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The mean Dew/kinda fucked up Aeon thing I was going on about a little bit ago.
Cw: Dew pretty much hates him, it turns Aeon on that Dew hates him...
He can almost hear him grit his teeth, can almost hear his jaw clench in anger when he gets too close. He watches the unbridled rage fill his eyes, an untamed wildfire leaving nothing but devastation in its wake.
Aeon realizes with a pathetic shuddering breath that he wants nothing more than to be burned, to feel an ember on his skin catch and light him up until he's nothing but ashes if it means having felt the warmth of Dew's hand at least once.
He loves to watch him love, his softness is beautiful. The smiles he shares with Aurora, how her fingers card through his hair like ripples across the lake. The way he leans against Rain, his arms wrapped around him, doing nothing more than breathing together.
He's got sunlight in his eyes, in his smile, blindingly beautiful, breathtaking when his walls are down. It makes Aeon shake when the word angelic whispers across his brain, sits on his tongue like a poisoned kiss but the thought remains all the same.
But then he catches Aeons eyes and the sunlight fades into storm black midnight, bitter cold and distant. He sees it then, feels it, angelic flees into the corners of Aeons thoughts and he's left with a flash frame of exactly what he is, of everything he's capable of.
His stomach rolls and burns and he wants to hit his knees, beg to taste the anger from his fingertips as they slap across his face, wants to beg for the sting of the kiss of his fangs as he speaks curses into his skin. He wants to lick the taste of hate from his breath, press his tongue to the tip of his fangs and offer his blood as thanks for the gift of just being near him.
He takes himself in his hand and strokes too fast, too rough, too dry as he pictures those burnt black eyes. He hears him clear as day in his mind, imagines the snarled out I'll fucking kill you. He cums so hard he hits the floor and licks his hand clean as if it were the leather of Dew's boots, reverent, desperate.
Pathetic. The echo of Dew's voice makes him shake, gets his blood warm again and he grits his teeth and sobs his way through overstimulated jerks of his hips against his palm. It hurts, stings like nettles but he imagines maybe a little flicker of something in the inky depths still front and center in his fantasy.
He tries not to think about it too much, tries to get through regular days without having to run off and clamp his teeth in his knuckles while frantically palming at himself because Dew cast a razor sharp glare his way. He knows they know, knows they've smelled it on him, knows Dew knows and it makes it harder to resist when he scoffs and turns his nose up at the little Quint, disgusted by him.
He tries to focus on his chores, tries to be useful as he makes his way down to do laundry for everyone. It's nothing new, he does it all the time but he's never been down here at the same time as Dew but he can smell him on the air and his throat aches around a swallow. He should turn around, go back upstairs until Dews done. But he's a glutton for punishment and he's not skipping out on a chance to have more bitter words to fuel his fantasies.
His hands shake against the door, slick with sweat and his eyes find him immediately, watches his spine tense when he catches Aeons scent, watches his fingers curl into fists on the handles of the laundry basket.
When Dew turns to face him, Aeon bites his tongue until he tastes copper just so he doesn't whimper or beg, knees trembling under the weight of fear and a need he can't quite pin a name to.
Dew slams his shoulder into Aeons chest when he passes, hard enough to drag a wheeze from his lungs.
"Don't touch my shit."
He wants to ask or what? Wants to press his luck until Dew digs his claws into the scruff of his neck and pushes him face first into the cold tile floor. He almost does but bites it down and just nods and breathes in deep to catch every note of disgust and hate filling Dews scent. He drinks it down like he's dying of thirst and let's it pool in his belly.
He waits until he's sure Dew is gone and rummages through his basket, pressing his nose to the fabric of each shirt until he finds one that smells bitter. He hopes Dew smells him on his clothes and seeks him out to punish him for his blatant disobedience.
Aeon leaves everything else, it can wait, and races to his room with Dew's shirt. He doesn't lock the door, he wants to be caught, wants Dew seething and seeing red, leaving marks that last for ages and memories he can call on for the rest of his days.
He doesn't bother pulling his pants down, just opens the fly and yanks himself out, the teeth of the zipper biting into his skin making it more real, he imagines dews claws, imagines him making him thrust into the tight stinging bite of them if he really wants it as bad as he thinks he does.
He grinds against the mattress, whimpers from the bite and fucks down harder for it, eyes burning with tears he won't shed until he's actually with Dew, he won't waste them, won't let his pillowcase lay claim to something that belongs to Dew and only Dew.
He'll cry so pretty for him.
He presses the shirt to his nose, breathes in as deep as he can and wishes he could smell the rage rolling off of him as he pounded into his willing, pliant body without mercy. He pulls part of the shirt into his mouth, sucking the fabric as hard as he can, greedy for even the slightest taste of him.
He drools around the fabric, feels it slide down his chin and he just knows Dew would mock him for it, tell him just how fucking filthy he is. He wants those words sneered into his ear, wants the heat of his breath to threaten to spark a flame and consume him, burned to nothing but a pile of ashes in his hands.
His hips jerk faster, lost to the image in his mind and the sound of Dew's voice in his head. It hurts, it hurts so good he can barely stand it and he cums against his sheets with a pathetic little cry, eyes squeezed against the tears, still refusing to let them fall anywhere except for in Dew's presence.
His cheeks are hot when he stands up, shamefully tucking himself away with a wince from how sensitive he feels. The shirt is crumpled and spit soaked and he's already moving before he has time to think it through.
Aeon tosses the shirt back in the basket, right on top where Dew couldn't miss it if he tried. It reeks of him, of what he had done and his heart might rip out of his chest with how hard it beats.
His bones itch and his ears ring, blood pounding through him like tidal waves when Dew heads down to the basement. He can't sit here with everyone else, with too many eyes to keep Dew from doing whatever it is he might decide to do.
His mouth is dry and his knees shake where he stands. Seconds turn to lifetimes and he thinks maybe Dew just chose to ignore the blatant disrespect, that he knows Aeon wants it but he refuses to give it, that Aeon isn't worthy of even his ire.
But then the door slams open and bounces off the wall and Dew is there and fuming and Aeon can smell how much he hates him and he can't stop the whine that rips from his throat like a gasped out last breath.
Dew's eyes burn like a brand, pinning him like an insect, like he's beneath him.
"You're going to regret wanting this."
Aeon groans and hits his knees when Dew kicks the door shut like a steel trap snapping.
He won't regret it, he'd never regret it, but he bares his throat and waits for Dew to try to make him.
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I know I talk a lot about nonbinary lesbians, butches with funky genders, lesbians who use pronouns aside from she/her but
I wanna take a second to appreciate the lesbians — especially black and butch lesbians — who consider themselves to be women. The lesbians who were denied womanhood, but carved out a place in womanhood for themselves. The lesbians who wear their she/her pronoun pins as a badge of pride. The ones who see their womanhood as a source of strength. You are incredible and I am so proud of you.
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No one asked so I’m here to deliver after my poll
GHOCK HEADCANONS (ghoul girl cock headcanons) featuring all my fav girlies (so all of them)
Cirrus: hung. Idc. She’s fucking big, 8 in, not super thick around but absolutely fucks. She could rail anyone five ways to Sunday, absolutely likes to tease some of the uh .. smaller .. ghouls about how much bigger her dick is. Probably biggest ghoul girl dick length wise.
Cumulus: she’s fucking thick. Average length, 5 ish inches. Grower not a shower. But god she could leave you aching for days afterwards, lot of her partners need a fair amount of prep to take her
Sunny: on the thinner size, around 6 inches. But she fucks like crazy. What she lacks in thickness she makes up for in enthusiasm which is why she’s our second place ghock champion. She has hella stamina, pinning and fucking ruining her partners as much as they want.
Aurora: small queen. A bit thin, only 3 ish inches maybe. Doesn’t top often, but her little dick is absolutely adorable, and she’s a pillow princess anyways so
Mist: everyone say hello to our ghock champion 2024. Thicker than cirrus, probably a good 6 inches or so. Mist lays fucking pipe ok. She knows damn well how to use it. Strong dominating demeanor, just a bit degrading, really making her partners come undone beneath her while they writhe on her cock. I have so much to say about mist cock I need to be put down I think
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I don't use the poll feature that often, and I'm curious, so...
Reblogs appreciated so it gets a bigger/more representative response!
(Personal favourite is Prequelle! Included Ceremony and Devotion as I didn't know where else to put it as it doesn't count as an EP)
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I’m so excited!!!
My GP referred me to a specialist to start T!! I’m just extremely excited to finally start medically and socially transitioning!
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For anyone who wants to go it
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If anyone else wants to join dont hesitate to reblog!!
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cw dubcon, oviposition, tentacles, breeding, daddy kink, kinda forcemasc (could just be read as Phantom finding out they have a daddy kink)
Dew's tentacle rarely comes out to play but when it does that only means one thing. He has eggs that need laying. He’d been feeling the weight in his egg sac grow for the past few days, pushing against his bladder (something Rain had already taken advantage of) and making the skin between his hips bulge out a little. He was on the sofa with Phantom, the quint ghoul diligently rubbing up next to him like a cat, when he felt something start to wriggle inside of him. He grabbed Phantom's wrist and pulled them both to their feet.
"Wanna see something cool?"
Phantom's face went from surprise and disappointment to anticipation as they nodded eagerly. Dew led them down the hall to his room, every step making him more and more aware of the tentacle trying to wriggle its way out of him. They finally got to his room and he locked the door behind him while Phantom got settled on his bed. Dew fully stripped and kneeled on the bed in front of them with his legs spread. He tried to coax the tentacle out, fingers gently pulling apart the small slit just below his clit while Phantom watched in awe. The tip slowly poked out and the rest quickly followed with a gush of liquid. Dew sighed in relief as he held it in his hand, letting it wrap around his wrist.
"Hello again." Dew whispered to himself.
Phantom's eyes were wide as he watched the tentacle explore Dew's hand. "Wait, I thought only Rain..."
"Old water ghoul trick," Dew explained. "Mine's a lot nicer than his anyway."
The quint shivered as they recalled the time Rain's tentacle got to play with them. She was just as much a dramatic sadist as her owner. They reached out to touch it and just as they did Dew felt something inside him shift. The tentacle latched onto Phantom's hand, suckers not letting go as it started to pulse.
"It wants inside you, bug," Dew breathed as he tried to deal with the increasing discomfort. "Can't wait much longer."
Phantom managed to peel the tentacle from their skin and strip from their clothes in record time. Dew sat on their lap, pressing himself right up against Phantom's body, letting his tentacle find its way inside. Phantom moaned and squirmed beneath him as it worked its way in, suckers pulling further and further in as it pulsated and wriggled.
"Dew- oh fuck it feels so-"
"Shhhh" Dew pressed a finger to the quint's lips and wrapped his arms around their waist. He could feel the first egg at the base of his tentacle already. He leaned into their ear and whispered. "Gonna fuck my clutch into you,"
Phantom stiffened and felt the tip of the tentacle press into his womb. "Wait-"
"Gonna make you so round, bulging with my eggs"
"-Dew wait no"
"Gonna make you a daddy."
Dew smirked as Phantom's protests turned into moans as they started to rut up against him. He dropped his head onto their shoulder as the first egg made its way down the tentacle. He felt it stretch Phantom open, the quint ghoul hissing at the pain.
"I know, daddy. just let it happen"
"Dew im- im not a-"
The first egg exited with another gush of liquid and Phantom squirmed at the feeling.
"You are now, daddy." Dew smiled as he felt the rest of the eggs follow.
The quint ghoul weakly tried to shove Dew off of them but Dew held on tight, his tentacle latched on to the walls of his cunt. it wouldn't let go until every last egg had been laid.
"Dew it's too much. I can't-."
"Yes you can. you're doing so good for me. being such a good daddy for my eggs." Dew pressed little kisses into the side of Phantom's neck as eggs two and three slipped out into them. one by one they all nestled themselves into place. Dew could feel them. He could feel the skin of Phantom's belly start to bulge against him more and more with each egg. It was at egg six or seven that Phantom started to cry.
"Only a few more left now. you can take them."
"i cant- im too full." tears slid down Phantom's face as they felt another egg make its home inside them. The liquid Dew's tentacle was producing was leaking out of them already. “Dew the others are gonna notice. They’ll see how big I am.”
“Good. they’ll know who you belong to then. They’ll see you knocked up and know you’re already mine.” The fire ghoul squeezed them tighter. “Those eggs are gonna hatch inside you and all those baby kits will start to grow, all nice and snug in their daddy's womb." Dew rambled as he got closer and closer to a feeling of relief. "You're gonna take such good care of them, I just know it."
Phantom nodded their head, their mind so far gone they'd agree to anything Dew said. They were gonna be a daddy.
Their orgasm hit just as the last egg squeezed inside. They clenched down around Dew's tentacle, not letting it go even though it was trying to retreat. They were spent. The stretch of their abdomen was almost unbearable. Phantom looked down and gasped at how far it stuck out now.
Dew's tentacle retracted back inside of him and the fire ghoul laid Phantom down.
"I'll be back in a second." he said softly as he began to stand, a look of fondness on his face. He returned with a wet flannel, a glass of water and a snack. Phantom sipped and nibbled as Dew cleaned them. gently wiping away the stickiness from the inside of their thighs, promising to be careful as he wiped through their folds. When Dew was done he settled himself by Phantom's side. They both watched the slow rise and fall of their belly. Dew took the quint's hand and stroked it over all of the bumps of the eggs.
"Yours." Dew whispered. "All yours, daddy."
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tried to vent in a trans space about how, as a trans man who’s been on T for a long time (over 7 years now), i have noticed that the more i pass as a man, the less welcomed i am in queer spaces unless i go out of my way to feminize myself. and how that sucks! and it’s isolating!!! and it feels horrible to see ppl who used to like you and be close to you drift further and further the more masculine (& therefore more comfortable in urself) u become…
only to get ppl replying to me and saying “well if you dressed more fem then ppl wouldn’t be intimidated by you. you signed up for this”
i’m sorry but i didnt sign up for social isolation when i transitioned, i signed up for gender euphoria and comfort in myself and my life. and i had hoped that the ppl in my life would be able to see how much joy that brings me and continue to love me.
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It's not entirely wrong...
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[Image ID: The Destiel confession meme edited so that Dean answers 'There's a petition to ban conversion therapy in the EU' to Cas' 'I love you'. /End ID]
If you are a citizen in the EU please sign this petition:
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“This is your daily, friendly reminder to use commas instead of periods during the dialogue of your story,” she said with a smile.
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Y'all ain't gonna like what I have to say, but...
Unfollow me if you use Sodo in your fan works.
Yes, I'm gonna be that bitch.
If you want to use it, whatever, not gonna gatekeep your experience. Just stay away from me.
Every time I see it, it makes my damn skin crawl.
I saw someone say using Sodo is RPF and I couldn't agree more.
I'm gonna stop before I get mean, but y'all gotta get it together.
Hey, newer Ghost fans that write/draw/rp? Let's get this clear now, Sodo is not Dewdrop, Dewdrop is not Sodo.
Have a nice day.
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does anyone even like my angst anymore i feel like i'm writing too much that people hate it now
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Ghouls but religious trauma
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#dewdrop who was told it was a shame to be who he is#aether who had verses beaten into him#mmmm#I have so many ideas#the band ghost#nymph rambles
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I just saw a story on AO3 tagged "pet p!ay"
TIK TOK MUST BE STOPPED BEFORE IT DESTROYS LANGUAGE
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aethfrit... medfet... breast exam >_>
Anon you know exactly what the fuck I’m on bc this was the post plan before I decided yall might be tired of the aether medfet thing I’ve been on recently. Also forcefem. Because who would I be really if I didn’t turn this into forcefem
But I think aether brings him into the office for a normal check up, gets him up on the table as he puts his gloves on.
“Take off your shirt ifrit”
“What? Why?”
“Because I’m doing an exam, and I need you to take your shirt off”
I think aether is overly clinical with it. Doesn’t use any of his little pet name for ifrit, barely smiles at him, just tells him what he needs him to do while he feels around his burning hot skin. His touch his light, feeling up the ridges of his spine while he drags a stethoscope along and tells ifrit to take deep breaths.
Has him sit up straight, pushes on his shoulders as he trails his hands down his sides, just a little less professionally than he really should. Reaches up to smooth his thumbs across his pecs, staring at them like he’s studying them.
Ifrit goes impossibly red when aether starts squeezing as the fat and muscle, practically fucking groping him.
“What are you-“
“I have you give you a breast exam”
It’s hard not to choke on his own spit at the words. At how cold and professional aethers voice is while he touches him like he owns him.
“I thought those were only for women?”
“Oh, they are”
Ifrit hates to admit how light headed he feels when aether says that, blood flowing from his brain to pool in his dick.
“But I’m not-“
“ Only women have tits right ifrit? I have to make sure yours are healthy, would be unprofessional of me to let you walk out of here without a thorough exam”
Aether is forceful with his movements, really just playing with ifrits chest after a certain point. Rubbing and pinching at his nipples to get them all hard and puffy
“Probably should give you a pelvic exam while we’re at it, spread those legs of yours so I can examine that pretty pussy of yours? Just want to make sure there’s nothing wrong of course”
#wrath…#your brain is mmm#I think you’re single handedly giving me a medfet through Aether#nymphs reblogs
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