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Terzo gifted it to him, he hates it with a burning passion

Didn't want to go too crazy with details or composition after not drawing for months, so please accept my humble offering as an apology for dying temporarily 🙏

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Okay, but the deep ass 'Yes' in Griftwood, breathe if you agree

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kitten i'll be honest daddy isn't sure he's cut out for full time employment

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Transparent pins taken from the Arquives' button collection!

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The only candy Aurora will eat: dark chocolate covered raisins. Dew makes fun of her cause raisins?! Who the hell likes raisins??

Okay now that we're done with that fuckin clown-

What do we think is each ghouls favorite candy??

Phantom likes starburst but they get super stuck in his fangs :/

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Dewther you say? Dew trying so hard to hump his little t-dick into Aether’s ass, whining and biting at his shoulder and the back of his neck. Send tweet

Now THIS is a good warm up, hes so eager. See the full at patreon here, or pillowfort here

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Veins. THE VEINS. Aaaaah

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crow just tell me, tell me that mountain is not the somno enthusiast ever. that's right you can't!!! cause he is and I'll absolutely die on this hill

his big dick may be desperately rattling the bars of it's enclosure and losing when mount's awake but when big boy's asleep it takes over!!! he's soooo reactive but also a dead sleeper and oh how he loves waking up with sticky pants, just that delicious little sprinkle of humiliation in it all

I dunno imo he just is the somno boy, don't ya think?

mountain absolutely has a humiliation kink. plus, king of cumming in his pants, cumming untouched, and wet dreams? makes him the perfect target for some somno fun. not sure if anyone remembers "stuff that grows from mountains head", but that little ficlet of dew whispering sweet nothings just to watch the snapdragons grow, hinted that he likes to get a little filthy sometimes too . . .

dew influencing mountain's wet dream w/a side of somno handjobs under the cut, feat. mentions of how hot cumulus is

happy birthday, tee hee ♡

Dew loves watching him like this. Expressive and unabashed in his sleep, unaware of anything except the fantasies playing out in his mind. His dick taking over his self control and bending him to the will of pleasure. 

Plus he’s cute and fun to mess with. Can’t blame a ghoul for wanting to play a little. 

“What’s goin’ on in there big guy? Hm?” Dew cards his hand through Mountain’s hair. He’s fallen asleep with his head in Dew’s lap, pleasantly warm and lulled by the soft rock record Dew had put on. Middle of their conversation too, the goof, but the fire ghoul won’t hold him to it.

Mountain’s only response is a small, high-pitched noise, paired with a twitch of his fingers. His cock twitches too, already tenting in his linen pants. Dew wants nothing more than to yank them down and expose that beautiful length, watch it sway and bob as he gets harder and harder. 

Later, though; he wants to have a little fun first.

“Let me guess . . . Rain?” The fire ghoul waits for a response, but isn’t granted anything that signals his guess was correct.

“No? Hm. Swiss?” Still nothing. It’s a quick round of Guess Who? before he reaches his answer: “Lus?”

Mountain’s mouth drops open in a soft sigh, cock twitching again. There’s a little wet spot on the front of his pants now, and his ears twitch as Dew laughs knowingly. 

“She’s got you wrapped around her curls, doesn’t she, Mount?” Dew sighs with a smile, petting at the freshly-sprouting justicia blooms around the base of one horn. Pretty fuchsia petals the same color as her favorite lipstick.

“Lucifer, she’s so gorgeous, huh? Wonder what you’re dreaming about . . . maybe she’s got you worshiping her tits, suckin’ on ‘em just how she likes . . .”

The earth ghoul lets out a throaty moan, top lip twitching to show a flash of teeth and tongue. Dew hums and traces along his mouth with his thumb. Back and forth, back and forth; sliding the pad of it along the tip of his tongue with each pass. Mountain’s mouth twitches again, and Dew is eager to slip his thumb inside. Watching as his lips close around the digit automatically, as they have so many times before, and he starts to suck. It’s ever so gentle, and a little bit sloppy, but it still makes Dew go all fuzzy inside. 

“Yeah, bet it’s just like that,” he continues. “Sucking on her nipples until she gets all wet. Bet she calls you a good boy while you do it.”

Mountain huffs a moan around his finger. His leg kicks out, momentum rolling him fully onto his back, limbs sprawling out every which way as the true amount of his arousal is exposed to Dew: his cock is absolutely pressed to the seam of his pants, leaking into the fabric enough to rival a water ghoul. 

“Fuck you’re as wet as she’d be, aren’t you,” the fire ghoul breathes. Mountain’s head lolls to the side, and his thumb slips out of his mouth, a line of drool following his fingernail. “Drooling all over her while she gets on your lap. Probably wouldn’t even have to take you to get you to bust, she could just rub her cunt all over you and you’d be creaming yourself, wouldn’t you?”

“Huh–uhh,” Mountain groans, all raspy on his exhale. Dew can see his eyes roll behind his eyelids, no doubt picturing the scene to a T. He makes a noise of agreement and smooths his hands down Mountain’s chest, gripping in a way Cumulus might, making sure to press the tips of his claws right in above his nipples. Imitating a pretty manicure pressed into his pecs. 

“So pretty when she grabs you. Pushing her tits together with her elbows and her hair floats around her like a goddess. Callin’ you honey and love and baby.”

The earth ghoul bucks up into nothing, hands slowly fisting into the sheets beneath him. Whimpering when Dew digs his hands in just a little more.

“Bet your balls get so big when she bounces on that cock.” Dew’s own voice is getting a little husky now, dick chubbing up in interest under Mountain’s head. “Fuck, and she feels so good. So warm and wet and you just wanna grab her hips and never let go . . .”

“Wan’ . . . oh,” Mountain mutters, voice pitching up at the end into something breathy and feminine and Satanas does Dew want to hear him make it again. 

“Oh yeah? You make pretty noises like that for her?” He slowly slides out from underneath Mountain’s head, laying it down gently onto the mattress before shuffling closer to his lower half. Dew glances up the length of him, taking in the rucked-up shirt, the hands kneading at the blankets, chest rising and falling a little faster now. Breath coming out in short puffs from his slack mouth, every other one accented with a sweet, quiet noise—almost like a dog yipping in its dreams. His hips follow his dick as it twitches upwards, thrusting into some imaginary curvy body. 

“There you go, make sure you fuck her real good,” the fire ghoul teases, already pressing at that wet spot on the front of his pants. Groaning when he feels how hot he’s gotten there. 

He’s fitting to burst at any moment, really. And Dew would very much like to see that. 

“Wonder if she’s seen you like this,” he continues, tugging on the waistband. “All hot and bothered and you don’t even know it. Does she know how cute you get when you wake up all sticky?”

Dew gets his pants down just far enough to free his length, cursing when it throbs just from the exposure. “Fuck, those pretty nails wrapped around this big dick . . . fucking hells, Mount.”

Whatever hands-off objective he had before disintegrates when Mountain full-body groans and his cock spurts out another bead of pre—Dew can’t resist that, he just can’t. He wraps his hand around him and strokes him root to tip, biting back his own noise when Mountain visibly shudders. 

“Ffuhh . . . mm li’ . . . tha’, gon’ . . . “ He’s babbling syllables again, getting louder the longer Dew jerks him off. 

“Yeah? Gonna cum for her?” he goads, watching his face contort in flashes of pleasure. Feeling his cock get even fuller in his hand. “Shit, fill her up so good it’ll all drip out of her when she sits on your face and you get to suck on her perfect little—”

With a low groan, he’s squirting onto his belly in bursts of white, toes curling and his eyes rolling all the way back into his skull. 

“Oh, baby,” Dew groans, his own cock throbbing between his legs. He just keeps going, wringing out shot after shot until it’s dribbling down his knuckles, the earth ghoul unconsciously mewling as he starts to reach overstimulation. More drool running out of the corner of his mouth as his head is tossed to the side.

“Fuck, Mount,” Dew mutters. He lets his cock flop back down against his stomach, licking the cum from his fingers as he watches the bigger ghoul sigh shakily and melt back into the sheets. Boneless and limp like nothing ever happened.

But Dew’s certainly not done with him yet. 

“Wakey-wakey,” he lilts, pulling Mountain’s pants further down his legs so he can situate himself between them. Smoothing his hands up his thighs to grab at his hips while simultaneously licking a hot stripe from balls to tip, sending a quick zing of heat through his palms to rouse him from slumber. 

Mountain half snuffles, half snorts himself awake, blinking up at the ceiling like he can’t quite remember how he got there. “Wha . . .” He cranes his neck up to glance down at Dew, happily licking up the cum from the hair around the base of his cock with a gaze full of mischief. The earth ghoul nearly chokes as his brain catches up to his body, eyes going wide as he presses up onto his elbows. “Satanas, Dew, unholy fuck.”

“What’d you dream about, big boy?” he teases, suckling briefly on the head of his softening cock. 

“H-oh shit—”

“Yeah?” He kisses back down the shaft, grinning at the heat rising to Mountain’s face with every whimper. “Wanna have some more fun?"

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The Taste of Sin

1k of Secondo/Dewdrop confessional blow jobs. Including public sex, blow jobs, deep throating, Dew and his water ghoul antics. Secondo being Secondo. Improper use of confessionals, but also proper use of them at the same time. It's not explicitly stated but lets just pretend that everyone (ie: the siblings on the other side of the booth) knows what's going on and is cool with it.

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Confessions are a boring task. One of Secondo’s least favorite if he had to pick. He’ll do them–it’s a duty of the church after all. Something that’s expected of him. Even though hours of listening to Siblings divulge petty secrets is nearly enough to put him to sleep. 

He is their Papa. And, it is good for them. To sit across from him and listen to him hum affirmatives. To be given instruction. To feel as though they have been absolved of their negligence. 

Confessions seems–pointless. Their dark lord is all accepting. No sin to small. It’s so easy to be cast out of heaven–even easier to be welcomed into Hell. They come to him worrying that they are too pure–too good. That they haven’t given enough. That Lucifer will turn his back on them. He’s tempted to do away with the whole thing. To tell them that Satan loves them no matter what. That they are not confined by deeds the way they were in past religions. That they are free here. 

But if he did that–then he wouldn’t get to do this. 

There’s someone in the booth across from him now. A brother. Simpering on about the good deeds, the bad deeds. The way he was raised. Secondo isn’t listening. Maybe the brother knows that–it isn’t really about being heard it’s about being able to unload. 

Secondo threads his fingers in corn silk hair and looks down. His robes are parted, thighs exposed. Dewdrop is knelt between them. Small enough to fit in the space between the bench and the divider in the confessional. Dew rests a cool cheek against Secondo’s thigh and looks up. Eyes glassy, lips red and swollen. Shiny with drool. 

There’s a cool little hand wrapped around the base of Secondo’s cock. Secondo pets Dew, runs his hand over his hair, between those sea glass horns. Down the side of his face to cup an angular jaw. Dew blinks up at him, cerulean eyes open, and wide, pupils swallowing most of that vibrant, impossible, color. 

The brother falls silent on the other side of the booth. Through the lattice Secondo can see him, looking at his lap, waiting for something–a dismissal, encouragement. 

“Keep going,” Secondo says, mostly to Dew, but also to the brother across from him. He’s certain that most of the siblings who take confession with him know what he gets up to on the other side of the booth. He does nothing to try to conceal it. Why should he? He’s a satanic pope. Sin, debauchery, hedonism, those are currency with which he reigns. 

Dew smiles up at him, a crooked little smirk that exposes a chipped fang. And then he rights his head and bends forward. Licking a warm stripe up the underside of Secondo’s cock. 

The brother starts to talk again. Haltingly. Like Secondo had caught him trying to sneak away with secrets. Really, all he wanted was to get his dick sucked. But he listens, halfway at least. More preoccupied with the feel of Dew’s mouth. The way that clever tongue dips into the split as Dew rolls his foreskin back with his hand. The way he licks over the most sensitive places. Places that make Secondo twitch and bite his cheek to keep from hissing. 

Dew keeps his eyes on him as he starts to suckle on the head. Cheeks hollow, drool sliding down Secondo’s aching shaft. 

“I’ve failed,” the brother is saying across the booth. 

Secondo clears his throat. He grips Dew’s hair tightly, pulls him down. Driving his cock deeper into the silken warmth of his mouth. 

“No, you haven’t.”

“I have, Father I am–”

“This isn’t church,” Secondo hisses out, voice rough as Dew pulls back to kiss the tip, making out lazily with it. Eyes still glued to Secondo’s face.  “I’m not your father. I’m Papa. And you haven’t failed because you cannot fail.” 

“Papa–I–”

“Go,” Secondo orders. “Go with the knowledge that you cannot do anything to make Lucifer turn his back on you.” 

The brother stumbles out of the booth and Secondo sags against the bench.Dew dips down to lick at the seam of his balls, taking one in his mouth and rolling it over his tongue. Secondo lets his eyes fall closed. He strokes his hand through Dew’s hair, reverent, gentle. 

“Just a few more, My Ghoul,” he mumbles. Allowing himself this moment of pure pleasure.  Dew hums out an affirmative, too engrossed in his task to pull away and actually answer. 

His toes flex in his boots, muscles in his thighs jumping as Dew pulls off his balls with a pop and encases his cock in the silken warmth of his throat. That proud nose pressed tight to the curls at the base.  The gills on Dew’s neck doing all of his breathing for him. Secondo watches for a moment. The way those strange organs pulse and flutter. He strokes his finger along the edge of one and the noise it drags from Dew makes his cock twitch. Head knocking against the back of Dew’s throat. 

Secondo thanks every prince in hell for giving him a water ghoul with an oral fixation. 

“You want to stay like that while I take the next one.” 

Dew’s eyes dart up to him. He nods. He can almost hear Dew’s retort. Brattiness dripping from his words as he tells Secondo he wouldn’t have done it if he didn’t want to. Secondo choose to ignore the slant of Dew’s eyebrows that say he’s challenging him–that if he could speak he’d be giving Secondo shit for being so hard already. For dripping so much down the back of Dew’s throat. 

Instead, Secondo pats Dew’s cheek sharply. “Good ghoul,” he whispers, and Dew preens. Swallows just so Secondo can feel it. He tips his head back against the wood of the booth. Gathers himself, allows himself one more moment to really feel this, to be seated fully in the stunning wetness of Dew’s throat. 

He opens his eyes, straightens back up. Dew’s drool drips onto his thighs. 

“Next!” 

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do you think mocking catholicism is funny

yes. next question

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When first being introduced to all the ghouls after being summoned, the first words out of Phantoms mouth after meeting Mountain was,

“Yeah, I’d mount that.”

The rooms became so deadly silent except from Dew laughing so hard he almost pees. Poor Mountain has never blushed so much in his life.

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Throwing a suction dildo so hard it exits the sublunary world and sticks perfectly on the vault of the heavens

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So like. We can all just agree Aether is such a freak when it comes to rimming right. He's so fucking weird about it.

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Rain and Dew laying with their bodies pressed together so Aether can slide his fat dick between their pussies because daddy told them he wanted to see how those pretty little cunts kiss around his cock

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Sits down cross legged on the floor

Consider; raindrop fucking, lazy and kinda casual about it while just musing about how badly they both wanna get their hands on the new bug. Phantoms so cute and sweet - Rain knows he'd be such a good boy, wants to prove it but Dew is convinced he's absolutely got a bit of a brat inside of him.

Dew wonders if he's weird like Aether and likes to play with his magic, Omega certainly did...Is it just a quint ghoul thing to be a freak??

Rain asks if his dick would be bigger than Dew's (Dew tries to pretend he's offended as if he doesn't share the same sentiment)

Just slightly provoking each other, a little bit of possessiveness hidden in there somewhere, while they talk absolutely nasty about Phantom...idk!

Is this smthn-

-Void

I’m honored I’ve finally been given raindrop writing privileges I hope I did them justice I know how important those freaks are to you

1.6k of exactly what it says on the tin folks. Warnings for degro, size shaming, mentions of physical punishments like bruises and blood, they’re a bunch of possessive freaks.

Ok have fun

Dew reeks of sweat and smoke.

His forehead is shiny, golden hair sticking to it as he tips his head back to allow Rain to suck on the sensitive skin of his neck. They exchange heat in this position, Rain sat in his lap nestled comfortably on his cock while Dew massages his hips. He gets hotter the longer they sit, no real urgency to either of their movements, Dew would gladly burn if it meant being able to continue touching Rain like he’s a deity who has given him the grace of his skin against his own.

“Haven’t you noticed how he looks at us firefly?”

The words barely register in Dew’s brain as Rain lifts up off of his throat to speak coherently. Rain grinds his hips back lightly, causing Dew to suck in a deep breath. His grip tightens as he finally looks back up at Rain with a confused look.

“Who?”

“Phantom. Have you been listening to me or do I need to get up?” Rain sighs while Dew digs his nails into his hips, mumbling out a couple breathy protests.

“I’m listening I promise I- we’ve just been here for hours Rain cloud”

It had been more like an hour. The passage of time slowing as Rain moves at his own leisure. A casual pace to the roll of his hips even as Dew attempts to move them faster. Rain had already soaked the sheets below them anyways, can’t help himself, but Dew’s eyes cross every time Rain sits back to add another comment about whatever he had decided was the topic of conversation.

“Could get up if you’re not feeling it, thought you enjoyed it when I sit sweetly in your lap. Thought you wanted something pretty to look at”

“I do baby-“

“Then stop complaining”

Dew lets out another breath he didn’t know he was holding. He readjusts them in an attempt to relieve something about their position. At least enough that he can focus on what Rain is saying to him.

“Anyways, Phantom just looks so sweet doesn’t he? Probably would drop to his knees in the common room if we asked him” Rain repeats, a soft hand caressing Dew’s chin to force his gaze. He studies Dew’s eyes for any hint that he’s not fully with him, enamored with the way his pupils dilate. Finally Dew rolls his eyes and bats Rain’s hand away, grumbling about how he’s still there.

“You really think that freak is obedient?”

“More obedient than you are” Rain chides “besides, if he listens when you send him on stupid errands to annoy Swiss, I wonder what else we could make him do.”

Phantoms eyes spark when he sees Dew and Rain. A mischievous glint that has Rain wanting to drag him between them and use him as they please. A finger beckoning him over, pointing at the floor, hell Dew barely had to motion to the stage before Phantom had eagerly dropped to his knees while on tour. Something Dew has not forgotten, or let Rain forget.

“I’ve heard the opposite. Swiss gets chatty when he’s high” Dew snickers. There’s a hint of jealousy to his voice as Rain praises the new summon while seated on his cock. A petulant tone that only makes Rain bite his lip in curiosity.

“Is that so?”

“Said he’s a fucking brat, that he’s got an awful mouth on him” Dew groans as Rain bounces lightly just to hear that tone of his go breathy again.

“Well considering how often I let you get away with it, I’m not concerned”

Rain adjusts again with a wicked look. He loves watching the cocky attitude in Dew melt away as he clenches down on his cock. Dew is adorable when he’s jealous, Rain could work him up for hours if he didn’t think Dew may burn down the abbey about it.

“He’s greedier than you are princess, Swiss could spank the stupid toy raw and he would beg for more”

“Guess I enjoy the challenge. Swiss encourages the bratting though and you of all ghouls should know that”

More than once had Swiss worked Dew up enough to get smoke coming out of his ears. Laughing in his face before sending him back to Rain covered in bruises after taunting the one ghoul who usually couldn’t control himself. Always quiet and docile, but they all knew the work it took to get him there. Swiss dishes his punishments hard, that fucking sadist, purely encouraging a bad habit so he can have his own fun.

"Sometimes Swiss has to subdue him with quintessence just to get him to shut his mouth. Poor thing will apparently just talk and babble until he's fucked stupid"

Oh that idea intrigues Rain more than it should. The idea of Phantom being so loud and disobedient that even Swiss can't handle him sometimes? He licks his lips, quickening his pace bouncing up and down on Dew just thinking about it. His thoughts are awful really, the terrible sadistic part of him wondering if he could get Phantom to submit without having to use magic.

He knows how hard Swiss can go, he's left plenty of cuts and bruises on Rain to make that point clear. But Rain wonders if Phantom will allow him to go harder.

“I think we could take him firefly. Could just tie him up until he wants to be good if the bug gets out of hand.” Rain muses. Dew pants and curses beneath him, trying to grab at Rain to slow him down.

“Fuck baby-“ Dew moans. There’s an internal debate of whether or not to force him to still his hips, loving the way he looks bouncing up and down. His dark hair framing his face as he tilts his head back blissed out on Dew’s cock, small tits bouncing slightly, he looks ethereal like this and if Dew wasn’t about to completely ruin the moment he would've been more than grateful to continue to watch.

There’s a small pause that lingers in the air as Rain finally stills. He leans forward into Dew’s chest against, panting right by his ear.

“Hope he’s a bit nasty for us, hope he makes me fucking claw at his skin until he sobs. Get him real marked up and docile, see a bruised bloody thing at our feet hanging onto our every word” Rain huffs, breathy and a cocky lit to his voice that has Dew whimpering at the idea. One of Rain’s claws drags down the side of Dew’s abdomen for emphasis as he just nods and gasps at the sting.

“Do you think he’s got that awful quint trait of being a fucking freak with his magic? Do you think he uses it to get what he wants?” Dew screws his eyes shut as Rain clenches down on him again. Omega certainly has an awful streak of using his magic to his advantage, they’re sure that’s how aether got to be so bad. Just a taste of power and Dew’s convinced the kid will be hooked. Will play dirty just to get a cock in him.

“I think we can make a sweet boy out of Phantom. Won’t need any magic to get what he wants if he listens”

“And how do you expect to do that?”

Rain smiles almost maliciously at Dew, his sharp teeth almost reflecting the low light in the room. A sweet hand comes to caress the side of his face, a stark contrast to the filth Dew knows Rain is thinking.

“Oh I was hoping you’d be a bit generous droplet, I was thinking I could offer him the opportunity to fuck my cunt if he’s a good boy. Maybe if you’re good too you can watch”

Dew practically growls, “Id just have to fuck you afterwards. He can’t fuck you like I can, would love to see him try though”

“Oh is that so? You don’t think he’s bigger than you are?” Rain reaches below him to grab at Dew’s cock, showing how easily it slips out when he’s not actively grinding down on it

Shame burns in Dew’s gut, his face going bright red seeing how Rain’s fist almost covers him completely. A spurt of pre dribbles down his fist only adding to the embarrassment, not only feeling of seeing Rain actively coo over how small he is, both of them knowing how aroused it makes Dew.

“Shut up” he grits.

“Seen and heard a couple things that tell me otherwise. I think he could fill me up nicely” Rain sits back on Dew’s cock again, tsking in mock disappointment. He reaches down to rub between his folds, biting his lip as he circles lightly on his clit. Dew can see how wet he is, more slick leaking out of him as he touches himself.

“That’s even if I let him near you. Don’t even want him to look at your pretty cunt, should be all mine”

Rain spreads himself at the words, two fingers showing off his pink little clit, completely engorged. Strings of his own arousal connect his fingers as he shows himself off. Dew wants to drool, to beg to get his mouth on him. Needing the salty, heady taste of Rain on his tongue.

“Don’t get jealous on me now. Besides, you’re not in charge Dewdrop” Rain sneers.

Dew whines, Rain’s hand coming to wrap lightly around his throat. A final grasp at power that Rain knows will leave him helpless and quiet for him.

“If you’re so jealous I could just have you both fuck me. Get both of your little cocks in me and see if It even stretches me out. Sure mountain or aether is bigger than you two combined, would be a really sweet sight to watch you two try though.”

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Learning To Swim

Rating: M (Mature)

Pairing: Mountain/Rain

Words: 3,861

Tags: transmasc!rain, gill play, first times, tentacles, gill fingering, masturbation, squirting. mountain getting stupid horny while rain teaches him how to finger his gills.

Summary: Though the earth ghoul is no stranger to Rain’s sexual wiles, never has he let him touch like this: slipping his fingers into places they’ve yet to explore. Mountain’s been afraid to, truthfully. Afraid to harm or push too far, despite his reputation as a (mostly) gentle giant. 

He’d rather Rain show him; he revels in the teaching moments—wants his lovers to tell him what he likes, show him how good something makes them feel. He wants the opportunity to take it slow, to map out their most sensitive parts until he knows them like the back of his hand. 

Rain is ever so kind to indulge him.

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“Soft,” Mountain murmurs. His fingertips trace as light as a feather along the edge of Rain’s gills, tender like a cautious new lover. Though the earth ghoul is no stranger to Rain’s sexual wiles, never has he let him touch like this: slipping his fingers into places they’ve yet to explore. Mountain’s been afraid to, truthfully. Afraid to harm or push too far, despite his reputation as a (mostly) gentle giant. 

He’d rather Rain show him; he revels in the teaching moments—wants his lovers to tell him what he likes, show him how good something makes them feel. He wants the opportunity to take it slow, to map out their most sensitive parts until he knows them like the back of his hand. 

Rain is ever so kind to indulge him.

He hums, tipping his head back to rest on Mountain’s collarbone. He’s sat back to chest with him, stark naked, positioned in front of a full length mirror so that the earth ghoul has ample view of his everything.

“Sensitive too,” Rain adds. He threads his hand through the hair at the back of Mountain’s head, encouraging him to lean in close to the slits on his neck. “Better when they’re wet . . . kiss them for me?”

Mountain hums. “I can do that.” He smiles easily, nosing along Rain’s ear, the hinge of his jaw. He smells fresh, like damp grass in spring, tinged with the slightest hint of something richer, darker. Black currant and woody oud. 

The water ghoul tilts his head further, gills unfurling from his neck like petals. “Tongue too. Really get them slick,” he instructs. Mountain sees him smile in the mirror, double fangs poking out over his lower lip. “Nice and sloppy,” he whispers with a wink. Just because he knows his mate will throb about it. 

And oh, does he—cock stirring where it's trapped beneath his boxers and between their bodies. Mountain rumbles a tiny groan and lets his hands wander over Rain’s torso, roaming over cool skin before hugging him flush to his body. 

He catches his eyes in the mirror. He indulges in a slow once over of his lithe body, gaze hovering between his thighs before inching back up again. Eyes dipping into his belly button, weaving through the dark hair of his happy trail as it goes up, up, up; lingering on the swell of his tits, darting between each pebbling nipple, then back up to those entrancing, cerulean eyes. Mountain nuzzles into his cheek and presses a kiss there. Rain sighs, blinking slow and heavy. 

“Anything for you, my sweet tadpole.” 

He starts by kissing at his jaw, peppering little presses of his lips along the sharp line. Stubble prickles his skin as he moves towards Rain’s ear, the gossamer-thin fins along the shell of it fanning out under his touch, sensation spreading along and making them ripple as if underwater. Mountain could spend ages kissing here, just to watch them move. But it’s merely a means to an end today, so he descends further. 

He meets the edge of the first set of gills, their ruffly perimeter tickling at his chin. Rain’s breath hitches. Mountain’s kissed them before, chaste along the slits, tonguing at the corners, but it’s different with the promise of more. He moves along the curved slit where the beet-red filaments barely peek out, parting his lips to let his saliva start to wet the supple skin. 

“Did Dew ever let you play with them?” Rain asks quietly. Mountain sees his hands idly pet at his own thighs out of his periphery. 

He makes a noncommittal noise against his skin. “Maybe,” he teases, cupping one of his tits with a squeeze. 

Rain scoffs. “Don’t keep secrets, water ghoul whore.” 

“What can I say, I like ‘em wet.”

“Oh, I know you do.”

Mountain snorts, and Rain flinches at the resulting ticklish sensation. He mutters a sorry and kisses to appease him. “He was pretty guarded about others playing with them, actually,” Mountain confesses. “Touching, fine.” Another kiss to the corner of the gill flap. “Kissing, very fine.” A darting of his tongue to the surrounding fins. “Not so much the fingers. But,” the earth ghoul tightens his hands around Rain’s body, fingers lining up along the ridges of his ribs, “his own fingers? Well, I’m sure you’re familiar with those.”

Rain shudders, lilac blush blooming on the apples of his cheeks. “Maybe,” he echoes. His fingers slide towards his inner thighs, ghosting closer to that nest of curls between them.

The earth ghoul slides the flat of his tongue along the full edge of his top gills. Huffing hotly when they twitch. “Tell me how it feels?” he asks quietly.

“Like sin,” Rain groans. “Like they’re something that shouldn't be touched like this, but when you do it’s . . .” He searches for the words, sighing as Mountain continues to lick and kiss wetly along. “Felt wrong the first time. Sort of like it feels wrong to stick your fingers inside yourself. Past the initial resistance, though—”

“It’s good, yeah,” Mountain finishes for him.

“So good. Like touching something secret, sacred almost.” He laughs then. “Swear the nerves go right down to my dick.” 

Mountain moves to the middle set of gills, kissing softly at the corner as before. “What’s more sensitive, though? These or . . .” He grazes a hand down Rain’s belly, teasing down the middle of his folds to press one finger to his chubbing clit. “This?”

Rain shivers with a soft oh. He watches his eyes flutter shut in the mirror, pelvis tipping upwards towards his hand. Mountain traces around the little round head of his dick, circling light and slow. Kissing down the slit on his neck as he does. 

“It’s—oh?” The end of his word quirks up like a question when Mountain’s finger dips down even lower, swiping through slick before coming up again. Rain’s mouth falls open with a soft moan, and his fingers dig into his own thighs. 

The earth ghoul slips out too quickly. He raises the finger to Rain’s mouth, locking eyes in the mirror as he pushes it past his lips to stroke along his tongue. “It’s what, darling?” he purrs, teasing again. 

Rain whines around his finger, sucking it clean until Mountain pulls it out with a pop. “Mm. Different,” the water ghoul supplies. He smooths his hands over his thighs again, pushing them apart until his folds separate. His hard clit now on full display in the mirror. Rain’s no stranger to his own beauty, and he groans along with Mountain when he throbs at his reflection.

“The gills take more time to loosen up; they’re stiffer. Not really meant to be so open out of water, you know?” He dips down to rub at his folds with two fingers. “Not like here,” he sighs, feeling himself. “But when they do open up? Get ‘em all wet? Fuck, it’s so good, Mount.”

He rumbles against his neck, eager to know. Eager to see how Rain comes apart for him, to see the sensations reflect on his face and ripple throughout his body. 

“How am I doing so far?” he asks, continuing his line of kisses across the second gill flap. 

“Very good,” Rain breathes, melting further against him. “Keep—hmm, keep doing that.”

Mountain chuffs at the praise and lets himself get lost in his own ministrations. It hasn’t been so long since he’s had his mouth on a set of gills. But Rain isn’t Dew, and he doesn’t want to treat him as such, despite their elemental similarities. 

Rain twitches against him as he dips his tongue past the gill flap, only going far enough to taste the cilia-like filaments hiding just beneath his skin. A pretty noise bubbles out of his throat as the tissue flutters under his touch, the salty taste coming to life as his saliva wets them: tangy like his slick, concentrated almost to the point of bitterness. It dissipates, though. Either he gets used to it the more he kisses and tastes, or it truly does get sweeter the longer he spends latched onto Rain’s neck. 

He sucks gently around the lowest set of gills now, daring, even, to pull the edge of the flap of skin between his lips and worry it like he would the water ghoul’s nipple or bottom lip. 

“Oh,” the water ghoul gasps. “That’s so nice, my love.” His fingers still move lazily between his legs. Petting over his slick-soaked cunt as Mountain essentially makes out with the respiratory organs on his neck.  He grinds his ass against him and the earth ghoul moans into them, halted and needy.

“Gonna make me wanna fuck you, not finger you, if you keep doing that,” he admits.

Rain huffs a laugh. “Feels good, can’t help it.” 

Mountain pulls back. He looks at his neck, now coated in saliva, gills glistening and opened up. He takes the tip of his index finger and runs from the top gill down, a barely-there touch that wrings another sigh from Rain. 

He meets his lidded eyes in the mirror. “Show me how to touch them?” 

“Hmpf, but what if you just kissed them forever?” he whines in fake protest, grinding his ass back again. Mountain growls playfully in response and captures his lips in a hungry kiss. He slides his tongue inside with the same flourish as he had with the gills, licking as both a promise and a demand. 

“—okay, okay,” Rain laughs against his mouth. 

The water ghoul shuffles a bit, scooching so his back is once again snug against Mountain’s chest. He chirps when Mountain lays his palms on his thighs, arms under Rain’s so his are free to demonstrate. The earth ghoul watches his mate pull his fingers from between his folds, hand floating up gracefully towards his mouth. The digits are slick-coated, a shining treat . . . and Mountain can’t help the way his mouth waters like a begging dog. 

“Clean them off for me?” Rain asks, all bitten-lip and cotton-candy sweet. Without a second thought, Mountain lolls his tongue out so he can slip them inside. He fixes his eyes on Rain’s in the mirror and sucks down to the third knuckles, groaning at the taste. 

Rain whimpers. The sound goes straight to his gut, fingers tightening on the tops of his thighs as he licks off tangy slick and replaces it with his own saliva. The water ghoul pets at his tongue, a mirror of the way he had pet at himself. But he doesn’t linger too long, and soon his fingers retreat with a healthy sheen of spit. 

“Very good,” he breathes. “So—” Those wet fingers land on his neck, fondling. The little fins that surround each of the gills fluff up under his own fingertips, and the flaps open up even more with each careful stroke. “It’s slow. Like a little dance. We’ll do it with the middle one, since it’s the easiest to see what you’re doing.” Rain migrates to that set of gills and rubs along the slit. “I don’t like to go right in. Too sensitive.”

Mountain nods. “Kind of like . . .”

“Yeah, kind of,” Rain agrees. He sighs and tips his head back and towards the opposite side, and Mountain watches all three sets of gills fan out and reveal peeks of crimson, ruby, and deep maroon. The spindly, hair-like filaments along each arched row separate slowly, moving almost like the tendrils of a sea anemone in a current. He moves his head away to better see them unfurl, mesmerized. 

“Never seen the inside like this,” he mumbles. 

“Probably see right into my throat at that angle,” Rain says, giving him a sidelong look. He says it on purpose, knowingly. Mountain does not want to analyze how the fact makes him feel. 

His dick, unfortunately, makes his thoughts quite obvious. Rain smirks as his fingers move to hover over the opening. “Pay attention,” he whispers. 

As if his eyes were looking anywhere else. 

His fingers dip slowly into the opening, grazing the filaments with gentle motions. “Like this, to start.” His voice is huskier, breathier. “Back and forth . . .” He bites back a fuck when Mountain’s hands unconsciously grip at his thighs again. “Just kind of stroking them. They’re soft, but they might feel a little weird at first.”

He dips his fingers in then, only until the deep red tendrils pass his first knuckle. “Then you can go in,” he says softly. “You won’t hurt me, but they’re—nng—tight.”

Mountain can see his stomach jump, and the full length of his dick juts proudly out of his folds now. When he peeks at the mirror, he can see the line of slick drooling down towards the rug, too. 

“Belial, Rain,” he groans. 

“Yeah,” he huffs. “There’s like, a little—shit, a little like, flap behind them. That I kind of . . .” His fingers slide in deeper, up to the second knuckle. A near-violent shudder wracks his entire body as his fingers graze the wetness of his throat, touching a hidden part of himself that probably isn’t meant to be prodded at all, but Satanas, is it one of the most sinful things he’s seen Rain do.

“That’s . . . fuck, that’s hot,” Mountain says eloquently. 

“You know when,” he swallows, and all three sets of his gills constrict, “guh fuck—you have a scab? Or a bruise? And you shouldn’t poke it or pick at it, but you–oh, but you do?”

“Shouldn’t do it, but it feels too good to stop,” Mountain offers dazedly. 

“Uh huh,” Rain whines. “Want you to try. Touch me here?” 

The earth ghoul silently offers his fingers in front of Rain’s mouth, presenting his index and middle to be sucked in. He makes the tiniest noise before curling his tongue around them, eyes falling shut. Coating from the very tips down to the fold of skin that connects them. Mountain whimpers. He can’t help that he does. Not when he has a particular weakness for that cool, wet mouth. But he pulls them out anyway and watches a string of spit stretch and snap between the digits and Rain’s lower lip, deliciously thick and shiny.

“Gonna touch yourself while I do this?” the earth ghoul asks, already knowing the answer.

The fingers in his gills retreat slowly, and he drags the wetness down his neck, his torso, and right down between his legs. “Fuck yes,” he breathes. “Put ‘em in, right in the middle.”

“‘Kay,” Mountain whispers. His fingers hover over them, hanging on the moment before he touches them for the first time. Hanging onto that anticipation with trembling hand and bated breath. 

“Please, Mount,” the water ghoul begs.

Without further hesitation, he pushes past the gill flap and into the rows of filaments, stroking them gently. 

“Oh.”

“Oh.” 

They’re wet and fleshy, not unlike the inside of Rain’s mouth. But they’re thicker, almost like the bristles of the silicone bottle brush that sits in the common room sink: strong, dense, flexible. Some of them stick together as his fingers breeze past, only to separate when he grazes them again. Mountain strokes along the inside of the gill flap experimentally, just to feel the difference, and Rain heaves a shaky sigh. 

“That okay?” Mountain checks in.

“More than,” the water ghoul chokes out. His fingers are moving up and down his cock, slicking its length with wetness from his entrance every few strokes. Toes curling each time his fingers skirt over the round little head. Rain makes a pretty sound when he presses against the gill flap again, and Mountain’s dick kicks hard in his shorts. 

“Does it ever tickle?” It certainly tickles Mountain’s fingers towards the edges of the gills, where the filaments are shorter, thinner. 

“On the very ends, if that’s—mmm—if that’s all you touch,” Rain answers. “Makes me cough.”

He hums an acknowledgement. Mountain scooches closer to him, as if their bodies weren’t already melded together. His free hand rises up to slip into Rain’s hair, scratching gently before holding steady against his scalp and encouraging him to lean into the touch. 

“Gonna dip them in now,” he whispers. 

Rain’s pulse thrums against the heel of his hand. He whines a soft yes, hips twitching up. 

Mountain meets a small amount of resistance as he pushes in that first inch, just as Rain said he would. For the most part, though, it is slick—wet with saliva and some (un)natural dampness that allows him to delve in. He bites his tongue in order to relish in the pitchy moan that spills from the water ghoul’s lips—even though he can’t help but offer a little whimper of his own. 

“Guh,” Rain all but gurgles. His hips twitch again and he swallows hard.

The gills constrict around his fingers, and Mountain’s mind goes in a thousand different directions at once, none of them remotely innocent. “Fuck,” he curses. “That’s—”

“Deeper. Need you deeper-uhh,” Rain moans, suddenly jacking himself in earnest now. 

“You sure?”

“Yes,” he half-hisses, half-whines. “N-need it, she needs it, Mount.” Rain shudders. 

She. The earth ghoul glances in the mirror and—yes, there’s that telltale bump under his rapidly moving hand. Just behind that membrane, he knows, lies his tentacle: her body coiled and ready to spring forth when pleasure crests.

“She likes when you do this?” he asks, voice dropping an octave. He pushes his fingers in a centimeter more.

“Loves,” he wheezes. “Oh fuck please.”

“Come out and play, sweet thing,” Mountain lilts, a little out of his mind.

He finally reaches that inner layer of flesh behind Rain’s gills, tips of his fingers prodding at the inside of his throat, and the reaction is immediate. Rain keens, high and feminine, digging his fingers into Mountain’s upper thigh. His hips float off the ground with how sharply he tries to curl in on himself, writhing and gasping as that membrane situated above his folds grows thinner and thinner. 

“Satanas,” Mountain mumbles. “So fucking beautiful.” He can feel Rain’s throat move from the inside out, feel his breath rush past in wispy sighs, feel the vibration of his voice as it rumbles right under his fingertips. His grip on Rain’s hair tightens and the water ghoul nearly squeals.

“Hair, too—too much,” he pleads. 

The earth ghoul immediately releases his grip, circling his fingertips gently across his scalp in apology. “Sorry, darling. Alright now?” 

“Mm-hm.” Rain sighs. 

Mountain strokes inside his throat. “This still okay?”

He mewls his assent, a tiny little noise that makes the earth ghoul’s stomach churn with need. “Keep going, ‘m close.” Rain’s hand speeds up once more, and Mountain sees his eyes roll all the way back. “Fuck,” he grits out. 

“Shit, Rainy,” he breathes. 

A string of explicits falls from his lips like an unholy hymn. The sound of his cunt alone, lewd and creamy, makes Mountain want to shove his fingers—among other things—in there instead; but, he keeps petting that sensitive place over and over until Rain’s hand can’t possibly move any faster. Until his thighs jump towards each other and his feet point inward, each exhale a punch of air as he nears the edge. 

“Gonna cum for me?” Mountain asks after a particularly wanton sound. 

Rain swallows hard again, squeezing the fingers now pumping in and out of his gills. “Gonna,” he echoes. “She’s gonna—gonna make me—”

“Let her make you feel good. That’s it.”

Rain goes rigid against him in less than two strokes to his throat, heel of his hand pressing down on his mound and fingers pulling hard at his cock. He cums with an almost pained whine, struggling to keep his eyes on himself in the mirror as he squirts onto the rug. 

“Uuhh fuuuckk—”

“Belial, there you go,” Mountain groans. The tentacle emerges between his folds, her midnight blue skin glistening with wetness as she wriggles upwards towards Rain’s hand. 

At the sight of her flexing suckers, Mountain decides it’s far more worthwhile to put his fingers somewhere else. 

While Rain’s still twitching, he slips his fingers from his gills as gently as he can muster, and then he’s touching him everywhere; dragging that hand down his torso to grasp at his tentacle, turning his face by the jaw so he can slip his tongue into his mouth, hooking a leg over his thigh so he can grind his cock between those pretty round cheeks. 

“Need to have you,” he slurs. “Let her play too, get you nice and full.”

Rain moans like a damned whore and squirms in his grip. “Fuck, Mount—” 

“Think she likes that idea,” he breathes, commenting on the way she’s looped around his wrist and attached herself to his skin. He gives her a gentle squeeze and Rain’s legs twitch. “Yeah? Get you snuggled in next to my cock, make Rainy feel so good.” He’s getting a bit feral, but he can’t help it. Any semblance of composure blurted right out of the tip of his dick when Rain came like that.

“Oh fucking Lords below,” the water ghoul curses. 

Mountain shuffles back towards the bed, promptly scooping Rain up by the ass and twisting him around to sit on his lap. He nearly ragdolls, too cumdrunk to move his limbs in any organized fashion. He does, however, have enough brainpower to grind over Mountain’s clothed dick, soaking the front of his shorts in slick and tentacle ooze. 

“Satanas, feel so good, tadpole,” he groans, hugging his naked body close while Rain mouths sloppily at his neck. 

Rain whines. “Take ‘em off.”

Mountain has to laugh a little at that. “Have to stop being a limp fishy. Hm?” He’s able to lift his shirt off easily with the water ghoul still clinging to him, but it’ll take some more maneuvering to get his shorts if Rain insists on playing princess. “Come on, up on those pretty knees.”

He does as he’s told, rising up on shaky legs so Mountain can shimmy off his underwear, ruddy cock springing free. 

“Oh please, Mount,” Rain gasps, immediately sinking back down into his lap. His tentacle slithers along his length, snuggling up the underside and touching her tip to his. Cool, wet, and uniquely Rain.

Mountain groans and takes them both in hand, sliding up and down in long, luxurious strokes. Pulls Rain close again and presses his lips right to his ear, nibbling at the lobe until it earns him a shiver. “Thank you for teaching me. Trusting me,” he whispers. “And for showing me another way to turn you into a moaning little puddle.”

“Nooo,” he whines playfully. “Oh yes,” Mountain purrs in response. He removes his hand from around their cocks and takes hold of his own instead, swiping the head through the water ghoul’s folds before teasing at his entrance. Grinding up until just the tip slides inside. “Now, darling,” he continues, the tentacle curving in on herself, tickling at the top of the earth ghoul’s cock with her silken tip as he starts to slide inside, “let us in.”