#dewdrop ghoul 001 * / era v

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"I don't have a single friend - none," from Dew to anyone

"that's bullshit & you know it." blond veil breaks up the sun that peers in through the windows, as he sits on the ground. one knee drawn up, smoking his cigarette. the ghoul is hunched over, head down. he doesn't love looking at his counterpart. his own gills naught more than closed scars on the side of his neck, poking out from the collar of his leather jacket.cauterized. funny... he wouldn't have been so forthcoming, if he wasn't talking to himself. probably would have claimed the same thing, but with dewdrop, it was anything to prove a point. anything to grab the upper-hand, & relinquish any opportunity to be hurt. "& here i thought we were the ones always going on about, 'our pack' --" dew finally looks up at his matching visage, as he leans back against the surface. his other leg down, but still folded. knee pointed at the far wall, with his wrist hanging over the other. "don't forget." he pushes a thin stream of smoke through his nostrils. head tilting, whilst he moves his hair over a horn. "you're preaching to the choir, sodo."

quotes that broke me starters / / @lickingtheflames

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@bornagainfromwaves / / asked for a one liner

" -- hey." dew subtly slides his gaze, while he approaches quin cooly. hands stuffed in his jacket pockets & raising a questioning brow. "i got some contraband. you interested?"

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‵  you  are  such  a  soft  and  messy  thing.  nobody  knows  how  to  take  care  of  you.  ′ Copia and Dew 👀

it feels like heartburn. nostrils stinging, with impending tears he's well aware won't come. unneeded, not necessary -- just a slight kickback of his natural reaction. though the way the small ghoul regards his master is just slightly adverse. his brows narrowing, thin lips parted softly as he regards the other with clear skepticism. a trap for his vulnerability.

everything in him wants to twist & spit, & bite within the other's grasp. feels gripped tight, despite the press of copia being non-threatening. to hiss, & deny - with a whip of ashy grey tail, & golden tresses. but it's too late for that, now. unsure if copia's ever seen him like this, before. the full extent of his hellish appearance on full display. warm reds somewhat deepening the slightly pathetic look in his eyes. his small legs tapering out to large hind paws, with his burnt gills & various scars from previous finning on his arms & legs. light pink -- in different stages of healing, even still. he growls, a primal sound as his lips close in resignation. his large hands resting on copia's chest, before they slide up around his neck. his chin turning away, to avoid those eyes. can be so unnerving.. long fingers curling into fists, as they cross behind the papa's head. burying his face into the man's neck with paws flexing, when he pushes up on his toes. huffing, & nuzzling him softly. head tilted to accommodate his nose. "so i've been told..." he grumbles. half a lie. "--& let me guess. you do, right?" it's mocking, but deep down there's a glimmer of hope.

❥     𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒   𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌   𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓   . / / @dilffactory

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"You're just going to give up?" Dew²

the answer is no, but dew isn't going to admit that. get him too angry, & he'll throw in the towel on whatever. driven by discomfort of anxiety, & the warmth of embarrassment. at least in the moment. though he always will pick things back up, when he calms down. like a child, when things don't go their way... he looks down at dew, with a cigarette between his fingers. one leg dangling, while the other is perched. shrugging at the other, idly.

"why not? -- there's nothing i can do about it." [...] "at least not internally." dewdrop grumbles. deflating slightly, & looking down at a torn thread in his jeans with a furrow of blond brows. anything he's tried, to help him control his dormant water genes -- have failed miserably. evaporating, before his very eyes.

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[samusings, aether for dew] [ deny ] — my muse edges/denies your muse their orgasm

jaws clench, baring his teeth. a ripple of his gums, as thighs squirm & clench. hind paws dig into the plushness below. scapulae similarly pressing into the pillow, as elbows come down & underneath them. an expression of building ecstasy ripped away, which brings him out of the moment completely. tousled honey drips fallen along his horns, & forehead. brows pinched, whilst hands dig into two handfuls of aether's nesting blankets. claws puncturing them, to keep himself from feverishly gripping at his cock to finish off.

sweat had been beading, & rolling against defined (yet skinny) biceps. along his skinny chest, & to the spot where it bunches near his pubic bone. thighs having been straining, on either side of the quintessence ghoul's head. hips pushing, head thrown back & hair tossed. tiny pinpricks of pleasure building, & cresting. he's so close. claws extending, feet flexing.. dampening with a growl, in his chase. frustrated by it's fleeting nature. -- & just when he's at the precipice -- senses screaming, as well as each nerve in his body -- aether stops. fears it's too late, as he can feel his cock pulse. elevating himself, with a worried expression. his legs tossing about in a squirm. making a rather annoyed keening sound, at the discomfort of the denial. the way it squeezes at his cock, & almost burns. worry quickly having turned to irritation. "--fuck!" he shouts, hurling his head back whilst he reaches down to shove at aether's large horns. his neck tilting back upward. though he knows the drill, by now. & it makes him grit his teeth the same way it makes him whimper. frustratedly, somehow. head tilting, whilst pushing his claws into aether's mane. pulling, with a pleading look on his screwed up face."let me cum, aeth. -- please." [...] "fucking asshole."

kinky/rough smut prompts / / @samusings