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dew: love is for losers and the weak
mountain: you are quite literally making a valentine for rain right now…
dew (pointing the hot glue gun at mountain): you’re on thin fucking ice
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i do think rain should spit into phantom's mouth. i think that would be enjoyable for them both
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mountain 🌱
(accidentally posted this on the wrong account, head over to @lovetositinsilence for more art ✨️)
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Where (a) Bug belongs
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tipped too soon
Rain/Dewdrop
Mature, 18+ only
Summary: Dew wasn’t looking for trouble when he went to the club. He found it anyway. Wrapped in velvet, smirking under a pair of lopsided bunny ears.
Warnings: strip club setting, public teasing, power play, bratty rain, sexual tension so thick you could drown in it, smut vibes but no actual smut (yet...), mutually assured destruction, Dew is going through it™, a living ode to Rain's ass, emotional support via bullying, sweat, alcohol, cigarette smoking, bunny tail
a/n: happy new year, you filthy animals. i know i know its not DIR, but that should be updated (finally) next week!!
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Dew’s not here for anything in particular.
He’s already tipped a dancer or two—nothing crazy. A few bills tucked into lace, a slow nod when one of them blew a kiss his way. He’s halfway into a drink he doesn’t remember ordering while Ifrit’s saying something next to him, but the sound’s just warm background noise as the club hums around them.
Low lights, bass like a second heartbeat, bodies moving just enough to blur.
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dark fantasy design
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bothering you here because i can’t stop thinking about dew sidling up to phantom and asking for him to use quintnosis on his little pillow princess rain
Princess Protocol
Rain/Dewdrop/Phantom
Summary - the holy trinity: quintosis, come, and crying (plus rain's tits)
Warnings - Quintosis (and therefore dubcon), vaginal fingering, PiV sex, oral sex, rain's cunt and tits, praise kink, sensory overload, dirty talk, aftercare
a/n: happiest birthday to you, may the brain rot bring you half as much joy as you bring me 🤍
Dew finds Phantom in the corridor behind the wings, half-undressed from the ritual. Their bodysuit’s unzipped to the waist, slipping off their shoulders. They pace slow, loose circles, still coming down from the high.
Dew doesn’t say anything at first. Just leans against the wall, arms folded, watching them.
Phantom arches a brow. “You alright?”
“Mhm.”
Phantom stops. Tilts their head, grin flickering. “You’re doing that thing where you’re about to ask for something stupid.”
Dew smirks. “Is it stupid if he’ll like it?”
“Debatable.” Phantom steps closer. “What do you want?”
Dew drops his voice low. “I want to see my boy ruined. But soft, you know? All spoiled and pliant and too dumb to talk back.”
Phantom shakes their head like they can't believe what they're hearing.
“…Rain?”
Dew’s grin widens.
“Rain Rain?” Phantom whistles. “You mean the same Rain who had you crawling last week?”
“Yup,” Dew says, tone casual, letting the -p pop. “But I’m a giver at heart, you know? Think he deserves to be a little stupid now and then.”
A pause. Phantom’s eyes go a little darker.
“You want me to drop him?”
“I want you to break him,” Dew corrects gently. “Softly. Sweetly. And then I want to fuck him while you tell him how pretty he looks.”
Phantom bites their lip as they nod. “You want the princess protocol.”
“I want control,” Dew purrs. “With a chorus.”
They share a long look. Phantom’s grin is sharp now, wide and wolfish.
“Just say when,” they say sweetly. “I’ll have him humming for you in no time.”
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He's so silly I hate him (affectionate)
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are YOU on the square??? 💚💛
