he floated back into himself, there was a soft pressure at his back, a comfortable warmth pressed into his side that vibrated softly against him, and it took him a long, long time to realize that he was on his back, in his bed, with a purring demon curled up against him. The demon he’d just fucked so hard, he could still feel his soul reverberating with it. 

Dew’s voice floated into his ears, indistinct at first, but soon solidifying into gentle words of praise and affection. He heard good, amazing, proud, and in that moment, nothing had ever mattered more. 

When he could finally turn his head towards Dew, he felt the sharp ridge of a nose pressed against his cheek, and tried to chuckle weakly at the sensation. He felt a puff of breath across his neck as Dew echoed it, soft as a feather. “How do you feel?” 

He groaned and tried to lift the arm that wasn’t wrapped around Dew’s shoulder. He managed a couple of inches before it flopped back to the bed again. 

Dew made a soft noise of understanding. “Anything hurt?” 

This time, he managed to make a mostly coherent noise that he hoped Dew understood as a no. 

“Good.” Dew’s weight shifted against him and a moment later he felt the soft warmth of blankets settle over his body. 

He didn’t remember the last time anyone had pulled a blanket over him. 

He forced his eyes open and tilted his head until he could meet Dew’s gaze. The ghoul looked as worn out as he felt, but there was a steadiness to the fire of his eyes that he somehow knew instinctively was a good sign. 

Dew smiled shyly for a moment. 

He opened his mouth to speak, but a warm pressure settled over his lips before he could get a sound out. “Don’t,” Dew murmured. He nodded obediently behind Dew’s fingertips. “We should get some sleep.” 

A long moment stretched between them, sated and tired, before Aether leaned in and pressed a clumsy kiss to Dew’s lips. 

His eyes were already closing as he pulled away and laid his head in his pillow. 

He heard Dew whisper something, just at the moment he drifted off.

[sentientgolfball]

Orchids and Seashells updated!

Chapter two: Daisies

Summary: Dewdrop makes a bouquet, and an impulsive decision because he's stupid and he's gay. Rain tattoos his new favorite client and finally gets to know him better - as a friend, of course.

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“What is that?”

A pause.

And then, “A bouquet.”

“I can see that, but why does it look like that?” Mountain peered over Dewdrop’s shoulder. He really was like a mountain this way, completely shadowing over the others’ body. Once upon a time it would have sent a chill down Dewdrop’s spine, but the gentle giant posed a threat no longer.

Dewdrop did not turn to look at him, just continued, albeit more stiffly, picking flowers from various bins and buckets to add to the arrangement he had in his other hand, “It’s for SaleDay.”

“It doesn't look like any of the others we had planned.”

“I'm getting creative.”

“Dew.”

Dewdrop sighed and finally turned to his business partner (and best friend), “Fine. You caught me. I'm making an arrangement for the neighbors because I'm stupid and I'm gay. Happy?”

Mountain laughed, his amused laugh that was more of a large exhale out of his nose, and sat down on the bucket next to Dewdrop, beginning to set up another bouquet - one actually matching the spring design they had decided on weeks ago.

“By neighbors, I don't think you mean Mr. Peters next door?” He asked, playfully nudging Dewdrop in the side as he worked.

Dewdrop couldn’t help but smile, “It’s the stupid guy from the stupid tattoo parlor.”

...

[sentientgolfball]

Im happy you liked my thought lol

would honestly love to see something about rain overstimulating the hell out of someone, idrc who but I currently have swussy brain rot so swiss would be cool. But like whoever u want to do

mmm im always down to torturing that ghoul

tentacle dick, anal and vaginal sex, double penetration, toys, overstimulation, biting, nipple play, creampie, possessiveness

Swiss doesn’t know if he’s in heaven, hell, or purgatory. All at once, he thinks, but at the same time he feels like he’s being suffocated and crushed by the earth itself.

“Don’t float away, beam,” Rain’s voice brings him back down. “I need you here with me.”

“Uh-uh,” Swiss replies dumbly and squeezes his eyes as another wave of everything hits him. 

The water ghoul is cruel.

Well, just a bit, because he wouldn’t actually do all that to Swiss if he didn't like it, but…he definitely enjoys it way too much. That thought reverberates through Swiss’ head as Rain closes his lips around one of his nipples again and bites.

The multi ghoul wails and Rain chuckles. His tentacle buried in Swiss’ ass alongside a small vibrating plug scrunches up to stretch him just that little bit more and this, in turn, shifts the buzzing dildo shoved deep into Swiss’ cunt. Apart from that he has a vibrator pressed against his clit and the water ghoul’s mouth on his chest.

He is losing his mind.

“R–Rain, princess, fuck, please.” Swiss doesn’t know what he’s begging for. He needs more, but at the same time he needs all of this to just stop because it’s so hot, but it hurts so bad. Neither of them knows how many times Rain made him cum, but they have been at it for hours. To Swiss it feels like days.

Rain’s cum a few times, too, effectively filling Swiss’s cunt all the way up, but it was nothing compared to what he’s been making the multi ghoul go through. He wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Oh, come on, love,” the water ghoul chuckles and he makes the other look down at him with glassy eyes as he licks a stripe up Swiss’ sternum. It’s cold against his burning skin and he shivers.

Rain’s smile softens and a dumb thought crosses the multi ghoul’s mind—that it’s coming to an end—and he’s so tired and blissed out that he does make the mistake of letting his guard down. He whines, his eyelids droop and his tongue lolls out and Rain can’t help but smirk at how he looks like a thoroughly fucked out cheap whore.

He adores it; he adores Swiss.

Still, Rain is not quite finished. He wants to pull one more orgasm from both of them, and then he’ll kiss every inch of Swiss’ sweaty skin with reverence, appreciation and love. But not yet.

He pulls his hips barely an inch back before slamming his cock back in and pressing the toy against Swiss’ dick and the one in his cunt down and deeper inside with his own lower stomach. Rain grunts at the sweet pained noise the multi ghoul lets out and grinds in as far as he’ll go. Swiss feels him in his throat anyway—no one beside Rain can reach those places inside him.

Still, Swiss needs one more thing to fall down that cliff for the -th time. Rain knows it all too well, and so he latches his mouth on the multi ghoul’s neck and bites down hard, piercing layers of skin one by one and holding. It’s as possessive as it gets and Swiss’ high and wrecked moan vibrates through Rain’s mouth as they both cum again.

The water ghoul doesn’t open his mouth and doesn’t pull back for a while—just reaches to turn the toys buried in the other off—but the nature of the bite shifts. Both the hold of his teeth and his arms on Swiss soften and it turns into an affectionate and reassuring embrace.

When Rain’s jaw starts to ache and he does let go—only to start gently lick at the bite—Swiss is fast asleep under him

[sentientgolfball]

I present to you my Earth ghoul design + some headcanons I’m telling you I think about him SO much he’s become my special little guy

So first off the name I’ve been using for him is Biggs because he’s Big Earth. To go with that I based his design off a slab of biggs jasper

Here is his actual design :3

-The reason he doesn’t look like other earth ghouls is because he was not summoned but rather formed. There is this super rare phenomenon that can happen where ghouls are born from a combination of infernal magick and an element smacking together. It’s such a rare phenomenon that it had been lost to Ministry history until Biggs came around and Cardinal Primo was tasked with figuring out why the earth spat out a ghoul kit.

-Biggs is the only ghoul at the Ministry who was created via natural element. Of course there are other earth born kits, take Delta’s daughters for example, but they were all born of actual ghoulish parents. Because of this Biggs doesn’t always feel like he belongs in the ghoul den, sometimes he feels more like a human than a ghoul. Of course nobody treats him any differently, it’s just that when the others talk about their time in the Pits or the day they were lucky enough to sneak a glance at one of the Lords he feels no connection. It makes him sad he doesn’t have that connection with his ghoulish heritage like the others.

-Biggs is mute and communicates via sign language. On occasion he’ll make a little ghoul noise (purr, chirp, trill, growl, etc.). He can also read and write in Italian and English. He’s in the process of learning traditional Infernal from Alpha to feel more connected to his roots.

- He is a woodcutter! He makes sure the stockpile of firewood is always full and makes deliveries to whoever needs it. The kitchen is his favorite place because they always give him a sweet little treat as a thank you.

- He does eat rocks. Nobody really knows if that’s actually like…good for him or not but they assume since he’s literally made of Ministry earth that it’s fine. Maybe it helps keep him healthy?

[sentientgolfball]

To her fangy smile, Mist can't say no.

Sunshine takes her hand, so she follows, runs behind her, let herself be pulled in a somewhat secluded nook. Let the hybrid ghoulette press scalding hot kisses on her neck - even tips her head back to grant her better access.

Burning hands are roaming over Mist's body, slipping under her shirt, brushing against scars and tattoos alike, eliciting a pleased sigh from the water ghoulette. Sunshine's fire, as always when she's aroused, burns bright under her skin, warm light pulsing in her chest in time with her heartbeat, bathing their hidding place in orange light.

Mist's awareness narrows down to Sunshine, Sunshine, Sunshine, as their bodies press themselves together. Her own cold fingers find the shaved side of Sunny's hair, trace a heart there before burrying themselves in the longer part, holding fast.

Sunny giggles in her ear, mouthes at its pointy end, and Mist's heart twists painfully in her chest.

She wonders if Sunshine has any idea of the power she holds over her. If the hybrid ghoulette is aware that Mist would bend to her every whims, follow her to the end of the world, watch her burn it to the ground if she so desired it ; let herself be consumed in it too, if it would please Sunshine.

Mist wonders if Sunny knows how willing she is to be reduced to ashes, were it the price to pay for the hot-headed ghoulette's smoldering embrace.

Then Sunshine unbuckles her belt, and Mist stops thinking altogether.

There is candle wax melting in my veins So I keep myself standing in your flames Burn, burn me alive

( Song is Burn Me Alive by The Last Dinner Party

also my headcanon for Sunshine is that she's a Fire/Air hybrid )

[sentientgolfball]

I present to you my Earth ghoul design + some headcanons I’m telling you I think about him SO much he’s become my special little guy

So first off the name I’ve been using for him is Biggs because he’s Big Earth. To go with that I based his design off a slab of biggs jasper

Here is his actual design :3

-The reason he doesn’t look like other earth ghouls is because he was not summoned but rather formed. There is this super rare phenomenon that can happen where ghouls are born from a combination of infernal magick and an element smacking together. It’s such a rare phenomenon that it had been lost to Ministry history until Biggs came around and Cardinal Primo was tasked with figuring out why the earth spat out a ghoul kit.

-Biggs is the only ghoul at the Ministry who was created via natural element. Of course there are other earth born kits, take Delta’s daughters for example, but they were all born of actual ghoulish parents. Because of this Biggs doesn’t always feel like he belongs in the ghoul den, sometimes he feels more like a human than a ghoul. Of course nobody treats him any differently, it’s just that when the others talk about their time in the Pits or the day they were lucky enough to sneak a glance at one of the Lords he feels no connection. It makes him sad he doesn’t have that connection with his ghoulish heritage like the others.

-Biggs is mute and communicates via sign language. On occasion he’ll make a little ghoul noise (purr, chirp, trill, growl, etc.). He can also read and write in Italian and English. He’s in the process of learning traditional Infernal from Alpha to feel more connected to his roots.

- He is a woodcutter! He makes sure the stockpile of firewood is always full and makes deliveries to whoever needs it. The kitchen is his favorite place because they always give him a sweet little treat as a thank you.

- He does eat rocks. Nobody really knows if that’s actually like…good for him or not but they assume since he’s literally made of Ministry earth that it’s fine. Maybe it helps keep him healthy?

[sentientgolfball]

The person I reblogged this from deserves to be happy

I tried to scroll past this. I really did

[sentientgolfball]

Imagine a hot summer day at the Ministry.

It's the middle of the afternoon, the sun is high in the sky, the air suffocatingly warm, barely any breeze to make it slightly more bearable.

Even withing the thick stone walls of the Ministry, every movement feels like evolving through syrup.

The buildings are eerily silent, but if someone were to follow the distant sound of laughter, they would be led to the lake.

There, stretched on the sun-warmed dock, waddling in the blissfully cold water, laying on cotton blankets spread under the trees' shade, most ghouls and Siblings found a reprieve from the unforgiving weather.

Fresh fruits are piled on silver plates, cold drinks kept in ice buckets, towels at the ready for the swimmers.

Everything feels lazy and indulgent, everyone jokingly bickers to be able to cuddle air ghouls and their wonderfully cool body temperature, or latch onto water ghouls the second they walk out of the lake - which doesn't happen often.

It's nice, living your day like you're in a indie movie.