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st-danger · 8 months

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Horns. Sensitive horns, starring a ghoul who lovessss to lick things (*cough* dew *cough*) and any other ghoul(s) of your choice mayhaps 👀

Rain is ready to crawl out of his own skin.

Dew is a furnace against him, pressed tightly together in the bunk. Privacy curtain drawn, the engine rumbling, carrying them to the next city. It's late, though Rain isn't particularly sure of the time. He'd turned in early, and had woken up to Dew shoving his way in however many clock cycles after. He hears the quiet drone of conversation from- two of them. He can't hear well enough to parse out who. But they aren't alone, not everyone is asleep, and Dew has a hand in his curls, fingers stroking up and down a short horn. He's aching. Tenting his flannels and huffing stupid, hitching breaths while he grinds against Dew's leg, chasing relief. Any relief at all.

Dew's fingers scratch along the base and Rain's tail goes stiff, pinching in a few points, going comically zig-zag.

"This has you wet," Dew murmurs, pleased. Rain nods. His cheeks feel hot. Shamelessly, he continues to hump forward. "What's it gonna take to get you to shoot?"

Rain could ask for his hand. Ask him to bring him off with his elegant fingers quick and dirty but not so fast it makes a telltale noise to tip off the others. He could ask to jerk himself off while Dew sucks on his neck. He could ask for a few things, with movement limited by space. Things more efficient than rolling his hips into Dew's slim thigh and rubbing his cock on it. Instead,

"Use your mouth," he pleads. Dew hesitates.

"I, uh." Smiles, apologetic for the lack of space. "I'm not flexible enough-"

"Not my cock," Rain corrects, and pulls at Dew's shirt harder. "Horns. Lick my horns." Breathy.

Dewdrop groans, and gives Rain's head a little push forward so he can bury his face into Rain's hair. Scent him there. The inhale is long and slow, tender and feral in one. Dew drags the point of his nose from the base of a horn up to the blunted tip, and presses a kiss there. Rain sucks his lip into his mouth and braces himself for what comes next.

An unnaturally hot tongue repeats the slide and Rains eyes roll back as his hips stutter. Dew hums, repeats, and Rain...

"Stop knockin' the curtain with your tail," Dew whispers, amusement wrapped around his words. "Have some self control."

Licks. Slow lick after slow lick and then the very tip sliding between his lips and Rain loses his breath in a sudden, forceful exhale. Less a choice, more ripped from him.

"Fuck, fuck," Rain swears, louder than he ought to for someone desperate to maintain privacy in a tour bus filled. "That's good." He pries his hands from Dew's shirt, and shoves his flannel down enough to allow his cock to spring out. Easier to find his friction without fabric in the way. More fun to let his dick leak and stain Dew's leg. More satisfying to smear his mess around while he humps.

"Sure sound like it." He sucks where scalp meets horn and Rain's tail switches again. "Got a mind of its own," he notes, and continues to tongue sensitive skin and the more sensitive velvet of his hellish feature.

"Suck on that next," Rain says.

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kkaisarion · 3 months

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intricate rituals

in what appears to be a tremendous oversight, apparently i, a self-proclaimed tentacle enthusiast, have never written a tentacle fic before. until today that is, when my brain decided that dew deserves to have a tentacle dick, as a treat. and that he and rain should touch their tentacles together. also as a treat.

rating: explicit pairing: water!dew/rain includes: tentacles, frotting, unorthodox hand job, blow job, mentions of knotting word count: 2,196

“I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours.”

Dew makes the offer casually, throwing out the words into the space between him and Rain. He’s sitting on the couch with the recently summoned water ghoul, where they’ve been talking about their similarities and differences in water ghoul anatomy—their different numbers of gills, their blue versus gray skin, and—well, this seems as reasonable a next step as any.

“You want to compare…our dicks?” Rain asks curiously, tilting his head.

“Yeah. Y’know, for science.”

Rain blinks, and then shrugs. “Sure, why not. It’ll be easier than trying to describe them.”

“Right, exactly. So…” Dew and Rain pause and stare at each other for a long moment. Might as well go first, Dew thinks, and without preamble, goes to unzip his pants.

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miasmaghoul · 4 months

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Nun forced fem on either SwissDew or Raindrop

yeah sure here

(idk what this is its barely nsfw lmao uhhh warnings for forcedfem, religious fuckery, mention of safewords without use of them, mostly implied corruption kink)

"It suits you."

"Does it?" Rain smooths nervous hands over the front of his habit, flattening imaginary wrinkles. "It feels so..."

"Pious?"

Rain gives a hum - it's not the word he had in mind, but it isn't wrong. Rain adjusts his veil as he takes in his reflection, turning to take in every angle in his floor length mirror.

It's odd how bare he feels considering how little skin he can see. His face and hands stand out beautifully, pale and sharp against rich black wool. That's all the uniform reveals, though. Nothing about this ensemble could be called flattering, and yet Rain can't stop looking. Can't stop tracing the shape of his sleeves and frowning at the one stubborn curl poking out behind his ear. The rosary hanging from his belt clinks when he moves to tuck it away, silver and red beads glinting in the firelight.

"I was going to say severe," Rain murmurs, fingering the inverted silver cross hanging around his neck. "But...I suppose that works too."

He feels the need to speak softly like this, to keep his voice low and his words gentle. He isn't a particularly loud ghoul as it is, at least not often, but something about seeing himself look so...reserved demands it.

Rain licks his lips, and finds the sight of it in the mirror to be borderline obscene.

"And how does it make you feel?"

The words are followed by the creak of a chair and steady footsteps on hardwood, a confident but easy stride, and Rain's heart skips against his ribs. The footsteps stop beside him, in what should be his periphery, but their owner remains hidden by the starched edge of Rain's wimple. He can't make himself turn to look, occupied instead by watching splotches of pink bloom on his cheeks.

"I...I don't know," he admits, and it's the truth. There's an odd stew of feelings swirling around in his skull, a bizarre blend of shame, discomfort and the most blasphemous sort of pride. His fingers tremble as he tugs at the knot binding his belt, a mindless distraction.

"Take your time," flows into his ear, velvety smooth, "but I want an answer."

Rain nods, sighing as he lets his eyes slip shut. Just for a moment. Maybe two.

He really didn't think this would be so hard. He knew it would be different - how could it not be? - but the heaviness in his gut is so much more than he was prepared for. He's been dressed up a thousand ways from Sunday; lingerie, pretty dresses, elegant gowns and the sluttiest costumes Swiss could get his greedy hands on. He's worn makeup and press-ons, learned to walk in the highest heels and had his waist cinched by corsets until he was ready to faint.

It all pales in comparison to the simple garments he wears now.

"...small, I think," Rain practically whispers, once the words find his tongue. It's the closest thing he can think of to describe the tightness in his chest. "It's like..." Rain wrings his hands together, the motion obscured by his oversized sleeves. "It's like I don't belong in this."

"That's because you don't," comes his very amused reply, and a gentle weight settles against his forearm. Rain stares at that elegant hand in the mirror, wide eyes caught on the place skin turns to fitted sleeve. "That's part of the fun," that hand thightens, a rough thumb arching over the inside of his wrist, and that voice feels like a red hot poker when it adds, "Sister."

The word makes him gasp, makes his stomach flip, and Rain wobbles in place. Has to reach out to catch himself on the body beside him, and he earns a soft chuckle in response.

"Easy, easy."

Rain feels the words as much as he hears them, radiating through the palm he's planted in the center of a lightly muscled chest. He shivers when a warm hand rubs over his spine, a familiar motion that has completely different connotations right now.

"You're safe," he's promised, quiet and serious. "I've got you."

Rain nods, takes a deep breath as he pushes himself upright, but he can't make himself open his eyes. He knows what's waiting for him when he does, and some part of him doesn't want to see it. If he sees it, it's real. A fantasy made real - not his own, but one he's been eager to help fulfill for ages now. Ever since the night he wrung this desire out of the ghoul supporting him, had pulled the words from his throat with precise rolls of his hips and a perfectly placed hand on a long throat.

"I've got you," he's assured again, and it's so genuine that Rain can't hold back his whimper.

"Sorry," he huffs, shaking his head. "It's...it's a lot."

A hum answers him, a warm palm cups his cheek, and Rain leans into it easily. Soothed by familiar skin and spiced cologne that settles flayed nerves.

"Rain," he says, and it's so gentle that he almost cracks an eye open. Almost. "We don't have to do this. You know that."

He does. Of course he does. One word and he's out, done, able strip himself of fabric that feels far heavier than it truly is. It would be easy, and there's a first time for everything. The word sits on the tip of his tongue, just behind sharp teeth.

"I know," Rain breathes instead, finally straightening up and crossing his arms over his stomach, "I know."

The hand on his spine remains, grounding, and Rain focuses on the feel of it. Breathes in through his nose and out through his mouth until the tangled mess in his belly unravels, until the pressure in his head subsides. Until he can face the body beside him and brace himself for what he's about to see. One hand fiddles with his rosary, nervous energy poured into a silent prayer he says at every midnight mass.

He can do this.

When Rain opens his eyes, it's as devastating as he thought it would be.

"Oh," he sighs, hot from his scalp to the soles of his feet, and the soft smile it earns him makes Rain's chest hurt.

He doesn't know where to look, too many details for his already frazzled brain to absorb; the shiny tips of polished loafers, a perfectly fitted black cassock, a blood red stole embroidered with goat heads and a sharp collar. Rain's eyes stick there, glued to that simple white square, and every inch of him tingles in a way he can't explain.

"Satanas," he says without really meaning to, and Rain is immediately rewarded with the warmest chuckle.

"Blessed be," Dew replies, and Rain feels more of the tension drain from his shoulders. He tears his eyes from that little white square with great effort and finds the other ghoul's face lined with mirth. His copper eyes sparkle in the glow of the fire, and something about it makes Rain shiver.

"I'm sorry," he repeats, taking in every inch of that handsome face. Dew's pulled his hair back, tied it into a tight knot at the base of his skull, and all it does is make him look more authoritative. "I didn't -"

"Stop," Dew orders, one palm raised, and Rain has never fallen silent so quickly. That one little moment makes something familiar start to bloom at the back of his mind, and suddenly it's just a little easier to deal with the invisible weight on his shoulders. His eyelids feel just a little heavier.

"Sorry," Rain mumbles once more, but it's only out of habit. Dew ignores it, tips his head, and then that warm palm is back on his cheek and Rain has a fleeting thought about what his habit will look like once he's inevitably tenting it.

"Tell me you want this," Dew says, voice even. He strokes Rain's cheekbone with the tip of his thumb, and Rain wishes he would push it between his lips instead. "Tell me you want it," he says again, fingertips tracing the edge of his coif, "or we'll change and -"

"No," Rain interjects, more sudden than even he expects, grabbing at Dew's outstretched arm. The cassock feels so soft, somehow plush and warm against his fingers. "No, I - I do," Rain promises, too flustered to keep his voice from shaking, "for you, I - I want to -"

He's silenced by the pressure of one long finger against his parted lips, by a soft shushing noise, and then Dew's close enough that Rain can feel his warmth. He tilts his head up, gives Rain a hungry look, and Rain can't describe how miniscule it makes him feel.

"You'll tell me if that changes?"

"Yes," Rain promises, breathless, and he nods so urgently it nearly dislodges his wimple. "Yes, I promise."

As soon as the words escape him, as soon as Dew nods his acknowledgement, Rain swears he feels the air shift. That warm hand leaves his face as Dew backs away two steps, head held high. Rain feels unbearably cold in his absence, but he knows Dew will have him hotter than he can handle soon enough.

"Look at yourself," he instructs, nodding towards the mirror. "Tell me what you see."

Rain turns on autopilot. Swivels on his heels until he's facing himself once more, all harsh lines and dark fabric. He straightens his cross, his veil, and wonders how much redder his cheeks will be by the end of this.

"I see..." Rain licks his lips again, but he can't watch it this time. "I see...purity," he supplies at length, the word syrupy thick on his tongue. "I...I see innocence."

Rain wonders if Dew will make him look at himself like this afterwards too. Once he's been used up and drained dry, left woozy and weak and with nothing in him to argue. The thought makes him queasy as much as it makes him throb, and Rain stares at the spot on his habit that he knows his cock is starting swell behind.

"Do you?"

Footsteps again, intentional. Slow. Stalking up behind him, teasing fingers trailing along the edge of his veil just enough to feel. Dew appears in the mirror beside him, and the sight of the two of them together makes Rain's knees weak.

He's starting to get why Dew wanted this.

"Yes," Rain huffs, nodding once. There's a tingle caught in his spine, between his shoulder blades, a shudder he can't quite shake out.

"Yes what?" Dew asks.

"Yes, Father," he replies, a swift exhale, and Dew looks so very pleased at the way he sways.

"Well I've heard otherwise, dear Sister," he lilts, and then he's moving. Stalking slow circles around Rain a fox ready to tear into a particularly fat hen. "In fact," he adds, coming to a stop right in front of Rain. Reaching out to slip two fingers under his chin. Lifting his gaze so all he can see is Dew's neutral expression, wild eyes and that fucking collar. "There's a rumor going around that you're a regular Jezebel." Rain winces, and Dew gives him a falsely sympathetic smile. "A common whore masquerading as a lost little lamb in need of guidance."

"N-no," Rain whispers, giving his head the tiniest shake. "I - I promise, Father," he manages, already starting to get a little fuzzy around the edges. "I'm - I'm pure, I'm -"

Dew shushes him, and then he's gone. Floating away on sure feet and gliding back to his chair. Rain watches the way his cassock billows around his legs, catches glimpses of tight-fitted black slacks beneath it, and when Dew snaps his fingers Rain follows with silent obedience.

Dew looks positively regal in the oversized armchair he's pulled in front of the fireplace. He sits with his back straight and both hands folded on his lap. Rain doesn't think he's ever seen him look so powerful, so commanding of attention, not even on stage.

"Kneel, Sister," Dew commands. "Kneel and confess your sins." He tips his head and Rain's breath catches in his throat. "Kneel," he says, "and let me decide if you deserve forgiveness."

Rain drops so hard the floor shakes.

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ghoul-slime · 7 months

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could i request prompt 115 with raindrop? when rain is first summoned, dew is immediately smitten and wants to take rain to bed, right? but when it finally happens, dew gets nervous because he overthinks wants to make things perfect

Got two requests for 115 with Raindrop (plus 104), so I went ahead and combined them. Hope that's ok with you!

Have some newly summoned Rain/Dew with smitten (slightly jealous) Dew, little bit of Dew getting into his head re: body image issues (nothing too heavy), and some fluffy, kissy ghouls being nasty in their hotel room together.

When Rain is first summoned, Dew expects to hate him. Another water ghoul, taking his place. Sure, Dew has technically been promoted to lead guitar, and with it voluntarily underwent the elemental transition to fire. But Dew’s nothing if not possessive. So when Rain is summoned, tall and elegant and an effortless master of the bass guitar, his old bass guitar, Dew feels a twinge of jealousy.

But instead of being jealous of Rain, Dew finds himself jealous of the other ghouls. How they all fawn over him, praise his good looks and skilled fingers. How sweet Rain blushes at them, modestly denying his own talent with a crooked little smile and a wave of his hand.

Dew thinks that smile should be for him. That Rain should be at Dew’s side as he shows him the ropes of his new life topside. He was the former water ghoul afterall. Those pretty, shy smiles and blushing, inquisitive looks should be for Dew.

He knows all the ghouls are clamoring to get Rain into bed with them. He sees how Mountain tucks a flower, freshly picked from the garden, into Rain’s hair and tells him how the hue of the petals bring out the beautiful blue of Rain’s eyes. He sees how Aether offers to use his quintessence to soothe Rain’s sore fingers each night after practice. How he reaches out to hold Rain’s pretty hands with his own, tells him how important it is to take care of himself. And he sees Swiss, another new summon. A multi-ghoul with a deadly-handsome smile and more confidence than any other ghoul in the abbey, how he teases Rain, makes him laugh. Whispers into his ear and gets him blushing like nobody else is capable of doing.

Dew thinks if he can’t be the first to take Rain to bed, he can at least be the best. Because Dew knows that he’s good. They way he uses his mouth to have any ghoul in his bed crying out and begging for more. Knows how skilled his fingers are, years and years of practice with the guitar making them nimble and dextrous, capable of wringing pleasure from places his partners had never even knew they had. And Dew knows just how to use his body, small in stature, sure, but beyond flexible. And with more stamina than any of his partners can even come close to matching.

So when he and Rain are paired together for the first overnight hotel stay of the tour, Dew starts to plan.

They get back from the venue late, sweaty and high on adrenaline from the show and Dew lets Rain take the bathroom first. While he showers Dew contemplates the room. Two big beds covered in plush pillows and crisp, clean sheets. If things go as planned they’ll only be needing one of them.

And if things get messy enough, there's a spare, Dew smirks to himself.

Rain emerges from the bathroom in a cloud of steam, baggy sweatpants hanging low off his slim hips and toweling his wavy hair dry. He smiles sweetly at Dew, and Dew feels his own face go red, confidence slipping, as if he’s been caught doing something he shouldn’t. He wonders if Rain is onto him and his plans to finally try and get into bed with the water ghoul.

“All yours, Dew,” Rain offers cheerfully, motioning to the bathroom. “Thanks for letting me go first.”

Dew blushes harder, hating himself for getting flustered so easily, and grumbles out a “Yeah, thanks. Sure...” as he slips past Rain and into the bathroom, slamming the door just a little too hard behind himself.

He takes his time in the shower, scrubbing his skin raw, letting the conditioner sit in his hair longer than necessary, meticulously cleaning under each and every nail until he feels absolutely spotless.

When he emerges, his nerves are buzzing. And when the steam clears and he gets a look at himself in the mirror, his stomach drops.

He looks like hell, he thinks. Skin bright pink from too much scrubbing, his eyes bloodshot and stinging. Did he get shampoo in them? He contemplates his own image with more scrutiny now. His too-skinny chest, ribs showing through skin. How his wet hair hangs limp and stringy and dripping.

He bites his lip as he feels the last of his confidence fizzle out. What in the hell was he thinking? There’s no way in hell Rain is gonna want to fuck him tonight, or ever for that matter.

He frowns at his reflection for another beat before sighing in defeat, reaching for his towel. He just wants to go to sleep and get this fucking night over with.

His blood turns to ice when he realizes his towel isn’t there. He’d purposefully left it sitting on top of his luggage with his pajamas out in the room, fully expecting to walk out with confidence, nude, and seduce Rain right there on the hotel bed.

He feels like a fucking idiot.

Just as Dew starts contemplating curling up on the floor to sleep on the cold tile rather than facing Rain, a quiet knock at the door startles him out of his thoughts.

“Dew?” Rain calls softly. “You ok in there? It’s been a while.”

Dew freezes, face flushing as he starts to panic. Maybe if he doesn’t answer Rain will just go to bed and leave him alone.

Instead, Rain knocks again and calls out, “Dew?” He sounds genuinely worried.

“Uh, yeah I’m fine,” Dew answers shakily. “Just, uh. I forgot my towel.”

He hears Rain huff out a sigh of relief. “Oh!” He laughs, breathy and beautiful. It makes Dew’s heart ache. “I’ll grab it for you!”

There’s a moment and then Rain is tapping at the door again. Dew crowds his body behind the door, shielding himself, opens the door the tiniest amount and reaches through the crack to grab blindly for the towel in Rain’s hands. He drags it back inside and shuts the door again with a click.

He towels himself off in a daze, avoiding his own reflection in the mirror. He steels himself, wraps the towel around himself tight, and makes for the door, fully intending on dashing out to grab his pajamas and retreating back into the bathroom to change. He thinks hopefully, that maybe Rain will finally be in bed.

But when he opens the door to make a run for it, he walks smack into Rain, still standing at the door, waiting for him.

“Oh!” Rain exclaims, startled, reflexively reaching out for Dew’s shoulders.

Dew is mortified, and he looks up at Rain fully expecting to be laughed at. Wishing he could just curl up and disappear. He thinks about fully making a run for it, back into the bathroom or out the door and down the hall this time. Aether would probably take pity on him, lend him some clothes and let him sleep in his room…

Instead he sees Rain smiling down at him, looking at him with a fondness that takes Dew’s breath away. Rain’s smile fades when he sees the look on Dew’s face.

“Dew?” He asks, sounding concerned and cocking his head to the side. “Why so shy?”

Dew wants to scream or laugh, or maybe he wants to cry. He has no fucking idea what to say at this point.

“Argh! I don’t know,” he exclaims, unhelpfully. “I just… I just wanted to make you like me,” he ends up saying. He regrets it immediately, feeling his cheeks burn with shame. A feeling he’s entirely unused to having.

“Oh, Dew,” Rain soothes. And then he’s pulling him in by the shoulders, wrapping Dew in a hug and squeezing him against his body. Dew looks up at him with wide eyes as Rain leans down, kisses him sweet and chaste on the lips. Dew’s in a daze as Rain takes him by the hand, clinging to the towel wrapped tight around his body as Rain leads him gently to the bed where they sit side by side.

Rain leans in and Dew reacts this time. Opening his mouth for Rain to deepen the kiss, feeling the way he hesitantly licks into Dew’s mouth. Dew reaches up to cup Rain’s face, kissing back fully, humming against his lips, feeling like all the air has been sucked out of the room.

When they break the kiss, Rain laughs, nuzzling his forehead against Dew’s and looking at him with bright, beautiful blue eyes.

“Do you know how long I was waiting for you to take me to bed?” Rain asks with a smile. “I was starting to think you found me ugly or something,” he chuckles. Rain laughs it off, but Dew doesn’t miss the blush that spreads across his pretty face.

Dew answers with another kiss, threading his hands into Rain’s hair and nipping at his lips. And then Rain is pushing him down, crowding them both back to lie against the pillows and swinging his leg across, settling himself in Dew’s lap.

“Rain, wait,” Dew worries again, “My hair’s not dry, I’ll get the bed all wet…” he trails off.

“Who cares,” Rain shrugs. “There’s a spare. We can mess this one up as much as we want.”

Dew barks out a laugh, and hauls rain down for another kiss while Rain fumbles for the towel at Dew’s waist.

“Can I?” Rain asks eagerly, face flushed and tenting his own sweatpants.

Dew nods. This is not now he envisioned the evening going, but as Rain is flinging the towel from his body and diving down to lick a wet stripe up the length Dew’s hard cock, he can’t find a reason to complain.

Rain sucks him off, one hand holding his own hair back as he deepthroats him, and it’s all Dew can manage to try not to bust immediately in his perfect, wet mouth and beg for forgiveness.

Rain backs off with a kiss to the underside of the head of Dew’s cock that has his toes curling. He sits back on his haunches to wriggle out of his sweatpants, and then he’s crawling back up Dew’s body. He grabs for Dew’s wrist, tentatively bringing his trembling hand to rest between his legs, guiding two of Dew’s fingers to his entrance.

Dew gasps and Rain groans in response.

“Feel that?” Rain asks breathlessly, dragging the pads of Dew’s fingers though the slick between his cheeks. “Dew, I’ve been wet for you ever since we got our hotel keys tonight.”

Dew curses under his breath as he lets Rain guide his fingers, helping to press two into his body, sliding in with ease. Dew looks up at Rain, mouth agape, feeling him flutter, wet and hot, around his fingers.

“Feel good?” Rain has the audacity to ask him, as if he doesn’t already know the answer.

Dew laughs again, feeling like it’s all he can manage. “Feels fucking amazing.”

And then Rain is pulling Dew’s fingers free, reaching back to grasp at Dew’s cock, to run the head through the mess between his legs.

“Can I ride you?” Rain asks and Dew is clenching his eyes shut, nodding so hard he feels like he’s gonna get whiplash.

Rain leans in to give a peck to Dew’s lips, and then he’s sinking down, taking Dew to the base and bottoming out.

Rain bounces on his cock and Dew holds on for dear life, feeling the pull of Rain’s tight body with every stroke. Watching the taut muscles of Rain’s belly flex as he rides, the flex of his thighs as he bounces. Dew drinks in every moan and whimper and sweet little noise Rain gives him as he fucks himself so good on Dew’s cock.

“Fuck me, Dew,” Rain whines, head tipped back and neck exposed. Grinding down deep. “Fuck me, ohhhh.”

Dew grasps his hips, fucks up into him, meets each and every one of Rain’s bounces with a thrust of his own, reveling in the wet slap of skin against skin as Rain babbles filthy words from his pretty lips.

“Rain,” Dew grunts out. A warning. Squeezing bruises into Rain’s hips withs his fingers. He’s agonizingly close and Rain can feel it.

“Cum inside me, Dew,” Rain commands, rolling his hips and clenching around Dew’s cock kicking deep inside him. “Cum inside me and I’m gonna squirt all over you.”

When Dew starts to cum Rain shouts, his own orgasm set off by the feeling of Dew filling him up from the inside. He cums untouched, shooting hot and wet and dripping all over Dew’s heaving chest.

They come down together, Rain pulling himself off of Dew to drape himself across his body, heedless of the wet mess between them. They kiss, sloppy and sweet as their breathing evens out. Rain rests his head in the crook of Dew’s neck.

After a few moments Rain is leaning back, looking down at Dew from where he’s perched on top of him. He’s beaming, and Dew thinks it’s the most beautiful smile he’s ever seen in his fucking life. His pretty face is flushed and his hair is damp again and Dew can’t believe for anything that he’s lucky enough to be the one who did it all to him.

Dew is lost staring, and Rain reaches down to playfully pinch his cheek, to snap him out of it before he’s asking,

“Wanna go again?”

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riconas · 10 months

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all I can think about it mean dom rain edging the fuck out of dew can u help pls

sure thing hope this helps

tags: edging, orgasm denial, a dash of choking and slapping

With a growl, Rain grabs the base of Dew’s cock and squeezes so hard he cries out. “Not yet.”

Dew’s head thumps back against Rain’s shoulder. With his hands bound and trapped between them, there isn’t much he can do: exactly how Rain likes it. Arm wrapped snugly around Dew, he can feel Dew’s skinny chest heaving, heart hammering rapidly under his palm.

The clock on the wall says he’s been at it for an hour. Dew’s acting like it’s been three. When Rain makes to stroke the head of his cock, Dew squirms so hard Rain nearly loses his grip.

“What?” he snaps.

Dew turns his face into Rain’s neck. Hiding, shielding himself, and Rain wishes he could see Dew’s face. Wishes he could see the flush of embarrassment across his cheeks, always so red, so pretty.

“Not yet,” Dew says, so meekly Rain almost doesn’t believe this is his Dewdrop. His fiesty little spitfire.

Pathetic, truly.

He gropes for one of Dew’s nipples. Pinches hard, twists until Dew yelps. “Is that your choice to make?”

“Rain—”

“Is it?”

Dew presses impossibly closer. It’s sweet, how he needs to be near to Rain, even when Rain’s being so cruel. There’s a hitch in his voice when he says, “I’m too close.”

Rain slaps his nipple. “Is that—” slaps the other one “—your choice—” slaps his cock “—to make?”

“No!” Dew yelps, squirming even harder.

“Stop moving,” Rain snaps.

Dew goes still. His breathing does not.

“I decide when you’re too close.” Rain slackens his grip by a fraction, just enough to ease a hand up and pet sweetly through Dew’s sweaty hair. To make Dew melt into him, helpless. “Disobey me again and you won’t get to cum at all.”

“I didn’t—”

“Dewdrop,” Rain warns.

Dew shuts up.

It isn’t as if Dew’s done anything bad to warrant a punishment. Lucifer, the punishments Rain ekes out on Dew are far worse than a little bit of teasing. Dew’s just so easy. He’d do anything if Rain asked. It’s a fun power trip that Rain indulges in often, even if it does take a little bit of work to get him there. He wouldn’t submit if he didn’t want to.

“How many was that?” Rain asks, stroking along Dew’s thigh, coaxing it to stop trembling.

“I don’t know,” Dew says shakily.

“Why not? I told you to count them, didn’t I?”

Dew goes tense. He doesn’t reply.

“Didn’t I?” Rain trails two finger up his stomach, his chest, his neck. Pushes them into his mouth, presses down on his tongue. “Answer me.”

“You did,” Dew says. Tries to say. It’s gurgled nonsense, with Rain’s fingers stealing his words.

Rain carelessly wipes his fingers on Dew’s face. Dew chases them for a second before giving up. “That’s not good, is it?”

“No,” Dew breathes. “Sorry.”

He does sound quite sorry, Rain will admit. Which is rare Dewdrop behaviour. He supposes he should be grateful.

Rain shrugs. “Don’t sound very sorry to me.”

Dew’s cock is hot and hard in Rain’s grip. He strokes him slowly, watching it kiss in and out of the circle of his fist, dribbling precum when he rubs under the head with his thumb. He catches the sad, aborted jerks of Dew’s hips, but they’re so pitiful he decides to let them slide.

“Rain,” Dew gasps. “M’close.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” So desperate, so distressed.

“You better not cum,” Rain says nonchalantly. “Might have to punish you if you do.”

Dew whines, shaking his head. “Rain, I—I’m really close. Oh, fuck, fuck, slow down, slow down—”

Rain gathers a fistful of Dew’s hair and yanks with all the strength he can muster. "Don’t you dare, Dewdrop.”

“Please,” Dew sobs. “Please let me cum. I can’t take it anymore, please, Rain, please—”

Rain grabs his throat, squeezing hard enough to cut him off, and grips the base of his cock as tightly as he can. It's so red. Almost purple, bruise-like. A miserable spurt of pre leaks out of the blushing tip and drips over Rain’s fingers.

“It hurts,” Dew rasps, hoarse with how hard Rain is choking him. “It hurts, Rain, it really hurts.”

“Really?” Rain replies, calm as can be. “Where does it hurt?

Dew turns his face into Rain’s neck again, and Rain feels the warm wetness of his tears as they drip down his face. “Everywhere.”

Rain’s stomach twists in sympathy. He ignores it, and tried to recall all the annoying shit Dew does on a daily basis to get himself back in the zone. May as well keep Dew here a little while longer, seeing how much work it took to get him to this point.

“Tell you what,” he says, because he's feeling so very kind. “Five more. Count them for me, nice and clear, and I’ll let you cum.”

Dew’s head lolls against his shoulder. “Please."

“Sound good?”

“Please, Rain,” Dew slurs.

Dew’s going to drop so hard and so fast after this. Rain’s sure of it, knows him well enough to predict exactly how long he’ll have to hold Dew before he’s alright. He’d hold Dew forever if he had to. Forever and more.

He presses a kiss to Dew’s temple, and stays for a moment, breathing in the familiar smell of cinnamon and woodsmoke. He feels Dew sink into him, the sudden tenderness offering momentary relief, and finds he doesn’t quite want to let go.

“Can you do that for me?” he asks gently. “Dewdrop?”

It takes five long seconds before Dew takes a deep breath, lifts his head, and presses a kiss of his own to the side of Rain’s neck.

“Yeah,” Dew says shakily. “Yeah, I can do that.”

#they love each other so much it's disgusting #rico writes #ficlet #rain x dew #dew x rain #the band ghost fanfiction

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p1nkcanoe · 7 months

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voulez-vous

[ dewdrop x rain smut ]

summary: dew is in rut and also a little out of his mind. warnings: dubcon, unglamoured ghouls, oral sex, anal sex, blood and fighting, gill play, and so many more (please read full tag list before reading) words: 7089

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#not a part of kinktober but I think I knocked out like 10 of the prompts with this one #dew x rain #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #dew x rain smut #ghost smut #the band ghost smut

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rosecoloredmax · 4 months

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ugh

#ghost #the band ghost #ghost bc #nameless ghouls #rain ghoul #sodo #dew #dewdrop #raindrop #dew x rain #dewdrop x rain #sodo x rain

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st-danger · 11 months

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swiss + rain taking dew to pound town. one of them is nice, but barely. the other is not.

Swiss fucks his mouth a little, gets himself covered in Dew's spit, and when he accidentally makes Dew gag briefly, pulls his hair and head away and gives him a sweet kiss by way of apology, even though Dew's drooled all over because Swiss's cock is too thick to be neat about it. Lips shiny, chin wet. He never minds when Dew gets messy. A little gross, even.

"So fucking sloppy," Rain laughs from behind him, devoid of mirth and dripping with a particular cruelty that makes Dew feel bad in the way that also makes him feel the most good. He feels Rain's cock sliding against his hole and he goes very still. There has been little prep. "You look ridiculous."

He pushes in and Dew wails into Swiss's mouth.

He can take it. He usually does this way. Rain enjoys when he struggles, chest heaving for breath as he carves space for himself into the most secret, tender spot. Dew likes it, too, but not for the physical pain. The emotional component, being made to do something uncomfortable for someone else's pleasure... he's sure there's messed up wiring in his brain for that. A wrong, fucked up connection too tangled to unravel.

Rain groans as he sinks in, dark and intensely pleasured and Dew's mouth falls open, eyes rolling back as he bottoms out and rubs against a nice spot.

"Such a whore," Rain manages. Dew hiccups, and Rain begins railing him without waiting any longer, fucks the breath out of him without further warning.

"Sure is," Swiss agrees. "Aren't you? Aren't you a good slut?"

Dew doesn't respond. Can't respond. Rain is so rough and he cannot draw breath. Shoves Dew's body forward with every thrust and it's getting his dick, ignored and untouched, so stiff. Hits his belly.

Swiss slaps him. He clenches, and Rain moans.

"Use your words," Swiss murmurs, voice kind and at odds with the sting he leaves on Dew's face.

"I'm a good slut," he manages.

"He's okay," Rain says above him.

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bloodsuckingfiends · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 2: Inflation

Pairing: Dew x Rain

Warnings: 18+ only, does this make sense medically/anatomically? Probably not but it's kinda hot to think about so I do not care, anal, lots of cum as in so much that it causes a cum bulge, dirty talk, Rain is the ministry cum-dumpster, this is filthy and I am going to Hell.

A/N: As I said in my last note, my kinktober prompts are going to run into November, as I've been super super busy as of late, but do plan on getting all of them written up! Also, my prompts are from a mix of the classic Kinktober list and the Ghostober list. Just thought I would note that!

“Look at you, Rainy. So round and pretty.” Dew says, his slender fingers softly caress over Rain’s lower belly, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Rain whines pathetically and squirms under Dew’s touch.

“So sensitive, huh baby? Did everyone fill you up real good?” Dew’s voice was deceptively soft and gentle. Rain knew this but took comfort in it anyways as he nodded up at the smaller ghoul.

“Think you can take one more load though.” Dew whispers, leaning down close to Rain’s ear fin, flicking his tongue out to tease gently at the delicate tissue.

Rain whimpers at the thought of Dew adding to the already seemingly endless amount of cum inside him at the moment. Swiss, Mountain, and Aether had all taken multiple turns fucking the water ghoul until his usually thin belly was swollen with the amount of seed they had deposited inside him. Aether had inserted a pretty, be-jeweled plug into Rain so that not a single drop was wasted, before sending him back to his boyfriend.

“Please Dew.” Rain lifts his hips, desperately seeking out some sort of friction. He was so sensitive. Through the entirety of the evening, being fucked through multiple rounds with the 3 other ghouls, Rain’s cock hadn’t been touched once. ‘No one but me can touch that pretty dick tonight.’ Dew had all but ordered Rain and the others earlier.

Dew clicks his tongue as he moves away from Rain, denying him any sort of relief for his weeping cock.

“Patience Rainy. I want to worship you first.” Dew leans over Rain again, dipping down to mouth and kiss at his neck, his lips ghosting over Rain’s fluttering gills, before moving downwards and over his chest. Rain arches his back when Dew darts his tongue out to circle his nipple.

Dew continues his descent, his slender fingers tracing lightly across Rain’s skin as he goes. When he reaches Rain’s abdomen, he kisses right above his navel before moving lower to kiss his swollen belly. Rain keens at the touch, his hips squirming beneath Dew.

“Fuck.” Dew nearly breathes out the word, his hands moving to cup Rain’s belly, then down his thighs.

“Gonna fill you up so good baby.”

#Ghost bc #the band ghost #dew ghoul #rain ghoul #raindrop #rain x dew #rain x dewdrop #dewdrop x rain #dew x rain #jo writes #kinktober 2023

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beeloovedd · 11 days

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Raindrops

Rainy days at the ministry (I write this as it's very hot outside lol)

Tw: Rain, mentions of Dew's transition

Rain smiles as he quickly puts on his boots and a light jacket

He looks over at dew who is looking out the window and the raindrops falling calmly

Rain walks up behind dew and gently rubs and massages his shoulders

Dew leans into the touch, relaxing his shoulders for the first time all day

He continues to look out the window deep in thought

"you ok?" Rain leans down and whispers in his ear

"mhm" dew says after a few seconds

Rain hums quietly as he begins to massage Dews neck as well

Dew lets out a soft purr as he closes his eyes and rain smiles

"I'm gonna go outside, wanna come?" Rain says

Dew thinks for a second then shakes him head

"no thank you" he says, his leg bouncing as he sits and walks the rain

After the transition he's been weary about water

He tries to avoid as much as he can other then of course hydration and hygiene

Rain chuckles and kisses his head

"ok, I'll be out there" rain says as he gets up and runs a hand through his hair

He glances at dew one more time before walking out of their room

When he walks out to the den he sees Swiss, Aroura and Phantom in the kitchen baking something and talking and Cirrus with her head on Cumulus's lap while Cumulus plays with her hair, soft purrs vibrating in the air from Cirrus

He smiles at cumulus and she smiles back

"going out there, Droplet? I think mountains in the greenhouse" Cumulus says as she glances out at the greenhouse, a faint silhouette of mountain in the greenhouse visible

"Yea. Gonna go reconnect" he says with a small giggle from excitement

Cumulus chuckles and nods

"have fun"

"will do"

Then rain gos out and immediately a big smile flashes on his face

He walks past the greenhouse and mountain sees someone so he pokes his head out

"oh hey rain" mountain says with a smile before going back in the greenhouse

Mountain hums happily, enjoying the rainy day at the ministry in the greenhouse surrounded by his element with a book in his hand and tea next to his side

"hey Mount" Rain says as he keeps walking

Rain stops once he gets to the middle of the yard and opens his arms feeling the raindrops hit him and removing all of the stress and tension in his body

He sits down on the pebbles and enjoys it

Untill he hears someone else at the ghouls den door

He looks over and Sees dew in a jacket and old converse

He's leaning on the door frame rubbing and fidgeting with his hands, hesitant to touch the rain again

Rain smiles as he sees him and gets up and walks over to the door

"come on, it's nice" rain says as he holds his wet hand out

Dew looks at him then takes a small deep breath then takes his hand

"fine" dew says, trying to act annoyed yet still hesitant

Rain carefully guides and helps dew get under the rain

Once he sees dew getting more comfortable and now with a smile on his face

He smiles and laughs before running back to the middle with dee trying to keep up

When they get to the middle they spin to as they stop running

They dance and laugh in the rain

Rain being content and happy with his element and his love

Dew being happy he's finally gotten somewhat over his fear of the rain and he's with rain

Rain smiles as he gets an idea

They stop dancing and rain cups Dews face and kisses him deeply and happily

They both blush as they separate then laugh

From inside Cumulus and Cirrus are watching this all unfold

"they remind me of us" cirrus says as she squeezes Cumulus's hand

Cumulus hums and smiles

"They're calm for once" Swiss says, leaning over cirrus and Cumulus

Both of the girls yelp a bit since they didn't know he was there

They turn around and see Phantom and aroura also watching

Phantom smiles before basically pressing his face into the glass

They laugh and Cumulus squeezes Cirrus's hand again before kissing her cheek softly, leaving a light mark of red lipstick

Cirrus blushes and cumulus laughs

Rain and Dew then press foreheads together

"I'm proud of you firefly" Rain says as he squeezes Dees hand

Dew blushes lightly and smiles with a small flustered chuckle

#Raindrop #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #dew x rain #ghostband #the band ghost #ghost #cirrus ghoulette #cumulus ghoulette #phantom ghoul #swiss ghoul #Mountain Ghoul #Aroura Ghoulette

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ghuleh-recs · 8 months

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It's gotta be RainDrop themed this week because they CAN'T KEEP THEIR HANDS OFF EACH OTHER.

you in the moonlight - @kkaisarion - E, 2.4k

When Dewdrop finds out that Copia accidentally summoned a new water ghoul, he’s ready to throw hands. He’s been the only water ghoul at the abbey for so long, there’s no way he’s about to share his territory with whoever just showed up.

boiling point - @waywardsamaritan - E, 5.2k

“You really want me to hit you?” Rain’s voice drops, taking on a dangerous hue now. He advances towards Dew, slow and intentional, predatory. Dew gulps, his eyes locked on Rain’s as Rain backs him into the corner with measured steps. “‘Cause here’s the thing, Dewdrop,” he continues, letting out a little bark of laughter when Dew startles as his back hits the wall. “You’ve been irritating the shit out of me. I’m sick of it. And you know what I realized today?” He pauses, taking a moment to savor Dew’s wide-eyed stare. “I do wanna fucking hit you.” In which Rain and Dew both get much more than they bargained for.

Change My Mind - @papaslittlesunshine - E, 2.1k

For the RainDrop fanclub. You know who you are. Dew is down bad for Rain after he steps up onstage. Inspired by the videos from this tour. You'll get it if you've seen them.

rotten work (not to me) - @riconas - T, 2.6k

“What happened?” Aeon asks timidly. “What’s wrong?” “Bad headache,” Rain murmurs. He holds a finger up to his lips as he strokes Dew’s hair, braid now messy and poking out of the elastic. “Happens sometimes. Because of the—” He pauses, cutting himself off. “Doesn’t matter. It happens sometimes.” or Aeon stumbles upon Dew and Rain after a show.

All Water Holy - @miasmaghoul @st-danger - E, 6.5k

“Rain, I’m not- I’m not kidding,” he manages, but the laughter removes the seriousness and urgency from his voice and Rain can’t stop himself. “Not kidding about what?” he asks, mock innocent. He would have thought it would be taking more out of him to keep Dew pinned beneath him, but he seems increasingly weak the longer it goes on, wearing himself out. “Fuck you,” Dew spits, pained and forced to smile through it anyway, “seriously, I’m gonna piss myself.” Or, As always, Rain gets what he wants, and Dewdrop suffers (affectionate).

Petals Falling on Demand - @crimsonclergy - E, 1.9k

the boys find out that rain has a thing for panties… or maybe he just has a thing for dew, that sappy little rascal

Floodwaters of Phlegethon - @belle--ofthebrawl - E, 5.8k

He should have called one of the others to check in on Dewdrop, Rain thinks as he stares down Alpha. This could have been avoided. Everyone underestimates Rain. Alpha won't make that mistake again.

⛧ now go forth and read, bookmark, kudos, comment, & subscriiiibe

#they're in LOOOVE #fic rec friday #my fic recs #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #rain x dewdrop #dew x rain #sodo ghoul #nameless ghouls #nameless ghoul #nameless ghouls fic #nameless ghouls fanfiction #nameless ghouls fanfic #the band ghost #the band ghost fanfiction #the band ghost fic #the band ghost fanfic #the band ghost fic rec

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sphylor · 11 months

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a little raindrop thingy i wrote because i too would let Rain slap me and then thank him for it :] (below the cut, 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.)

“Say it.” Rain hissed as he brought his hand up again, threatening to repeat the blow. Dew sobbed and shook his head, dropping it a little so his hair covered his red face. The water ghoul stepped back and sighed. Dew’s sob turned into a whine, high pitched and needy, as the distance between him and Rain grew. Elegant fingers reached down and gently cupped his chin, tilting his head back up so he was looking directly at him. Rain watched his eyes, glassy and barely focused, flutter shut as his own cerulean ones pierced into the fire ghoul’s very soul.

When he spoke next, however, his tone was sickly sweet, the words dripping like honey from his serpent’s tongue. And Dew was trapped in it. “Look at me, Droplet. I know you can do it. Just two small words, okay? Can you say it for me?”

The smaller ghoul looked up at him with so much worship. Rain knew Dew would do anything to please him. He almost felt like calling the whole thing off, scooping him up in his arms and carrying him to their bed where he could show him all the love and care he could offer. But when he finally saw the tears spill down Dew’s cheeks, he felt that delightful twist of satisfaction deep in his gut. His clit throbbed at the sight and he had to hold back the moan that threatened to escape his lips.

The fire ghoul let out a strangled sound. “Fuck, Rainy I- Thank you. Thank you. Thank you, Rainy, thank you so much. Thank-” Dew was rambling now, half out of his mind, his words slurring in their rush to leave his mouth.

“Shhh shh shh…” Rain whispered and placed a clawed finger against the fire ghoul’s warm lips, silencing him almost immediately. He studied Dew’s face for a moment, drinking in the view below him. Dew on his knees, his legs spread apart slightly to show the puddle forming on the floor beneath him. There was a delicate blush dusting his collarbones and rising up his neck to his face, where the mark from when Rain had first struck him had started to turn such a pretty shade of pink.

Rain decided that it was his favourite colour. He wanted to see more of it. He took his finger away from Dew’s lips and smiled oh so sweetly down at his little fire ghoul. “You are very welcome, Droplet.” His hand connected with Dew’s cheek again, a resounding crack echoing through the room.

#the band ghost fanfic #the band ghost fanfiction #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #dew/rain #raindrop #dew x rain #rain x dewdrop #look blame Void he's the one who mentioned letting Rain slap him #i am just a fool plagued by images and scenes

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