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ghoultrifle · 6 months

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Dew's Best Kept Secret

Have some nasty DewRora glasses porn, you freaks /aff.

Summary: Dew hates his glasses, Aurora (and Aether) think they're unbearably hot - cue them fucking nasty

These are what I'm imagining Dew wears (when he has to)

Oh and everyone's trans

@jimothybarnes optician tag, i feel like there's another optician-adjacent writer here but i cannot remember who, sorry! edit: @dewedup optician tag hehe thanks jesus for reminding me <3

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He sits on the edge of the bed, a full length mirror positioned just too far away for him to see himself. Blurry fingers gliding over his ruddy cock, blissed expression masked by the distance.

Dewdrop hates his glasses, they make him lose his bad boy edge, he’d fit right in as a librarian when he wears them, he reckons. Nothing more than the nerdy girl in a romcom that becomes absolute dynamite when she goes to prom, without the frames. Aether is the only ghoul blessed with the privilege of even knowing Dewdrop needs glasses, not least being the only ghoul to see him wear them.

“Head up, darling, at the mirror, need you to see exactly what I’m doing to that pretty body of yours,” the quintessence ghoul had insisted, holding the smaller ghoul in front of him, fingers glossy as he teased Dew’s clit.

“Uhh Aeth, I appreciate the sentiment but- ah, I can’t see shit, ‘m not wearing my contacts.”

“Oh, uh, you got glasses anywhere, firefly?” he replied, realising why the fire ghoul was so clumsy; he couldn’t fucking see anything. This was a vulnerable moment for Dewdrop and Aether knew it. Keen on keeping the ghoul atop him a horny crying mess instead of a sad one, he brushed over the sudden confession in favour of letting Dew see himself all hard and leaking.

“Bedside drawer,” he huffed.

Aether blindly reached out to grab the glasses, smudging the lenses in the process. Still curiously running his fingers between Dew’s folds he opened the frames with his teeth before placing them on the fire ghoul’s face.

“Holy fuck, Dewdrop, you’re stunning.”

The round lenses complimented his sharp jawline, softening his features. But Dew would never see it that way, convinced Aether was so madly in love with him that he could have worn clown makeup to bed and the other would think it was hot.

Tonight, Dew is thinking back to the moment he could see exactly how his dick quivered under Aether’s strokes, how he leaked onto those thunderous thighs, glistening. It’s not often Dewdrop pleasures himself alone, with more than enough ghouls willing to accompany him. And it’s even less often he takes his time to indulge himself, to really drag it out and appreciate his body. More commonly, he’s quietly cranking one out on the tour bus, or sticking his hand between his legs with fervour when he just can’t sleep.

He groans as he picks up those perfectly circular frames from his bedside, long having run out of contacts. If he didn’t know better he’d say Aether purposefully lost his prescription just to see him wear them.

As long as he keeps focused on his dick, he needn’t think about the horrors above. Dewdrop keeps his eyes below his neck with laser-point precision, dragging claws down his chest, catching on his scars as he lets the hand reach below to dip inside. It’s been months since he’s seen the way his cunt opens up around him, accommodates those sly fingers, and clenches when he starts petting in time with the short, needy strokes on his clit.

He’s struggling to even keep his eyes open now, whiny moans escaping his lips as he pumps his fingers inside. The visuals combined with the slick sounds of his digits, it’s too much. Dewdrop’s on the edge, seconds away from his release, only accelerated by being able to see his reflection thrown back at him. Just a few more pumps and –

“Dewdrop Ghoul! What have I said about using my conditioner?!” an even smaller ghoul shouts down the corridor before barging into his room.

In his hazed brain, Dew decides it’s the glasses he wants to hide from Aurora, not his state of undress, furiously pawing them off his nose as they clatter to the ground.

“Fuck- Rory learn to knock once in a while!” he stutters, his foot delicately trying to hide his secret beneath the bed.

“Firstly, learn to lock a door, idiot,” she mumbles in reply, unfazed by the state of the ghoul before her, “Secondly, you get off to yourself wearing glasses? Sounds freaky,” she says, winking at the fire ghoul.

“They’re my glasses? I need them to see? Just don’t wear ‘em ‘cause they look silly.”

“Ohh so you like watching yourself then? Wouldn’t have put you down for that, seems like more of Rain’s vibe.”

Aurora moves to close the distance between them. She reaches down to pick up the dusty frames, blowing chilled air over them as she places them askew on Dewdrop’s face, leaning down to kiss him on the cheek.

“Lucky for you, I love glasses,” she moans, bringing Dewdrop’s hand to cup her half hard cock, kicking as he makes contact through the skirt. Dew winces as he feels a dribble of slick leak onto the sheet below him.

She swiftly moves to his bedside, rummaging through Dew’s chest of goodies before returning with a sleek, blue suction cup dildo. Aurora sticks it squarely in front of the mirror, “Sit,” she barks.

He stares at it, standing proud against the dark floor, a shiver travelling through his spine at Aurora’s authoritative streak. He’s never seen this side of her, demanding, taking, she’s normally satisfied as a passive participant, happy to take what’s given as she basks in the pleasure. Seeing Aurora standing over him, imposing, he certainly doesn’t have to worry about lube.

Dew sinks sheepishly onto the silicone, knees bent beneath him as he moans at the renewed contact, ready for more after his near-ruined orgasm. Just looking at Aurora, still fully clothed, hand reaching beneath her skirt to pull those black panties down just enough to spring free, has him grinding on the toy.

“Did I say you could move?” she spits, saliva sticking to the lenses adorning his face.

“No ma’am,” the fire ghoul mumbles. He feels exposed, small, even beneath Aurora, the only ghoul smaller than him in every way. She just chuckles as she turns on the remote behind her back, Shit, she picked the vibrator.

He moans, distraught as his arms remain still by his side. His chest heaves and he blinks, looking at himself in the mirror, on his knees, pre running down the parts of the toy that didn’t quite fit in. Looking up he sees Aurora languidly stroking herself from root to tip, popping her hand off with a flourish each time.

She moans with each breath, the timbre drilling directly into Dew’s brain, he’s saving these sounds to repeat back next time he’s got himself alone in front of a mirror. To think about as he gets his fingers around his dick. The mental image is just as incredible; hair just grazing her shoulders, bouncing as she lolls her head back, pert nipples desperate to make themselves shown through her sheer crop top, and her thick happy trail, coarse hairs leading to the dripping cock she has in her hand.

Aurora moves between Dew and mirror, positioning herself so the fire ghoul can no longer see himself. He whines, what’s the point in wearing glasses if he’s not going to get a good look in? Alas, he continues to grind his hips as subtly as he can, clit twitching when the dildo hits the right spot. Dew stares up at Aurora, mouth agape as he breathes heavily. He goes to take her in his mouth, barely licking at the tip before the ghoulette pulls away, tutting.

“Only good boys get to suck mommy off. Good boys stay still when they’re told.”

He holds his head low, admiring Aurora’s feet, perfectly painted claws at the end of slim toes, covered in a smattering of light hair. He’ll unpack that another time.

“Head up, darling, you’re going to want to see this,” Aurora said as she gripped her cock harder now, tugging with a fiery passion, her free hand ghosting over a nipple before pinching tight as she howls, primal. With each stroke the sound of slick echoes in the room, accompanied only by the vibrator relentlessly hitting Dew’s g-spot, not quite enough to get him off but just enough to have him fighting the urge to writhe around.

Aurora bites her lip as she feels her orgasm cresting; legs struggling to support her, she grips Dew’s short horn to steady herself. The fire ghoul can’t help but double over at the pressure, those perfect hands rubbing at the base of the ivory, setting his nerves alight.

“Fuck Rory, ‘m close!” he says. Dew sucks in a breath between gritted teeth. These horns were new for the season, they’re incredibly sensitive- on par with his bottom growth- all it takes is a brush against it and he’s dripping.

“Don’t cum yet, baby, I want you to watch yourself come undone,” Aurora hurriedly mumbles between high-pitched feminine whines.

Just a few strokes later, Aurora’s cock is shooting her release right onto Dew’s glasses, milky white ropes sticking to the lenses, falling down and dripping on the fire ghoul’s red-hot face, clouding his vision as he keeps his eyes wide open in awe at the ghoulette. She milks herself dry, ensuring every last drop ends up on those frames. He looks absolutely ruined, cum trickling down his cheeks, ruby eyes hidden by the sheer amount of seed Aurora spilled, hips stuttering as he chases his release.

“Look how perfect you are for me,” she coos, letting her skirt fall down over her softening length as she moves away from the mirror, keeping a hand on the base of Dew’s horn, rubbing idly as if the ghoul attached isn’t about to explode.

“Go on, get yourself all messy, show me how you get off when I’m not around.”

That’s all the permission Dewdrop needs to grab his dick between his thumb and forefinger before stroking with a fierce pace. His eyes drift to his reflection, it was like being inked in mario kart, still doing his best to look at the action despite being hampered by Aurora’s cum, maybe he should try this with Rain one day- get the real inky deal.

Hurried breaths follow as the ghoulette ramps up the vibrations- so intense the dildo is threatening to leave its position on the hardwood. Aurora, steadying herself on Dew’s horn, moves her foot gently up and down the inside of Dew’s thigh and it’s all too much for the fire ghoul. His orgasm punches him in the gut as his walls clench around the toy. He near-screams, hips grinding on the toy in earnest as he fucks himself through his orgasm, watching himself through the dirty lenses as his slick drips down the dildo.

Aurora dutifully tucks herself back into her panties, wetting them slightly with her slick cock, before she walks towards the door leaving Dew to clean up the both of their messes,

“You should really wear those more often, look real pretty like this.”

Dewdrop grins, maybe he will.

#glasses are hot pass it on #trifle writes #the band ghost #the band ghost fanfiction #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #aurora ghoulette #aether ghoul #aethdew #aether/dew #dewrora #aurora/dew

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watcheraurora · 3 months

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Burning Bright

Lil Ranchers fic because they were so fun and I miss that dynamic 2.6k words

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Tango was always burning. He didn't usually catch things on fire—he knew how to be careful—but he always burned. To be fire, like him, was to live fast and die young. He burned bright, but didn't last long. Keeping a fire alive took more effort than most others tended to want to use. Fire was dangerous. Once his natural lifeforce ran out and burned away, so would he. The only way to live past his lifeforce running out in one world, without jumping to another, was to be fueled. And no one would fuel him. He knew that. His friends loved him, but not at the cost of that amount of effort.

Then... The creeper. The canary.

Jimmy was warm. He was made of soft things. Downy gold feathers and skin unblemished by the calluses Tango had from redstone work. All bark and no bite. He made threats in good fun, knowing full well he'd never even be capable of seeing them through. Despite being all soft edges, he had thick skin. It seemed that everyone else picked on him, and their words slid right off Jimmy's feathers.

And they were tied together. Tango, the fire who burned—and Jimmy, the soft canary with flammable feathers.

Soulbound.

Jimmy was asleep in the big ranch bed, holding a pillow and his feathers fluttering with his breath. The large gold wings splayed out haphazardly over the mattress.

Tango wasn't asleep. Tango should have been asleep. Tango knew it.

He was awake. His hair was casting soft light on the walls of the bedroom. They'd put up the house so quickly together that they hadn't thought much about rooms. Sharing a room was fine. They were soulbound—sharing a bed would have been fine.

But Tango couldn't sleep.

He slipped soundlessly off the large bed and out of the ranch house. The animals in their pens breathed deeply as they slept.

Tango went to the boardwalk built against the side of the mountain, looking down into the gorge. He leaned against the railing, hair flickering above his head, staring out over the landscape.

He couldn't fly here. His Blaze Rods could spin around him, but they wouldn't lift him from the ground like they would on other worlds. Jimmy, with those gloriously huge wings, couldn't fly here. Skizz wasn't here—not this time—but he wouldn't have been able to fly here. Grian couldn't without Admin powers that he couldn't use right now. Not everyone had the ability to fly naturally, but those who did were landbound until further notice.

It was strange, to Tango, not being able to fly. He was smaller than the average Player, and often just used his Blaze Rods to hover at eye level. Jimmy was taller than the average Player. And not being able to look him in the eye on a flat plane was a bit irksome.

He stared across the gorge toward the bases his other friends were constructing.

"Can't sleep?" a voice asked.

Tango's hair flared into a bonfire as he whirled, teeth bared in a threat.

Martyn was strolling up the boardwalk with his hands in his pockets. Not even a torch in hand, let alone a lantern. Lanterns were an expensive waste of iron in a world as small and limited as this one.

Tango didn't know Martyn well, but he knew Jimmy did. He could feel Jimmy's connection to Martyn down the yellow string tying them together inside. But Tango knew Martyn was a loose cannon. A wanderer whose loyalty was fickle. Skizz had warned him to be cautious around Martyn.

"Can't sleep," Tango confirmed nonchalantly, going back to leaning against the fence railing. Watching the stars drift across the sky.

Martyn pulled to a stop right next to Tango and plopped down onto the boardwalk, sticking his legs through the gaps in the fence and letting them dangle off, kicking like a kid in a chair too big for them.

"Let me guess," Tango said, dry and sarcastic. "You're here to warn me not to hurt Jimmy? Because he's your longtime friend and I'm the new, unknown party who got tied to him the moment we landed in this world?"

Martyn scoffed. "No," he replied.

“Why not? You’ve got that older brother energy.”

Martyn laughed. “I’m not going to because I don’t need to. Timmy is quite sh—” Martyn cleared his throat. The world rules didn’t allow for cursing, and the word wouldn’t even leave his throat. “Timmy isn’t good at PvP, but from what I’ve seen you’re worse.”

Tango rolled his eyes. “Gee, thanks. Whodda thunk it? The guy with redstone under his nails who builds games can’t sling a sword to save his life. Literally.” Sarcasm rolled off him in waves. Like it always did.

Martyn put his hands behind him on the boardwalk and leaned against them. “Not that it matters anyway. In a fight between soulbounds—well. You both lose.”

“Said from experience,” Tango shot back, remembering the news of Scott, Pearl, Cleo, and Martyn all having troubles with one another spreading around earlier today.

“Obviously,” Martyn replied. He sounded hurt, but not by Tango’s words.

"Is it hard? How close were you and Cleo before this?"

"Not close. Met a few times. I considered us friendly. But with the soulbond... even being this far away feels like I'm missing a piece of myself. Like she took a few of my ribs with them."

"Sorry," Tango said.

Martyn shrugged. "Trust me, I can take it. I actually dropped by when I saw you out here just to chat because... well. Timmy couldn't take it. He's got such a big, soft heart. It's open and it bleeds love for others. He couldn't take his soulbound rejecting him. If it feels like I've lost a couple ribs, he'd feel like several organs were missing. I came to chat because I'm grateful. Timmy is like a younger brother to me. And I'm grateful it's you he's ended up tied to. I'm grateful you just... accepted him immediately. And seem to really care about him too."

"I'm not in the business of being rude to people who don't deserve it," Tango said. "I'm kinda dry, I can admit that. Some people find it abrasive. But I'm not rude. Try not to be, anyway. And Jimmy's good." He reached up and stuck a hand into his burning hair. "He's the one who should be upset about being stuck with me."

Martyn scrunched his eyebrows. "What makes you think that? Timmy has gone out first both times before now."

"I know. But he's not actively dying." Tango dropped his hand from his hair and held it, palm-up, perpendicular to his body. A ball of fire ignited over it. "My kind lives fast. Dies young. We burn our lifeforce. We're dying from the moment we're born. The first spark is the beginning of the end. Case in point: I'm the one who knocked us down to yellow, not him."

Martyn hummed in thought, staring out across the gorge. "Still," he said. "At least he's got you, rather than someone with sharp edges."

Tango looked down at the redstone dust stuck under his nails. "Don't make assumptions about my edges just because Jimmy's are soft. I just know who to sharpen them around."

Martyn laughed. "Oh I can tell," he remarked, drawing his legs back from the edge and pushing to his feet. "And speak of the cursed—"

A loud yawn roused Tango's attention. "Tango?" Jimmy asked tiredly. "What're you doin' out here?" He stepped down the slope and rested an arm on Tango's shoulder, leaning against it like he was going to fall asleep on his feet.

"Just needed the fresh air," Tango says.

Martyn smirked with a quiet, "Hm!" of a laugh before saluting with two fingers and sauntering off. He whistled quietly, spinning his sword casually as he retreated into the darkness.

“Come get some sleep?” Jimmy suggested.

Tango stared after where Martyn had vanished. “Yeah. Let’s do that.”

Jimmy pulled Tango back to the ranch house by the forearm and nearly flopped on top of him to go back to bed. Tango laid on his back and stared at the ceiling, one arm behind his head, until Jimmy’s wing draped over top, blocking his view of the ceiling.

Rolling to his side, he smiled at Jimmy’s freckles all scrunched up while he slept before dropping off himself.

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“So I’ve noticed that Joel is kind of a di—” Tango coughed on the word he wasn’t allowed to say. “—a jerk to you. What’s up with that?”

Jimmy shrugged, his wings sweeping the air with the motion. “Joel’s like a big brother. Thinks it’s his job to pick on me. Grian too, actually. And Martyn.”

Tango said nothing as he held some wheat out for the cows. One of them chewed at it distractedly. “So… what? Is it like your shtick at this point?”

“Something like that.”

“Did you choose for that to be your shtick?”

Jimmy looked up from where he was planting crops, giving Tango a sarcastic expression through his floppy dirty blond bangs. “Did I choose to always be the butt of everyone’s jokes?” Usually Tango was the sarcastic one in his alliance, but Jimmy was already absorbing some of Tango’s traits. The same way Tango was absorbing some of Jimmy’s.

“Point taken,” Tango said dryly.

Jimmy shrugged again. “It’s not so bad. I know it’s all in good fun and they don't actually mean it. Makes it easy to let the words roll off.”

Tango raised a vibrant yellow brow, swallowing the sharp retort on the tip of his tongue about how being made fun of wasn’t good fun in favor of giving another cow more wheat.

He just shook his head and fed the cows more earnestly. Martyn was right that Tango was worse at PvP than Jimmy, but listening to Jimmy's nonchalance ignited his protective instincts and he wished he could just sling a sword at the other Players who were mean to Jimmy. His fire didn't do anything other than give off light and heat in this world. He couldn't actually burn anything.

After the cows and sheep were fed, he boosted himself up onto the fence. Just sitting on it with his feet braced against the lower cross bar. "Ya wanna know why I keep agreeing to join Grian for these games?" he asked.

Jimmy looked up from the tilled soil. "What?"

Tango repeated his question. Jimmy went to the small hole they'd put water in for irrigation and washed the soil off his hands before joining Tango on the fence.

"Because it's fun?" Jimmy suggested.

Tango raised a sarcastic brow at his soulbound. "I mean, sure. But you've seen how much this is not my usual gig. I don't do fights to the death. Not with any expectation of winning, anyway. I don't swing a sword like it's an extension of my own arm. I make games for people to play. Even here. It's what I do."

"Alright. So. Why do you keep agreeing when Grian asks if you want to participate again? Your friends are here?"

"That, I guess. But I keep agreeing because it brings me to a new world. Every time."

Jimmy scrunched his eyebrows. "Why's that significant?"

Tango's Blaze Rods appeared, orbiting his head quickly before vanishing. "New worlds reset my lifeforce while I'm on them."

"What?"

"I'm fire, Jimmy. My kind... we burn like fire. And all fire requires fuel. For us, it's lifeforce. And we have a finite amount of it. If I want to survive longer than I have lifeforce, I have to be fueled. Like any other fire. And new worlds... refill the tank, as it were. I've never run out of lifeforce yet. But my kind lives fast and dies young. The brighter and hotter we burn, the faster we consume. I keep agreeing because I don't want to put the burden of fueling me on the people I care about."

"Do they... use their lifeforce to fuel you?"

"That's one option. But anything else that can fuel fire can fuel me. Wood, coal, charcoal, lava. But it takes a lot more to power a whole body than a campfire and the need to refuel is constant and not something I can easily achieve on my own. That's a personal failing, though. Being forgetful and easily distracted. So I keep doing this despite being bad at it, because it starts my timer over."

"How long will it take for you to get low?"

"Depends. If I burn bright, it'll be shorter. If I burn low, I can drag it out. It's usually years, but I don't like getting even that close."

Jimmy put his hand on his chest, looked down at it, then looked over toward Tango's heart. "If it comes down to it, you know I'll do what I can."

"Jim. It's not the kind of death that would take you too, even with the link. If it came down to it and my life was running out, I'd appreciate if you helped me gather outside fuel. But don't you dare give me your lifeforce, understood?"

"Tango..."

"Do you understand, Solidarity?" Tango fixed Jimmy with a bloodred glare.

Soft hazel eyes blinked in shock at Tango's edges sharpening. "You can't stop me," he said. One of his favorite threatening phrases to say with a laugh and a broad smile. He wasn't laughing or smiling now.

Tango grabbed Jimmy's arms. "Not an option. If we're here that long, I can stop you, and I will."

"How?"

"Grian's the Admin. He'd delink us if I asked."

"Don't you dare."

Tango hopped off the fence and started moving toward the crops.

"Tango!" Jimmy called, leaping from the fence with a single beat of his wings and rushing after. He grabbed Tango's arm and spun him around. "I'm not losing my rancher. And I'll gather outside fuel, of course. But if the situation was desperate—"

"I won't let it get that desperate," Tango said. "I'm not losing my rancher either and that's not something I'll respawn from. I'm not letting you take that same road. You don't deserve it."

"Hey. Neither do you." Jimmy set his hands on Tango's shoulders, holding him in place.

Tango shrugged, slipping out from under Jimmy's hands. "It's the way my kind has always lived. That's one reason Blazebloods are so uncommon. We don't live long outside of the Nether without lava to fuel us past what we're born with. 'Deserve' has nothing to do with it." He lifted the bag with seeds in it from Jimmy's pocket as he moved away. "Just who I was born."

"Well I hate it," Jimmy said. "I hate that something like that could take you away too early."

Tango's expression morphed into a sly one. "Coming from the canary?"

Jimmy straightened to his full height, several inches taller than Tango. "Yes."

"Ironic." But Tango was smiling. "C'mon. We got work to do before going to check up on other people. Gotta establish our ranch, right buddy?"

Jimmy's expression softened. "Yeah. Right."

They split the seeds between the two of them and went back to planting.

"Hey. Wanna go steal Scar's horse?"

"Heck yeah! Let's do it!"

#definitely not Eyes and Ears AU compatible TBH #trafficshipping #??? This is kinda dubious whether it's platonic or romantic #read it with whatever shade of glasses you prefer #jimmy solidarity #Tango Tek #TangoTek #Double Life SMP #I swear I just had my instrumentals playlist going while writing this it's not my fault all the romance scene soundtracks came on #Aurora Writes #Rory Writes

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