#transmasc dewdrop

[miasmaghoul]

Miasma do you ever think about Copia n Dew n Aether doing a triangle-eat out session and take turns scissoring each other and seeing how wet and sloppy their fat tdicks can get bc I do

Well I mean NOW I am fjjdudhgd omfg what a picture that paints.

Do you think Copia needs a break after he cums, and feels a little disappointed when he sees how much bigger Aether's gets than his? He's Papa, he should have the biggest dick at the abbey! But as he sits there slowly stroking himself with a gloved hand - the gloves always stay on, the leather gone so, so slippery - watching Aether and Dew make their cunts kiss...it's all he can think about.

They can tell, of course. See the little glint of disappointment in his one green eye even as more slick dribbles from his hole. The ghouls have a little mental back-and-forth, the room filled with wet, filthy sounds, and Dew looks at Copia with fire in his eyes and a lip between his fangs.

"'S not enough, Papa," he huffs, reaching down to the place Aether's dick rubs against his. "Need..need yours."

He and Aether share a mental high five when Copia visibly perks up, his dick kicking between those two fingers. There's and incredulousness in his expression, and Aether gives Dew a subtle nudge with his thigh. The little ghoul takes the hint, groaning as he untangles his legs from Aether's and gets on his knees. Bends over a reaches back to spread himself open, to show off his glistening folds and creamy hole. His t-dick throbs with no stimulation, and Dew makes a sad little sound.

"Please, Papa." It's soft, a whisper, that makes Copia shiver. "Please put it in me."

Copia's jaw drops at the request, so entranced by Dew presenting himself that he doesn't even notice Aether crawling over to kneel by him. Not until a strong hand takes his own, pulls it from Copia's leaking cunt to his own lips. Aether licks the leather clean, thick fingers slip between Copia's twitching thighs, and is far too distracted by Dew's hungry hole and the roughness of those digits to notice the little spark of magic in Aether's touch.

"Will you do it, Papa?" Copia blinks when Aether rumbles it against his fingertips, a gentle kiss pressed to each one, all laced with a little more influence. "Will you give him this big, fat cock?"

Callused fingers stroke Copia's length and he sucks air through his teeth.

"I'll show you how he likes it best," Aether coos, another kiss placed to the back of his Papa's hand. "But I know I won't be enough for him tonight."

Copia curses in Italian, his swollen t-dick flexes between Aether's fingers, and the ghouls share a secret smile when he nods.

"Please, Papa," Dew begs with a completely unnecessary sniffle. "Please...fill me up?"

He clenches around nothing, a bead of slick drools down his fat little dick, and Aether thinks the sound Copia makes is worth their little bit of manipulation.

[dewdrops-whammy-bar]

*banging pots and pans together* WHO WANTS TO HEAR ABOUT FIRE GHOUL PUSSY?????

I made this post yesterday about fire ghoul pussy. People liked it, soooo I wrote something. This is unedited, uncut, and messy sooooo enjoy the filth!

Dew’s genitals are described using: tdick, clit, labia, cunt, cock

Swiss isn’t sure what to expect when Dew shyly invites him back to his room after his transition is complete. It’s understandable that Dew would be unfamiliar with his new anatomy after his elemental transition, but the new fire ghoul warns Swiss that he looks a lot different down there. Swiss doesn’t really care, he’s just happy to be able to give Dew a good dicking down.

Dew’s pants come off and he opens his legs. Swiss lays down on his belly to give his usual sloppy head and is greeted with… woah.

Dew’s tentacle is gone, replaced with a pretty tdick that makes Swiss’s mouth water. There are scales and ridges lining his outer labia that are smaller and softer than the ones lining his arms, legs, and tail. Swiss brushes his thumb over them, they’re slick from Dew’s arousal and feel somewhat like snake scales.

Swiss gently parts Dew’s folds and lets out a quiet chuckle. There are ridges, supple and the same dusky red as the head of his clit, along his inner labia, and they look like they continue inward.

“I know it looks weird-“ Dew starts, tail flicking nervously. Swiss digs his claws into Dew’s thigh with a small growl.

“You’re fucking gorgeous.” Swiss rumbles before diving mouth-first into the heaven between Dew’s thighs. He tastes different, more musky and smoky now but with a hint of that previous salty sea air. Swiss’s long tongue tongue unfurls and slides into Dew’s cunt, making Dew gasp and whine happily. His hands weave through Swiss’s locs and pull his face closer.

Swiss hums and flicks his tongue along Dew’s hot and drooling walls. There are ridges inside him now, Swiss realizes, and his dick twitches where it’s pressed between the bed and his stomach. He grinds against the bed slowly, not wanting to blow his load before he gets to fuck Dew.

“Oh- Belial- Swiss-“ Dew gasps. “Ohhhh, right there, yes, baby, fuck, suck my cock just like that, mmmmmh-“

It only takes a few more minutes before Dew tenses up and gushes onto Swiss’s face. Swiss swallows as much as he can before sitting upright with a satisfied grin. Dew’s panting, pretty lips parted and chest heaving, and he drags Swiss down for a kiss.

“Fuck me,” he begs Swiss, and the multighoul is happy to oblige. With the first slide of his cock into that delicious heat, Swiss lets out an embarrassing whimper. Unholy shit, Dew’s so warm inside and he’s got ridges. Dew clenches around him and Swiss sees stars. He ruts into the little fire ghoul like a desperate animal, curses, growls, Ghoulish words, and Dew’s name falling from his lips. Dew digs his claws into Swiss’s back and wraps his legs around his waist.

Swiss cums embarrassingly quickly. He can’t be blamed, he supposes. Dew is hot and silky and dripping and moaning so prettily he just can’t help it. He pulls out and shoots his load onto the little pudge of Dew’s tummy. Dew gives his tdick a few strokes and follows suit with a needy groan of Swiss’s name.

Swiss miiiight be addicted now >_<

[ashthewaterghoul]

*sighs dreamily* Trans Ghouls... Oh, how I love you... *kicks feet*

[everybodyshusband]

having thoughts about ace/arospec ghouls. but more specifically grey-ace dewdrop

sometimes he's all too happy to mess around with his partners, he'll initiate it, even. whisper one of the most toe-curling fantasies anyone's ever heard in one of his partner's ears and then gleefully enact it with them.

but sometimes sex is just... too much. even the idea of it can nauseate him, so when that feeling suddenly crashes down around him in the middle of the act?

approx, 875 words

"Rain- Rain, stop."

Rain pauses the movement of his hand inside him, and Dew could almost cry in relief. He thinks he's about to. "Dew? What's wrong?

"Red. I'm red. Just stop, please. I can't-"

Rain immediately pulls his fingers out of Dew and crawls up the pillows, next to where the little ghoul is now curled around himself. "What's going on, sundew?"

Dew just shakes his head. He feels disgusting. Violated. And he's still wet. His stupid body is still reacting to the memory of Rain's touch, secreting slick without his consent. He feels dirty. Repulsive. Made only worse by the fact that he had been enjoying it. He had liked it. That's the worst part.

He'd been close, and his body is still reacting according to that, without taking his mind's wishes into account. His cunt clenches down on nothing. He's going to cry. The tears are gathering behind his eyes and they're going to start falling and Rain will see.

Rain.

"Can I touch you, Dew?"

"Please don't." His voice shakes.

There's a pause. Rain is clearly weighing his options. "Do you... want me to get something to clean you up?"

Dew nods, it's a tiny movement.

Rain stands up, pulling a light blanket over Dew as he leaves, which Dew will be forever grateful for. The idea of being perceived right now, especially considering he's naked, is far too much for him to handle.

Rain returns not long later with a warm, damp cloth to find Dew shivering under the blanket; although Rain's fairly certain he's not shaking from the cold. "Do you want me to do it?" Rain's voice is impossible gentle.

Dew nods, albeit hesitantly. "Be careful?"

"Of course, sundew. You tell me if it's too much, okay? You can poke my arm twice if you don't want to talk."

Rain starts with his face, wiping his tears away. The warm cloth feels nice against his face. It calms him down a little, and the fact Rain is starting with his face and working his way down means Dew will have time to prepare himself for the worst part.

"Do you still want me to do it?"

Dew nods tightly.

"You're doing so well, love."

Dew digs his claws into the blanket and tells him to get it over with.

As expected, it's awful. Every swipe of the cloth against his sticky thighs brings back the viscerally unpleasant memory of Rain's touches. It's nothing against Rain, it never is. The water ghoul just happened to be the one with him when his mindset switched.

Rain murmurs soft encouragement as he works; he's probably figured out what's happening by now, and he's treating Dew as if he's breakable. Like this, he often is.

As unpleasant as the cleaning of his thighs is, he knows the worst is yet to come. Rain checks in with him one more time, waiting for Dew's stiff nod of approval before passing the cloth over his hole.

Dew whimpers, the tears beginning to fall all over again as Rain wipes the tacky fluid away as lightly as possible.

Rain pauses. "Dew? Dew, look at me, please." He waits until Dew does as he's asked. The water ghoul's figure is blurred through the curtain of his tears. "Do you need me to stop?"

Dew shakes his head. "No. No, it'll... it'll be worse later if I'm still messy. K- keep going. Please."

Rain nods and continues his work, hushing Dew reassuringly each time he shudders from a memory that makes him want to tear at his skin and disappear into the ground.

"Alright, this is going to be the worst bit, darling. But then it'll all be over. Are you ready?"

"Mhmm."

"Okay."

Dew's entire body jolts when Rain swipes over his clit, his body still reacting to Rain's touch without his permission. He sobs openly.

"Hurry up. Please."

"One more, love. One more, and them I'm done, I promise." True to his word, after the next swipe, Rain moves up until he's level with Dew's face again. "See? All done."

Now he's free from Rain's touch, Dew curls his legs up under the blanket again, wrapping it around himself so tightly that he doesn't know where he ends and the blanket begins. It's nice.

"Okay, I'm going to run a bath for you and grab some fresh clothes for afterwards, how does that sound, sundew?"

Dew nods.

Rain smiles down at him and begins to turn away (no doubt to start running a warm bath, hopefully with Dew's favourite bubble bath mixture too) but before the water ghoul can get too far away, Dew wiggles his arm out of the blanket and taps Rain's arm.

"Yes, darling?"

"Drink?" Dew's sign is shaky at best, but luckily Rain seems to understand.

"Yeah, I can get you a drink. Is water fine?"

"Yes."

"I'll do that before I get the bath started, okay?"

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, darling. You just stay there, alright?"

Dew nods and buts his head against Rain's arm affectionately, pleasantly surprised that the physical touch doesn’t make his stomach turn like he thought it might.

Rain smiles down at him again with nothing short of adoration for Dewdrop in his eyes. "I'll take care of you for the rest of the day."

[thehypnone]

Is This the Time I Should Be On My Knees For You?

WC: 970

Relationship: Rain/Dewdrop

Tags: Transmasc Dewdrop, blow jobs

Rain finds Dew's old Meliora uniform and decides to try it on. Dew dies (of horniness).

Notes: A vision casted upon me by @crimsonclergy and @kroas-adtam.

Read under the cut or on AO3.

Rain didn’t exactly plan that. He was just looking through Dew’s wardrobe, for one of the hoodies he likes to steal, and came across a dusty garment bag, hanging in the very back. He thought maybe Dew owned a suit, and if that’d be the case, Rain would demand seeing him in it.

It turned out to be kind of a short cassock, and Rain quickly recognised it as a previous era stage outfit. He did sometimes forget his mate used to play bass in Terzo’s band setup when he was still a water ghoul.

Rain really didn’t mean to try it on, but he was just so curious about how his shoulders would look in it, his legs. So, he did try it on.

He was a bit scared of ripping it, it was so tight. Another reminder about how small Dewdrop was. Not that Rain was huge, he was as lanky, but he was taller, had wider shoulders and was just a bit bigger, in general. He could barely breathe in the uniform, let alone button it up all the way.

He looked himself over, posing before the full body mirror and he came to a conclusion that he looked really hot in it, even if it didn’t fit.

The buttons that he did manage to do up were holding on for dear life, his chest and shoulders filling the uniform, leaving everything tight and snug. Rain could as well be shirtless, his build so perfectly highlighted, whole body defined, the sash making his borderline slutty waist even more pronounced, sluttier. 

But the best thing? Rain’s legs.

He didn’t even dare trying on the pants, he could fit his arms into them at best, so he left his legs exposed. The skirt was so short on him it barely reached the half of his thighs and it made his long legs so good. Rain was very well aware of his looks and even more of the effect said looks had on other ghouls. Especially Dewdrop.

That’s why he left the outfit on when he moved to sit on Dew’s bed and sent him a text to meet him there as soon as he could. Rain sat leaning back on his hands, legs outstretched with his ankles crossed, head tilted slightly downwards, and waited.

It didn’t take long for his mate to burst through the door, at all. Dew stopped dead in his tracks realising just for what he was called there and he nearly passed out with how quick his heart started beating. Ifrit and Aether always drove him crazy with how their chests looked in these outfits, but they were theirs, made to fit them. But Rain in his?

Dewdrop can see everything, the slight swell of his chest, the muscles in his shoulders, his abs, his thighs. He could cum from staring at Rain alone, and he just might.

“H- hi,” Dew swallowed, not being able to even lift his eyes to look at his mate’s face, stuck on the stretch of the fabric over his chest. “Where- where’d you find it?”

“Oh, I was looking for something in your wardrobe,” Rain chuckled, very pleased with the fire ghoul’s reaction. “Got curious. You like how I look in it?”

“Yeah,” he breathed, coming closer and casted his eyes downwards to stare at Rain’s long, muscled legs. “It’s so tight.”

“It is. I sometimes forget how small you are,” the water ghoul sighed, looking at his flustered mate through his lashes.

Dew was long gone already, breathing heavily, deep flush on his cheeks, pupils blown wide. He was also fucking wet, already, soaking though his underwear quickly, and damn his light sweatpants.

“Oh, I can see how much you like it,” Rain giggled, pointing at Dew’s crotch where a wet patch was becoming more and more visible. “Come here, baby, show me.”

Dewdrop all but fell to his knees, crawling in between Rain’s when he spread them, grabbing at his thighs, kneading them. He moaned, high and wrecked, when he realised Rain wasn’t wearing underwear. Of course he wasn’t.

The fire ghoul shoved his head under the skirt, taking Rain’s cock down his throat in one smooth motion, both groaning.

“Yeah, like that,” Rain choked out, having to hold himself back already just from the feeling of Dew’s wet, hot mouth on him and the sight of his mate under the cassock. Dew’s hands were glued to the bassist’s legs, moving up and down, squishing his thighs and calves. He didn’t pull off of Rain's cock for even a moment, and the water ghoul was truly surprised that he didn’t suffocate, but it was Dew. Because it was Dew, it also took him a fairly short amount of time to bring his mate impossibly close to the edge, with his constant bobbing and sucking, “D- Dew, close.”

The fire ghoul only hummed in response, shooting a spike of white hot pleasure through Rain and he was cumming down his mate’s throat before he could even process what was happening. Dew sucked him dry, and pulled off only when Rain started twitching from overstimulation. He lifted his head with a blissed out, cock drunk grin, licking around his lips to catch the drops of the water ghoul’s cum that escaped.

“Good boy,” Rain breathed, flopping down onto his back. “Come here, I’ll eat you out.”

“No- no need,” Dew whispered, staying on the floor. Rain lifted himself up once more, staring down at the flushed ghoul.

“Did you…?”

“Yeah,” he grinned, seemingly very proud of himself, of coming untouched just from sucking Rain’s cock and seeing him in that fucking uniform. 

“Snuggles, then,” his mate giggled, beckoning him up to join him on the bed. “And maybe round two, later, but we switch positions. Want to see you in it.”

[sovaghoul]

Wrote a new 2nd chapter for The Unholy Bastard. This part has no smut, but it does happen within this work and the larger series. Other CW/TW in the tags on AO3. Please heed them and keep yourself safe and healthy. Eventually this entire series, individually by chapter, will be posted here as well for your reblogging pleasure.

*NEW* Ch. 2: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46423903/chapters/125972839

⚠️🔞Unholy Bastard work: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46423903

⚠️🔞Transmasc Dew series: https://archiveofourown.org/series/3445888

[aelianated-star]

And they were ghoulmates! 🎉

Whatever these two have going on

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[forlorn-crows]

crow u know we need rain and dew going crazy over each other's pussies now right

here's the third of the unrelated trilogy of ghoul pussy, i GUESS. i hope it Ruins you. consider Dew still freshly shaven here, too.

their cunts are french kissing and rains the only one with a tongue, you catch my drift?

obviously we've got T4T raindrop here. cunt/folds/cock/dick used for both of their anatomies. rain has a tentacle, referred to with she/her >:)

tagging @divine-misfortune and @askingforthesun bc i tortured them with this

“Oh shit, why’s it . . . why’s it so—” Rain stutters for the right words, thoughts washed away by the sensation of delicate skin on skin.

“Milky,” Dew finishes for him with a groan. “Fuckin’ hells, starfish.” Rain’s grind falters when the fire ghoul reaches to where their bodies meet and runs a finger down the length of Rain’s plump little dick, collecting some of the creamy white slick that’s caught in the hair surrounding it. The water ghoul digs his nails into the leg that’s hiked over his and pressed to his torso, leaving marks in Dew’s upper thigh. 

“Dew—”

“S’ hot,” Dew breathes. His fingers trails up and down the length of Rain’s cock again—he watches it twitch under the pad of his finger, retracting up towards the hood and back down again. He expects to find a growing bump beneath it, a curious appendage pushing her way out. But he doesn’t.

“Should let her out,” Dew muses. “Bet she’d love all this mess.” He rolls his hips, accentuating the lack of friction between them. “Nice and slippery for her.”

“Shit,” Rain hisses. He can’t help but match Dew’s movements, grinding as he bucks up. “You—you want her to come out?”

“You know I do.”

Rain groans.

“Could snuggle right in between us. Make us both feel even better; don’t you want that, starfish?”

The water ghoul bites his lip, nodding after a moment. With another look between them, he admits: “Might need a little coaxing today.”

“Shouldn’t be hard, considering how much she loves me,” Dew smirks. It earns him an eye roll and a tail smack to the thigh. “Hey—c’mere. Let me help.” He pulls Rain into a kiss, lingering and deep. It doesn’t take much to get hot and heavy again, pulling apart to pant into each others’ mouths just to dive back in again. Dew snakes his hand between them to pet along Rain’s folds. Curling his fingers against that specific spot just below his cock and right above the start of his inner lips. If he prods just right, he can feel the tip of her, snuggled somewhere deep inside.

“Shy today,” he whispers. “Feel okay, starfish?”

“More than,” Rain gasps. “Fuck, just—keep stroking there.” He rolls his cunt against the fire ghoul’s hand, and Dew feels a shift. “Shit,” Rain curses again. “Gills—kiss me there. She wants it.”

Dew purrs and weaves a hand into the water ghoul’s hair, tipping his head just so. “Anything for her.” He tucks his face into the curve of Rain’s neck and nuzzles close, kissing the delicate skin. Rain moans long and low. 

It’s quick after that: Dew presses his lips around the middle set of gills and sucks on the fins. Paired with quick little licks at the filaments, Rain’s panting and writhing in under a minute. The bump grows and grows under Dew’s hand, until the membrane thins enough to reveal a slit—and the inhabitant within. 

“That’s it—hi, beautiful,” he coos. 

Slowly, the tip of his tentacle reveals itself, inky blue and coated with fluid. She dances out to meet Dew’s hand, twisting and slithering along the length of his fingers. 

“Satanas, sit up, wanna see her—show her off for me.” 

Rain does his best to do so with his thighs quivering. Threatening to squeeze together as she wriggles her way out. But he drops an equally shaking hand down to his sex so he can spread his folds, tentacle worming out between them. 

“Fuckin’ gorgeous.” Dew strokes along the length of her, watching Rain’s face contort with pleasure, deep indigo blushing across his cheeks and chest. He squeezes around the thick base, just large enough that his fingers don’t touch. She pulses under his palm, and Rain bites back a groan. Entrance squeezing around nothing.

“Wanna get inside,” he whimpers. “Feels s’ good.” 

Dew hums. His tentacle continues to wrap around his fingers, shallow suction cups kissing the spaces between them. She travels to the inside of his wrist, dipping down to latch onto his bare mound instead, cool suckers a flash of relief on his heated skin. 

“Yeah,” Dew breathes. “Just like that, keep going . . .”

“Fuck, you’re so soft,” Rain groans. The appendage may behave as if she were her own entity, but, of course, Rain feels everywhere she goes and everything she touches with heightened sensation. “She wants in—fuck, wants it bad, Dew.”

The line of suckers drags along his dick, and the fire ghoul’s composure slips a little. “Oh gods, put her in, Rainy.”

The water ghoul nods. Frantic up and down movements of his head as his tentacle continues her descent towards Dew’s inner folds, sliding along slick-coated skin until just the tip breaches his entrance. Dew drops his head back onto the pillows with a groan and spreads his legs as far as he can in their pretzeled position. Welcoming her with an involuntary squeeze as her suckers start to catch. 

“Warm,” Rain breathes. All is quiet as she wriggles her way in deeper. Slides in as smooth as a tongue: just as wet and three times as thick. The water ghoul’s face is lax with pure bliss as his tentacle squeezes into place, only his eyebrows quirking slightly when Dew rolls his hips to slide her home. 

“H-oh, fill me up—” Dew grits out. “Fuck, right there.” The tip of her snuggles deep inside. It’s perfect pressure as she molds to fit all the crevices of Dew’s most private spot, burrowing into places he can’t reach with a cock or the longest of fingers. She’s like water itself, connecting him quietly with the element he’s long since given up. 

It makes him throb something fierce, cunt gripping around her like his body intends to never let her go. 

Rain hisses and bucks against him. “Shit, keep doing that,” he wheezes. “Oh, Belial.” 

“Move those hips, baby, c’mon—” Dew moves his own to encourage the other, angling his pelvis to make the head of their dicks kiss. Sweet, sweet momentary friction that makes them both shudder. But it does the trick, kicking Rain’s hips back into gear. 

“Yes-yes-yes,” he spews. Once he starts he doesn’t stop, slender hips kicking up a medium tempo as he grinds their cunts against one another. Inside, his tentacle matches his movements; she undulates at the same pace, grazing all of Dew’s sensitive points.

“Fuckin’ hells, starfish, that’s good,” he groans. 

There’s a fine tremble in Rain’s thighs as he shifts onto his hands. It’s instantly more intense—the weight over Dew’s lower stomach and the contact between their cocks gets him aching; he can feel Rain throb everywhere. 

“Mmpf. Dew,” he keens. “Think I’m gonna—shit—”

The fire ghoul grips his bicep, rolling his hips even harder. Straining. Gasping at the slick now running down his taint. “Yeah? You gonna ink in me, baby?”

“What the fuck,” Rain whines. “I don’t—ink, I don’t do tha-hah-at.” He tries to look the fire ghoul in the eyes, but his head drops right back down when Dew clenches around him. 

“No?” Dew goads further. “Not gonna get me all wet? Let her get messy?” 

The water ghoul doesn’t know what to do. He coughs out a cross between a moan and a curse, stammering through a denial. Anything that comes out of his mouth next, Dew won’t believe anyway—the way his body jerks is evidence enough for him that the idea only brings him closer to creaming over them both. Rain is in shambles, but the sick satisfaction only spurs Dew on. 

“You might not, but your body wants to. Can feel how wet and thick she is,” he continues. “Lucifer, what would it be like, d’you think?”

“Fuck, Dew, fuck, you can’t–uhhnf—you can’t say that, I’m–I’m gonna—”

“C’mon, cum inside, wanna feel it,” Dew rasps. “Doin’ so good, just a little more.” 

Rain nearly sobs as he collapses onto his elbows, draping across Dew’s body as his thrusts turn into hungry little humps. His tentacle gets greedy too, pushing up against his cervix in an attempt to get further in. She can’t, Dew knows, but the tightness makes him feel otherwise. 

He curses. “Fuck, she’s really gettin’ in there.”

“Needs it—” Rain huffs. “Tight. Warm.”

“Hah—no wonder she lo-uh-ves me.”

“Tell me to cum,” he wheezes. “Tell—shit, please tell me to.”

Rain can’t see his smirk, but he knows what he’s asking for. “Do it. Ink for me.”

“Fuck!” The water ghoul smashes their hips together and cums with the most embarrassed, gut-punched sound that Dew’s ever heard him make, slick gushing over his cunt and soaking into the sheets below. He gets a hand on himself and vows to make Rain see stars. 

[miasmaghoul]

miasma how much for swissdew pussy eating….im prepared to give up my first born if need be

i accept payment in good vibes and offerings of either fruity candy or noodles

if anyone was curious

(ft transmasc dew, use of cunt/clit and dick for his anatomy)

Dew's a vision at the lakeside.

Pale skin glowing in the summer sun, golden hair soaked through and pulled back in a tight knot. He'd just finished his latest set of laps, skin still sparkling with shimmering droplets of lake water as he flopped onto his towel.

Swiss really can't help but stare from his place by the dock. Impossible not to, really. He just looks so sweet in those little white shorts, ones he must have stolen from Rain - they're triple knotted but still hang low on his hips. He smiles to himself when Dew wrings water from the drenched fabric, revealing the soft, milky skin of his inner thighs. Skin that's begging for a few bruises.

Dew stretches, lays himself out in the sun, and Swiss decides he looks far too alone.

He keeps his pace casual as he saunters towards the little ghoul. Keeps his hands shoved into the pockets of his shorts and lets his shirt flutter in the summer breeze. It's a short sleeved button down in pale pink, only two buttons done up, and Swiss can feel Dew's eyes on his chest the closer he gets.

Not that Swiss is doing much better - his own golden gaze rests on Dew's pert, stiff nipples. The silver barbells through them sparkle in the sunlight, and the only thing prettier is the pink flush of exertion painting Dew's cheeks and chest.

"How's the water?" Swiss drags thick fingers through his curls, smirking down at the lithe body laid out before him.

"Not bad," Dew replies, stretching his arms over his head and arching his back in a way that can only be intentional. He sighs when he relaxes, offering Swiss a lazy grin. "Little chilly."

"Looks like it," Swiss comments, nodding at his chest. "Got 'em all stiff."

Dew glances down and offers a soft chuckle. Swiss tries not to let his eyes bug out of his head when the little ghoul starts plucking at those tight, pink buds.

"Guess so," he says, amused. Dew smiles when he looks up again. "What's your excuse?"

Dew nods at his crotch, and Swiss laughs. Gets a handful of the obvious bulge in his khaki shorts and gives it a nice fondle.

"This one's all on you, firecracker," he lilts, not missing the flash in Dew's lovely copper eyes.

Swiss bodily flops on the ground next to his towel, laid out on his side and resting on one bent elbow. His other hand drags over Dew's thigh, catches in the creases of his wet shorts.

"Can't help it when you look so pretty."

Swiss walks two fingers over a bony hip while Dew preens, up the smooth plane of his stomach. The little ghoul watches them move, watches Swiss's fingertips sink into the tiny bit of softness just above his waistband.

Swiss can't take his eyes off of Dew's face, though. Off of sun-darkened freckles painted over the bridge of that strong nose, off of the few wisps of almost dry hair hanging in his face.

He catches the little ghoul in a slow, decadent kiss. The kind you can only have outside, surrounded by sweet grass and heady summertime scents. It's languid and luxurious, Dew's fingers finding their way into Swiss's hair around the same time Swiss licks into his mouth. The little ghoul tastes of the lake, clean and fresh and tinted with the spice and tobacco that Dew always carries, and Swiss groans into his mouth.

Dew looks up at him with dark, lidded eyes, and Swiss's cock fattens up just that much more.

"So pretty."

They pull back at the same time to breathe, and Swiss laughs to himself when he realizes that he's straddling that little body now, large hands cupping Dew's warm cheeks. He looks dazed, lips rosy and slick. Swiss has to catch one between his teeth, giving that soft flesh a playful tug.

"You still chilly, Sparky?"

It's an easily answered question - Dew feels like a furnace beneath him, skin steaming away the remnants of the lake. The skinny arms looped around his neck feel like branding irons, even through his shirt. Dew is most definitely not chilly.

"Freezing," the little ghoul chirps, leaning up to lick at Swiss's tongue. He sighs when Dew sucks the tip of it into his mouth, sparkling eyes crinkling at the corners. A small foot strokes along Swiss's calf. "Gonna warm me up?"

"'Course," Swiss winks, dipping down to lick at the hollow of Dew's throat. "I was just thinkin' it was time for lunch."

Dew hums, letting his arms fall to the towel instead. Swiss rewards him with a wet, sloppy kiss to the side of his throat. Dew cringes even as he laughs, the sound melting into a pleased sigh when Swiss sucks the first of what will be many dark marks into delicate skin.

This is one of his favorite ways to have Dew - there's always something to be said for their more frantic encounters, for the ones that leave them bloodied and exhausted. For the times he makes Dew cry, and for the times Dew fucks him into to brainlessness with a strap that could rival Mountain.

But times like this? Ones where he can take his time, can worship Dew the way he likes best? Swiss can never get enough.

He takes it so very slow. Kisses every inch of Dew's throat, over both collarbones, down his sternum. Colors his skin in splotchy purple and deep red, nips at his few soft spots and glides warm, steady hands along his sides.

Dew's nipples get special attention, of course. Swiss can't help the obsession he has with those little pink nubs, not when Dew is just so, so sensitive there. He squirms so beautifully when Swiss catches them between his teeth, makes the sweetest sounds when Swiss latches on to what little he has there.

He watches Dew's face through it all - the way his brows furrow, the way he sucks his lower lip between crooked teeth, the way he breathes so harshly through his nose when Swiss snakes a hand between their bodies. A large hand cups Dew's cunt through his now-dry shorts, and the little ghoul rocks shamelessly against his palm.

"Don't feel chilly here," Swiss teases, licking a broad stripe along one of the crescent-shaped scars on Dew's chest. He can feel the stiffening bump of Dew's clit throb against his hand, and Swiss groans as he gives it the smallest rub.

"You should probably make sure," Dew breathes, hands coming up to rest on Swiss's broad shoulders. He gives them an impatient little shove and Swiss snorts.

"You're the boss," he chuckles, pressing a kiss to Dew's belly as he slides south. He nuzzles the barely-there trail of hair just below his navel, dips his tongue into that divot, and hooks thick fingers into Dew's shorts. "Think you're all slippery for me yet?"

Dew shrugs, tucking one arm behind his head and threading long fingers into Swiss's hair. Scratches at his scalp in a way that has a rusty purr kicking up in his chest. Dew rocks his hips up into his face and Swiss nips at him through the fabric. Dew smiles.

"Dunno," he says, noncommittal despite how fucked out he looks already - pink cheeks, swollen lips and nipples, a perfect collar of sucked-in marks lining his throat. "Guess you should check on that too."

Swiss tips his head, makes a sound of consideration while he unwinds Dew's fingers from his hair. Dew watches him place soft kisses to each knuckle, watches him drag his teeth along the inside of his wrist.

Dew whines, his eyes slip shut, but he obeys. Swiss watches his fingers move through the fabric, hears them slip through slick folds. The sound goes straight to his balls, wrings a pained moan from his throat, and Swiss grinds against Dew's towel.

"I have a better idea."

Swiss lifts Dew's waistband and shoves his own bony hand into his shorts. The little ghoul gasps, and Swiss smirks.

"Go on and show me how excited you are, sweetheart."

"Yeah, just like that," he rasps, licking his lips. Swiss grips his skinny waist, presses his nose to the crotch of those shorts to breathe in deep."Fuck, you're gonna taste so good." He pats at Dew's arm. "Lemme see, c'mon, show me."

Dew makes a sweet little sound, pulls his hand back, and Swiss drools at the way his fingers glisten.

"Beautiful."

He grips Dew's wrist and wastes no time taking those wet digits into his mouth. The taste of him floods Swiss's tongue, sweet and salty and so fucking addictive. He can never get enough, and that suits the both of them perfectly. He licks at Dew's palm, breathing heavy and ragged. Dew watches him with blown-out eyes, little chest rising and falling bunny quick.

"Think you need more," Dew mutters, voice thready with need. "Didn't you say you were hungry?"

Oh, Swiss is going to implode one of these days.

"Baby, I'm starving."

Swiss scrambles to get Dew's shorts down, leaving them looped around a scrawny ankle while he pushes those slender thighs apart and gets the little ghoul properly exposed. Swiss chokes at the sight of him, plump and slick and throbbing. He presses his nose to the crease of Dew's thigh and inhales like a man starved.

"Lucifer, you smell like heaven," he murmurs, and Dew sighs.

"You gonna talk about it all day, or are you gonna eat?"

Swiss laughs.

"Until I can't anymore, princess."

The first pass of his tongue, flat and broad, has Dew sagging back against his towel. Swiss huffs against him as he repeats, licking long and slow. Dragging it over every inch of hot, sensitive flesh in the ways he knows Dew likes best. Spreads him with two fingers to he can take each of Dew's dusky lips between his own and suckle them until Dew's legs start to shake. Licks from his hole to the base of his clit and back again, swimming in every sweet, eager sound the little ghoul feeds him.

"Fuck, your mouth," he groans, gripping Swiss's hair and rolling his hips. "C'mon, lick it, lick it."

Swiss dips his tongue inside for the briefest second, and Dew kicks like a dog.

"Yeah? That what you need?"

Swiss asks it between soft, wet kisses around his clit. So much attention paid to every place except where he knows Dew wants it most. The little ghoul grumbles, halfheartedly trying to hold Swiss in place with the hand in his hair. Swiss bumps the very tip of that swollen length with his nose, and Dew hisses.

"Need me to suck this cute little dick?" Swiss gives that stiff length a sweet, tiny kiss, just enough to make Dew's thighs clench. "Need me to make it cum?"

"Uh huh," Dew nods, hooking a leg over Swiss's lower back. He's flushed straight down his throat now, chest blotchy red. Gorgeous. "Suck it outta me. Lemme get your chin wet."

Swiss throbs from head to toe, he swears it. With a mighty groan he readjusts, tosses skinny legs over his shoulders, and digs his fingers into bony hips. He'll leave bruises in the pattern of his fingertips, and neither of them will mind. Especially not when Dew stretches tomorrow, when his shirt raises and exposes those marks to anyone that cares to look. The thought has Swiss shivering already, a thrill shooting through him and a copious blurt of pre soaking into his already stained shorts.

"Oh, sweet boy," he says, hitching Dew's hips up, "I want you to fuckin' drown me."

Swiss wraps his lips around Dew's fat little clit, swirls his tongue, and everything that isn't Dewdrop fades away.

Swiss hopes it never comes back.

[dewdrops-whammy-bar]

Anesthesia Ramblings

Dew gets top surgery and says some things while loopy on anesthesia.

(Not part of mushy may, though I’m considering writing something for it.)

Words: 877

Rating: T

Warning: mild description of surgery and medical procedures

Dew’s surgery had gone well, the doctor had told him as she‘d led Aether to Dew’s recovery room. She’d waited until the door was closed before letting him know that they’d had a few problems regarding the more supernatural elements of Dew’s body, but they were able to work around them.

Surgery on ghouls was extremely uncommon. Quintessence was the main tool in helping ghouls heal from sickness or injuries, so they rarely needed a physical procedure. Not to mention, ghouls couldn’t hold a glamour while unconscious. Their bodies healed themselves very quickly as well, which wasn’t ideal in surgery.

Through a stroke of luck, one of the few top surgeons in Sweden was a Clergy member. She’d previously lived at the Ministry headquarters, so she had full knowledge of the existence of ghouls. She had pulled together a surgical team who were willing to operate on a ghoul.

As a precaution, they had to have a Quintessence ghoul in the operating room to make sure Dew’s body didn’t try to fight the surgery. Omega had volunteered- he was the oldest Quint, had the most medical experience, and wasn’t about to let Aether go through the experience of watching his husband get cut open.

But now Dew was safe and sound, newly boobless and knocked out in the hospital bed. Aether was happy to have Dew back, but he was a little frustrated at how long it was taking for him to wake up. The doctor had assured him Dew would be fine despite the higher dose of anesthesia needed to knock him out, but Aether was still anxious.

He reached over and took Dew’s hand, lacing his fingers with the other man’s. He instinctively gave it three gentle squeezes- I love you.

Dew’s fingers twitched and Aether released his hand, worried he’d caused Dew pain. Then Dew’s hand moved again and he let out a soft grunt.

“Dew?” Aether asked, touching his husband’s arm. “Can you hear me?”

Dew grunted again in response. He moved his head to the side and cracked his eyes open. Aether smiled brightly.

“Hi, love. How do you feel?” Aether took Dew’s hand again.

“I…” Dew mumbled. “You’re… nice. But I… married. Sorry.”

“Yeah, married to me.” Aether snorted. He sneakily pulled his phone out of his pocket and started taking a video- the rest of the pack would definitely want to see this. It wasn’t every day that Dew was off his ass on anesthesia.

“Nooo…” Dew rolled his head back and forth, his eyes still barely open. “He’s… big. Strong. Makes good…” he trailed off, seemingly searching for a word. “Yellow fruit. Bread out of that.”

“Banana bread?” Aether chuckled.

“That’s the bitch.” Dew mumbled. Aether snorted.

“Alright, tell me more about your husband. He sounds pretty cool.” Aether teased.

“‘S… strong. Biiiiig arms. Size of… damn big arms.” Dew tried to gesture but couldn’t manage to lift his hands more than a few inches off the bed. “Sexy. Ooooh… he plays guitar, too. He’s sooo cool.” Dew grinned sleepily.

“Mhm. You really love this guy, don’t you?” Aether chuckled. Dew nodded emphatically.

“Mmm… love ‘im lots. He’s reeeeally hot.” Dew giggled. “Good ass. Better dick.” He yawned and nuzzled into his pillow. “Fuckin’… balls, too. Real set of hangers on ‘im.”

“Yeah?” Aether could barely contain his laughter. “Anything else about him?”

“Mmmm… no. You can’t have him.” Dew replied stubbornly. “‘M sleep now. Night.”

“Alright, goodnight.” Aether chuckled and patted Dew’s hand. He ended the video, looked over at Dew (who was now drooling on the pillow), and burst into giggles.

He’d never let Dew live this one down.

—

“I said what?” Dew asked incredulously. He’d woken up from his nap fully lucid and immediately demanded food, which Aether had delivered from the hospital cafeteria. He’d devoured his tasteless burger with surprising speed, considering he couldn’t move his arms very much.

“Let’s see… you said I made good banana bread, had nice arms, and had, and I quote, ‘a real set of hangers.’” Aether grinned, another round of giggles threatening to make its way out of him.

“The fuck does that mean?” Dew snorted, taking a cautious bite of a lukewarm fry and making a face. “Ugh, these have like, no salt on them.”

“You wanna see the video?” Aether handed over his phone. Dew watched the video, his expression slowly morphing into one of surprise and horror.

“Oh no.” Dew muttered. He handed Aether’s phone back to him, glaring as the other man laughed at his horrified face. “This can never see the light of day, understand?”

“Uh… about that…” Aether composed himself, though he was still grinning.

“You didn’t.” Dew gasped and tried to grab the phone back with his T-Rex arms. “Give it!”

“For the record,” Aether laughed, slipping his phone back into his pocket. “The general consensus was that ‘hangers’ was an excellent way to describe my balls.”

“I want a divorce.” Dew huffed, pointedly turning back to his food.

[ashthewaterghoul]

Dewdrop & Sunshine but they’re in a QPR.

Dew is allosexual demiromantic. Sunshine is aspec and still questioning. Ik it’s not a requirement for QPRs but let me hc in peace >.<

Also t4t stuff at the bottom bc trans Ghouls>>>

They’re like a pair of excitable little cats the way their Fire fuels them both and each other.

They share a nest most nights and cuddle the whole night away. The others sometimes can’t cuddle the whole night with either of them because of how warm they run, but with each other? It’s like a living-breathing heated blanket and neither can get enough.

They seriously cannot get enough of physical touch and love cuddles and holding hands. If they’re hands are busy then it’s guaranteed their tails are twisted up together.

(The rest is below the cut bc I yapped. Who is surprised? No one.)

They often harmlessly bite each other - as Ghouls do - and pepper their faces in little kisses. Also they like to nuzzle along each other’s throats and scent glands for the closeness and comfort.

“Velcro Ghouls” as Aether calls them.

It also means they know when the other is struggling because they won’t be as affectionate.

But it’s beyond just being snuggle buddies or familial, they just complete each other to an insane degree that the rest of the pack almost don’t comprehend.

The amount of inside jokes they have cannot be counted and it’s gotten to the point where the rest of the pack have given up on asking for any elaboration.

They love going out on little dates and day trips with each other - especially in the summer when the days are longer and the sun’s out - and the wall behind their bed is filled with pictures of them.

They have tattoos for each other. Dew has a sun on his inner bicep with some clouds and flowers for her Air and Earth affinities. Sunshine has flames in an inverted triangle for his Fire and Water nature, and it’s on her upper arm.

They have their own rooms too for when they want some alone time or have their own guests for the night, but there’s usually something of the other with them so that they can still smell each other.

Dew smells like cinnamon and burnt driftwood. Sunshine smells like tea and campfires.

They both balance each other out and they surprisingly love doing all the domestic and mundane shit together.

If they’re paired for cleaning duties, neither will complain and they’ll sing and dance around, using the brooms and mops as props.

They have 2 cats together and are exclusively referred to as their children.

They are also each other’s emergency contacts because they have a practically encyclopaedic knowledge of each other and their histories.

When Dew was away on tour and Sunshine stayed behind, they were messaging constantly and calling every day, at least so they could say “Good night, I love you.”

Also, do not fucking wrong one of them, because the other will make your life hell.

They often refer to each other as soulmates and if Ghoul-mating bonds didn’t require a certain thing from either of them that neither wanted to/could give, they would absolutely do it.

✨t4t edition✨

Sunshine who gets all of Dew’s old skirts and dresses that just make him dysphoric now. Sunshine also gives Dew her old wardrobe that’s more “masculine”.

And of course they share everything for whenever they feel like trying something different.

As Sunny’s hair grows out, Dew teaches her how to take care of it and let’s her practice on his own. He also teaches her how to do her make-up, and little “tricks” about womanhood.

Sunshine who helps Dew pack and bind, and reminds him to take binder breaks. She also makes sure that Dew has plenty of oversized T-shirts clean for when he can’t wear his binder.

As Dew experiences more changes from his testosterone, she teaches him how to shave his face.

Sunshine helped Dew recover from his top surgery and practically doted on him like a Victorian maid.

They both turn to each other when they have bad dysphoria days and often are the only ones each other trust with it.

They serve as each other’s reminders to take their hormones and Dew helps give Sunny her oestrogen shot when her nerves get the best of her and she can’t do it herself.

Yeah, just ✨them✨

[everybodyshusband]

you slipped into my askbox yesterday with horny thoughts and now I'm here but in need of fluff. dysphoria hit hard today, what would u say about some fluffy, maybe little hurt/lots of comfort raindrop/swissraindrop with transmasc dew drabble? pretty please, husband 👉👈

i'm sorry the dysphoria has been hitting you hard, my friend. i hope you're feeling a little better today <3

under the cut: some swissraindrop hurt/comfort for you, as requested <3

~

Dew sniffles and hugs his pillow closer to his chest in the darkness of his room. Everything just felt so wrong. He can’t even pinpoint one singular reason as to why he feels so awful—although in all honesty, it’s probably a combination of many, many things—so he can’t brainstorm a way out of his problem; all he can do is lie in his bed feeling sorry for himself, and try his best not to cry.

Before his head can let his thoughts spiral any further, a soft knock on the door jolts him out of his misery. “‘S open!” He calls out, voice cracking as he speaks for the first time all day. He feels his body sag with relief as Swiss’ easy grin appears around the doorframe.

The grin quickly slides off of his face, however, when the multi ghoul sees Dew lying curled in on himself. “Awh, baby… What’s goin’ on, Dewy?” Swiss pads quietly over to the bed, mattress dipping as he sits down.

Dew nearly sobs openly when Swiss places a gentle hand on the fire ghoul’s cheek, swiping at the tears gathering on his lashes. The gesture is sweet and tender, and it’s exactly what Dew needs. “Just feel like… shit,” he admits. “Dunno why though.” He sniffles, lifting one of his own hands up from where he had been squeezing the pillow and covering Swiss’ hand with his own. The multi ghoul’s skin is warm. Comforting. “Probably a lotta things…”

Swiss strokes his thumb over Dew’s cheek gently. The action grounds the fire ghoul more than he’d like to admit. “That’s fine too, doll. If you’re upset, then you’re upset, yeah? You don’t always have to know why.”

Dew nods, unable to find words to reply with, but still wanting Swiss to know he appreciates his reassurance.

They stay like that for a while; Swiss’ fingers dragging softly over Dew’s cheeks as he sits up on the mattress, the fire ghoul holding onto the pillow and Swiss’ fingers as if they’re lifelines while he lies under the covers, both ghouls breathing the other in.

Swiss breaks the silence first. “D’you want me to go get Rainy? I know they’re better at the comforting you stuff than I am.” There’s no jealousy in Swiss’ tone, not bitterness. Just plain, simple honesty.

Dew considers for a moment before nodding. He wants to be able to curl up against the water ghoul and soak in their cool, comforting temperature. …But he also doesn’t want Swiss to leave, and the way the multi ghoul phrased his suggestion made it sound like he’s planning on doing just that. Then again, he’s been comforted by Rain without Swiss by their side more times than he can count, and he’s been fine, so maybe it won’t matter if the multi ghoul leaves for a while. “D’you mind?”

“No, baby, not at all. I’ll go get ‘em. They’ll be here soon, ‘kay?” The second Swiss pulls his hand away and stands up, Dew can’t help but whine involuntarily, already missing the multi ghoul’s touch.

“Wait. Please,” he mumbles quietly. “Will you… Stay? With me?”

Swiss’ face breaks into a delighted smile. “‘Course I’ll stay, Dewy. Might just take a little longer for Rain to find their way to us. That okay?”

Dew sniffles, but he feels himself smile a little at Swiss’ pleased grin. “Yeah,” he nods. “Yeah, that’s okay.” He gestures for the multi ghoul to climb into the bed with him and snuggles against his chest. He’s warm, and it’s lovely, Dew thinks. Even if he’s still not feeling great, at least he’s feeling better, and once Rain gets there, hopefully he’ll start feeling a bit more like himself again.

It’s not long before there’s a second knock on Dew’s door, but this time, it’s Swiss who calls for the knocker to come in. Before the door even opens, Dew knows it’s Rain; they have a specific knock pattern that Dew memorised long ago, and he’s sure Swiss has done the same. They open the door and peek their head around with a hand covering their eyes, smirking.

“Are you both decent?” They tease, probably knowing full well that their partners are doing nothing but cuddling innocently.

“Just come and cuddle us, viridis,” Dew mumbles quietly, his voice muffled in the hollow of Swiss’ chest, impatient to feel Rain’s comforting presence now that the water ghoul is almost within arm’s reach.

There must still be something in Dew’s voice that gives him away—or maybe they just simply know him too well—because Rain’s smirk falters and they drop their hand from their eyes, looking at the fire ghoul in concern. “Sundew, are you okay, my darling?”

Swiss beckons Rain over with his free hand, lifting the covers on Dew’s side of the bed. The water ghoul easily slips under the blanket and slots themselves into their mini, impromptu ghoul pile, their cool skin proving a perfect balance to Swiss and Dew’s combined warmth, just as the fire ghoul had hoped. Once Rain has settled themselves into the pile comfortably, Dew chooses to move his head out of Swiss’ chest to the pillow above so he can face Rain properly, and both other ghouls wrap their arms around him tightly. As Dew organises himself into a comfortable position, he feels Swiss shift, leaning over him to mutter something in Rain’s ear that he can’t quite make out—presumably something in answer to the question the water ghoul posed to Dew that the fire ghoul never quite got around to answering.

Once Swiss finishes speaking, Rain wraps their arms around Dew tighter and leans forward, pressing a gentle kiss to the fire ghoul’s forehead. “I’m sorry I didn’t come and find you earlier, sundew,” they whisper softly against his ear. They pull away from his ear, but not as far as Dew was expecting, only enough to pass their eyelashes softly over his cheek, making the fire ghoul huff out a laugh of surprise at the tickle of it.

“‘S okay,” Dew murmurs back. It’s louder than he means to with Rain still fluttering their eyes across his cheek. “Swiss helped.” The multi ghoul gives a squeeze around Dew’s middle at the mention of his name. The corner of Dew’s mouth twitches up, and he leans gratefully into the multi ghoul’s hold.

Rain chases Dew’s face with their own after he leans away and ghosts their eyelashes over his lips. Dew has to resist the urge to stick his tongue out and lick them. Instead, he giggles in a way that is decidedly un-Dew-like—he resents (not really, but a ghoul’s got to keep up appearances) the implication that Swiss and Rain would probably say the opposite; that he always sounds like that when he laughs—and pulls back to ask Rain what in Hell’s name they’re doing.

“Kissing you,” they reply simply, as if that explains everything.

Even Swiss chuckles at that. “Baby…” He’s clearly very amused by this whole situation. “You kiss people with your lips. You know that.”

“These, my loves,” they start, and Dew will forever staunchly admit that the affection meant for both him and Swiss at the same time does nothing to give him the warm fuzzies, despite it absolutely doing just that, “are butterfly kisses.” Rain continues ghosting their lashes all over Dew’s face as they speak, making the fire ghoul squirm and laugh under their touch. “Mountain showed me. They’re supposed to feel like butterflies flitting across your face. Close your eyes, sundew. Can you feel it?”

Dew blinks at their words, doing his best to communicate his confusion, but closes his eyes without complaint, smiling as he indulges in his partner’s wishes. He’s surprised to find that, once his eyes are closed and he relaxes himself as well as he can, it really does feel like butterfly wings brushing up against his cheeks, lips and nose. It’s strangely calming, and almost grounding, in a way, despite the softness of the barely-there touch. Slowly, as their touch continues, Dew finds the horrible uncomfortable-ness from earlier melting away under the brush of Rain’s eyelashes and Swiss’ gentle hold.

It’s not a conscious action, but after some time passes, Dew realises he’s been purring. Swiss is massaging over Dew’s front and shoulders, tracing his fingers lightly over the faded scars adorning the fire ghoul’s chest from where his arms are wrapped around the fire ghoul, and one of Rain’s hands strokes at Dew’s cheek while the other cards through his hair. His partners’ touch is so tragically comforting that he can’t help but let his eyes slowly slip closed, allowing himself to drift in and out of consciousness, tangled in the warm-cool embrace of both his partners.

He thinks he trills out a sleepy “thank you, love you” and he thinks he hears two equally sleepy replies, but he’s so tired that he truly doesn’t know. All he knows is that, while he still doesn’t feel great, nor does he know the reason for his misery, he’s in Swiss and Rain’s arms, and for now, that means he’s safe, he’s warm, and he’s happy.

~

oh, and very quickly !

dew calls rain viridis which is a shortening of chromis viridis (blue-green damselfish), a species of fish that looks like this:

[iamthecomet]

ok hot idea! rain is getting fucked against the counter by one of the ghouls, overflowed with cum feeling it drip down his legs making a puddle. then being filled to the brim and overstimulated~

he's trying to be quiet but instead becomes super loud~

what a messy ghoul!

Extra messy transmasc Rain under the cut.

"Cunt" and "clit" used in reference to Rain's anatomy. <3

Rain only has one leg on the floor--and it's going to give out. He can feel the tremor in it building towards uncontrollable along with the orgasm Swiss is trying to wring out of him.

His other leg his shoved up onto the counter, knee bent. Swiss holds his thigh, pressing it down into the granite as he fucks Rain. Each rough thrust drags Rain's clit against the cool stone. If you'd told him twenty minutes ago that he could cum like this he would have laughed. But now? Three, almost four, orgasms later? He can barely think beyond chasing extra friction, grinding his swollen clit against the slick stone. Meeting Swiss thrust for thrust.

Swiss tangles his free hand in Rain's hair, pulls his head away from where he'd dropped it against the counter after he came the last time. Going boneless. He was already pliant, always putty in Swiss hands when he really gets going. But now? Now he's nothing but the raw nerves of his pleasure. The ebb and flow of it. The way he can feel himself get wetter and drip onto the stone beneath him. His clit slips through his own slick.

Rain can't help the noise, can't help how loud he is. Every echoing noise that's rung out of him deepens his blush. Everyone in the ghoul wing can hear him, he knows it. He's powerless against it. When Swiss first pressed him up against the counter and shoved his hand down his pants--he tried to be quiet. But then Swiss turned him around, pulled his pants down, spread him open, and dropped to his knees. He buried his face in Rain's cunt. And Rain wailed, high and desperate. He hasn't stopped making noise since then. Not since he came on Swiss' tongue and around his fingers. Not since Swiss shoved him further up the counter and drove home with one brutal thrust. Swiss shifts a little, he changes the angle and his next thrust hits something that makes Rain's vision white out. He'd fall back onto the counter if it wasn't for Swiss' iron grip in his hair.

He cums on the next thrust, his knee finally buckling. Swiss keeps him up with the press of his hips. He feels himself get wetter, hears the squelch of Swiss' next thrust. He hangs his head forward. Dark sweaty curls falling into his face. Swiss doesn't stop fucking him. Doesn't give him time to come down or breathe. He keeps his brutal pace. Dragging Rains' oversensitive clit through the pool of slick on the countertop with each hard thrust. Rain tries to find something to dig his claws into, to hold on, desperate for something to ground him. He only finds cold smooth stone, his palms slip against it. "Satanas, Rainy. You're so fucking wet, you're dripping on the floor. Filthy." "I--" "He can't help it," a voice--sounds like Dew--from the other side of the room interjects. "He's a slut." Rain hadn't heard anyone else come in, didn't realize he had an audience. He goes even darker. He tries to pull out of Swiss' grip, to drop his head to his forearm to hide the way his cheeks have gone violet. "Is that right?" Swiss asks, he's finally starting to get breathless. The hand on Rain's thigh pressed down a little harder.

"Look at the mess he's made," Dew says. His voice is dismissive, but Rain hears the rasp of his zipper all the same. "You better make him clean it up." Rain whines. Swiss groans low. "Fuck. Keep talking, Dew. He gets so tight when you talk." Dew chuckles. Rain hears the sound of him walking closer. Probably leaning against the table behind them now. "He just likes to be talked about like he isn't in the room. Like he's just a hole to be filled." "He is." Swiss hisses. Swiss finally lets go of Rain's hair and Rain falls forward, pillowing his forehead on his arm as he keens. He tries to hold it back, doesn't want to give Dew the satisfaction. But between Swiss' laser guided thrusts and the grind of his clit on the counter he's close again, teetering on an edge he can't seem to fall off of. He sobs against his arm. Swiss swears, his thrust getting sloppier. "Fill him up good, Swiss." Dew cuts in. "I want to see it dripping down his legs." "You gonna lick it up?" Swiss grits out. "Maybe," Dew says. "Depends on if he's crying or not." "I'm gonna--Swiss--oh no, oh shit," Rain wails, his head thrashing. "Right there with you, Rainy."

Rain's orgasm hits him hard. He feels it in every muscle, so intense it almost hurts. He feels each pulse of his cunt around Swiss' cock. Swiss makes a low gut-punched noise when he cums, grinding his hips against Rain's ass as he does. When Swiss pulls out, Rain feels the hot rush of cum slip from his body and down his leg. Swiss lets go of his leg and Rain almost slips off of the counter and onto the floor. He gets his foot under him just as he feels the drag of an overly warm finger up the inside of his thigh. Dew presses tight against him, and shoves that finger into Rain's slack mouth. Rain leaves at it with his finger, tasting himself and the salt-tang of Swiss. Rain shifts, tries to put his other foot back on the floor, but Dew's free hand pins it in place. "Did you really think you were done?" Dew chuckles. "You're not even crying yet."

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Title: Dewdrops Tits

Summary:

Dew often sleeps shirtless when he's on his own, he tends to run hot since he became a fire ghoul. He wouldn't dream of parading around bare chested like the other guys did, but in the privacy of his own room his tits didn't bother him. Small and unobtrusive as they were he had opted not go with top-surgery. For one the recovery time wouldn't align with Ghosts touring schedule, and with all the layers they wore on stage it wasn't like anybody could notice his chest anyway.

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Dewdrop sleeps shirtless, and in his drowsy morning state he forgets to cover up his chest before heading to the kitchen where all his packmates are already enjoying breakfast.

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