Cataclysm! Armageddon!

The thing is that Dew, on his own, is the bestest Good Boy in existence. If he's in the mood to be daddied, there is nothing in his brain except being good and doing exactly what he's told. He goes to that space when he's stressed and overwrought about things going wrong, about not being good enough, about all the tiny mistakes he makes that all build up and make it seem like he's never done a single thing right. He just needs Daddy to take control, give him instructions, follow them precisely, and be told how good he is for doing so well.

But.

When Ifrit is involved, everything changes instantly. Because now he's got a rival. It becomes a battle for Aether's praise, one constant struggle to be the better boy, and sometimes, unfortunately, that ends up coming out the other side as one-upping each other's mischief. None of them understand why this happens. It's simply the way things are.

Neither of them are ever actively bad. They wouldn't dream of being disobedient, or going against an instruction. But they'll wriggle if Daddy hasn't told them to stay still. They'll elbow and nudge each other until they're full-on tussling on the floor if he leaves them kneeling while he goes to attend to something. Dew has a nasty habit of making faces at Ifrit while Daddy's just trying to keep his cock warm in his mouth, until Ifrit is giggling around a full throat.

Of course, they'll stop quickly enough once Daddy pulls out the Disappointed Voice. But sometimes, those genuine, tearful "Sorry"s aren't enough, and those naughty boys have to sit still and quiet while Daddy lavishes all the attention he would have given them on someone else.

Fics

Seeing Blind (you're too good to be all mine) — M, Aether/Rain with Void

Up close, Rain got his first good look at Aether. His eyes were soft despite the creases around the edges and bright even in the shade of the peach tree, the stubble dark on his jaw. Rain almost wondered if it felt as rough as it looked. The little gap in his front teeth was endearing and made his smile oddly charming in a way that made Rain want to throw the basket at his feet and stomp off in frustration and embarrassment. "I am more than capable." He huffs and adjusts the basket on his hip. "You can go back to doing your actual work instead of gawking at me on the clock."

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You're a bad habit, you're my favorite poison — E, Dewdrop/Rain with Void

“Can I bum a cigarette? I’ll owe you.” From the corner of his eye, the man less than subtly sized him up. A slow up and down that Rain felt sliding over every inch of his body. Being eyed up close and personal was far more intense than before. Heavy. No longer just studying. “Suppose I can spare one.” He took the box from his pocket and flipped open the top, holding it tipped in his direction. Rain plucked a cigarette from the box, noting that the man’s attention lingered a beat too long on his hands. “Played a mean bass up there by the way.”

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Mold me to another form, Press me till I'm raw and sore — E, Ivy/Mountain, Pebble/Ivy, Pebble/Mountain

“Looks like we have an audience honey suckle” Mountain can barely open his mouth to try and stammer out an apology before pebble keeps speaking. His hand moves faster where it’s still gripping ivy, forcing him further into the wood beneath him as he cries out. “Come on Ivy, cum for him” Or mountains a cute new summon and pebble and ivy can’t help but sexually frustrate him to no end.

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You're my latest sick obsession (and I need you now) — E, Dewdrop/Rain, Dewdrop/Phantom, Rain/Phantom, Dewdrop/Rain/Phantom

“You really think that freak is obedient?” “More obedient than you are” Rain chides Or rain thinks phantom would be such a good boy for them. Dew disagrees.

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Keep Me Lit and Salivating — E, Aether/Swiss, Ifrit/Swiss, Aether/Ifrit

“Awe what happened to you starlight? Someone string you up and leave you?” Ifrit cooed, sitting on the bed next to him. He ran a finger down his chest, admiring his rope work and snapping the middle tie against his skin. “Oh ifrit I think he did this to himself” aether said in mock surprise. He stood behind ifrit, moving Swiss’ thigh so he could see him stretched open on his vibrator.

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My 9-5 Is Cutting Open Old Scars — E, Alpha/Earth

“You can meet me in my room when I’m done” earth left it open ended, giving alpha the choice whether to come or not. He knew he would, he wouldn’t be able to resist. Craving to be put out of his mind for a bit, to be punished for his bad attitude. It usually helped him come to terms with it.

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Let Me Slip Inside Your Ultraviolet Disguise — E, Mountain/Rain

Rain gave him a soft closed lip smile. His hands reached to overlap mountains that sat at the hem of his sweats, simply rubbing his hands over the fabric. He had never had his tentacle actually inside of anyone. Sure, maybe countless mouths but this? This was different. More intimate and strange in rains mind. No one else had something like this. Maybe that’s what made it more exciting. The ability to feel something no one else could.

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You can wear the crown, but you're no princess — E, Phantom/Rain

The glass was fogged, but phantom could still see the silhouette of rains hand working rapidly between his thighs. The small images of him pulling rain into his lap and rubbing up and down his legs flooded his vision as he got his magic deeper into rain. It was flattering, even if rain always insisted he didn't like it, he was touching himself in the shower to the thoughts.

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Blasphemy! Heresy! — E, Dewdrop/Rain, Rain/Prepetua

“Your papa, right?” A hand reached out to rest under rains chin, tipping his head back slightly more, “yes my papa you mean?” rain swallowed thickly, trying to move his head away from his hand before Perpetua grabbed his chin to keep him in place. His tone was almost scarily flat, no sign of frustration or anger, simply asking. It was almost more chilling than if he was actually angry. “Yes papa. ”

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Sweet Cherry Pie — E, Aether/Phantom

"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.

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Visual art

Kinktober day2: monsterfucking — E, Rain

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Collections

Wraths 2023 kinktober! — E, Ghost

Wrath's mushy may 2024!! — M, Ghost

Wrath's 2024 ghostober! — E, Ghost

Wrath's 2025 Mushy May — M, Ghost

Wraths SFW ficlets — T, Ghost

wraths horny Tumblr ficlets — E, Ghost

For Wrath by Noah — Aether being bred by Ifrit <3

Cumulus smutty headcanons E

Cumulus/Swiss/Cirrus summoning headcanon Gen

untitled aetherrain smut E Aether/Rain ; non-human genitalia, rain is a shark ghoul

It’s…interesting, to see the different ways a water ghoul will manifest their appearance, because Aether has intimate knowledge of water ghoul anatomy and Rain’s is unlike anyone’s he’s ever seen.

untitled t4t rut fic E CopiaAether ; ruts/breeding/possessiveness

Aether doesn’t go into rut all too often; its just not something quintessence ghouls do usually—rut or heat, they’re not regular. Once or twice a year and sometimes, once or twice in a decade depending on the ghoul, on the circumstances.

untitled aetherrain M Aether/Rain ; biting a lot of biting and teeth, rain is a shark ghoul

Rain’s teeth are, arguably the most terrifying part of him—next to his eyes and the strange mimic voice he projects into Aether’s mind when he wants to be heard.

untitled swiss/aeon drabble in response to a post ; gen Swiss/Aeon ; first meetings and love at first sight

And well, that wasn’t really the problem, because, despite his nervousness, being the center of attention to thousands of people wasn’t the scary part of it all. It was meeting the pack.

untitled aetherrain first meeting drabble gen aetherrain ; first meeting, rain is a shark ghoul

A grin, sharp and predatory as he lifts his head, shrugging the blanket up higher onto his shoulders, a jumble of static flits through Aether’s mind for a moment, the touch of something soft and careful, asking for an invitation–and he lets it in, however foolish that may be.

silly ASMRtist!Dew drabble gen MountainDew ; Dew does ASMR

There’s a curling in his stomach and a prickle in his scalp as he listens, and then there’s another snap, another firm and somewhat exasperated command to look to the right now—and shit is this what people experience when they watch ASMR?

t4t copiaether smut E CopiaAether ; overstimulation

Prompt: “Do that again- Shit, just like that, right there.”

untitled SwissAlps M Swiss/Mountain ; smut

Prompt: “Interlocking your fingers above your head while making out passionately”

untitled raindrop E Rain/Dew ; biting and blood, predator rain

Prompt: spread your legs baby

untitled swissrora E Swiss/Aurora ; cunnilingus, masturbation

“Oh baby,” Aurora coos softly, her palms cupping Swiss’s flushed face, she’s standing above him, dragging the pad of her thumb gently across the apple of his cheek, “Are you in heat?”

mini two part copia/aether/dew homecoming drabble gen Copia/Aether/Dew ; homecoming

“They’re due back any moment now,” Sister Imperator says as she watches Aether clear the oak desk in Copia’s office, collecting and organizing various piles of paperwork as he goes. “Shouldn’t you be waiting for them?”

untitled Aeon/Swiss fic E Swiss/Aeon ; dinner distractions, magic use

Prompt: I wish you’d write a fic where someone gets a little distracted by someone else at dinner, but they have to keep it lowkey of course

kinktober day 7 E Swiss/Dew ; objectification, disinterest, cockwarming

Dew peers up at him over the edge of his phone, the light from the screen casting shadows across his face, “Gonna let the others see how you couldn’t wait to get something in you, huh?” He asks plainly—he doesn’t move, doesn’t put his hands on Swiss, just keeps them to himself, one with his phone the other one across the back of the couch.

untitled copiadew drabble gen Copia/Dew ; post tour discussions

Copia, as always, is sitting in a chair in front of a vanity mirror, a nicer one than some of the previous, carefully wiping his papal paint from his skin, “Last one,” he confirms after a long moment of silence, looking back at Dew through the mirror. “How does it feel?”

kinktober day 5 E Aurora/Swiss/Aeon ; double penetration and lingerie

Swiss has very specific needs and all of them can be satiated by being stuck between Aurora and Aeon.

kinktober day 3 E Copia/Dew ; blood and knife play

disconnected drabble about copia and small dick mountain E

untitled small dick mountain stuff E Cumulus/Mountain/Dew ; mean dew and nice cumulus

untitled big dick dew E (part 1) MountainDew ; Dew has a big dick and Mountain has a small dick

just the tip E (part 2) MountainDew ; big dick dew and small dick mountain once again

untitled copiadew smut E CopiaDew ; Copia humps Dew's leg while Dew is disinterested

untitled dom swiss fic M Swiss/Copia/Aeon ; Doms Swiss and Aeon, sub Copia

necropolis related drabble gen Copia/Ghouls ; Copia comes back right but Rain and Sunshine don't know how to cope

untitled swiss/aeon smut E Swiss/Aeon ; Swiss gets fucked and is a good boy

« I’m sorry, » he whispers, voice barely audible in the air between them. Alpha’s ear twitches, but he doesn’t answer, lips pressed in a thin line. Ifrit’s stomach sinks further. His tail is wrapped to tightly around his own leg it’s starting to ache. Shame weights heavy on his shoulders. Satan, he wishes the earth could open up and swallow him back into the Pits.

« Stop moving, » Alpha snaps, the first thing he said ever since he dragged a fuming, injured Ifrit away from Special. Without noticing it, Ifrit had started tucking his chin against his chest, ears flat on his skull.

« Sorry, » he breathes again. Alpha let go of his face and grinds his teeth in frustration.

« Stop- fucking apologizing, Ifrit. »

He blinks, slowly, mouth opening and closing noiselessly. What is he supposed to say then ? How is he supposed to fix this ? Alpha groans, having apparently read Ifrit’s bafflement on his face, and unexpectedly brings their foreheads together, hand gently squeezing the back of Ifrit’s neck.

Such a show of affection is at the opposite of what Ifrit anticipated, and he stays frozen in shock. Only for half a second, until his mind catches up and he sinks into the comforting touch.

« I’m not mad at you, kit. You have to know that. »

Ifrit bites his lip, feeling more and more out of his depth. What does Alpha mean, he isn’t ? Shouldn’t he be ? Ifrit’s the one who messed up. Why isn’t Alpha furious ?

« But I- Special I- »

« You bit through the muscle of his shoulder and broke the side of his mask. He’s lucky, it could’ve been their cheekbone. »

Ifrit makes a pained noise, wishing he could disappear. But Alpha, though still tense, doesn’t berate him. Instead, he huffs.

« Now you tell me I’m wrong and they didn’t have it coming. »

Ifrit is almost tempted to lie, to say that no, Special hadn’t done or said anything, but he knows there is no way he could deceive Alpha, especially not up close like this. Instead he casts his eyes downward, a silent admission.

« Knew it. »

« You and Special are close, » Ifrit points out in a rasp. « Why… »

« Do I think he was the problem, not you ? » Alpha straightens, ruffling Ifrit’s hair. « Why do you think we are ? Close, I mean ? He’s a dick. Just like me. Worse, even, because they care less about the fallout of their actions than me, and that’s saying a lot. »

Ifrit turns this information over in his head. While he doesn’t agree that Alpha is that much of a dick, he gets the point. Special has always had this glint in his eye, something sharp raised like a shield. They are known for baiting people into fights, and Ifrit is unfortunately bad at resisting it.

Then he thinks about the rare glimpses of gentleness he once caught from Spesh, his hand carding through Cowbell’s hair as they whispered to each other like they were the only ones that mattered in the world. A strange, almost mechanical-sounding purr emerging from their throat as they watched over his strange companion in Primo’s rose garden.

« …Why ? Why Is he…. »

« Like that ? » Alpha’s eyes grow distant. His mouth twitches downward, before a sigh escapes it. « It’s not my place to tell you. But….Spesh suffered more than any of us. Still does. Probably will always. It’s no excuse. And I am mad, but at them, not you. However…well. I guess it doesn’t come from nowhere. The attitude. Their…agression. Believe me. »

Ifrit ponders that for a while, watching Alpha puts stuff back in the first emergency kit. He thinks about the mask, never taken off, every square inch of skin covered with fabric, even in these days’ unbearable temperatures. He thinks about Special’s room, the only one down in the catacombs. He thinks about the agonized yells one can hear in the middle of the night, if one were to pass Spesh’ locked door.

Ifrit cannot say he understands, per se. He doesn’t know Special nearly well enough to guess the shape of this pain that follows him like a gloomy shadow. But he can at least get the hint. Special can be, at times, insufferable. Downright despicable, even. But perhaps, they are out of necessity. Perhaps walls had to be built, and who was Ifrit to judge ?

When Alpha turns back toward him, Ifrit notices he made a conscious effort to loosen the muscles in his jaw. His lips twitch in that smirk he’s so equally loved and despised for.

« You’re good to go, kit. Your eyebrow’s fine now, and the scratches on your arms should heal quickly. Wanna go get snacks ? »

Ifrit’s eyes light up, and his tail nearly knocks over a potted plant as it starts wagging.

« You found Mist’s stash ? »

« Yup. Frozen snacks enough to last us for the whole summer. If we’re sneaky, we should be able to get away with stealing a few. »

Ifrit snorts, getting up and stretching.

« We’ll lose fingers if she catches us tho. »

« Scared ? » Alpha teases, fangs flashing in a hungry grin. Ifrit shoves him playfully.

« Fuck no, let’s do this. »

Alpha ruffles Ifrit’s hair, and they make their way to Mist’s stash, altercation forgotten.

(Later that day, Special finds a tube of ice cream kept cool in a container full of ice in front of their door. His shoulder twinges when they pick it up, but not as much as his heart when he catches a faint whiff of cedar wood and burnt sugar.

Stupidly soft-hearted ghoul. Under the hastily fixed mask, Special sighs. They press their fingers against the wrapped wound, hard, until pain explodes behind their eyes and the stitches threaten to tear.