⁺‧₊˚ ཐི summary: Dew ties rain up and lets his tentacle take care of him, they have some (un)expected guests
Rain/Dew Rain/Mountain/Cirrus/Aurora
⁺‧₊˚ ཐི warnings: tentacles, slighttttt dubcon warning, implied negotiation off screen though. Trans rain (cunt clit folds tentacle used for his anatomy), she/her rains tentacle as god intended
⁺‧₊˚ ཐི authors note: I wrote this forever ago and finally half edited it lmfao enjoy!
Rain arms were beginning to fall asleep from where they had been tied behind him. A thick blue rope digging into his wrists and his own dark blue panties sticking out of his mouth. They were soaked, half with saliva and half with his own slick, the taste invading his senses. Heady and musky, the shame making his eyes cross.
Dew knelt between his legs, hands on his shins pushing them up against his thighs. He was practically bent in half, the only thing preventing him from spreading any more was his own position against the back of the couch. Rains pretty cunt was on full display, glistening and threatening to drip onto the towel. At least Dew had some decency, though it was more than likely a threat from aether from some other shenanigans Rain barely remembers. It made him more embarrassed somehow, knowing he couldn’t control himself to the point of making a complete mess when given the opportunity.
Dew rubbed along his folds, prodding at the sheath trying to coax her out.
It wiggled from under Rains clit, something writhing from beneath the thin skin. A purple hue pushed and fought to be released, slick starting to drip from where she was hiding. Rain whined from behind his gag as Dew pushed a finger under the skin, feeling her start to grab at him.
“Oh there she is Rainy, was hoping she would come out to play” Dew grinned and stroked it gently, thumbing over the suckers while Rain squirmed. His tentacle was sensitive, but even more so, willing, which Dew enjoyed using to his advantage. Something within its genetic nature seeking something tight and wet to abuse, much to the detriment of Rain.
The tentacle wriggled to squeeze Dews hand as he led it downwards to persuade it into Rains cunt. It was just thick enough to make Rain jolt from the stretch, giving a deep breath trying to quickly adjust to the feeling.
“There you go, perfect boy” Dew cooed with a kiss to his thigh, “gonna just leave you here all tied up, see what the other ghouls think of such a sight. I’d be selfish if I didn’t share”
There was a small panic behind Rains eyes, attempting to fight against his restRaints as his tentacle slipped deeper inside of him. He lost sight of Dew as she stroked along the most sensitive parts of him, vision getting fuzzy and unreliable.
Mountain walked through the door first after a long couple minutes. Followed by Cirrus and Aurora who were hanging off each other non the wiser to the display around the corner. Rain couldn’t help but give a small whimper and try to shy his head away as he heard them walk into the living room about to find him tied up and on display.
The obscene wet noises from Rains tentacle fucking in and out of him were the first thing the other ghouls noticed. A pathetic whimper escaped through the cloth in his mouth as Rain tried to look away and hide himself the best he could. Head down and knees together even if the attempts were futile due to the ropes around him.
“Looks like someone left us a gift” Cirrus chuckled. She wasted no time before walking over the Rain and kneeling on the ground in front of him to get a good look at what was happening. Rains a sight to see, stretched wide with his tentacle relentlessly fucking in and out of him, drooling down his thighs and the towel.
“Pretty boy who left you like this?” Mountain knelt on the couch beside him, moving Rain to take a look at the ropes around his wrist. Rain cried as he was leaned forward, only adding to the pressure that was assaulting him inside.
“Think he would look better on your cock mount, he’s already been prepped too, might even be a bit loose from the looks of it” Aurora knelt on the floor with Cirrus, pushing her thumb into Rains hole next to his tentacle to see how loose and wet he really was. It went in easily, earning another whine from Rain.
A tear ran down Rains face as he convulsed and more slick gushed from his cunt, another orgasm being ripped out of him as Mountain pulled him into his lap. Aurora tried to coax his tentacle out of him as Mountain rubbed his hands up and down Rains body, grabbing at his tits.
“Just got yourself all fucked out and sloppy to take my cock huh baby boy?” Mountain nuzzled into Rains hair and slowly lowered him onto his cock. Aurora was right, he was perfectly stretched out, enough to take him with no resistance. Rain threw his head back with another muffled sound as Mountain pushed into him.
Rains tentacle wiggled along his thigh, slithering up and down his skin and wrapping around the exposed length of Mountains cock. Mountains thighs and lap were already soaked and sticky from Rain sitting on him and Cirrus and Aurora just stared up at the sight of Rains eyes crossing from how full he was.
“Clean him up” Mountain grunted, thrusting into Rain again “he’s a mess, and his tentacle looks like she needs some attention”
Cirrus put her hand to the tentacle, thumbing over a sucker and pulling it down to him and Aurora. It wasted no time diving for Cirrus’ mouth, the tip pushing right past her lips to curl over her tongue. Aurora licked up the length of it, kissing a sucker and down to Rains folds to gather his arousal on her tongue.
Rain thrashed from the stimulation, as Cirrus gave a hard suck, letting her teeth graze the sensitive skin. Aurora let his release drip onto her tongue before traveling back down the length to Cirrus’ mouth, giving the underside another small kiss.
The tentacle darted, trying to shove itself down Cirrus’ throat while Mountain bounced Rain on his cock. He was practically limp at this point, a perfect doll for Mountain to use. The show below them only made his pretty fleshlight even more of a treat.
Aurora mouthed at the side, Cirrus moving to try and kiss her lips over it. Mountain gave a low moan, squeezing Rains chest again as he watched Aurora and Cirrus practically make out with each other over the tentacle. Their mouths were both messy, covered in pure Rain.
“Gonna let me cum inside you Rainy?” Mountain mouthed at the side of Rains cheek, “gonna let me fill you up and get you ever messier?”
Rain nodded, body shaking as more tears slipped from his eyes.
“Maybe if you stay still Aurora and Cirrus will even clean you up afterwards”
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Was in the middle of working on a mini animation and our last nib broke and we move in a little over a week now provided the weather is good. Kind of late to order more so now we won't be able to draw for two weeks unless we desperately pull out our old tablet and learn to redraw on that thing.
I'm sobbing dying inside because we finally got off block and got our creativity back after nearly an entire year it feels like. Like we really got back into it.
I never really realized how much of a coping mechanism art was until we fell out of after healing from a lot of our trauma and now are dividing back into it since we're we're staying in the town that legitimately gave us all our worst traumas. And then of course the creativity came back.
Does make me wonder if we ever get comfortable enough if we'll ever even somewhat give drawing up. I say somewhat because we do want to try architecture but at the same time I have a feeling there a couple people down south that may very well resurface a lot of trauma for us. Which, while we don't exactly want and definitely try to avoid, it's good for our art.
So maybe our trauma isn't all bad.
But I've also come to this realization that a lot of artists really hate their art and their art style. Which is odd to us because we've been in that same boat but not to such severity. If we make a mistake we hate specifically that mistake but let it be to learn from it in the future. I think the early gentle parenting growing up that our dad gave us before foster care shattered us helped shape our confidence early on. So we don't struggle quite as much. We rarely compare our art to others and when we do it's more of an obsession over their art that we try to even semi copy that art style or implement it into our own.
Perhaps the worst hate we put on our art is when something just isn't working perspective wise or the lineart isn't working. I suppose we have worked to be perfect but perfect to us. Which was almost always good enough.
The way the whole class would stand over our shoulder in amazement and watch us draw gave us a confidence too. It made us feel good and adored. Considering we didn't get a ton of attention growing up.
It became less and less impressive to people as we got older but there are still some people that absolutely go wild for our art. We've finally found a comfortable community that loves it! The furry community has been very kind to our art.
I think our problem for so long was trying to draw furry art in front of people that decided dogs having head hair must mean that's a horse despite the different nose and sharp teeth. That was annoying. Completely different face shapes. We drew animals in front of people that preferred human art.
Which, while we still enjoy doing sometimes, we are still heavily learning and even come to learn more how much happier furry art brings us. So.. we'll stick with what we love most, what we're good at whether people like it or don't. And eventually we'll find our crowd.
I'm just glad we don't have a huge lack of confidence in our skill of art. We can look back at the oldest shit and wonder how people thought that was good. And it makes us realize that we have come a very very long way. We're proud of ourselves. Really.
Next we're going to attempt to work on more perspectives. Like this piece I'm so damn proud of. Our first drawing where we're really trying a different perspective.
No actually, that's the second one. Now that I think of it, this is our first. Unfortunately so many people want to call it inappropriate though and it never hit off. Like I'm sorry that people legit have asses? I'm sorry for drawing it right? She fell that's the whole point of this piece was just to get a literal difference in perspective. It's not like I'm exposing her or giving you a full on ass shot in the face. My god. And that was before a signature change as you can see
Anyway. We've come a very long way since then and I'm just happy with all of it. Satisfied that we can do so well.
I guess I do sometimes wish our art style wasn't so set as it is because there are definitely artists that have art styles we're jealous of. But to be fair, if we all had the same style... I think art would get pretty boring. So.. I'm glad I have a recognized art style of my own.
It does change depending on the headmate but not always. I'm not arguing with that. Hell most of our headmates can't draw at all! I'm glad to be one that can.
The rules are as follows. Go to page 7 (paragraph 7, if not that long) of your WIP then go to the 7th line, share 7 lines and tag 7 more writers to continue the challenge.
From the next chapter of Passion and Fury, which I have had less time lately to work on than I thought I would have, but it’s still coming along!
“You don’t remember what they look like?”
“Lana, if you remember, I didn’t know who you were until you told me,” Alekte said with a tiny laugh. “I do remember she was a woman.”
“Well, that narrows it down to three, well done,” Lana said with a little smile, looking over to where Koth was now speaking animatedly to a small, tan woman with pale hair. “I knew you had trouble with names, but…is it new, not recognizing people?”
A look of unease flickered across Alekte’s face, there and gone in a second. “I’ll be fine,” she answered.
I don’t know who all’s been tagged, but here goes -- @tishinada, @inyri, @cavalier-life, @aliyamirat, @greyias and anybody else who wants to!
I know this is like the tumblr dead zone hour, but I suddenly have a burst of motivation, and I plan to wrangle that motherfucker once and for all. Anyways, I want to start using this blog more. I have been working on an original piece for a while, and I want to start posting snippets of it. I have shown it to many of my friends, and I've gotten positive responses. Either they are really good liars, or I'm onto something. At this point, I really don't care. I want to share my ideas with people, even if they aren't presented in the best way possible. My writing isn't perfect, but it's important to me. I want to continue to improve so it might be important to someone else one day.
for the smut prompts - 150 for aether/dewdrop (if you're still taking requests!!)
We are cucking phantom for this. For enrichment
500 words, Dewther with phantom watching, warnings for cucking but otherwise it’s kinda just sappy gross sweet Dewther
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A thread snapped from the plush chair that Phantom sat on, the loose end wound tightly around his finger, listening to the small pops in the seam before it finally came undone.
He almost would've preferred to have been tied up. Aether had given him a sweet kiss on the forehead with a whisper of “you can be good, right bug?” Before joining Dew on the bed. He could be good, it usually wasn’t hard. But the extra security would help while watching Aether grope Dew right in front of him.
Phantoms clothes felt suffocating, hard and straining against his boxers and even just the pressure of his palm might take the edge off but the other two had a keen eye on him, smiling and looking him up and down like he was some kind of prey. Like they were stalking, waiting for him to make a move so they could pounce.
Aether had Dew in his lap, pale skin practically glowing in the low light from the windows. He kissed up his sternum, giving one of his nipple rings a tug with his teeth, before latching onto the soft skin between his neck and his shoulder.
Dew threw his head back. It felt weirdly intimate, strangely performative and Dew gave Phantom a hooded look with a smile as he groaned. Fingers tangled in Aethers hair, guiding him on exactly where to bite next. Maybe that was part of the performance too, it was no secret that Dew and Aether had claimed each other long before Phantom was summoned, but the show was in the almost perverse secret that was the physical act claiming each other.
“Need you-” there was a heavy pause at the end of the statement, like Dew wanted to add something on that was too intimate for Phantoms ears. Even Aether looked like a certain tension had deflated when he didn’t get to hear it. They were getting carried away, slowly forgetting they were showing off instead of being able to melt into the familiar trust that prying eyes couldn’t afford.
“How bad?” Aether tilted him back, slowly laying him onto the soft sheets while his hands practically engulfed his frame. “How bad do you need me baby?”
“You’re the only one i’ve ever wanted this badly”
Aethers eyes fluttered with a groan as he almost folded in on himself. The perverted part of phantom wondered if he could've come just from Dews sweet words alone. He hoped he could.
The other part had his dick twitching in jealousy. Sure, he would never be Aether, that much was never not obvious to him. But god he wanted to pound Dew into the mattress until he got words with some kind of similar weight. The idea of his senior Needing him. Only him. His cock twitched in his pants, letting out a small whine in time with Aether finally thrusting himself inside Dew.
The other need is what kept him tethered to the chair. He knew how this game worked, if he behaved Aether would scoop him up and treat him almost as sweet as Dew, and maybe Dew would coo a few nice words and kiss him dizzy while Aether fucked him.
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Ya'know maybe you should combine that Aether force feeding Mountain wine, and have that man make him watch some of that fucked up porn with a little quintessence head play to make him ultra turned on by it just to make his brain extra fuzzy 👀
Hello
Warnings for: drunk mountain, he says no and that he doesn’t like the porn, implied using quintessence to make him hard, manipulation, descriptions of dungeon porn/whipping/hard core bdsm, hey it’s weird man I’m sorry. 600 words
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“I don’t-” Mountain blinked up at Aether, “this doesn’t feel right”
Cold and harsh, the image of a girl strapped down to a table in a concrete room with her legs tied up against her body. There was already the red welts of lashes on her bottom, angry with whiter streaks to show where it was raised. It was a stark contrast to the warm fuzzy feeling that surrounded him. Mountains head spun, eyes heavy with a drowsiness he didn't intended on acting upon.
Aether sat behind him, strong thighs enveloping him as Mountain rested his head on his chest. On their laps, an old laptop. And porn that Mountain couldn’t help but find almost disturbing in nature. He licked his lips, a bitter sweet taste from the cheap wine making him wish he had grabbed that water he thought about earlier, but was too busy watching Aether giggle and beckon him closer. It did nothing to rid the uncomfortable, dry feeling in his mouth.
“Why not mo?” Aether raised the bottle back to his lips, not giving him much of a chance to pull away instead of swallowing the rich liquid. “Don’t you think she's enjoying it?”
“No-” Mountain swallowed his own spit to try and make his mouth more comfortable, “she’s in pain. Don’t think she likes it”
The girl on the table arches her back and bite down hard on the gag in her mouth. A bright red ball, the only semblance of color in the dark, grey dungeon besides the warmth of her angry skin. The man pulls at the clamps on her nipples, a clear punishment for the muffled scream behind the ball.
“Really? I think she loves it. Think she looks good all bruised up. Bet she’s getting off just knowing how many people like watching her get abused”
“We- i’m not”
“You’re not hard over this? Don’t lie to me mountain, don't act like I can’t feel it”
Aethers hand overlapped mountains, placing it over his lap. When did he get hard? Probably between sips, between his vision blurring at the edges and his breathing getting heavier and mountain isn’t usually this sloppy of a drunk but he feels out of his mind, can’t help but to buck into where Aether is pressing down on his cock. It twitches in shame, the cold flames flickering in his abdomen as he looks up again to see a close up of the girl being pulled up by a metal collar for a kiss overtop of the gag.
“Hard because of you” Mountain tried to nuzzle into his neck, playing for a sweet bit of mercy that he and Aether both know they don’t want. “Fu-fuck aeth, ah-!”
A tight squeeze followed by the heel of his palm pressing down impossibly hard. His vision splits, the laptop not even registering in his mind as aether palms him through his sweats. He’s more sensitive than usual, more turned on than he wants to be from this, and he silently vows to lay off the cheap wine from now on and hopes sober him remembers the manifesto as well.
“You flatter me, but you don't have to be ashamed of what you like baby”
Mountain paws at Aethers hand, tries to pull at his waistband as a silent plea for actual contact instead of just teasing.
“Gotta touch me aether”
“You’d make such a good sadist” it’s a pointed statement to ignore him, “wanna know what you’d do when you give into your own desire, get a pretty victim beneath you that wants you to do anything to them”
⁺‧₊˚ ཐི summary: "Would you like a pillow to kneel on instead? Or you can come up on the bed with me, don't have to do this part if you don't want to"
"I do-!" Phantom rushed to put his hands on Aethers knees. He scooted closer between his legs, picking at the fabric of his jeans. Phantom looked down like he was genuinely ashamed of his words "just … never done this before. I'll get used to it"
Bingo.
⁺‧₊˚ ཐི warnings: breeding, quintosis, virginity kink, trans aether (cunt and clit used for his anatomy), cream pie, minute man phantom, sweet innocent phantom (: , light degradation, dubcon (phantom says no but changes his mind, it’s made clear it’s part of the scene later on)
⁺‧₊˚ ཐི authors note: merry Christmas @jimothybarnes, I hope you like it <3 based on an ask I got forever ago about some forced breeding. But I flipped it around. For fun (: thank you to @pomidaea for beta <3
"How do you feel Phantom?" Aether tilted Phantom's head side to side, watching the purple swirl in his brown irises. The haze in his demeanor cleared up quickly once the magic had settled and soaked into his veins, giving him a chance to come back to his senses. Though, Aether wasn't entirely sure that it even worked. He was standing on pins and needles waiting for him to give any sign that his magic, a healthy dose of quintessence, had done the trick to rewire Phantom’s brain for the time being.
"My knees kind of hurt" Phantom gave an awkward chuckle, shifting from where he was kneeling on the ground in front of Aether. That was a good sign, usually Phantom whined to hell and back about any pain, at least intentionally wise.
"Would you like a pillow to kneel on instead? Or you can come up on the bed with me, don't have to do this part if you don't want to"
"I do-!" Phantom rushed to put his hands on Aethers knees. He scooted closer between his legs, picking at the fabric of his jeans. Phantom looked down like he was genuinely ashamed of his words "just … never done this before. I'll get used to it"
Bingo.
"That's ok bug. We'll go slow alright?" Aether unzipped his own pants, pulling them down enough to give ample access to his cunt. Something about this had him wet already, a sweet innocent Phantom who was his to shape as he pleased. Phantoms eyes went wide, bottom lip being worried through his teeth as he leaned forwards like he wanted to try before Aether had the chance to guide him.
A visible blush rose to his cheeks, suddenly feeling 10 degrees hotter in the room than when they first started. Phantom broke the eye contact and tried to focus on remembering what exactly to do in a situation like this.
Though, it never came. The space where Phantom was sure there would be a memory was now blank and shouting at him that this had always been the case. Sure there was the easy mechanic of putting his mouth on it, he was inexperienced not stupid, however any technicalities simply didn't exist.
He tentatively kissed at the top of Aethers thigh, looking up to gauge his reaction. It was a smile of endearment, a look that you’d give a puppy that had tripped over a toy that was too big for it. Hair littered his legs and cunt, ungroomed and hopelessly mouth watering.
Phantom spread him apart, licking up from his hole to his clit, feeling it twitch under his tongue. A heady taste flooded his taste buds, mind numbing and musky. If Phantom thought he was capable he would dive directly in, drink him up from the core.
He lapped again at his clit, wrapping his lips around it to simply stall for time to come up with a plan, but Aether fucking snorted at him like his actions were funny, or cute even.
"Didn't realize you were this new" Aether chuckled, "shouldn't have pushed you in the deep end, just didn't know that you were this inexperienced bug"
It was hard for Aether not to beam with pride over his work. The usual cocky Phantom who spewed filth that would make Satan blush, now seemed confused. He had seen Phantom brat through every second of the day sometimes just in the hopes to get it as rough as Aether would deal. But Phantom being sweet and embarrassed was truly a special treat. If he wasn't so selfish he would consider sharing. Let Rain or Cirrus have their turn with him after all Phantom has put them through.
“I can handle it” Phantom sighed, trying not to sound downright whiny. He rested his cheek against Aethers thigh, still maintaining eye contact even if it was making him painfully hard to watch Aether stare at him in endearment.
“You're just a virgin baby, maybe let's start a bit easier”
"I'm not stupid aeth. Just give me a chance-" Phantom huffed but Aether was already pulling his pants back up. Was he joking? Frustration bubbled in his core. Like having the info on the tip of your tongue Phantom felt fucking confused and desperate to recall anything that could make him not seem like a complete idiot. It edged in the back of his mind, the feeling that he does know but maybe he truly doesn't. Maybe the memory is just a bad porno he's half forgotten about. Either way Aether is pulling him to stand up and pushing himself up the sheets, leaning back on the pillows.
"I know you’re not, but indulge me for a minute. have you ever kissed anyone?"
"I-" Phantom crawled into the space between his legs, "you're acting like this is my first day on earth" He still ended up in Aethers lap, avoiding eye contact as his breathing got a little quicker. He could feel the remnants of what his own mouth did beneath him, unbearably hot between the thighs and Phantom couldn't help but to squirm a bit.
"Just trying to make sure I don't go too fast with you honey, just give me a little kiss, I promise I'll make it worth your while"
Phantom's lips felt like they could burn through metal. He pressed himself onto Aether kissing him deep like he had something to prove. This part was clearly muscle memory, something that couldn't be overridden by quintessence. Unlike how eating him out apparently could be.
Aether didn’t try to force it any deeper. Like dangling a carrot in front of a horse, the idea that there was something better but Phantom wasn’t exactly sure how to get there. Aethers hand caressed his neck, big enough to wrap around with little effort but that was an idea for another time. For now he just needed to push Phantom closer, bleed a little more magic into his mind to manipulate the fantasy how he wanted it to go.
Phantoms tongue pushed his way into his mouth, now acting like he was fighting for dominance rather than simply proving his worth. Aethers hands slipped under Phantom' ass and held him flush with his own hips. He gave him a squeeze, using the leverage to make Phantom grind into his lap.
A noise came from his throat, along with a tentative hump on his own. Phantoms lips stopped moving, panting over Aethers mouth that now had curled into a smile. There was a sense of pleasure, something that seemed familiar but equally foreign as Phantom ground his hips down on Aethers lap again.
“Feel good baby bat?” Aether chuckled. Phantoms arms slung around his neck, now fully giving up on kissing to rut his hips more desperately into him.
“Shit- ye- yeah”
Phantoms eyes rolled back, almost animalistically humping Aethers thigh. Every sense seemed heightened, new and undiscovered as his hips twitched at new angles to continue chasing a high he didn’t know how to reach.
The hands on his hips tried to slow him down. Keeping him flush against the crease of Aethers hip, hoping for enough pressure to keep Phantom on edge.
“Gonna finish this before we even start” Aether gave Phantom a kiss on the cheek, letting him pant into his shoulder. His lips brushed past his ear, warm breath sending a shiver down his spine, “I can give you what you really want bug. It feels so much better with a real cunt”
Eyes blown and lips bitten raw, Phantom could only shyly nod. Aether nudged him off of his lap , standing up to help Phantom get comfortable. He laid against the abundance of soft pillows, picking at the sheets. Aether took care to slowly undress him, giving him ample time to protest or ask for something else. But Phantom simply raised his arms when Aether tugged at his shirt, and lifted his hips when his pants were slid off.
Even after warming him up, Phantom still acted bashful about the situation. He wouldn’t meet Aethers gaze, knees up like he was trying to hide himself from him, not knowing that Aether had seen him laid out and ruined for him countless times. He could probably map every freckle on his shoulders with his eyes closed if he was being honest, but he didn’t push him. Didn’t want to overwhelm Phantom just yet.
Though this was something Aether could savor for a while, a shy Phantom in his bed who wasn’t immediately trying to fuck him or push things along. He seemed like he actually wanted it slow, or wanted Aether to take complete control of him. Cock hard and about to leak onto his stomach, and Phantom acted like he truly had no clue what to do to get it to stop.
“You’re alright baby bat, let's go slow ok? Promise I’ll take care of you” Aether cooed, pushing down on Phantoms knees. He just watched Aether. Now that he was exposed the mock confidence came crashing down. Messy black and white hair framing his face and a blush high on his cheeks.
“I’m honored you're allowing me to pop your cherry” Aether smiled down at him, savoring the view for himself.
“I’m not going to break”
“I know” Aether caressed his cheek, “but I want to make your first time special”
Phantom let out a small whimper as he breathed out, holding his breath every time Aether touched him. He sat at his side, holding his hips and thumbing at the skin there, still giving him ample time to voice whether he liked something or not. And Aether always knew the answer, knew what Phantom wanted and what would make him cry out the loudest for him. But Phantom didn't know- and that's why Aether waited.
“You-” Phantom looked up at him, “you can touch me now”
“Thought you’d want something else”
“Just the tip- i’ve never-” it was fun making him admit it over and over again, watch him squirm every time he had to admit that he was a virgin once again, “i’m worried Aether”
“Worried about what bug”
“We don’t have protection and-” Phantom swallowed, hoping Aether would give him mercy and finish the thought for him, “just the tip alright? I just don’t want anything to happen- never done this”
“Stop worrying Phantom” Aether shushed him, leaning over to plan a small kiss on his lips, fingers toying and running over the length of his dick “How does this sweet cock even know how to get hard if you've never done anything before? Wouldn't be surprised if you weren't a virgin at all”
“Don’t tease, said you’d take care of me” Phantom whined into the kiss.
Aether shucked off his shirt, making a show of stretching his arms up to put himself on display. Hair smattering around his stomach and getting thicker as it disappeared into his jeans, scars along his chest that were almost hard to see at this point. Phantom eyed him up and down, cock kicking as he watched him pull down his jeans and boxers finally.
His stomach hung slightly over his bush, tdick now standing up and proud between his folds. Aether truly seemed to be twice his size like this and all the inhibitions seemed to fade away the longer he stared.
“Don’t know if i’ll be able to resist the urge to let you fill me up” The bed dipped beside Phantom as Aether climbed back up and straddled his hips. He grabbed his cock and held it right against his stomach, thumbing at the sticky tip.
“Shit aeth-” He was hot and wet between the thighs, no doubt smearing onto Phantoms skin as he sat and waited for a go ahead. It was hard to think, or to give Aether an answer with him sitting on top of him and stroking his dick. “Ye-yeah. Fuck, let me fill you”
“There’s a good boy, knew you wanted it”
Phantoms cock slipped inside of him easily, the wet glide of skin on skin making him able to sink down on it with one go. They both let out a breathy groan in tandem, Aether cursing once he was fully seated. He could feel Phantom twitch inside of him as Aether watched him grip the sheets and screw his eyes shut.
“How do you feel bug?” Aether smiled down at him.
“Fuck Aeth” Phantom moaned. He tried to buck his hips up in Aethers wet heat but his body was locked in by his hips. “Feel amazing- gotta move- please”
“Yeah? Want me to bounce on your cock baby boy?” Aether raised up just enough for the tip to almost pop out, before slowly lowering himself back down, being sure to savor every inch. Phantoms eyes rolled back, hands flying to grab at his plush hips as he continued almost leisurely rocking.
Phantom responded in a breathy whine. The sensation was new, or at least his body was telling him that it was. Almost an overwhelming pleasure as he felt his body heat up and tense. Something low in his pelvis curled up, a flame flickering and building, brain screaming at him that something was about to happen if Aether didn’t slow down.
“Are you getting close Phantom, can feel it, I can tell you want to let go”
He was panting, thighs shaking beneath Aether and trying to gather the words he needed to say. The fear seeped back into his mind, he couldnt cum inside Aether- it was too risky.
“I think you need to get off- Aether I think I need to pull out”
"You cocks practically begging to be inside of me baby” Aether rocked again, chuckling as Phantom writhed, hands gripping Aethers waist as he tried to get him to stop rocking. "Can feel that little cock twitch, it knows what it needs”
“We didn’t use protection, dont wanna-” Phantom struggled.
“Don’t wanna what?”
“Get you pregnant!”
Aether pushed Phantom back down into the mattress with a hand square in the middle of his chest.
“Do you really think I got a pretty boy in my bed and I was going to let him leave without breeding me?”
It was impossible to push off the inevitable anymore. Phantom dug his nails into Aethers hips and spilled into him with a cry. His back arched off the bed, muscles tensing as his cock pulsed inside of Aether.
—
Phantoms brain felt fuzzy as the quintessence started to wear off. The entire couple hours before now feeling like a strange dream rather than something that actually happened. The magic was a mystery to him truly, but he was more than happy to experience it.
He blinked away the confusion, smiling as Aether came into view beside him.
“back with me bug?” Aether held out a cold glass of water to him, studying for any signs of discomfort.
“Yeah, didn’t realize how hard it would hit me”
“But you had fun right?”
“Now i’m curious about what Rain and Dew will do with me like that”
⁺‧₊˚ ཐི summary: Aurora wants Rain to hump his bass like a good dog, Rain has his reservations
⁺‧₊˚ ཐི warnings: pet play, talks of exhibitionism, use of pup/puppy/dog, trans rain and the anatomical terms to go with it, literally one line about “having an accident”, small bits of degradation, collar and leashes, object play???, inappropriate use of a bass,
⁺‧₊˚ ཐི authors note: merry Christmas @sentientgolfball <3 I know you’ve been asking about this one lmfao but I have to keep some secrets ;)
Rain cringed at the jingle that sounded from his throat as he sat back on his heels. The nylon irritated his skin, clearly meant for something less sensitive, like fur, like a dog. Blue with a black sewn label of whatever company made it, accompanied by a little metal dog bone tag and a bell that was added after it was bought.
That fuzzy feeling hadn’t settled in yet, shame still at the forefront of his mind and restricting his movements. Aurora couldn’t be serious, or surely she was but maybe she had an ounce of mercy left in her to let Rain get out of this.
“I have another grinder, in the closet” Rain chewed on his bottom lip, “pretty new too. Been meaning to show it to you”
His bass laid in front of him, his favorite black Fender that he had just taken the time to clean and restring. Rain felt guilty as he stared at her, like he was somehow violating a completely inanimate object by being openly bare in front of it.
Aurora sat in the cushy arm chair Rain kept in the corner of his room. Her legs crossed, elbow resting on the arm of the chair with her cheek in her palm. Her expression wasn’t bored exactly- maybe more expectant than anything. She had given her command, and now it was Rains job to listen. Like a good dog.
“That’s not what I told you to do, is it?”
“No but-”
There were certain expectations when they played like this. The collar around Rains neck was well used, but each ghoul had their own brand of what it symbolized. For someone like Dew it was indicative of essentially making him a breeding bitch, a hole to use. Or Mountain who used it as a method to get Rain out of his own head, spoil him rotten.
But Aurora? Aurora expected nothing less than pure obedience.
Good dogs listen the first time. And surely her dog isn’t stupid.
“bad dogs go outside” Aurora tsk’d, eyebrow raising, “and you're not a bad dog right? I don’t want to have to put you outside. Not my good puppy”
The horror of the situation slowly tricked down Rains spine. A painful, shame filled horniness the felt like lava seeping into his nerves. It wasnt an empty threat, something he had been witness to. The idea of being tied up outside, naked, with only a collar on, made him terrified yet dripping between his thighs. a shameful display of disobedience that could only be demonstrated by dripping slick onto the grass for anyone to see like a fucking dirty pervert.
“You wouldn’t” Rain practically whimpered before he could think better of it. But Aurora simply grabbed his leash that hung next to the chair, and laid it over her lap. A threat, proof that she was deadly serious.
Rain made a pathetic sound in his throat and hung his head in submission.
It took Rain a couple minutes to swallow his own pride. He tentatively grabbed the bass, as if holding pure, fragile glass, and stood her up between his knees. His thighs twitched open further, able to feel cool coated wood radiate against his warm skin.
He gave Aurora another look, just in case she changed her mind, and delicately closed his legs around the instrument.
His thighs engulfed the body of the bass, strings digging in to plush skin and will no doubt leave long angry bruises in their wake once he’s done. The edge of her nestled almost perfectly against his cunt. Not yet enough pressure to be pleasurable, but just caressing the sensitive skin. Rain could feel his clit throb with the idea of being touched, though his brain still seemed to have its own hesitations.
Aurora looked almost casual sitting in front of him, which only made his hips twitch as his brain processed it. A simple t shirt and sweats, as if he truly was just entertainment for her and nothing else. Humiliation for the sake of humiliation, and it only made Rain hotter between his thighs. Without thinking his hips canted into the bass, earning a quiet groan.
“Hump it like a good puppy, Make her feel good.” Aurora cooed as Rain finally was able to slot the instrument between his folds. The sweet friction of lacquer coated wood, now becoming slick from how wet his cunt was.
Rain squeezed his hands around her neck, trying to use the sharp pressure from the strings to keep him grounded. It was a fight he would never win, but it felt less pathetic that not putting up a fight at all. He clenched around nothing, panting through his nose with his forehead rested against the wood.
Falling fast, the long time of waiting to even work up to this point had Rain brains firing on all cylinders. Not desperate while he sat back and waited for his brain to allow him to follow the command, but once the dam broke it was unstoppable.
The strings crashed together as he humped her. Rain winced, the blunt, awkward sound making him hang his head further like a guilty dog. He tried to hide behind her neck, thin wood doing nothing to shield him from Auroras almost pitiful gaze.
“Sings so pretty for you doesn’t she rainy?” Aurora cooed, “you please her so well pup”
The dog tag jingled with every hump, further making a mockery of the situation. His vision blurred, pressure and heat starting to ball up that only pushed him further into pathetic desperation.
He stared at Aurora with wide sad eyes, hoping his expression could communicate where he knew would his words would fail.
“Close puppy?” Aurora tilted her head at him, “going to have an accident?”
