YES.

DAMN.

Kinktober - Day 19 - Hate Sex

1.4k of sort of angsty Born Under A Troubled Sign - style Mountain/Dew hate fucking. Including rough sex, improper prep, some angst, knotting, overstimulation. Could be read as dubious consent but everyone is fully aware and on board with what they're doing despite the pheromones and emotions at play.

No need to read Born Under a Troubled Sign to know what's happening. But if you haven't and you like angst you should check it out.

Dew thought this would never happen again. That Mountain would never look at him like this. That he’d never feel the calloused drag of Mountain’s hands over his ribs. That he would never feel small like this again. 

Mountain’s fingers dig in and Dew knows he should pull away. Mountain’s eyes are clouded. He’s not himself. Deep in his rut, mind fuzzy. Body driven by instinct rather than heart and Dew knows deep in his bones that if Mountain was thinking clearly he wouldn’t do this. 

And so, Dew should stop him. Should grab Mountain by the wrists before his hands slide any higher. Before rough thumbs pass over his nipples, hook into the rings there, pull until Dew gasps. 

Dew should stop him but he doesn’t. He’s hard. Mountain’s knee is pressed tight between his legs, and Dew’s rolling his hips up against Mountain’s thigh with very little thought. He hasn’t been pinned beneath this big body in months. Hasn’t smelled him like this, looked at him like this. And Dew doesn’t want to stop. 

Not when Mountain is gazing down at him with lust blown eyes. An expression Dew thought he lost to his own bad choices. His chest constricts, heart hurting in his chest, but he can’t stop. Won’t. He wants it, needs it. 

“Mount,” he whispers. Hoping that Mountain can break free of this spell himself. That Dew doesn’t have to be the one to stop it because he doesn’t trust himself. If he talks to Mountain enough. Reminds him who is pinned beneath him, maybe he’ll back off on his own. It’ll probably break Dew’s heart but that’s nothing new. 

“Mountain,” he tries again. Reaching up to cup Mountain’s face between his hands, to force the bigger ghoul to look at him–really look at him. Mountain snarls at him, teeth bared. He shakes out of Dew’s grip. 

And Dew feels the gravity of what is really happening set in. Mountain knows. Of course he does. Even fucked up on pheromones he can’t forget. He knows and he’s still thumbing over one of Dew’s nipples. Still pressing his thigh tight to Dew’s aching cock. 

Dew doesn’t know if the tightening in his chest is joy or dread. He presses a palm to the back of Mountain’s neck, holds on. Fingers stroking into the soft baby hairs there. Familiar. Like he’s finally come home. 

“It’s just this once,” Mountain grits out. Fumbling with his zipper. Reaching for Dew’s so he can pull them off of Dew’s skinny hips. It’s all moving so fast. Dew can’t quite catch up. Mind hazy from the scent of Mountain’s rut. From the way it feels to be under him again–he can’t hope to get himself on level ground. 

“Just let me,” Mountain continues. “Just once. I need it–I need–”

Dew nods. Hauling himself up to nose at Mountain’s neck. To fill himself on the scent of evergreen and juniper. He presses open mouthed kisses over Mountain’s skin, salty with sweat. 

“Just this once, Mount.” 

Dew wonders if Mountain knows it’s a lie. If they’re both just lying to themselves and each other about what this is going to do to them. It won’t make it better. He thinks they’ll probably do this again. Denial coursing through both of their bodies as they ruin each other. 

Mountain flips Dew over. Dew has no say in it. One moment he’s on his back and the next his face is in his own pillow. Mountain holds him down with a palm between his shoulderblades. He doesn’t have to. But Dew isn’t going to tell him that–he likes how it feels too much. To be held down. For Mountain to be a little rough with him, demanding. His stomach clenches, dick kicking between his legs, drooling precum onto the sheets. 

Mountain makes a gut punched sound as he spreads Dew open and finds him dripping with slick. Dew mirrors it when Mountain runs his finger through it. Smearing it over Dew’s already twitching hole. Pressing in with one finger just a little. Dew keens into the pillow. “Still so wet.” 

Dew doesn’t know how Mountain can talk like this. Fucked up as he is on his rut. Dew can’t form words. Not when Mountain is working him open. Pressing two fingers in to the third knuckle and scissoring them apart. 

“So warm,” Mountain says, reverence coloring his tone and Dew flushes, hiding his face in his pillow as he whimpers. He feels like he’s the one in heat. Rocking back against Mountain’s fingers, desperate for something else that sounds like a compliment. “Bet you’re still just as tight too.” 

Dew hiccups. Rolling his hips back as Mountain pets his fingers over Dew’s prostate. “Satanas, fuck Mountain just fuck me already. End this.” 

Before everything Mountain would have chided him for that. Even in a rut he always was level-headed enough to be gentle. But Dew doesn’t get that luxury this time. Mountain laughs at him, low and cruel and then his fingers are gone. Replaced by the blunt head of his cock. Pushing in. It’s a stretch, even with Dew’s copious slick. The burn isn’t unpleasant. It doesn’t hurt so much as it does overwhelm. Dew digs his teeth into his pillow. Ripping holes in the fabric. He’ll have to get a new one. He doesn’t care. 

Mountain’s fingers dig into his hips. He’ll have bruises. He’s glad for it. Knows he’ll replay this, dig his own fingers into those marks and cum about it later. Mountain doesn’t so much thrust as he does use Dew to fuck himself. Pushing and pulling the little ghoul. Dragging him up and down the bed as he pulls him onto his cock. Grunting and swearing as Dew bears down on him and wails each time Mountain bumps against his prostate. 

“Mount–touch me.” Dew’s lost to it, realizes it as the words tumble out of his mouth. He’s somewhere else–another time. Each rough thrust driving sense further and further away from him. 

“Touch yourself,” Mountain growls. Giving up on using Dew as a toy and snapping his hips forward. Driving Dew up the bed until his horns gouge into the headboard.

Dew hiccups on a sob and shoves his hand down between them. Getting a fist around his cock. Hot and twitching in his hand. Pre dribbling over his fingers. Each of Mountain’s thrusts fucks his dick into his own fist. He twists his hand up by the head the way Mountain always did for him. 

For a minute, Dew’s not sure he’ll cum at all, no matter how hard he is. Each of Mountain’s thrusts seeks to overwhelm, to claim. It’s too much. Dew can’t muddle through the sensations to find the right ones. But then his orgasm is roaring up on him. Unexpected. Dragging through his veins like electricity until he’s wailing with it. Shooting boiling hot over his own knuckles. Clenching down hard on Mountain, more slick drooling out of his hole as Mountain fucks him with abandon.  The edge of his knot bumping against Dew’s rim, pushing in a little further each time. Dew sags. Tears biting at the corner of his eyes. Body gone boneless as Mountain rails him. Cock twitching valiantly between his legs as Mountain abuses his prostate. It really is too much now, and Dew is about to say as much when Mountain shoves his knot in. Dew sobs with it–the sound drown out by Mountain’s growl as he cums. Holding Dew tight to him. Cock twitching and spitting deep inside of Dew’s body. 

Time suspends, stretches, as they both pant. Dew’s throat burns. Body sore and satisfied but mind racing. Fingers clenched tight in his sheets. Afraid to move, afraid to look at Mountain and see hatred on his face even after all of this. 

Mountain sits back on his haunches and pulls Dew with him. Almost sitting him on his lap except for how Dew stays hunched over. 

Mountain reaches down, he strokes some of Dew’s hair out of his face so he can see him. Tucking golden locks behind his ear with gentleness that makes Dew’s chest ache. 

“Sorry,” Mountain whispers. “I should have been–”

Dew shakes his head. “Don’t.”  Mountain goes quiet. He lets Dew slump back to the bed. He pets Dew’s spine with slow soothing strokes that make the burning in Dew’s throat worse. He’s exhausted, fucked out, hazy. He wants to reach up and pull Mountain down with him. Wants to spoon while they wait for Moutnain’s knot to go down. He doesn’t. That feels more intimate than this. It’s a thing for people who actually like each other.

Tears well in Dew’s eyes. He bites back a sob and promises himself he won’t cry until Mountain’s gone.

You have me CACKLING. Funniest shit ever 🙏

Imagine; Dew and Rain sitting by the lake (sunglasses on cause it looks cool) on a hot day as Aeon walks by and the two of them just lusting after new bug and telling each other what depraved things they would like to do to him (getting really horny of course). Poor little innocent Aeon waves to them, not knowing anything at all 😭😏

All of these Phantom asks in my inbox are assembling themselves into a delightful little series!!

Spiritual successor to "Phantom chokes himself while jerking off to Raindrop" and "Raindrop makes a mess on the couch while talking nasty about Phantom"

1.5k words of Rain and Dew objectifying an oblivious Phantom on the beach.

“I bet he likes to be choked,” Rain murmurs, shifting to conceal his also thickening cock.

“You know he does, just look at him. That’s the face of a guy who just wants to black out a little when he comes.”

It’s a sizzling hot summer day and the ghouls are all trying to keep cool by the lake, the whole pack spread out on the shores and basking in the shallows as the afternoon sun beats down on their shimmering skin. Dew and Rain are sitting in beach chairs, letting the heat of the day dry them off after a morning of swimming—both wearing large, dark sunglasses as they watch the rest of the ghouls frolic around.

Dew extracts a pack of cigarettes from the cup holder of his chair and slides one out, bringing it to his lips and lighting it with a flash of his fire element. Rain watches him intently as he smokes, his eyes following the plume of smoke that rolls off of Dew’s tongue as the fire ghoul examines the activity on the beach in front of them.

Phantom is sitting close to the water with Cirrus and Cumulus, the three ghouls digging enthusiastically in the wet sand as they build a large pile that seems to have hopes of one day being a sandcastle. Dew scowls as he watches them, reaching a hand up to itch at the messy bun of blond hair piled between his horns.

“Checking out your boyfriend?” Rain deadpans, following Dew’s gaze. Dew gives him a derisive snort in return, smoke puffing out of his nose.

“You’re the one insisting he wants to fuck you so bad,” Dew grumbles, taking another deep drag off his cigarette. Rain smirks.

Dew and Rain have been having a back-and-forth about the new quintessence ghoul recently. They’ve noticed Phantom’s interest in them—always stealing glances in the dressing room, watching them longingly as they snuggle in the den during movie nights—and it’s clear that their young new bandmate is hoping that they’ll invite him in to play.

Dew and Rain have yet to discuss whether they actually want to do that or not. They’ve been too busy arguing over which one of them Phantom wants to fuck more, and what they envision the other ghoul will do to the shy new guitarist once they get him alone.

“Oh, I mean he clearly wants to fuck me more. But I’m generous. You can be the one to date him if you want.”

“I don’t want to date him, dumbass,” Dew hisses, smoke rolling out between his gritted fangs.

“Yes, you do. You want him to bring you a bouquet of flowers and tell you you’re pretty while he makes sweet, gentle love to you.”

Dew flicks his cigarette butt at the water ghoul, and it bounces off of Rain’s damp skin with a hiss. Rain cackles. Dew’s too easy. One day he’ll learn that Rain won’t tease him so much if he doesn’t give him such a big reaction, but today is not that day.

“I think you’re projecting, Rainy,” Dew sneers. “You’re obsessed with him. I’ve seen the way you stare back at him when he watches you get changed. You’re hoping he’ll pick up on you mentally begging him to corner you backstage and fuck the piss out of you.”

“Fuck the what?” Rain laughs, a bit nervously.

“You heard me,” Dew replies, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead. “You want the new kid’s dick in your ass.”

Rain scoffs, turning his attention away from Dew to examine the three ghouls making their sand pile.

“Talk about projecting.”

“The only thing projecting is gonna be Phantom’s come into your butthole.”

Rain scowls.

“You like how tall he is. You want him to pick your little ass up and carry you across the threshold of your bedchambers like his virgin bride.”

“I bet he’d be so nervous,” Dew continues, ignoring the water ghoul. “And you’d fucking love that, you sicko. God, I bet he’d just—tremble about how beautiful you are, and you’d eat that shit right up.”

“Well, it’s not like anyone else ever tells me I’m beautiful,” Rain huffs.

“He’d probably come in like three strokes, all embarrassed and apologetic, and you’d be over the moon.”

Rain lifts his glasses to squint at Dew with his blue eyes.

“What, like the last time I let you top?”

The spade of Dew’s tail digs into the sand.

“I lasted for five strokes, thank you.”

Rain snickers and Dew smiles, a tinge of blush creeping under his sunglasses.

“And let me, please. You were begging for it.”

Rain shrugs with a sly grin, dropping his glasses down on his nose and settling back in his chair.

“Potato, tomato.”

“Potato, potahto, dumbass.”

Rain flicks sand at Dew’s leg with his tail, making the fire ghoul cry out in protest.

“But seriously,” Dew says with a scowl, brushing sand off of his sweaty skin. “What would you do to that little freak if you got your hands on him?”

Rain wiggles his nose, looking out over the beach as Phantom stands up to go fetch a bucket. The lanky quintessence ghoul brushes sand off his black swim trunks as he walks, the wet fabric clinging to his shapely ass as Dew and Rain stare.

“Well, I feel like I’d have to start with taking a good look at his dick ring, right?” Rain says.

“Right,” Dew replies. “Makes sense. Gotta see if the rumors are true.”

“Exactly. Then I’d make him take a good look at my cock. Really describe how pretty it is, you know. Tell me how much he wants to suck it.”

“Narcissist.”

“Just a realist, thanks. Anyway, I’d let him keep going until he couldn’t stand it anymore and just starts begging to suck my cock. Pleading. He wants to suck my dick so bad there are tears in his big purple eyes.”

Dew sighs.

“Are you writing a romance novel? Get to the part that’s gonna make my dick hard.”

Rain swats at Dew with the spade of his tail.

“Will you let me set the stage? Satan have mercy,” Rain grumbles. “So, he’s begging to suck my cock, just beside himself for it, right, and I decide to be benevolent and reward him. So I stroke his cheek, tell him what a good boy he is. How proud I am of how patient he’s being. Then I grab him by the horns and just… fuck the shit out of his face.”

“Mmmhmm,” Dew affirms, quickly reaching down to adjust the crotch of his swim trunks as he stares at Phantom.

“Like… really nasty style,” Rain continues. “He’s crying, he’s gagging, he loves it. Says he wants me deeper. He takes me all the way down, nose buried in my pubes, moaning like a whore. When I come, I’m so far in he doesn’t even need to swallow. Just unload straight down his throat.”

Dew nods thoughtfully, resting a hand over his chubby dick.

“What about you?” Rain asks him, momentarily turning away from Phantom to glance at the fire ghoul.

“Well,” Dew says. “Obviously, I’ve been watching all of this play out.”

“Of course,” Rain responds. “We do everything together.”

“Right. And I was honestly gonna have him suck my dick, but I’ll mix it up for the sake of keeping things interesting.”

“So generous.”

“Have you noticed that he has his tongue pierced?” Dew asks. “I wanna feel it on my asshole.”

“Ooh,” Rain purrs. “I’m jealous I didn’t think of that one.”

Dew nods, his own tongue flickering over his lips as he watches Phantom and Cumulus shake wet sand loose from an upturned bucket.

“So I’ll just have him eat my ass like he’s trying to make the Olympics for it, really show me all the things that fancy tongue can do. I’ll wrap my tail around his neck—loosely, at first, just to hold him in place—but once he gets really into it, I’ll give him a little choke. Just for fun.”

“I bet he likes to be choked,” Rain murmurs, shifting to conceal his also thickening cock.

“You know he does, just look at him. That’s the face of a guy who just wants to black out a little when he comes.”

Dew and Rain stare intently at Phantom, who glances over and notices them looking his way. He grins brightly, giving them an enthusiastic wave. Dew and Rain smile weakly, giving him a wave in return—their hands casually hiding their semi-erect dicks.

“Then after he’s done tonguing my asshole, I’ll tell him to stop wasting time and fuck it already.”

“I knew it.”

“I know what I like,” Dew shrugs, reaching for his pack of cigarettes and withdrawing another one. He lights it and takes a deep drag, exhaling with a sigh as Rain watches him. Phantom continues to glance over their way, giving the two ghouls a curious look.

“So are you gonna ask him or should I?” Rain says dryly, examining his fingernails. Dew groans.

“You do it, I don’t want him to think I’m too excited about this or anything.”

Rain snickers, moving down to sit on the far edge of his beach chair.

“Hey, Phantom!” he calls, cupping his hand around his mouth. Phantom and the ghoulettes look up, giving Rain their full attention.

“Are you busy tonight?” Rain yells.

“No!” Phantom calls back. “Why, what’s up?”

“Please don’t scream it down the fucking beach,” Dew mutters, rubbing his eyes under his sunglasses.

“Do you want to fuck us?”

Dew sighs.

“…What?” Phantom calls back.

“I said, do you want to fuck us?” Rain screams.

“…What?” Phantom squeaks.

THIS^^

My favorite things about the ghouls in fanfics:

- different personal shaped horns

- split tongues

-blushing in their signature colour/ skin/ eye colour in their s.c.

- sleeping in cuddle piles

- detailed description of scents

-said it once I’ll say it again. tails (also neat if they are personalised Like c‘mon)

- the way rain is written in a different way in basically every fanfic

-the ghoulettes. No matter what they do, just gotta love em

-the way theyre smoking pot in so many fics (bonus points if mountain grew it in his garden)

- purring/ growling

Edit:

-water ghouls having gills ofc ofc

-top surgery scars

-Sodo having small water characteristics left from before the transformation

Feel free to add on

CHAPEL OF RIZZTUAL COMING IN AGAIN FUELING THE FREAKY FUCKS OF TUMBLR🙏

Thinking about that one vid of Phantom dropping to his knees for Dew…how easy he went down ….so unprompted…

Hmmmmm please say more. Please. Pretty please? 🥺

“On your knees.” 

That was the first thing Phantom heard when he walked into the dressing room, fresh off stage. He’d only just had time to hand his guitar off to a stage hand and take his helmet and balaclava off. 

He dropped to his knees without a second thought, watching as Dew steps out from the shadows. 

“Open your mouth.” 

His mouth drops open. He doesn’t even think about it, just obeys the command. The bored, unimpressed look on Dews face only makes him want to obey more, to be good for him. 

“Hands behind your back.” 

His hands are behind his back faster then he can even register. The way Dew is ordering him around, like it’s nothing to him, had his cock twitching on his pants. 

He fidgets on his knee, his cock rapidly filling out and pressing against the zipper of his jeans. Dew walks over to him, standing between his legs and presses a boot covered foot into his crotch. 

“Be still.” 

Phantom stills immediately, despite the pressure Dew was putting on his dick. He desperately wanted to roll his hips onto the bottom of Dews boot but the look Dew was giving him made him want to shrink back and hide. 

Dew places two fingers under Phantom's chin and tilts his head back so he’s look up at the fire ghoul. He smiles down at him, but it’s sinister, filling Phantom with worry and fear. 

“Good boy.” 

Phantom couldn’t stop the whimper that left his lips even if he tried. Dew laughs at him, throwing his head back. 

“Satan, you’re pathetic.” 

Phantom whimpers again, his eyes fluttering, filling with tears. 

Dew laughs again, taking a few steps back until the back of knees hit the sofa and he sits, spreading his legs wide. 

“Come.” He points to the floor between his legs. 

Phantom goes to stand but gets cut off by the stern look Dew gives him. 

“No.” Dew shakes his head at him. “I didn’t say you could stand, did I?” He point to the floor between his legs once again. “Now, come. Don’t make me ask you again.” 

Phantom crawls towards him on all fours, ignoring how his knees crack beneath him. Dew smiles at him once again, sinister and full of fangs. 

“Good puppy.” 

A moan is punched out of Phantom and his hips buck onto the air. Dews smile is replaced back with that unimpressed look from before and he pushes his boot back into the hard outline of Phantoms cock. 

“I thought I told you to be still?” 

“I’m-im sorry. I just-“ He’s cut off by Dew tutting and shaking his head at him. 

“I didn’t say you could speak, did I?” Phantoms jaw snaps shut so fast the sound of his teeth clashing together echos around the the room. 

Dew looks down at him with disappointment written all over his face. “And I told you to keep your mouth open.” He shakes his head with a sign. “You’re not being very good, Phantom.”  The unshed tears from before roll down his cheeks now and he shudders. 

Dew shoves his thumbs between Phantoms lips and forces his jaw open. “Keep it open this time, or else I'll leave you here for someone else to find and use.” He shakes Phantoms head on his grasp. “Maybe you’ll be better behaved for Someone else.”  More tears run down Phantom cheeks and he lets out a gasped sob. Dew strokes along his cheek with one finger. “Oh I know, puppy. You’re trying so hard to be good.”

Phantom nods, looking up at Dew with big wet eyes. 

Dew undoes the strings of his jeans, pulling them down just enough to pull his cock out. Phantom drools at the sight of it, the only thing he can think about is it being shoved down his throat so hard he can’t breath. 

Dew hits the head of cock against Phantom bottom lip, smearing precum with the saliva that wets his lip. 

“Yeah? You want it, puppy?” 

Phantom nods, unable to take his eyes away from Dew.  Dew uses Phantoms horns to guide his mouth onto his cock, letting it sit in his mouth for a second before pulling his head down all the way so Phantoms nose is  buried in his pubes. He gives a few experimental thrusts, feeling his head nudging at the back of Phantom throat. 

He looks down at Phantom, watching his eyes roll back into his skull as his mouth gets used. Dew smiles down at him, a proper smile this time. “Good boy.” 

I have many inappropriate things to say, I could write a damn essay if I wanted to.

that angst hurt... ANYWAY, look how huge this fucker is

This right here is the truth, and the truth only.

It would start off super sweet and soft, but end in blood, sweat, AND TEARS.

Mountain the type of mf to split you in half, make you come so hard you black out, then politely thank you for a nice evening

“Aggressive.” - Swiss/Dew

+ some Mount content.

Kinktober day 3: hate sex WARNING: no prep used

Sorry it’s very late, I’m working on it >:( For now, enjoy!

He doesn’t know how long they’ve been like this, nor does he care. He’s so fucking over it.

Dew and Swiss had been at each others throats for a week now, and no one knows why. The only thing that everyone knows is that they keep dragging Mountain into it, and he’s sick of it. He was happy to help in the beginning, thinking that it would settle their feud, but he soon found out how wrong he was.

If Mountain were to choose one’s side, the other would throw a fit. It only added the tension between the two, making them impossibly worse.

The sharp sound of glass shattering pulled him from his afternoon nap. He groaned, dragging himself to find where the sound came from. When he walked into the kitchen, he immediately spotted Dew and Swiss on opposite sides of the island. Swiss had Aurora and Phantom at his sides, and Dew had Rain and Cirrus at his own. “What the fuck happened.”

They all turned around, eyes wide and jaws hung open. Dew managed to slip out of the two ghoul’s hands and ran over to the earth ghoul. “Mount, Swiss was being mean..” He looked up at Mountain with watery eyes, his bottom lip jutting out slightly. “Don’t let him butter you up! The fucker threw a plate at me!” Dew growled in the multi’s direction.

“Enough. I’ve had enough of you two and your bullshit.” He spoke firmly, picking Dew up and throwing him over his shoulder. “The fuck do you think you’re doin?!” Mountain ignored the fire ghoul, making his way in long strides over to Swiss. “I’ve tried to help, but it seems like neither of you want to listen.” He wrapped an arm around Swiss’ waist, hauling him underneath his arm.

“Mount, what are you doing?!” He growled down at Swiss, and he went silent. He grumbled all the way back to the hall about how tired he was and how they woke him up from his nap, but the two couldn’t focus on a word he was saying. They knew they were fucked, Mountain was pissed.

Kicking open the door and dropping the two gentle onto the floor, he crossed his arms and stared at the two. “You two are going to stay in here until you settle whatever issue you’ve got going on. I don’t care if you talk it out or fuck it out, just do whatever you need to do to fix it.” And with that he slammed the door shut, locking it from the outside.

Swiss winced as he stood, holding onto his side. “He didn’t have to be so- shit- fucking rough.” Dew rolled his eyes and stood as well, crossing his arms. “Can handle getting roughed up? Pathetic.” Dew scoffed, rolling his eyes. Within a second, he went from standing to being pinned down onto the bed. “Swiss- get the fuck off me!” He hissed and scratched, but failed, going limp under the multi.

“The only reason we’re like this right now is because you can’t take a fucking joke.” Dew laughed, turning his head. “You call that a joke? You insulted my appearance.” Swiss looks down at him with disbelief. “Yes! It was a fucking joke, Dew! I said you looked like death, I was just trying to lighten the mood.” The fire ghoul rolled his eyes, mocking Swiss. “Yeah right.”

Swiss flipped him over in one swift movement, dragging his hips up. “You always have such a nasty attitude about everything just to get attention. You want attention so bad? I’ll give it to you.” With that, he tore Dew’s sweatpants off and threw them to the side. “Wait, wait, wait- Swiss,“ He growled and Dew shut his mouth as fast as he’d opened it.

Swiss undid his jeans, kicking them off with his boxers and giving himself a few strokes. He positioned himself behind the ghoul, roughly grappling his hips. “Prep- Swiss, prep-“ Swiss laughed, thick and laced with venom. “You don’t need prep, you’ve had Mountain wrapped around your finger.” He leaned down, right next to Dew’s ear, whispering innocently into his ear-

“These walls are thin, Dew.”

He pushed into Dew, bottoming out in one fluid thrust. A scream attempted to escape from his throat, but all that came out was choked breath. Swiss set a brutal pace, not giving him the chance to catch his breath. “You talk all that shit just to end up like this, crying beneath me. So pathetic.” He mocked, already breathless. Dew knew the multi was close, but if he could say different about himself he would.

He was so embarrassingly close from Swiss ramming directly into that one spot that made him see stars. He moaned, high-pitched and feminine. His vision went white as he came hard, entire body spasming and giving out. The feeling of Dew tightening around him sent him flying over the edge, doubling over Dew’s sweaty back.

He pulled out, bringing Dew to his chest. “Shit- Was I too rough, maybe I should’ve prepped you- Fuck, I’m sorry.” Dew came to, looking up at Swiss before pushing him back and smothering him with a kiss. “No, I’m sorry. You’re right, I need to learn how to take a joke and stop being so aggressive. Can we just go back to the way it was, please?” He flopped down onto Swiss’ chest, visibly deflating.

“I’ve missed this..” Swiss chuckled, nodding and pulling the blanket up and onto them. “Anything for you, spitfire.”

Thank you for the food 🙏

I found this Swiss picture completely by accident and I thought y'all deserve to see it too because c'mon look at him.

Credit : Ryan Chang

Aurora and Phantom

Reblogs are appreciated 🙏

hey i just read your size difference dew x mountain fic and was thinking...what about dew and aether size difference? not like mountain's but aether is WIDE and has big hands and chubby body and and and ???

Hello anon!! Thank you for writing in with such a beautiful ask!

Remember when I said that this made me have big brain ideas and it'd take me a hot second to write it? Yeah, it's because I buried your wonderful little smut ask in like 10,000 words of angst. 🥲 Sorry!!

Bury Me Alive

Rating: Explicit

Words: 14,905 | 3 chapters

Pairing: Water!Dew/Aether

Summary: The ministry performs an unorthodox summoning ritual in their desperate need for a new water ghoul, and Aether finds his life unexpectedly turned upside down. Aether struggles to balance his increasingly more intimate friendship with the new little ghoul with his serious relationship back home—and his growing fear of getting sent back to the pits.

Contains: Angst and feelings with a happy-ish ending, everyone has anxiety, Aether is a big idiot but Satan bless him he's trying his best, some slightly irresponsible use of quintessence magic, brand new sweet little innocent virgin Water!Dew, size difference kink, gill play, praise kink, some breeding kink if you squint, anal fingering, anal sex, original ghoul character

Read more on AO3!