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littlemoon-beam · 9 months
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Posted this a while ago but only as a link to AO3 so I’m going to post it like the other one. Threesome goodness. Rain/Dewdrop/Phantom.
3,871 words Phantom has it bad for Dew but don’t we fucking all?
It’s just smut dudes. 
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Dew had no idea how long he'd been there, held slightly off the earth as Rains clever fingers and tongue worked him over, teasing, sending him closer and closer to the edge.
He's on his lap, legs spread wide over Rain's thighs, back pressed tight against his cool chest after he had so graciously pulled his shirt off after making Dew beg him to.
He's covered in a sheen of sweat, skin glowing in the orange glow of the setting sun, Rain had insisted on positioning them there, right by the window.
"You look so beautiful in the sun, little flame." He'd whispered so sweetly at the very start of this, it felt like eons ago now.
Dew can hardly keep his head up straight, leaning back against Rain's shoulder, eyes refusing to stay open when those long fingers run down and pinch at his nipples again, to pull at the rings until Dew mewls out little sounds of false protest.
"I love these." His voice is low as he talks right against the shell of Dew's ear. "So fucking pretty, so sensitive."
He tugs harder just to drive his point home and Dew aches to pull away but he only pushes further into those torturous hands.
"I love how much of a slut you are for this, how much you love when I hurt you."
And Dew feels the flush run from the tips of his ears all the way down to his tail, he knows how he looks when he's flustered, skin tinting a burnt amber shade that always made all the ghouls tell him just how pretty he was.
Rain takes a second to rock his hips up, to drag Dew where his cock is hard behind his pants, using his body to relieve some of the pressure and Dew can't help but cry out.
"Rain-" He's cut off when Rain pushes him down harder, a choked little moan slipping past his lips.
"What?"
"P-please I can't I need-"
"I know what you need, Dew, don't I always take care of you?"
"Yes but-"
"Are you being ungrateful?" His voice is sharp and he tugs at Dew's hair with one hand, pulling it back until his throat is exposed entirely. "Because if so, I can leave right now."
Dew panics, feels the tears in his eyes and his heart thumps like some wild beast trapped in a cage.
"No! No Rain, thank you, thank you please!"
Rain grins, runs his fangs over the pulse point in the side of his neck and nibbles, doesn't give Dew what he so desperately wants right now.
"I don't know, I don't play with ungrateful brats."
Dew sobs. "I'm sorry! I'll be good, I'll be good for you."
It speaks volumes to how far gone he is, Dew will fight tooth and nail before he breaks down and cries so prettily and begs anyone. But Rain knows exactly how to get him here.
"Last chance, firefly, you act up again and I'm gone."
Rain knows he's full of shit, he can be mean, meaner than most but he'd never just up and leave anyone, but especially not Dewdrop when he's so far gone.
He's nodding mutely, mouth open but no sound coming out, tears slipping slowly down his flushed cheeks.
Rain rubs his thumb over Dew's bottom lip, sinking into his mouth slowly.
"Suck."
And he does, runs his skilled tongue over the cool digit, works it like it's Rain's cock and moans around it, eyes fluttering shut.
Rain watches with rapt attention, Dew's mouth feels like some kind of holy experience, no one can resist it, everyone would fall to their knees and worship him and that fucking tongue of his if it meant they got the chance to feel it.
"Hey Dew, Mountain was wondering if you've seen his-" Phantom came flying into the room, still very much not great at knocking.
Dew whimpers and tries to pull himself away, tries to cover himself but Rain holds fast, eyes hard on the ghoul frozen in the doorway.
"Can I help you?" His voice is level, calm and unphased.
"I-I...Satanas! I'm sorry!"
He's bright red and Rain smells how aroused he is, like lightning before it strikes. He grins and pulls Dew across his cock again, pulling out a sweet little whimper.
"If you want to leave do it now, otherwise shut the door and sit down."
Phantoms eyes flick between Dew and Rain and the door, chest heaving as he tries to decide what to do. He must see something on Dew's face that seals his fate because he kicks the door shut, folds his hands behind his back and waits
Rain could appreciate the act of submission, a true submissive just waiting for an order, waiting for the chance to please.
Dew shifts dragging Rain's attention back to him. "Oh I'm sorry, baby, are you feeling left out?"
He watches Phantom's eyes roam greedily over Dew's little body, watches him sink his teeth into his lip and the way his cock hardens immediately when he watches Rain move Dew on his lap.
"Isn't he beautiful?" Rain locks eyes with Phantom, grinning like a shark.
He nods quickly, swallowing. "Y-yes, he's so beautiful, Lucifer...he's gorgeous."
Dew whines, eyes squeezing shut, hands fisting in the fabric of Rain's pants. Rain licks along his pulse, sinking his teeth in while holding Phantom's gaze.
"Grab the chair over there and move it close. You may not touch him, but you can watch. Understood?"
"Yes Sir." He moves quickly, doing exactly as Rain said.
"Oh what good manners you have." He smiles, licking up Dew's jaw. "Don't you think so, little flame? Isn't Phantom such a good boy."
Both ghouls flinch. Dew because he felt like he was letting Rain down, Phantom because he wasn't used to the praise. The younger ghoul blushes again, head ducked down and his hands folded in his lap.
Rain runs his hands down the flat plane of Dew's stomach, so close to where his cock laid heavy and leaking but he ignored it like he had for the past however fucking long.
"Open your pants, Phantom, get yourself out, I want to see." He slides his hands down along Dew's spread thighs, nails biting into the soft skin there.
Once again he does as he was told without question, and Rain shifts his hips up, rocking into Dew.
"Watch him, Dewdrop. Open those pretty eyes of yours."
Phantom whines when Dew's bi-colored eyes land on him. Rain watches, fascinated by the way Phantom seems to shift more under Dew's attention than his own.
"Oh sweetheart, looks like someone has a little crush." He mocks, the thrill running through him when Phantom realized he'd been caught. "No one can blame you, sweetness, this little whore is fucking irresistible."
"Rain-" Dew gasps when Rain digs his claws harder into his thighs, spreading them open further to try to move from the pain.
Rain grabs Dew's jaw, yanking his head roughly until he could reach him for a kiss, his tongue moving into Dew's mouth unceremoniously. The messier the better in his opinion. Dew moans, trying to thrust his hips up, desperate for any friction.
The water ghoul laughs cruelly, pulling away. "So fucking desperate."
He watches Phantom's dick leak, a fat bead of pre running down the length but he keeps his hands away, eyes locked on the scene before him.
"On your knees, Dewdrop."
Dew slides from his lap like liquid, eyes glued to Rain's, hands on his thighs, chest heaving and eyes heavy with lust. He was fucking perfect like this.
Rain slides his fingers through his long blond hair, smiling at the happy little trill. He pulls the strands hard making Dew cry out, but his hips rock forward, mouth wide open.
"Move your chair to my side, Phantom, you'll want to watch this."
Phantom bites back a cry of his own as he moves to sit beside Rain, carful to not touch either of the other ghouls.
"Get to work, fire lily, mouth only."
Dew moans when he leans in to undo Rain's pants with his teeth, the front already soaked through from Rain's cock leaking while he tortured Dew.
He runs his tongue over the fabric, eyes shut, hips moving slowly. He sinks his fangs in to free the button and pulled the zip down. He hears Phantom's breath hitch but he didn't dare to look over.
Rain pushes his pants down over his hips, the only help he's willing to give and Dew's mouth is on him the second he's free from the denim.
Dew could cry when the taste of the water ghoul finally hits his tongue and he takes him down to the back of his throat, swallowing around him. Rain groans, hands coming up to fist into Dewdrops hair.
Phantom's breaths are heavier, harsher now and Dew can hear him shifting in the chair beside Rain.
The water ghoul laughs, bored. "You can touch yourself. Slowly."
Phantom wastes no time getting his hand around his own cock, squeezing at the base before he lets his fingers start to tease.
"Very good, Phantom, you listen so nicely."
Dew feels more tears leave his eyes when Rain's praise isn't directed at him. He pulls back, tongue hitting all of Rain's most sensitive spots along the way until he can wrap his tongue around the tip, licking up more of his taste.
"Awww, sweetheart, are you jealous?" And he's mocking him again, that honey sweet voice but Dew knows it's laced with venom.
He meets Rain's eyes, needs to see his face and as always it knocks the breath from him at how put together he manages to be through everything he does. Just sitting there, comfortable, breaths even.
"Hmm, what do you think, Phantom? Does he deserve some attention yet? I just can't decide." He pulls Dew off of him fully, hand cupping his chin.
He glances over at the other ghoul, drooling more at the sight of him, he's the complete opposite of Rain, he's a fucking mess.
"Yes, yes Sir, he's been good." He's so breathless it's hard to hear him.
Rain clicks his tongue. "You're so soft for him it's pathetic."
But he yanks Dew up off the floor anyway and pulls him into a filthy kiss that has Dew sobbing, clawing at Rain's shoulders for something anything.
Phantom squeezes himself hard again and Rain grins against Dew's mouth, pulling him back to look into his pretty eyes. It still hits Rain every time he seems them, the blue and burnt orange, a visual representation of everything his little fire ghoul had gone through. So fucking beautiful, strong in ways he still couldn't even fully wrap his mind around.
"Still with me, baby?" He lets the role fall away for a second, lets Dew hear a little softness in his tone.
He nods frantically, hands still digging into Rain's shoulders, eyes wet.
"Words, droplet, you need to use your words for me."
"I'm here, I'm good Rain, please."
"Good boy." He kisses him sweetly before his hands are in his hair again and he's pushing Dew roughly toward Phantom. "Get in his lap, Dew."
Both little ghouls freeze and Rain laughs, continuing to guide Dew to where he wants him. He pulls his hair back so Phantom would have the best view of his face.
He leans in close to Phantom's ear. "If you want to stop, tell me, there will be no hard feelings."
His eyes are hazy, purple streaks flashing across them while Rain watches.
"No, no Rain-Sir please, please let me stay!"
Rain slides his fingers into Phantom's fluffy hair. "Of course, but should you change your mind, just tell me."
He rips his eyes from Rain's face to give Dew his undivided attention and Rain can't deny that he melts a little at the sight. Phantom has had it bad for Dew the second he spotted him at the summoning ceremony, when he'd uncurled his naked body and stood on shaky legs his eyes immediately landed on Dewdrop and since then, well...
He watches Dew's face with such adoration that Rain decides not to deny himself the chance to watch him come undone for the object of his desire.
"Kiss him, Dew, he's been a good boy, he earned it."
Phantom gasps, eyes flickering wildly between Dew and Rain, like he's waiting to be the butt of a joke. And maybe anther time, but Rain wants to watch, wants to see how worked up the new little ghoul can get with just Dew's wicked mouth on his.
Dew leans in slow, hands on Phantom's jaw like he's made of glass. He knows how good Dew is at teasing, his kisses can be filthy and have you desperate for release in no time at all, but he's also painfully good at drawing it out.
It looks like Phantom is about to be on the receiving end of the latter and Rain smiles. He watches Dew tease, lips and tongue so soft and gentle in a way no one ever expected the little spitfire was actually capable of.
The sharp scent of blood has Rain furrowing his brows and searching. He knew it wasn't Dewdrop, he'd done nothing to bring blood to the surface in a long while now, and he knew the scent of Dewdrops blood as well as he knew his own.
He glances at Phantom's hands, his claws digging into the meat of his palms, blood dripping over his claws because at the start of this, Rain had told him he wasn't allowed to touch.
Rain bites back a groan and palms himself over his jeans, he did love good little ghouls and ghoulettes that listened so well.
"Let Dewdrop clean off your hands and you can touch him."
Dew pulls back, lips slick and shiny, eyes burning bright as he glances down at Phantom's palms, whimpering in sympathy. Dew this far gone was a sweet little thing.
Phantom shakes like a leaf as he holds one of his palms up towards Dew's mouth, pupils already blown and breath erratic. He groans and his head thumps back on the chair when Dew's tongue laps up the blood from the wounds on his skin.
Phantom sighs Dew's name with such reverence, Rain doesn't think he'd ever get the sound of it to stop echoing around his ears. It's beautiful, painfully so, something soft and needy, a gift in his lap that he didn't seem to believe he deserved.
With one hand clean Dew moves quickly to the other one, Phantom's free hand falling to cup the back of Dew's neck. Of all the places he could have grabbed, he reaches for his neck, desperate to hold him close.
"Enjoying yourself, baby? Does he taste good?"
Dew moans around the fingers he's sucked into his mouth, nodding as he meets Rain's eyes. His swollen lips stained red by Phantom's blood.
He drags Dew by his hair over to him, needing to seal his mouth to Dew's, to taste Phantom on his tongue.
Phantom whines at the loss of Dew's tongue but rocks his hips up, their cocks brushing together, both soaked from the never-ending drooling between their legs.
The sounds are filthy and Rain has had enough teasing. He's had Dew in there for hours, begging so pretty and now he himself was hard to the point of pain and Rain was never a ghoul to deny himself anything.
Dew's mouth was back on Phantom's as soon as Rain let him go, harder this time, all but fucking into Phantom's mouth with his tongue. The younger ghoul dug his claws into the sharp edges of Dew's hips, pulling him along his lap, both crying out at the friction. Dew sobs into his mouth, a hand sliding to take hold of the younger ghouls throat gently.
"Dew...Dewdrop please."
Rain laughs, pulling Dew away and back onto his own lap, moving his fingers into his mouth. "Oh my sweet boy, he's not in charge, is he?"
Phantom shakes his head, not really an answer, more like he was trying to clear away some of the haze in his brain.
"No Sir, he's not."
Rain slides his hand down, one finger entering Dew rough enough to have him keening and tossing his head back, exposing his neck for Rain.
And who is he to ignore such a sweet gift? He sinks his fangs into the side of his neck, clamping his jaw hard over Dew's racing pulse. The taste of his blood spilling over Rain's tongue has him sliding another finger into Dew, fucking him open hard and fast.
"Rain please-need you-" His voice trails off in a desperate mewl when Rain hits that spot just fucking right and curls his long, talented fingers.
"I'll tell you when you're ready, you know that." He curls his fingers again, grinning at the fresh tears flowing down Dew's pink cheeks.
Another finger joins and Dew can't stop himself from rocking down and Phantom whines with his hand wrapped hard around his cock. The scents in the room are overwhelming, intoxicating and if Rain could keep them there forever, he would do it in a heartbeat.
"Shift over in front of him, Phantom."
It takes him a little longer than his other orders did, brain too fogged to process the words but Rain allows it, doesn't snap at him to hurry up because he'd been so beautifully submissive without hesitation thus far.
He turns Dew forward, pulls his back tight to his chest, lining himself up with his entrance. He let Dew sink himself down until he bottomed out, eyes locked on Phantom as he moved into position.
Phantom is enraptured by the scene before him, the way Rain rocks his hips up, the punched out little breaths Dew breathes, his mouth open and drooling, his brain no longer able to have him keep himself as composed as he usually is.
Rain hears him whisper 'beautiful' in a voice like he's giving confession and he pushes Dewdrop forward.
"Listen to him praise you, Dew." His fangs gleam in the light of the room and delights in the blush that flushes over both little ghouls. "Give him your mouth, he earned it."
Phantom's wide eyes flash to Rain's face, trying to decide if it's a trick but he only finds a smile, amused, but honest. Dew is already clawing at his thighs, needing Phantom to shift down so he can reach him.
Rain nods and the quintessence ghoul shifts himself until Dew's got him in his hot mouth, taking him to the back of his throat the second he's on his tongue. Phantom groans, his hands coming up to Dew's hair, not pulling, not pushing, just needing something to anchor himself, something to prove that this is actually happening.
Rain moves his hips with deadly accuracy and he's got Dew crying and begging around Phantom, eyes so glassed over he looks like a doll.
Phantom has his fangs in his lip, eyes locked on where Dew moves between his legs, that sinful mouth of his more than living up to its reputation, his cheeks pink like they've been kissed by the sun.
"Rain-Dew fuck!" His head lolls back and he thrusts harder into Dewdrop's throat, the fire ghoul moaning around him. "Can't-Rain please!"
He's impressed with his ability to keep enough of his wits abut him to remember who is in charge, it's something Rain is definitely going to explore more of later, he wants to play with Phantom's submission, see just how far he can take it, see how deep he can take him, wants to watch him break apart.
"Go ahead Phantom, give it to him, let him see how good he made you feel."
His fingers dig into Dew's hair a little harder as he thrusts further into Dew's throat.
"Dew-" It's all he manages before his eyes snap shut and he comes with the sweetest little whimper.
Dew takes it all, swallows and licks at the tip until Phantom winces. Dew tugs at him until he's in his face, pulling him into a needy kiss, tears all over his cheeks, dripping down to his chest. Phantom touches his cheeks softly, holds him there and softens Dew's need.
It's impressive and watching them kiss like that, sweet and soft, almost innocent despite everything has Rain fucking into Dew's pliant little body harder until he fills him, holds him down tight to keep it all inside him.
"Rain, Rain please! Need to-hurts!"
Rain pulls him back against his chest, one hand flat against his throat, the other flying to his cock.
"Lean all the way back, baby, let Phantom watch you."
He knows he won't last long at all, he'd been kept right on the knifes edge for hours. Phantom watches intently, he can't seem to keep his eyes on Rain, only wants to watch Dew and Rain smiles, he can't blame him, but something possessive rushes through him.
He twists his wrist, growls low in his ear that he can come, and sinks his fangs into Dew's neck in quick succession and Dew is coming with a scream, Rain's name echoing around the walls.
Rain fells him float away, feels him go limp and Phantom whimpers, worry souring the delicious scent in the air.
"He's fine." He eases out of Dew's body and quickly moves to clean him up before laying down, pulling Dew into his chest.
Phantom is fixing his pants, eyes down on the floor, turning to leave.
"I didn't dismiss you, get up here behind him."
His face lights up and the bitter scent of anxiety dissipates as he climbs in behind Dew, a careful hand resting on his hip.
Eventually Dew sniffles and Rain knows he's back, he pulls him in closer to his neck, beckoning Phantom to move closer too.
"Back with us, beautiful boy?" Rain's voice is gentle, all the harshness from their play gone, replaced with his genuine love for Dewdrop. "You were amazing, perfect for me, Droplet."
Dew doesn't speak, he rarely does in these moments, but he nuzzles in closer and entwins his fingers with Phantom's, the little quintessence ghoul chirping happily behind him, pressing up into the back of Dew's neck.
Rain keeps praising him, filling his ears with all the beautiful things Rain thinks about his fire ghoul, how much he loves him. Their tails are all wound together, knotted up perfectly.
He praises Phantom too, thanks him for joining, for listening to him so well, for helping give Dew everything he needed and he preens under the praise of the water ghoul. Dew will thank him in his own way later he's sure, and he's sure Phantom might actually explode-positively of course- when it happens but he deserves it.
Dewdrop purrs loudly, content between the two ghouls, warm and sleepy. The other two join him, filling the space with the sound of three worn out, peaceful ghouls.
Rain breaks the silence suddenly. "What was it, Mountain wanted?"
Phantom freezes and Dew laughs.
"Oh shit, I forgot!"
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gayrickgrimes · 10 months
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nice rain and mean swiss with dew 🧐 idk make that bitch cry ya know
LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOO
Dewdrop doesn’t know how he got here, but he never wants to leave. Pinned to Swiss’ chest by gravity, his own exhaustion, and the firm press of the multi ghoul’s strong arm curled around his body to hold him in place. He’s been wrung through at least four orgasms at this point, shuddering and sobbing through every breath as he spasms around his mates’ cocks.
Dizziness takes him again when he hears Rain speak, “Such a good boy. You’re taking us so well, sweetheart. I’m so proud of you.”
The words curl around his mind in such a way that he can’t keep his mouth shut, moaning incoherently about too much and not enough.
“Slut,” Swiss rasps from beneath him, “taking so much at once.” He holds Dew’s folds open between two thick fingers and his clit throbs in the cold air of their room. That warm tongue laves around his ear just as Rain begins to touch him again and he cries out in pleasure-pain.
“Do you want another? You can have as many as you want, baby boy. Good boys get to cum, and you’ve been extra good today,” Rain purrs, rolling his hips just to watch Dew’s face scrunch up in bliss, “you’re so beautiful like this. My pearl.”
He can feel his brain turn to mush as the words process. Blinks up at Rain with wide, sad eyes and the water ghoul coos, eyebrows furrowed in concern. “What do you need?”
Dew makes a sound like he isn’t really sure what he needs, biting his lip and squirming around like he’s trying to move back and forth. Like he wants more. Rain’s lips curl into an overly pleased smile and he leans forward to press a kiss to Dew’s cheek, “You need to cum again, don’t you?”
By now Dew’s gasping like he’s just run a mile. Swiss tugs on his hair and pulls his head down, lips pressed to the shell of his ear as he whispers filthy names to the little ghoul. He purrs as Dew shakes.
He never ends up answering. Another orgasm tears through him unexpectedly when Swiss’ hips buck, his hand slipping to brush against Dew’s nipple and creating a terrible whirlwind of sensation. He writhes the whole way through it, sobbing and moaning and begging for anything— more, less, he doesn’t know. It lasts too long and he finally feels his heartbeat even out as the feeling wanes.
Dew gets about five seconds of peace before Rain starts pistoning in and out, hands firm on Dew’s hips as the sound of skin- on skin fills the room.
“Good boys cum as many times as they want to,” he says again, and it sounds like a threat this time.
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miasmaghoul · 1 year
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putting thoughts of rain/dew trans dew fingering into your brain
like i dont think about this ENOUGH ALREADY
(also i put Dew in a skirt i hope thats cool)
"Keep your mouth shut," Dew snaps, arms crossed and face flushed.
Rain's trying to hold it together, he really is, but -
"How the fuck -" he breaks into tight giggles while Dew stares daggers at him from across the common room. "Dew, what -"
"I lost a fuckin' bet," he grumbles, staring at the floor. "That's what." Rain bites his lips shut to keep from grinning, but it's a losing battle.
Dew stands before him in the usual black t-shirt and heavy boots, but his standard black jeans have been replaced by a short, flouncy, baby pink skirt. It doesn't even reach mid-thigh, soft fabric resting against softer skin.
"That's a good look for you," Rain teases, dabbing moisture from the corners of his eyes. Dew scowls at him, stalking over to hide behind the kitchen island. Rain tilts his head, watching the rather distracting way the fabric swirls around Dew's skinny thighs.
"Fuck off," he gripes, stretching his arms out and resting his forehead on the stone countertop. "This is humiliating."
"What bet did you lose, anyway?" Rain sets his book aside and unfolds himself from his chair, striding over to the kitchenette. He leans on it with both elbows, chin resting on his fists. Dew huffs out a defeated sigh.
"Does it matter?"
"No," Rain chirps, "tell me anyway."
"Asshole," Dew mutters. After a minute he heaves a very dramatic sigh, raising his head just enough to glare across the island. "I bet Swiss -"
"Ah, say no more," Rain cuts in with a smirk. Dew raises an eyebrow at him. "Dew, you have never won a single bet against Swiss the whole time he's been topside." Dewdrop drops his head back onto the counter with a thud.
"I know," he complains, "I swear that fucker cheats, there's no way he's good at everything I give him."
"Or maybe you just enjoy losing," Rain says with a shrug, "why else would you keep trying?" He stands and rounds the end of the island while Dew gives a discontented grunt. "If it helps, it really does suit you."
"Fuck off," Dew spits again, still face first against the counter while Rain moves to stand behind him.
"No, I mean it," he insists, taking in the way the skirt hangs over Dew's slim hips. The way it hugs the slight curve of his ass and sits high on the creamy thighs he so loves to live between. Rain reaches out to finger the fabric, imagining how easy it would be to flip up and get Dewdrop all exposed for his viewing pleasure. "Actually, I think this is an improvement. I think you were made to be in cute little skirts like this."
It's meant to be a joke, at least mostly, but the very distinct way Dew's shoulders tighten is a dead giveaway as to how he's feeling. Rain feels a cruel little smile curl at the corners of his lips.
"You agree, don't you?" He drops the fabric, callused fingertips drifting featherlight just under the hem of the garment instead. Goosebumps raise in the wake of his touch, and despite the way Dew shakes his head Rain can feel the truth. "Don't lie to me, sweetheart, I can tell you're loving this."
"I promise you I'm not," Dew mutters, tensing further at Rain's words. But he makes no effort to move, to get away, and that's all Rain needs to prod further.
"Sure you are," he murmurs, pressing himself against the little ghoul and resting both hands on his hips. "You like looking all sweet and pretty, don't you?" Rain leans over his back as Dew lets out a small sound of protest. "I can smell it on you." Dew whimpers, soft but obvious, as Rain licks the shell of his ear.
"Shut up, would you?" There's no venom in the words, despite their tight delivery. Rain grinds against him and Dew lets out a quiet groan at the feeling.
"Why? I like it too, can't you tell?" He's only half-hard, but the thin fabric of the skirt offers little in the way of a barrier. "Don't you want me to get underneath it?" Rain skates him fingers beneath the hem again, higher this time. "Get my head between those thighs and make them shake?" Rain's fingers drift higher still. "Flip it up while you're bent over and -"
Rain pauses, listening to the way Dewdrop's breathing has picked up as his fingers trail over the milky skin of his inner thighs. It's damp already, and Rain comes to a realization that has him leaking into his boxers.
"Dew, are you not wearing underwear?" He breathes it into the little ghoul's ear, and Dew makes the most beautifully pained sound as he shakes his head.
"Part of the bet," he sighs, pressing back against Rain's hips. His hands are balled into tight fists, hair hiding his face. Rain growls low in his throat.
"How long do you have to be like this?" Rain drags a finger through slick folds and Dew lets out a low groan, shivering at the teasing touch.
"A fuckin' week," he whispers, gasping when a wet finger circles his rapidly stiffening clit. Rain huffs out a pleased chuckle.
"Good," he nips at the smaller ghoul's ear, relishing the broken moan Dew lets out when he sinks two fingers into his tight heat, "then I can take my time with you."
Rain stands, pushing away just enough to see the way his hand disappears beneath the skirt. The ruffles at the hem sway as he pumps in and out, fabric clinging to Rain's long sleeve. It's entrancing, and when he crooks those fingers the sound Dew makes is positively feminine.
"It you can be a good girl and cum on my fingers, maybe I'll let you ride me later." Dew clenches tighter around him, moaning as he shoves himself back against Rain's hand. "You can even keep the skirt on while you do."
Dew shouts into the countertop as his legs start to shake.
"Maybe I'll invite Swiss too," Rain croons, "let him see what a pretty little princess you can be."
Dew sounds like he could cry.
Rain plans to make him.
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in-ghost-we-trust · 3 months
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No dew on the morning grass
Chapter 2
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Dewdrop x reader
Rain x reader???
A rewrite of twilight new moon
When dew left you crumbled into pieces, you've blocked out everyone
Rain = jacob???
Swiss = mike???
Also so very sorry this is so bad I'm on my phone not my computer, I haven't used my phone to post somthing on tumblr in years and I've completely forgot how to find bold and italics so pleaseeee don't judge I'm working with what I got
You haven't left your room in days, why should you? He's left and there's nothing else for you out of this room. When you do let yourself think, you realize that it sounds mean seeing how you have the rest of your friends, rain primaril. He was your best friend since he was summoned, you"ve been to peas in a pod ever since.
The first couple of days you didn't leave your room, he'd tried and tried to get in or you to come out, just anything, somthing. After you never did he would sit outside your door and tell you about his day, any stunts swiss pulled, mountains new flower beds for spring. He'd never get a reply but he could hear you shuffle out of bed to sit on the other side of the door, head pressed to the cool wood. You listened to him, took everything in. Anything he told you, you'd think about it when your mind wasnt on dew. As much as you wanted to open up that door and see rain, as much as you wanted his embrace, his familiar face, his safety, you couldn't bring yourself to open it. Your room was your salvation, no questions, no looks, you could just sleep, forget or dive into your grief, make yourself feel all the pain again and again. The pain was the only reminder that he was real, when mountain brought you back the pictures you had hanging from a line of fairy lights were gone, the blanket he got you for Christmas? Gone. All the shells he had dived into the lake by the abbey for you? Gone. It was as if wherever he had gone he had tied strings to anything that would directly remind you of him and tied them to himself and walked away.
You were in your bed when you heard it, the lock of your door being wiggled and a soft click, you weren't facing the door, you couldn't see who was comming in. Did you even want to look? You shut your eyes praying whoever this was would think you were asleep. A soft creak at the end of your bed sent a shiver down your spine, it didn't cross your mind it might be a creep or a werido until then. Staying still you heard soft foot steps and some rustling next to you. Your bed was about four feet from the window, you and dew had picked out a rocking chair when you both decided which one of your rooms to stay in when you became a couple. You hear it quietly creak like someone was sitting in it and rocking back and forth. A hand brushed stray pieces of hair away from your forehead, you fought the instinct to shoot your eyes open. The hand was cool and remind you of the smoothness of a rock. The hand left your skin and footsteps lead to the bathroom, the sound of water and more creaks towards you sounded in your ears. Your arm is lifted and a cold rag ran over it, you haven't even noticed you were burning hot, the rag moved to your other arm and the sheets you had covering you were moved away and you could feel the coolness of water run over your legs and stop just above your knee, at least whoever this is, is respectful. You heard a little drip drop of water and felt wetness on your face, gentle and safe, like you would wash a small child after they fell off their bike in the mud. It leaves your face and you don't feel anything else until a small part of your hair is moved, like someone trying to play with it. The rocking chair creeks and sounds like it is being pulled closer to the bed more than the window. You buck up enough to open your eye enough to look asleep and to see whoever it was.
Rain sat there looking at you, fingers fidgeting with the tips of your hair. You shut your one eye again. You relax a little bit but your brain starts to wonder. How long has he been doing this? How did you never notice? You decide to flip on your stomach to face him more, you feel his hands snatch away and a sharp intake of breath. You pretend to mumble somthing. You hear a shaky exhale and him starting to talk "I couldn't sleep again, swiss thinks it's werid for me to be here but I have to know your okay, I miss you so much ______ I mean everyone does but everyone has someone else" your stomach drops "cumulus and cirrus and sunshine, aether and swiss, mountains always been more to himself but me? I don't have you anymore" you feel like crying, you've been so caught up with your own heartache you've caused one "whenever you're okay and come back, I'll be there, as much as you need me" thank satan you had your eyes closed because if not tears would have been running down your face. You don't know what to do, you feel you have to do somthing. You "mumble" in your "sleep" again and stretch a arm out from under your head and let it flop on the arm of the rocking chair. You feel his hand take yours, it was a awkward angle but it was nice to feel his skin on your own. "I miss you so much _____" he whispers and traces your hand with his index finger. You actually do start to fall asleep with his voice as a lullaby. When you wake he's not there, your door is locked and there's no rag by your bed, no water, the rocking chair back in its spot. No evidence of him, just like dew.
Thanks to @the-fem1n1ne-urge for commenting, it really gave me motivation to write
Also sorry for no word count I'm writing this in tumblr and not my normal word docs
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iamthecomet · 1 year
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hey comet, I've disappeared a little bc my shitty ass depression kicked in again :/ I'm still bad but... could i get some domestic rulti love please? no smut pls, just swiss being so in love with his pretty boyfriend and rain thinking like "Satan he's so stupid i love him" and being all shy with all of swiss's loving pleasee
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Hi! I'm sorry this took me a second. I wanted to get to it as soon as i got it because I love you and you deserve the world. But my brain is mush and I needed a break. I'm here now. And you still deserve the world. I'm sorry that you've got the bad feelings again. Sending you love and good thoughts. Take as much time as you need. ♥♥♥
Swiss doesn't particularly like abbey chores. He's never been able to figure out why band ghouls still have to do them. Imperator told him it's because they all have to pull their weight. But that doesn't really make sense. Isn't being in the band doing that? Isn't touring around the world and spreading the word enough? Apparently not. But lately, he's started enjoying them a little more. Not because they've gotten better. They haven't. He's still sick of dusting votives and shining silver. He hates mopping. Hates spending half of his day in the dark halls of the chapel, cleaning and tidying. It's better now, because Rain's here. Rain swapped out his kitchen duty sometime last month, out of the blue. He showed up in the chapel in the middle of the day. The way he smiled made Swiss' knees wobble. Not that he'll ever admit it. Now, it's better. It's better because Swiss can watch Rain dust votives and shine silver. He spends more time admiring Rain's unfair bone structure than he does actually cleaning. Rain notices. He's caught Swiss staring at him plenty of times. But he never says anything. A light blush just rises to his gray cheeks, blue tinting under delicate skin. Swiss wants to brush his fingers over it, feel the heat of it. "Are you going to make me do all the work?" Rain asks, looking over at him, eyes creasing at the corners as he smiles. "I can't help it, Raincloud," Swiss whispers, he takes the silver candlestick out of Rain's hands and starts to work on it. Rain chuckles at him under his breath. "I can't stop looking at you." Rain's blush deepens, he looks away, grabbing for another candlestick. He fumbles it, it clatters to the stone floor. The noise echoes through the chapel and Rain winces, curling into himself. "I've got the silver. Go mop, maybe we can get out of here early." Rain turns to go, then pauses, he turns back to press a quick kiss to Swiss' temple before he heads off for the broom closet. Swiss watches him go. He wasn't lying, he really can't drag his eyes away from him. He loves him. It's such a human thing. He'd never felt anything like it until he'd been wrenched topside. And now, it consumes him. A warmth that spreads through his chest every time Rain looks his way. When he sits next to him at Mass and they lace their fingers together he gets butterflies in his stomach. Like he's some lovesick teenager instead of an ancient hellbeast. If it wasn't Rain, he might have been able to resist it. If he'd fallen for Dewdrop, or Aether he might have been able to smother it. But Rain? He was a goner the second Rain turned his cerulean eyes on him. Swiss' mission in life is to turn Rain's perpetual resting bitch face into a smile. To drag the reserved water ghoul out of his shell. To make Rain laugh. "Swiss," Rain says, from across the room. He's been caught again. He doesn't even have the decency to feel bad about it.
"Yeah, Raincloud?" "I thought you wanted to get out of here early?" Swiss looks at him, the permanent pout to his lips, the way his curls always hang in his eyes. He feels his beauty like a jolt to the chest. He puts the candle stick down. He closes the distance in three long strides. He takes Rain's face in his hands and kisses him softly, it's almost chaste. "We could play hooky instead," Swiss suggests. He cards his thumbs over Rain's cool cheekbones. Rain bites his lip, eyes darting between Swiss' while he tries to figure out what Swiss is talking about. "And do what?" "Go out to the lake. Lay in the sun. Have a picnic, I don't know?" Rain laughs, shaking his head. "A picnic?" "C'mon, Rain." "You just want--"
"No," Swiss cuts him off. "I don't. Want to see the way the sun brings out the blue in your hair. I want to see you in your element. I want to count the freckles on your cheeks. I want--" "You're an idiot," Rain says, still chuckling at him. "Maybe, but I'm yours." Rain bends to press his forehead to Swiss'. He closes his eyes. He's all Swiss can smell, lake water, petrichor, something clean and cool and otherworldly. "Sister will kill us." "Sister won't know." "We're not even halfway done," Rain points out. "Dew owes me a favor." Rain scoffs, but he doesn't say no. He doesn't open his eyes, he inhales sharply. One of his hands comes up to rest over Swiss' heart. Swiss feels the moment he gives in. There's a small sigh, the sag of his shoulders. Swiss' grin stretches from ear to ear. "Fine," Rain smiles, finally opening his eyes. "But I want snacks too." Swiss laughs. He grabs Rain's hand and pulls him towards the chapel door, towards freedom. "Anything you want, Lily Pad."
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pool-floatie · 22 days
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Tall Tales: part 7
lets goooo 💯💯🔥
Ok I love this cause its raining rn and I was writing a scene where its raining and its night and now IRL its r a i n i n g and its n i g h t it's like im a manifestation wizard you should all cower, oh by the way heres the rest of that fic i promised ya (I didnt promise you shit, this exists only because i am a merciful and kind God.)
Also lets play a little game of spot the metaphor/ hidden message!! Its pretty obvious if you know anything about literature !! Good luck!!
Avril woke to the surrounding warmth of the giants hand, giving them blissful comfort from the chill of their new surroundings. They wriggled around to get a better look. Kneeling, they peeked out of the large hand; A cave big enough to hold the giant at full height sheltered the pair from the slowing patter of rain outside, a shallow breeze blew through the large entrance, keeping the cave almost as cold as the outside. At least it was a bit less wet, they thought.
Avril felt a small twitch of Jaces' fingers; apparently, their stirring had awoken him.
They sunk down lower, making sure they wouldn't be knocked off if the giant made any sudden movements.
Big, drowsy, half lidded eyes blinked open, slowly landing on the little thing in Jaces palm.
Avril gave a tentative wave. Jace let out a small puff of air from his nose, smirking.
As cute as they were when asleep, he loved the humans shyness, though he was sure that eventally he would get them to come out of their shell, he had seen their spunk before, a real person behind the mask of fear.
"Mornin' " he sighed, stretching his free limbs out.
" .. Hi.." Av uttered quietly
Jace sat up slowly, minding the little being he held.
He sat up against the cave wall and admired his tiny companion. They were wonderful, short, blonde, ruffled hair framed their face and brown doe eyes looked up at him adorably.
" you sleep well, av ?" he asked, though he wanted to ask a more open question, it seemed the simple 'yes/no' questions were easier for them, baby steps.
" Mhmm" they replied
" Great " he sighed
Loking out of the cave jace saw that the rain had nearly stopped.
" hey, not sure if your too much of a morning person but, the suns about to rise... Did you wanna come watch?"
They thought for a moment, sure not being awake at the literal crack of dawn would be nice but...
" .. Yeah, sure"
Jace beamed
"Sweet. And, hey... I, I know I was, absolutely awful to you... Before.. I just, i guess I got carried away but I hurt you, I didnt even realise cause' ive never actually met a human" he rambled
" but I know that's not an excuse for hurting you and making you scared and being a complete dickbag, so, Avril, im Sorry. Im sorry for hurting you and im sorry that I teased you and-"
He was scilenced by a touch on his thumb.
" ... Jace, its - well its not ok, but, , well- thank you."
He hadnt even realised he was crying.
Jace smiled through teary eyes.
"No, thank /you/ for... Well for a second chance." he said
Av paused for a moment.
" yeah,,, a second chance" they said
Jaces smile grew and he wanted to hug the human through any means, but he reisisted knowing it would probably freak them out.
"Oh hey, it, uh, stopped raining..." avril said, breaking the scilence.
Stepping towards the entrance of the cave the two saw the sun begin its ascent into the new sky, lighting up the previously dreary dwelling to reveal a new side to it.
Outside the cave the rain left dewdrops on everything, turning the scene into a shimmering chandelier. It hilighted the mossy green rocks, cracked from age that sat just outside the cave, beyond lie a beautiful willow tree that framed the caves entrance. Rain dripped from its leaves and tapped a slow rythm on the ground
Pip, pip, pip.
A small breeze blew past, carrying the blooming scent of nature and rusting the willows leaves.
The birdsong slowly began to crescendo, announcing a new day to the rest of the forest and all who inhabited it.
Jace briefly looked away to see avrils reaction, they were enthralled, wide eyes taking in every gorgeous detail as they stood leaning off the side of Jaces' cupped hand trying to take in as much as they could.
" its beautiful..." they said, unable to look away lest they miss a single second of the mornings beauty.
"Amazing what nature does, you cant find this stuff anywhere else." Jace replied, equally enthralled.
" Thank you" avril said
" thank you? For what?"
Av thought for a moment.
" just.... This."
Jace smiled, he knew what they meant.
" yeah, of course."
The sun rose higher as the wind slowed and the pair continued admiring the stunning morning.
" hey, seems pretty clear now, you want to head back ?" jace asked
" yeah, sounds good" av said, plopping down into the massive plam and resting their arms on the cupped edges.
Jace began the trek back, following the river upstream.
"Hey, humans eat fish, right?" he questioned
"Uh yeah, what, you got a fishing pole my size?" av joked
"oh, much better" he hinted
Av turned and quirked a brow at the giant.
" what?" he said innocently
Av rolled their eyes, whatever awaited them would surely be an adventure.
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sphylor · 11 months
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Mushy May - Day 1 - A day at the beach
Rating: everybody
Pairing: Swiss/Rain/Dewdrop
Words: 762
Summary: a very hastily written ficlet about Rain finding a little present for Dew
(thank you @forlorn-crows for putting together mushy may!!)
This was the most relaxed Rain had seen his pack in weeks. After a pretty full on start to the year’s touring, Papa had decided that what he and the ghouls needed was a day away to rest and recharge before the next leg started. So here they were at the beach.
As soon as he had gotten the chance, the water ghoul had dived into the sea, bobbing in waves and waiting until Copia had fallen asleep in his chair. Dew gave him a longing look from dry land as he unglamoured his gills and fins and dipped under the surface. The poor ghoul was still having some trouble adjusting to his loss of his old element and entering bodies of water was difficult for him. That and the fact that he had become very attached to Rain and was upset that he couldn’t spend more time with him. He understood Rain needed this, though, and tried to not pout too much.
The salt water took a few minutes to get used to. Rain spent most of his time underwater in the Abbey’s freshwater lake and so this was a pleasant change of pace. He drifted for a while past clumps of seaweed and tiny little fish. The sun cast dazzling patterns onto the sandy floor below. It was mesmerising.
As he was watching the shifting light, he saw something glinting in the sand. Rain swam down further and gently scooped it up in his webbed fingers. It was a small piece of seaglass. He turned it over in his hand and admired it. Upon first glance it appeared completely orange but as Rain held it up to the light he noticed streaks of blue running through it. It was beautiful. 
He clutched it in his fist and broke through the surface of the water, paddling to shore and glamouring back to his human form along the way. He saw that Copia was still sleeping peacefully in his chair, his nose red with sunburn. 
Rain looked around at the others as he towelled himself off. Mountain’s head poked up out of the ground as he shovelled sand out of the hole he was digging while Cirrus and Cumulus used that sand to build a grand sand castle. Sunshine was hopping along the beach collecting shells, pebbles, feathers and any other interesting objects she could find. Every now and then she would return to the castle and decorate it with her newly found treasures. Aether sat and watched the others, head leaned back and soaking in the sun. Next to him, under the shade of the parasol, laid Dew and Swiss. 
The two ghouls were sleeping peacefully wrapped up in each other’s arms. Dew looked so peaceful, his head resting on Swiss’ chest, his lips parted slightly in the most adorable way. Swiss had his face buried in Dew’s hair and purred softly in his sleep. Rain thought his heart was going to burst with the amount of affection he had for the two sleeping ghouls in that moment. 
He laid down on Swiss’ other side and leaned over to plant a kiss on Dew’s nose. “Wake up, sleepy.” he whispered softly. Dew’s eyes slowly fluttered open, the cerulean and amber irises lighting up when he realised who had interrupted his nap. 
“Hi.” he smiled, still not fully awake.
“Hi. I have a present for you.” Rain held out the seaglass in his palm for the fire ghoul to see. 
Dew was quiet for a moment as he stared at the glass in Rain’s hand, a puzzled look on his face. Slowly, he reached out a tentative hand and picked it up. Rain watched nervously, suddenly doubting that Dew even liked it at all and feeling increasingly embarrassed. 
“Pretty.” Dew breathed out as he stared at the seaglass like it was the most precious object in the world. He looked up at Rain and saw his expression mirrored in the water ghoul’s face. 
“Hey! How come you didn’t get me anything, Rainbow?” Swiss mumbled from in between them as he rubbed his eyes sleepily.
Rain poked him in the side playfully before cuddling into him more. “Sorry but I’m not going back in the water now. I’m comfy here.”
Swiss sniffled and Rain rolled his eyes at Dew. He propped himself up on his elbow and kissed the multi-ghoul softly, feeling the pout melt away against his lips. 
“There, is that good enough for you?”
Swiss smiled and pulled the two ghouls in closer. “More than I ever could have asked for.”
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bug-ghouls-corner · 9 months
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5: "tell me if it feels good" Swiss/Dew
ooooh Little Moon thank you so much!
gonna switch up a little bit, soooooo Top Dew/ Bottom Swiss >:3
MDI
(also very sorry i haven't written smut in a while and i didn't beta read :,])
"tell me if it feels good ok?" Dew whispered into Swiss' ear before giving a soft lick to the shell of it. Swiss gasped underneath Dew, legs stretched out and tied to the bed and exposing himself to the room.
Swiss had been... pent up for the past week, not needing sex like usual but experiencing all the pent up emotions. Which, after getting too snappy at the new summons while playing poker, caused Dewdrop to pull Swiss into his room and devise the plan.
The plan was to ensure Swiss wasn't bored, with Dew just trying different things to make him tick.
the first was a request from Rain, of Dew choking Swiss until he felt some sort of release. Swiss didn't like it that much when done to him, so Dew moved towards a plan two- just do things he likes onto Swiss and see if he likes it.
Soon enough, that too ran out of options. Swiss was left tied up, half hard and even more snappy than what gotten him into this mess.
Though, Dewdrop had an idea.
it was fairly normal, though really only something Cirrus did to people when she was feeling a little nice. Dew decided to let the feeling of the unknown subject the experience instead of simply 'do you like getting this instead of exacting it?'
He started by opening Swiss up, like he was about to take Dew in a normal get in, get out session. Instead of that however, Dew leaned down from his spot on top of Swiss where he was listening to his breathy moans, and slid down, delicately kissing and licking his body until Dew was between Swiss' tense legs.
Dew said it again, "tell me if it feels good ok?" and moved to suckle and lick stripes up Swiss' dick. Swiss cried out at that, bucking and twitching at the sensation of Dew both sucking him off and fingering him open. This was the highest point of noise Swiss had made instead of complaining, and comparatively a win against his conundrum. Swiss yelped when Dew found his prostate, keening at the feeling of Dew's focussed attention to it, and further falling into a haze of pleasure when Dew went from giving kitten licks to his arousal to full on deep-throating it.
"oh fuck Dew" he managed to grit out, "yeah, yeah that feels good"
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south-sea · 1 year
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How do Orbot and Cubot feel about everyone in the AU?
more context about their involvement back here since i don't talk about the tinker household/arc too much
honestly they're just along for the ride. they could have stayed with sonic & co and worked with tails instead or something, but there's no rule saying they can't eventually change their minds, so they may as well tag along with Mr. Tinker first and see how life like that would have been.
turns out it wouldn't have been so bad, really.
the house Mr. Tinker takes up residence in is comparatively massive, and yet everyone ends up sharing rooms anyway. they appreciate the openness and ability to choose. while sage and belle (and motobud) eventually take to sharing a room, the shape-bots share one of their own. dewdrop stays out back and rarely comes inside. metal is largely absent--he does not live with them.
in any case, the shape-bots start out feeling largely out of place and stay holed up in said room at first, contemplating it all between themselves. i mean, how do you really handle going from being routinely threatened/kicked around, to being openly praised and shown affection over the simplest little things on the daily? they've been through this once before very briefly, but this time it's by choice, and even then it's just... weird. they almost can't decide if they like this more or not.
sage is, at first, the one they interact with the most. she's the most familiar, and is of a similar mind for different reasons; this is not technically their father, but he's close enough, right? it would've been weirder if they didn't follow him, right? ... right. probably.
eventually they warm up to it all and start hanging out in the room when Mr. Tinker's doing his thing. that eventually leads to them habitually bringing him tools he needs, or holding something steady as he works on it, or even helping him keep inventory on supplies--something orbot in particular is good at, and definitely gets praised for quite often. weird, but not unwelcome, he thinks. cubot just thinks he's lucky, and tries a little harder to be a good helper too.
by the time they're settled into a new routine of being Mr. Tinker's assistants, it's belle they start to relate to more. orbot in particular takes his role as an assistant (mostly) seriously, while cubot is the one who's more enthusiastic about the things Mr. Tinker's actually making. orbot likes the process, cubot likes the result. belle is equally enthusiastic about both, and helps throughout the whole process, so she's naturally the one they end up spending the most time around.
they start to really understand why she was so fond of him. this is a man worth respecting. it's still a little weird, and they suspect they'll never really be able to shake that sense of almost-but-not-quite, but it's a good, comfortable life otherwise.
no one pays too much mind to dewdrop. he tends to remain perfectly stationary just outside the back door. the shape-bots are no different when it comes to the whole "pays dewdrop no mind" thing, given he doesn't exactly give anyone much to work with, though they did have a small hand in making him a little shack to stand in in case it rains. they stay out of his business and assume he's either not fully sapient, or will come out of his shell eventually.
metal is a completely different story. they definitely always have and always will consider him their "big bro", and now he's just downright elusive. when he does show up, they try not to make a big deal about it so he doesn't just immediately get fed up and leave. frankly, neither of them can understand his reasoning when he just stops showing up entirely over time. why wouldn't he want to be around their now totally cool and nice father??
they start to forget it was ever weird at all.
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muutos · 1 year
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rain stuff
has gills & webbed fingees & toes
can live & breathe under the water but does not
ministry had to get him somewhere to soak though because he was ruining all the bathtubs and got depressed bc there was nowhere to swim
throw his raw fish at him he’ll chomp like bear
shy baby, introverted, anxiety string bean. mild mannered for ghoul, despite having his feral traits.
spends a lot of time with the ghoulettes / cumulus
Reads every book
Jealous of dewdrop’s bravado on stage & tries to mimic it & it causes him to b extra shy round sodo.
starting to come out of his shell
Thoughtful & needy, wants to be holding hands or cuddling every second
Sensitive, struggles with his demonic & monstrous traits
The bass sounds make him happy bc they’re low & relaxed & melodic & they make his ears happy.
surprisingly bad tempered when embarrassed. 
wears his mask a lot to hide any weakness he may be showing
don’t mistake his shyness and anxiety and quietness/observant nature for being cowardly or passive. 
he will fuck you up, and he can fuck you up. his limbs are strong for swimming, & even though he may be nervous he’s not afraid to fight for himself or his friends. 
in fact he’s known to get pissed off and wrestle / roll around with the other ghouls. 
will pick up shells or little rocks on the beach whenever he’s out, or by the water. he’ll give them to his friends, if they remind him of them. but he has a small collection of his favourites. 
wishes he could spend more time with fans. 
likes cool, damp & shady places. he’ll wade in the rain or in ponds/puddles. 
impostor syndrome, doesn’t feel entirely monster and is far removed from humanity. 
smart as hell 
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littlemoon-beam · 5 months
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Moon - was thinking about your Holy Dew and had *thoughts* about - an unholy Trinity….
Dew x Rain x Mountain
Some supplication maybe?? 💜
~Happy Sunday, sinners!~
Oh my love! I LOVED this request. Now I will say that I had a plan and then Dew just...did his own thing...and then Mountain did his own thing...
Anyway! Hope you enjoy whatever the hell this is! 🖤🖤🖤
Tagging @askingforthesun in this one because I teased them a bit with it.....😚
Cw: praying, dp, crying, overstimulation, blasphemy (who doesn't love that?!), shifting power dynamics between Mountain and Dew, a very brief blink and you miss it mention of a maybe daddy kink toward the end....
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Dewdrop screams and thrashes as he cums again, speared and spread wide around Mountain's cock, thighs shaking.
He can barely keep his head up anymore, eyes glassed over, face sticky with tears and sweat.
Rain grins as Mountain's fingers slide down the angel's chest slowly until he gets low enough to tease at his clit. He jerks and tries to shut his legs but he can't, not when they are thrown so wide across Mountain's thighs.
"Please I-" The words die off in a strangled moan and Rain's spent cock slowly starts to stir again.
Rain watches Mountain roll his hips, the way his cock slides deeper into Dewdrop, he's so wet it drips down and Rain wants to kneel before him and drink his fill, wants to receive his blessings straight from the source while the angel screams for him.
But he's patient and they aren't there yet.
"Please what, Angelus?" He stalks closer, standing between their entwined legs, grabbing hold of Dewdrop's chin. "You didn't finish your thought."
Mountain grins and drags his fangs over the shell of the angel's ear, growling low. The angel shivers, the sound dripping down his spine and curling deep in the pit of his stomach.
"I can't...it's too much, Dominus." He'd been spread out for hours even before Mountain joined.
"Hardly. We've barely even gotten started." He strokes his cheek softly.
Mountain's hands circle his waist and Rain feasts on the sight like the last supper, watches how completely Mountain envelops the little angel, how effortlessly he moves him. He watches both of their faces, Dewdrop's eyes rolled back, lips parted around pleas for mercy. Mountain's green eyes gone dark and murky, hungry, predatory eyes.
"Please... meine Liebe...."
"Shh Engel. Take it, know you can, know you want to." Mountain licks over his erratic pulse, the beat like thunder against his tongue. "I'm nowhere near close, Engel."
"He's taking such good care of you, Angelus, don't you think? A patient, devoted disciple."
"Dominus..." Mountain thrusts his hips up with his teeth teasingly locked on his neck. "Oh...oh god!"
The demons meet eyes over his head. Mountain looks shell-shocked, the landing blow evident in his eyes. Rain just grins.
"God hm? You're are really moving up in the world, Mountain." But it burns through his veins despite the teasing, hearing his angel blaspheme, taking the Lord's name in vain while spread wide for his demons. His cock stirs more between his legs.
Mountain's hand falls, his fingers dancing across Dewdrop's clit and the tears that spill are so beautiful Rain wants to catch them, wants to keep them like diamonds.
"If he's to be god, Angelus, maybe you should pray. Is he vengeful? Will he grant you mercy? Will he see fit to deliver you from your tournament?"
Rain strokes himself and Mountain growls, he knows Dewdrop feels it against his back where he's all but glued to the giant. He's tasted Dewdrop's prayers, has had him wrapped around him while swearing his devotion, offering himself, body and soul to his saviour.
From the near rabid look in Mountain's eyes, he'd never been on the receiving end of such a thing and Rain's veins itch with excitement, controlling the scene, both of them now looking to him to direct the way the pleasure turns.
"He's been so good to you, Angelus. Give him your worship. Let him hear how devoted you are, how blessed you are to be in the presence of such benevolence."
Rain watches, fascinated by the darkness that takes over the angel's eyes and the red that blooms over Mountain's cheeks, a sudden role reversal that leaves him twitching. The look in Dewdrop's eyes is hungry determination, the thick ropes of blasphemy strangling him but he speaks with conviction regardless.
"Mountain..." He gasps, tips his head back to meet the giants eyes and Rain's eyes fix on the line of the angels throat still covered with bruises Rain sucked into his skin.
"Turn him to face you, Mountain." Rain knows what it is to see those holy fire eyes lit up in prayer, knows how addictive his piety is. He wants to watch Mountain crumble in the angel's little hands.
He watches Mountain's massive hands lift the angel with ease, both hissing when Mountain pulls from his body, his cock shiny, hard as stone. Dewdrop teases his cunt over the head before slowly sliding back down, hand around Mountain's throat as he speaks.
"Mountain, my god, I come to you a sinner, I come to you laid bare so you may look upon me and decide to punish or deliver me." He rolls his hips and Mountain digs into his skin, shaking as the words slip into his ears. "I seek your mercy, your absolution."
Rain creeps up behind the angel and falls to his knees. He guides Mountain's hands down to his ass, making him hold him open. Rain grins and slides his tongue over the tight ring of muscles that still makes the angel blush bright red, that makes him make the prettiest little broken sounds.
Mountain's fingers graze over Rain's cheek, gentle and sweet, a silent thanks for giving this to him, for allowing him to have the angel in such a way.
Dewdrop keens, rocks his hips to take more of Mountain and to grind against Rain's tongue.
"Oh lord-" He drops his forehead against Mountain's collar bone. "Please be merciful, please deliver me from this snare of sin, please fill me with your grace so that I may be bathed clean in your salvation."
"Satanas Engel..." Mountain groans and fucks up into his body harder, spreading him open wider for Rain's tongue.
Rain pulls back just enough to speak. "Has he earned it, Mountain?"
The earth ghoul's eyes dart around almost nervously. He looks at the angel against his chest and down at Rain.
Rain feels it when Mountain takes the control back from the angel, when he gets his wits about him and decides.
"You'll take us both, Engel, that is your act of contrition. Then you'll be absolved."
Dewdrop sobs against him and Rain's blood goes as hot as the pit, burning through him like the fire in his angel's blood. He grins up at the gentle giant, pleased with the way his mind works.
Rain takes his time slicking his fingers up and easing them inside of the angel. He wails and struggles but Mountain holds firm, keeps him in place with a haze in his eyes Rain has only ever seen when the giant hunts.
The angel screams when Rain works into him and the demons growl, the painfully tight squeeze of his body, the wild look in his eyes, the way his heart races and he can't do anything but pant heavily and dig his nails into Mountain's chest.
"Thank him Angelus." Rain growls up against his ear, dragging his tongue over it. "Thank your god for being so willing to release you, to grant you mercy."
The demons shift their hips at the same time and the angel is beyond screaming, no room for breath in his lungs when he's so full of them.
"My god...my lord I-" The words catch in his throat and Mountain lifts his chin to kiss him.
Rain watches the way Mountain's lips move, how he could be so rough when he wanted to be, how his hands could crush the angel but somehow he manages to be so soft, so reverential.
"Absolve me, Father." He breathes into his mouth, clenching around both of them.
Mountain's eyes go wide, shocked, and Rain hears the near desperate plea in his voice as it shakes around Dewdrop's name.
Rain pulls from his body when Mountain begins to swell, stroking himself quickly and cumming across his back. Mountain knots him with his mouth sealed to the angel's, fingers curled in his hair and Dewdrop arches his back and spills around him.
He watches Dewdrop's eyes shut, watches the way Mountain cradles his limp body as gently as the brush of feathers and adjusts them on the bed. Rain cleans off the angels back and slots up behind him, kissing his shoulder and neck.
Rain takes in the way Mountain's eyes stay locked on the angel's sleeping form, the way his fingers trace over his sweet face with devotion sparkling in the murky depths of his algae pool eyes.
He doesn't feel the need to fill the silence, just presses closer to his angel to feel his breathing against his chest. Mountain stays locked inside the angel for what seems like an eternity, and Rain is almost envious. But Mountain is a devoted disciple, honorable and loving and Rain had never once hesitated to trust him with his angel.
Dewdrop's eyes flutter and he reaches back for Rain's hand, lacing their fingers, seeking him even in the haze of his mind.
Mountain smiles at the scene, turns Dew's face toward Rain and keeps him there for a long while so Rain can lick into his mouth, can speak softly across his tongue.
Mountain watches with an ache in his heart, not pain but a love so deep he can't put into words. He may be able to play the role of a loving god, absolve the angel of imagined sins, but Rain would always be his saviour.
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gayrickgrimes · 11 months
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How about....
Swiss and Rain insisting on helping pregnant Dew with things like getting off the couch/out of bed, helping him put on and take off his shoes or button up his pants because he can't reach. He grumbles about it because he hates asking for help but he secretly loves that his mates want to care for him so much
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MORE PREGNANT DEW!!!!!!!!!!
ft. bpd autistic dew (he always has bpd and he’s always autistic but they’re mentioned here)
It’s always a conflicting feeling when Dew is forced to accept help from someone— his mates included. He’s been needing to accept it more lately and he hates it. Can’t wait until this kit finally decides it’s done cooking and comes out, even if it means looking forward to sleepless nights and the insanity of raising a child. But for now he’s stuck in, essentially, limbo.
Right now, he’s stuck in bed. Swiss and Rain curled around him protectively in the night, probably on instinct, and now Dewdrop can’t move unless he wakes them and asks for help getting up. Because he has to struggle, even with the little things. The way his mates are purring, he almost wants to fall back asleep and surrender himself to the comfort of it, but carrying a kit brings many negatives and a tinier bladder than usual is, unfortunately, one of them.
Dew makes a small noise of discontent and begins to wriggle, to no avail. He’s just not big enough to get his two much larger mates off of him, and that carries its own insecurities.
Thankfully he doesn’t have to wait much longer for one of them to wake up. Swiss’ big brown eyes peek open and he, first, smiles. Then the discomfort on Dew’s face registers in his mind and he’s sitting up, pushing the fire ghoul’s hair out of his face and asking what’s wrong, all panicky. It’s cute how easily he worries.
“Just gotta piss,” Dew grumbles, and then makes grabby hand motions at Swiss. He cocks his head to the side in confusion and Dew blushes, embarrassed. “Help me up, asshole.”
“Oh!”
Swiss’ arms curl under his little body and he’s set down on the floor without any time to show his surprise at the sudden motion. The multi ghoul sits on the edge of the bed and nudges Dew towards their bathroom.
He returns quickly enough, with a washed face and brushed teeth. It causes a certain warmth in Swiss’ chest to bloom. Pride, he think. Dew never used to take such good care of himself. When they first met, he was in a bad spot with what Swiss assumed was depression— he wasn’t entirely wrong, but it turned out to be a bit more than that. He thinks about how far they’ve all come.
Rain never used to speak to anyone. His first words were spoken weeks— months, maybe— after he was summoned. It had been the beginning of the end for Dew, considering they were spoken to him directly. At first he always said Rain wasted his first words on Dew, but now it’s a golden memory that the fire ghoul revisits often, up on its pedestal as one of his favorites. It took him a while to come out of his shell, and so many people mistook the water ghoul as shy. He’s long since disproven that theory, in his own little way.
Swiss had been the opposite. He hasn’t shut up since he stepped out of that slightly-fucked-up summoning circle. He’s mellowed out with the years, less of a party animal who thrives in chaos, though he does still enjoy his fair share of it. Volatile, they said he was. People said a lot of things about him. That he was wrong, not a real ghoul because of his ability to use each element, but his value to the Clergy never went unnoticed. It used to get to him. He had to fake his confidence until it grew, a bit out of control for a while. He’s gained some semblance of balance since then.
Dew, though, has changed the most. Literally and figuratively. When he and Rain first met, he was still a water ghoul. They’d spent a month together, training and honing Rain’s water magick, teaching him bass, then the ritual happened and he was confined to his bedroom for weeks as he underwent the changes of a water-fire transition. Swiss had been summoned in that time. He used to be… well, bad. A raging alcoholic with serious anger management issues, with a heap of pure fear in every move he made. Self destructive habits, a glutton for punishment, just to have something familiar.
And now, Swiss thinks as he looks down at his fire ghoul, he can’t believe he’s the same person.
Letting Swiss wrap his arms around his tiny, fragile body, letting himself be taken care of, even if he wants to fight it. Wanting to deny it and actually fighting it are two very different things in Swiss’ mind.
He sits sideways in Swiss’ lap, head pressed to his chest as they purr together. Neither of them pay attention to how long they stay like that, they simply revel in one another’s undivided attention. Swiss wraps Dew’s hair around his finger, tangling and unraveling it repetitively, and Dew steals the multi ghoul’s other hand to fuss around with, stimming with his fingers like they’re a toy. It only winds down when Rain begins to stir, slapping his hand along the spot in bed where Dew had been when they were sleeping, and growling in annoyance at his absence. It fades quick enough when he opens his eyes and sees the two of them cuddling, staring at one another with all the love in the world.
Things have changed. That’s good.
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miasmaghoul · 11 months
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Mushy May - Day 5
Prompt: Hair Braiding
Rating: Teen+ Pairing: Aether/Dew ft Rain Contains: jealousy, ghouls in love, mild pining, implied polyghouls, a little lewdness (as a treat) Word Count: ~1.6k
Summary: Rain and Dew have a certain routine. Aether watches from the sidelines and tries not to grumble about it. He's not successful.
Aether tells himself he isn’t jealous.
He has no reason to be, not in the slightest. They’re a pack. They all belong to one another. He doesn’t feel this way when Dew chooses to spend a night with Swiss instead of him. It never bothers him when he walks in on the little ghoul burying his face between Cumulus’s thighs in the common room, or when he finds him and Mountain groping one another in the greenhouse. He isn’t envious of Dew’s movie nights with Sunshine, nor his orchard walks with Cirrus. 
But sitting here, peering subtly over his book and reading glasses, he can’t help the prickly feeling blooming in his chest.
It’s like this every night, right after dinner; Dew sits cross-legged on the floor between Rain’s legs, head tipped forward. The pair of them exist in companionable silence while Rain’s lithe fingers glide through Dew’s hair. Dew sways a little while Rain works, both of them lost in the familiarity of his movements. 
He shouldn’t be put out by the way Dew rests his head on Rain’s thigh, nor by the serene smile decorating his beautiful face. The one he only wears when Rain rakes gentle claws along his scalp, separating golden strands into small sections. He certainly shouldn’t be bothered by the unique way Dew purrs, high in his throat like a content kitten.
Aether knows he shouldn’t be jealous, but he is anyway. The envy bites at the back of his mind, sits bitter on his tongue. This is the only time he feels it, tastes it, and every part of Aether fucking hates it.
He knows he spends more time with Dew than anyone else, that they have a special bond. They have since Terzo’s time, clinging to one another in the upheaval following their former Papa’s untimely demise. Through the changing of the ghouls, the dissolution of their old pack and the establishment of their current one. 
Aether had been the one to hold Dew tight, to keep him grounded while the world seemed to fall apart around them. He’d carried him through his transition, helped the little ghoul learn to control his fire and calmed his raging fevers. Treated his burns and encouraged him to shed the stubborn, angry tears caught behind his eyes. Coaxed him out of the thorny shell he’d developed in the aftermath and watched with utter joy as he opened up to the new ghouls. 
Aether loves Dewdrop, and knows without question that Dew loves him right back. He knows it should make him happy to see his firefly like this - so relaxed, so pleased. So wonderfully at peace. He knows it should.
And yet.
Aether flips a page, never taking his eyes off the pair of them as Rain starts weaving an intricate pattern along part of Dew’s scalp. He’d stopped looking at the book entirely at least ten minutes ago, around the time that purr kicked up, turning pages at irregular intervals purely for the sake of appearances. The sound Dew makes settles against his ears like the softest cashmere; it should be soothing, but all Aether can think about is the fact that he isn’t the one causing it. 
That’s what it all comes down to, he supposes. The fact that Rain can get a sound like that out of the little ghoul, one Aether had never heard until a couple of months ago. One that had shot straight through him like an electric shock, stopping him in his tracks on the way past the common room one night. He was so certain he’d heard every sound Dew could possibly make - pleasure, pain, relief, agony, everything. This, though…this was a sound of bone-deep happiness that had nearly ripped his heart in two.  
Dew’s purr ratchets up a notch and it shakes Aether from his thoughts. He shifts in his seat, flips another page, eyes still caught on the way Rain’s fingers work. He can only see Dew’s profile from here, but he can still make out the laxity in his jaw, the slump of his shoulders. If it weren’t for that wonderful sound, you’d be forgiven for thinking the little ghoul was asleep. Aether sighs through his nose, so fixated on Dew’s blissful visage that he misses the way Rain glances over at him, tying off the first braid.
“Everything alright, Aeth?” 
The words catch him off guard and Aether twitches, clearing his throat. He crosses his legs, feigning casualness, and adjusts his glasses.
“Fine,” he says, low, forcing himself to look back at his book so Rain can’t see his furrowed brow. “Just fine.”
“Liar,” pipes up Dew, his purr softening. Aether’s eyes flick to the little ghoul and finds him staring over with what can only be described as an extreme amount of side-eye. Aether gulps. 
“Wh-what?”
“You’ve been growling for the past five minutes,” Rain informs him, adjusting Dew’s position and pulling back a new section of hair. 
Aether blinks at them, stricken. Had he really? He hadn’t even noticed, given how lost he was in his own murky thoughts. Neither of them speaks further, but Dew is definitely still watching him with those stunning copper eyes. He’s stopped purring now, and somehow that’s worse than the alternative.
Aether should say something, he’s pretty sure. Should apologize for bothering them. Say he was distracted, that he hadn’t realized he was being anything but silent. They’d ask why, though. Want an explanation - at least Dew would. He’s pretty sure Rain would shrug it off. Water off a duck’s back, as the saying goes. Might be easier to get up and leave before the silence blanketing them gets any heavier.
Rain makes his decision for him.
“I could teach you, y’know.” 
Aether’s back goes ramrod straight. Teach him? Teach him what? He doesn't respond, too busy chewing the inside of this cheek. 
“That’s why you’re here every night, isn’t it?” Rain doesn’t look away from his task, fingers flying through the second braid. “To watch this? It’s not like you’re subtle about it.” 
There’s undeniable humor in his voice, and Aether stares at Rain like he’s grown a second head. He opens his mouth to deny it, but -
“Nah,” Dew chimes in, leaning further into the other ghoul’s leg. Wrapping an arm around Rain’s calf. “He’s here to listen to this.”
Dew’s purr kicks up again, fills the room, and Aether can’t believe Dew just outed him like that. That he knew in the first place and never said anything. It wasn’t like Dewdrop to keep privileged information like that to himself. If Dew knew how that sound made Aether feel, why hadn’t he used it against him yet? 
“Either way,” Rain says, nonplussed, “I could teach you how to do it too,” he pauses just long enough to nudge the little ghoul’s thigh with his toe, “if our firecracker doesn’t mind.” Dew shrugs, but Aether can see the way the corner of his mouth has begun to curl.
All at once, Aether feels infinitely stupid. He’d never even thought about it, about learning. About figuring out how to do the one thing that could get Dew to make the sound that caused him so much internal strife. He’d assumed this was something special between Dewdrop and Rain, something he was allowed to watch - to their amusement, apparently - but not to participate in. Sort of like how Dew was allowed in the greenhouse, but not allowed to actually touch anything. Fire and foliage, surprisingly, don’t mix. He figured his place here was similar; look, don’t touch.
But now that the offer is on the table, Aether feels like a fool for never thinking to ask.
“Would…would you?” He hesitates to put too much hope into the request. Maybe they’re messing with him. He wouldn’t be surprised. “Teach me?”
Rain cants his head, gives him a small smile, and Aether knows he doesn’t need to worry.
“Come here,” Rain lilts, tipping his head to indicate the space next to him. “Sit by me.” 
Aether’s up in a heartbeat, book and glasses discarded with haste. He shuffles over to the pair of them and settles next to Rain, brain itchy and fingers quivering. Anticipatory. Dew reaches over to wrap an elegant hand around his calf, and something in Aether’s chest goes unbearably tight. He leans down to give the little ghoul’s shoulder a fond squeeze and delights in the way Dew nuzzles his wrist. 
“You’re cute when you’re jealous,” Dewdrop teases, and Aether’s whole head goes hot. He sputters, wordless, and Rain chuckles. 
“Be nice, spitfire,” he chides, giving a section of hair a light tug. Dew gives him a playful growl in return, and Aether feels a sheepish little smile creep onto his face. 
Dewdrop really does know him too well. He shouldn’t be so surprised, not after all these years. He reaches out to stroke the little ghoul’s hair and earns a light slap to the back of his wrist for his efforts.
“Hands to yourself,” Rain admonishes, and Aether frowns.
“I thought -”
“You can watch for tonight,” Rain tells him, refocusing on the task at hand. “This is a complex style. We’ll start you with something simpler tomorrow.”
Some part of him, some lingering sourness, wants to argue. Wants to demand that he be the one to touch, to manipulate, to drag that exquisite sound from Dew’s chest. But then the hand on his calf grows warmer, massages, and Aether swallows down the urge.
“Don’t worry, Aeth,” Dew says, “I’ll be extra noisy when it’s your turn.”
Rain flicks the little ghoul’s ear and Aether laughs. He can’t resist saying the words on the tip of his tongue.
“You always are, firefly.”
Dewdrop chitters, Rain snorts, and Aether smiles so wide his cheeks hurt. They settle into much more comfortable silence while Rain works, and to Aether’s delight Dew’s purr is even better up close. 
Tomorrow can’t come fast enough.
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cannibal-rat · 4 years
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Congrats on 900 followers!! If I may request, Rain and Dewdrop cuddling together? NSFW a plus but if not that's cool to~ :>
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Because I just spent an absurd amount of time trying to open a wine bottle, only for it to be basically flavorless, y’all get some “Dinner with the ghouls & Copia” headcanons. Indeed, I will use anything to facilitate making more headcanons. Below the cut for ease of scrolling, take a piece of cheese from the charcuterie board before you go.
Copia: Definitely tries to make an event out of the meal, he wants his guests to have the whole “dinner and a show” experience, but he can and will do something embarrassing part way through the evening. Be it fumbling the wine bottle or accidentally dropping sauce on his fancy outfit, he’s going to be incredibly dramatic about it, even if most of his “truly devastated” behavior is an act.
He tries to make the effort for when Sister Imperator comes to visit or other important church figures, but if it’s just him and the ghouls? He’s leaning over the coffee table eating chicken wings and pizza and making an absolute mess of himself. Worse yet, he’s feeding the bones to the ghouls because they like the crunch. Simply atrocious.
Aether: He tries, he really does. He puts in the time and effort to make things nice, and hey, it works out just fine! ...Uhhh... most of the time. The first time he cooked for anyone after being summoned was a disaster, the second time was just as bad, and the third time he at least remembered to remove the egg shells from his omelet attempt.
Nowadays he does pretty well, and is a wonderful host, but, much like Copia, if he can swing a no stress meal that lets him sit around in his boxers and watch tv, he will.
Dewdrop: He’s ordering dinner for everyone, he doesn’t have the time or the energy to make a fancy meal for a bunch of hungry people. He just doesn’t. He will remember your extra order of fries, he will ask if they can put the sauce in a separate container, because, “Mountain doesn’t like the ranch ON his food, he likes to dip it. I know that the little plastic cup will cost 25 cents more, he wants his ranch on the side and he’ll have it on the side.”
If he’s by himself though? Five star chef mode suddenly activates and he’s making himself single serve lasagnas and homemade pasta, because, “I deserve it, fuck you.”. Hard to say if his cooking is actually any good taste wise though considering the ghoul can and will eat soap.
Swiss/Multi: He’s taking people to a fancy restaurant to show off, and acts all proper and charming and it’s working dammit. He’s laying it on thick for his group, and he WILL wind up getting dessert for free because the staff thinks he’s handsome. He’s the dude who shows up with a really expensive box of pastries for people to eat that he got with a discount, because he “knows a guy”.
However, he’s also the one crunching down on chicken bones in the first scenario.
Rain: He’s got a box of mac and cheese with your name on it. No, really, he labelled it so he’d remember not to eat it before his dinner date rolled around. A connoisseur of the finest chicken nuggets the freezer section has to offer. 
He knows how to make all kinds of fancy dishes, but he’s a ghoul of taste, and knows sometimes simple is better. He will pair Kraft dinner with wine though.
Mountain: He’s going to to try and make you something you haven’t eaten before, keeping any dietary restrictions in mind of course. Likes making the meal alongside his guests and getting them to try the individual ingredients to see how they blend together to make the overall flavor.
Very polite host, who makes sure his guests have plenty of snacks, but is also secretly hoping there are lots of leftovers so he can eat them later after everyone has left.
Cumulus: She’s like Mountain, in that she likes having her guests help out with the meal, but she’ll also settle for them bringing their own individual dishes to share. If her and Mountain team up to make dinner, chances are there’s gonna be six other very curious and hungry ghouls lurking behind the kitchen island.
Cirrus: Makes the best pancakes anyone has ever had, but that’s about it. She can cook, but she simply will not. You’d sooner convince Dew to make dinner for everyone than get her to handle the hassle of feeding eight hungry ghouls. Nope, not happening. 
However, if Cumulus asks, well, she can’t say no, because she asked so politely and agreed to help wash the dishes afterwards.
Sunshine: She’s on par with Rain in this case, but Swiss feels, as a fellow multi ghoul, that she deserves better than boxed mac and cheese. Rain wholeheartedly disagrees and thinks it’s the pinnacle of dinner foods. It’s a whole thing.
She can microwave a hotdog without it bursting in the microwave, and Copia will consider that a win compared to the destruction the other ghouls have wrought on the abbey’s kitchen over the years.
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vannahfanfics · 3 years
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Picture Perfect
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Category: Romantic Fluff
Fandom: My Hero Academia
Characters: Sen Kaibara, Setsuna Tokage
Hello, everybody! I am super stoked to present my story for the @class-b-abuzz-bang! I had the pleasure of working again with my talented friend @danyartime​, so be sure to check out their super beautiful and cute art for the story!
The smudge of ruby-red gradually came into focus as Sen twisted the dial on his camera, revealing a blooming rose nestled among the spiny branches of a rose bush. Its soft, silken petals glistened with dewdrops from the early morning rain. The little beads caught the sunlight to shine like crystal-clear gems on the red petals, their iridescent sheen glinting even through the lens. 
Sen kept his hands steady as he fine-tuned the focus until he was satisfied; then, with a simple press, he clicked the shutter and captured the image. 
He straightened up with a small sigh, letting the camera flop down against his chest while the thick leather strap around his neck kept it from falling. He tilted his head back to squint at the sun, which shone brightly in the azure sky amidst the white, cottony clouds. It was a lovely Saturday morning, still slightly cool with the lingering chill of the night. Sen was making his weekly rounds of the campus to practice his photography. 
Sen had always liked cameras and had dabbled in photography in middle school. Once he arrived at U.A., he thought that homework and hero training would dominate much of his time. However, after Midnight had given them a lecture about the importance of maintaining a hobby to promote mental well-being, he’d picked up his camera again and taken to wandering the campus on the weekend. There were more things to capture than he’d anticipated, so he now had a large collection of candids taped to his dorm room wall and was adding more every week. 
He picked up his camera to inspect the photograph of the rose, scrutinizing it for any imperfections. A smile slowly bloomed on his lips as he realized it was a quite pretty photograph indeed— definitely one he intended to print later. As he mulled about on the sidewalk, wondering where he should look next, he heard the glass doors of the dormitory open. 
He glanced over his shoulder to see Setsuna trotting out onto the porch, and his heart thumped against his ribcage. 
She didn’t notice him standing there at first, giving him an opportunity to unabashedly admire her. She walked out into the sunshine, closing her eyes and tipping back her head to let the warm rays fall upon her face and thread into her dark green-black hair. She wore a sleeveless white dress that hugged her figure and stopped a little above her knees. A golden belt looped around her waist, and shiny white boots enclosed her feet. A golden necklace with a lizard charm hung around her neck. Sen had always thought that Setsuna had impeccable fashion sense, in addition to being stunningly gorgeous. His fingers itched to hit the shutter and snap as many photographs of her as he could. 
Of all the things he’d ever wished to immortalize in a picture, Setsuna Tokage was perhaps the greatest. 
After soaking up the sun rays for several moments, Setsuna opened her eyes and finally noticed him standing in the garden in front of the dormitory. His body had grown slack with dreamly laxity while he’d gazed at her, but he tensed tight when a grin split her face. She cheerily called, “Morning, Sen!” 
“Good morning, Setsuna,” he replied. She hopped down the steps and trotted toward him. He hoped the heat on his cheeks was from the intense spring sun and not a blush rising to the surface. She stopped in front of him and immediately looked down at his camera, and then her eyes widened in curiosity. 
“Oh, are you out and about taking pictures? Do you have any good ones?” 
Sen nodded and lifted the camera, turning it around so she could see the display screen on the back. She pressed up against his side to look over his shoulder, and he felt his face blaze with heat as her hair, still damp and smelling of her dewberry shampoo, brushed over his neck. He could hear her breathing in his ear; every inhale and exhale made him dizzier and dizzier. Somehow, he managed to retain enough control of his body to cycle through the photographs he’d taken that morning. 
The first was of the sunrise. He’d climbed to the roof of the dormitory to catch the hemisphere of white emerging over the horizon, the blue curtain of night rising to reveal a flood of red-orange. It had been cloudy that morning, so the sunbeams had caught on the clouds to stretch in white lines across the sky. “Wow… That’s beautiful,” Setsuna praised. 
“Yeah.” Except, he wasn’t looking at the photograph of the dawn. 
The next photograph was of a squirrel sitting on the roots of the oak tree next to the dormitory. It rested on the gnarled chunk of root that rose from the loamy soil like a sea serpent. Its little paws clutched an acorn, holding it to its little snout while it scored its long front teeth across the surface to try to break through the hard shell. Its fluffy, long tail curled over its back like a plume of wispy brown-gray smoke. Setsuna giggled, “It’s so cute.” 
“Yeah.” Except, he wasn’t looking at the photograph of the squirrel. 
He showed her the photograph of the rose next. She inhaled sharply with awe, then leaned more over his shoulder to peer closer at the screen. His face darkened as more of her body pressed against him, but she was too enraptured by the beautiful bloom bursting in colorful pixels on the screen to notice. Her eyes sparkled as she murmured, “Amazing…” 
“Yeah.” Except, he wasn’t looking at the photograph of the rose. 
Sen lowered his camera back down when she pulled away, though he lamented the loss of her body heat along his side. She smiled radiantly at him. Sen felt his heart start playing his rib cage like a xylophone, and he lowered his face to fiddle with his camera so she couldn’t see the haze of red staining his cheeks. 
“Wow, Sen! I never knew you were so talented!” she gushed. He mumbled some sort of gratuitous remark in response. “What are you going to take pictures of next?” 
Sen felt a lump form instantly in his throat. He peered through his bangs at her, watching, measuring. He’d always wanted to photograph Setsuna, and here she was, so interested in his hobby. Would she agree to a small photoshoot? He didn’t want to bother her or creep her out, but… Holy cow, Sen had never seen someone that was more a work of art than her, and he was gripped with such an intense desire to see her through his photo lens that it was almost suffocating. 
He swallowed several times, but that lump in his throat just bobbed in place. Somehow, he managed to force the words out around it: “I’d like to photograph you, Setsuna.” 
Her eyes blew wide, two dark moons floating in a sea of white. She pointed at herself and squeaked out, “M-me?” 
When he nodded, a bright flush of pink rushed into her cheeks, and a shy smile teased at her lips. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other while her eyes rolled up to the corners, unable to look Sen in the eye at the realization he wanted her to be his muse. He waited patiently for her to answer, despite his stomach twisting in his belly, until she uttered a meek, “O-Okay…” 
Sen couldn’t help the giddy smile that tugged at his lips and the light that lit up his eyes. 
“Okay,” he echoed, and the happiness that bled into his voice made Setsuna smile bashfully. He held out his hand for her, and when Setsuna coyly slipped her fingers into his, it felt like electric shocks rocketed up his nerves. He wanted to jump for joy, but he had to remain professional. He forced down his elation to focus on the task at hand— capturing Setsuna in all her goddess-like glory. Smiling softly, he tugged her down the sidewalk, walking backward while he led the bashful girl by the hand. 
As he walked, he glanced around the garden to find some suitable settings. He couldn’t just photograph Setsuna in any old setting, no, no— it had to be something truly magnificent, fitting of his image of an angel fallen to earth. He thought of her standing on the porch, her head tipped back to soak up the warmth of the sun, and at the same time his eyes fell upon a patch of wild dandelions growing in a patch of empty green grass. Perfect. 
“Here,” he said and pulled her off the sidewalk and into the grass. He treaded carefully, trying to disturb as few of the dandelions as he could. It wouldn’t be much of a backdrop if he kicked all their floaty little seeds to the wind before he could get started, now would it? Setsuna milled about next to him, her cheeks stained as pink as carnations, while Sen stared at the small patch of wildflowers and mumbled under his breath. A vision took shape in his mind, one that made him as floaty as the dandelion seeds. 
He directed Setsuna to sit among the dandelions in the clearest patch they could find. She eased down into the dewy grass, tucking her legs against her side. Her right hand rested on her thigh, while the other pushed into the loamy dirt, supporting her weight. She tossed her tresses of dark green hair over her shoulder, and there was so much magic in that simple movement that Sen’s mind momentarily went black. He just gawked at her, wide-eyed, until Setsuna bashfully said, “Sen? Is this good?” 
“O-oh,” he stammered, flushing. “Yeah, that’s good.” He crouched down a few feet away from her and picked up his camera, then peered through the lens. He tried to keep his hands from shaking— it would ruin his shot— but it was so hard with the way she smiled sweetly at him through the camera lens, her head tilted just so to give her a demure demeanor. Her eyes were lidded as she rested contentedly amongst the dandelions. Sen waited until the wind whistled across the grass, bobbing the dandelions and fluttering her hair, before clicking the shutter in quick succession. 
While he lowered the camera to choose which of the set he believed to be the best, Setsuna turned to watch a few of the dandelion seeds float away on the breeze. As a serene smile graced her lips, Sen snuck a candid photo. Unfortunately, the click of the shutter betrayed him, and she rolled her head on her shoulders to smirk at him in amusement. 
“I feel like a model,” she laughed. “I never thought I would be a part of a photoshoot.” 
Sen blushed, using the bulk of his camera to hide his face. 
“Well…” he mumbled, deleting the photos he didn’t intend to keep so he didn’t have to look directly at her. “Hopefully my photos live up to your expectations.” 
“I know they will,” she hummed with so much conviction that it made Sen’s heart flutter. While waiting on him, she picked up one of the dandelions and gently blew on it. Sen scrambled to back out of his photos so he could snap a picture of her slightly parted lips blowing into the seeds, dislodging them into the breeze. They bobbed around her hair, some of them settling into the waves of dark green like little snowflakes. Suddenly, Setsuna laughed and flopped backward into the patch, slamming her arms down to send hundreds of the little seeds spiralling into the air. 
Sen hopped to his feet, but he didn’t pick up his camera. He just stared in adoration at the beautiful sight before him. Setsuna’s hair spread around her head like a dark halo, threaded with grass blades and dandelion seeds. She gazed reverently at the seeds spinning above her body; with no wind to catch them, they slowly swirled down, down, down to settle on her form. Her eyes drifted to Sen, who was gaping at her like she was the most sublime creature on earth. A tinge of pink appeared on her cheeks as she asked, “What? No more photos?” 
He played with the thick black strap of his camera as he stiffly said, “Some things a photo can’t even do justice.” 
She tilted her head slightly at that, eyebrows creasing in just the barest hint of amusement. Sen took a deep breath, preparing himself for the crazy thing he was about to do; then, he pulled his camera off from around his neck and set it down amongst the grass. Setsuna just watched him as he walked to where she lay in the grass, her chest rising and falling with rapidly-quickening breaths and a knowing smile spreading over her lips. 
“Is that so?” she breathed when he knelt down next to her, on her left side. Surrounded by the grasses, Sen could see the hidden rivers of emerald shining in her eyes and her hair. Even with the most expensive camera equipment, he could never capture those streams concealed within the dark of her hair and eyes; they were immortal only in Sen’s memory. 
“Yeah,” he answered, his voice just as breathy. “A photo could never do you justice, Setsuna. Not in my eyes.” 
A shy smile played over her mouth, and then she quickly swiped her tongue over her lips to wet them. This action did not go unnoticed by Sen; it made his heartbeat quicken and adrenaline surge through his veins. Setsuna’s hand snuck through the grass like a lithe snake, latching onto his. He didn’t resist as she guided him to crawl over her body, knees resting next to her hips, hands on either side of her head. 
“Then why ask me to do a photoshoot for you?” she asked teasingly. 
“It’s a good excuse to be able to look at you longer,” he answered matter-of-factly. Her face flushed red as her flirtatious taunt was turned so effortlessly back to her, and this made Sen’s mouth curl up into a smirk. “Besides, even if a picture can’t do you justice, I’d still like to have them. You’re beautiful, even through a camera lens.” 
He brushed his fingers gently over the cascade of hair framing her face, teasing through the strands and dislodging the dandelion seeds. The way she was looking at him, the fire smoldering in the depths of her eyes, emboldened him. His fingers slowly shifted to skim over her cheek, feeling the heat that rose to the surface in response to his touch. He brushed down the curve of her jaw until he met her chin, and then he turned his hand to place his thumb just under her mouth, tugging down to part her lips ever-so-slightly. 
“May I kiss you, Setsuna?” 
“Please,” she whispered, literally agonized by the fact he wasn’t kissing her already. This made Sen chuckle, but he didn’t want to keep the lady waiting. He dropped down onto his elbows to bring his face centimeters away from hers. She craned her head slightly with a low, needy whine, bumping her nose softly against his with the motion. Sen chuckled again, then tilted his head so he could close the gap and slot his lips against hers. 
Truth be told, Sen had thought about kissing Setsuna many times. Still, all his daydreams could never prepare him for how it really felt to have her lips melding with his. It felt like his heart exploded in his chest, filling him to the brim with a cloudy, floaty feeling from the crown of his head to the very tips of his toes. Sen pressed his body down against hers slightly, grounding himself because it really did feel like he was going to float away, just like those dandelion seeds. 
Setsuna hummed against his lips as he moved his mouth over hers, kissing her with a growing hunger. She just felt so good, tasted so sweet, and that scent of her dewberry shampoo was flooding his nose again. He kissed her until his mind was growing fuzzy with oxygen deprivation instead, then pulled back with a deep intake of air. Setsuna’s eyes fluttered open to look at him reverently, like he’d just hung the moon in the sky for her. Damn it, Sen would if that’s what it took to see that look on her face every single day. 
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered again. His voice cracked with the sheer amount of worship he put into the statement. Setsuna shyly bit down on her bottom lip, but the twinkle in her eyes intensified. Unable to help himself, he leaned down again to kiss her nose, each of her cheeks, and then her lips again. Setsuna giggled at the soft, feathery kisses brushing over her skin, and the sound was music to Sen’s ears. 
“You’re not too bad yourself,” she joked cheekily. Sen rolled his eyes, but wasn’t exactly surprised at her impudence. Her overwhelming confidence was one of the many, many things he adored about her. He nosed along her jaw as he smiled softly down at her, making her squirm and giggle. She wound her arms around her neck, indicating that she had no care to go anywhere anytime soon. The wind rustled the grasses around them, dusting Sen in a few of the dandelion seeds. 
No, a picture really couldn’t do her justice at all, Sen thought as he gazed down at Setsuna. She crossed her eyes as a dandelion seed drifted across her nose, then playfully blew it into Sen’s face. The little feathery fibers of the seed tickled his cheek as his lips teased up into a loving smile. A picture was worth a thousand words, many people said— but as they gazed into one another’s eyes, a million words passed between them that a picture couldn’t even hope to capture.
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