#rain and ride

[kelocitta]

Anthro Au Survivor drafts feat. too much worldbuilding because I cant just put pants on a slugcat like a normal person & my godawful handwriting

The Survivor (Their full, scavenger-given name includes the 'The') was separated from their family while traveling between colonies and stranded in the dangerous unpopulated wilds. Against all odds they managed to survive (and wander) far longer than they should have been able, but rather than reconnecting with their (or another) slugcat family, they instead made contact with one of the many wandering scavenger troops- But unfortunately not one that had ever met a slugcat nor had any idea what to make of a stranded one. Regardless the group gave it their best, ended up committing to the role of slugparents, and The Survivor and their troop still consider themselves close family long after Survivor finally reconnected with their sibling. (They're a bit of a mess though, understandably)

[feychild1225]

So much to be said about the infamous "riding" scene. One of my favorite parts is how absolutely wrecked Phayu looks. It's an element we don't get to see often.

[localceilingdevil]

first rainworld content in a while ???

had to do a small redesign of my favorite gal ever. hi myths!!!! and all her single celled galoreee

[pigglepiephi]

‘We agreed that we wouldn’t destroy anything’

Sei, you really need to blow your current toxic relationship apart!!

Please just let this beautiful man destroy it!!

[lt-sparrow]

ANTIHERO (noun)

An antihero is a protagonist who lacks traditional heroic qualities like courage, nobility, or unwavering morality, often displaying flaws, self-interest, or even questionable actions, yet still resonates with the audience

[theriverbeyond]

my beautiful wife the train

[bloodfin]

Unedited Raindrop thigh riding in the new uniforms ft fingers in mouth have fun lads !

"Oh you have got to be kidding me," Dew laments, holding up a small bedazzled skeleton shirt.

"I liked the bug masks better."

"I dunno," Rain chirps from the dressing room next door. "I kind of dig it."

Dew drops his shirt and throws the curtain open, scrambling to get into Rain's dressing room. The first to see him in this uniform, and it steals the breath from his lungs.

"So this is what it feels like to be Satan's favorite," Dew smiles, eyes raking over Rain's lithe form in skintight pants.

"Shit Rainy, you look so good."

Dew's heart does something weird in his chest when Rain looks over his shoulder at him, carefully unglamoured fangs on full display in a bright smile.

It's criminal, really, the way the tailcoat hides his plump ass from view. He can't be blamed when he palms at the fabric, pushing it to the side and loosing an appreciative whistle.

"Maybe the tails are a good thing, no one else can see what's mine."

He drops the fabric and swats at his firm left cheek before gliding around Rain to stand in front of him, chin up as he assesses the habit.

"And that's just unfair."

"Hm?"

"I have to look at you like this all night, and act professionally? Talk about a sin."

"So you like it then," Rain smiles, each crooked fang glimmering in the low light.

"You could say that."

Rain swallows Dew's gasp as he bullies him into the wall, wedging his knee between his legs.

"Show me," Rain pants into his mouth, bumping his knee against Dew just right.

"Show me how much you like it."

Dew whines and rocks his hips, pressing harder onto Rain's thigh. His delicate bone structure hides pure muscle strength, his firm corded quad flexed for Dew's pleasure.

There's a low growl in Dew's chest, and Rain smirks before capturing his lips in a searing kiss. Dewdrop slowly drags himself across the hard muscle of Rain's thigh, whimpering as the friction starts to build against his cock. Dew sighs into it, groans with every push and pull.

Rain flexes his fingers around Dew's little waist, nipping at his ear.

"Gotta be quiet baby," he breathes, cold breath meeting overheated skin. "Don't need any interruptions, yeah?"

Rain makes it a challenge when he drags the cold tip of his tongue along the shell of Dew's ear, pausing to plant a kiss where it meets his jaw. Dew moans quietly against him, thows his hands around his neck and grinds, feeling pre start to soak into his pants.

"Not fair," he grunts, fingers searching for a button, a clasp, anything to get Rain out of his uniform. Rain shrugs and dips his head into the crook of Dew's shoulder, tongue tracing over scar after scar. Many from him, serrated scars from shark like teeth sunk into tender flesh.

"Not my fault you're easy," Rain huffs.

He reaches one hand down to squeeze at Dew's barely there ass, slowing his grind to a near halt. Dew has to bite his tongue to keep from whining, feels his claws unglamour as they itch to tear into sparkling black fabric.

Dew shifts the weight in his hips, unable to suppress his moan this time, the pressure growing low in his belly. Rain squeezes him once more before trailing his fingers up Dew's chest, pausing to tug at one of his piercings on the way. Rain drags his fingers up Dew's neck, gently traces them around his lips.

"Open for me?"

Rain's voice had hit that lower register, the one that never fails to make Dew shoot in thirty-two seconds or less. He squeezes his eyes shut for just a moment before darting his tongue out and licking the tip of Rain's pointer and middle fingers before sucking them into his mouth.

His taste buds are flooded with the tang of metal from his bass strings, a hint of blood from that hangnail he pulled out earlier, that sweet sea grass flavor that seems to come off of him in waves, and an undertone of driftwood bonfire that has permeated into his skin from all the time they spend together.

Before, now, and after.

"Getting sentimental on me, baby?"

Rain is purring into his ear, and it's then that Dewdrop realizes he and Rain had both dropped their glamours completely. He has to hope to Satan that Cumulus won't be too mad, her hard work destroyed in the name of Rain's more than ample ass.

Well. At least she'll understand.

Dew rocks harder against Rain, feels the friction of his now soaked pants dragging across his cock, pushing him closer to his release. He groans against Rain's fingers as he flexes them against his tongue, picking up more citrus and jasmine. His grip on Rain's jacket tightens as his breath hitches, chasing, chasing, chasing.

"C'mon, come for me."

That's all it takes for Dew, really. Rain's voice sounding like that, dressed like that, fingers crammed so deep in his mouth they might as well be in his throat. He comes hard against Rain's thigh, shout muffled by Rain petting his tongue.

Before he knows it Rain is kissing along his jaw, pulling his fingers from his mouth to undo his own buttons. Dew feels himself sinking, being deposited on his knees as Rain gathers his hair in his hand.

"My turn," Rain smiles.

Dew knows he's in for later, but it's worth it when he takes Rain to the back of his throat with little preamble, his knees shaking as he threatens to come just as fast as Dew did.

[davikingwizard]

Marianny Garcia

[redfirefox-55]

How I’m feeling after @maryymaruu ‘s iterator oc interactions TvT

Poor guy has it rough!

[jeon-oilmur]

[gentlemanmotorslifestyle]

[kalesaladd]

dew (in a jail cell): what about my miranda rights!? you’re supposed to say i have ‘the right to remain silent’! NOBODY SAID I HAD THE RIGHT TO REMAIN SILENT!

rain (in the cell next to him): you have the right to remain silent, what you lack is the capacity.