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iamthecomet · 1 year

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Hello Comet! If you are still taking ficlet requests could I tempt you with some touch averse!Dewdrop?

I may have been projecting and am simply thinking of him at a vulnerable point in his earthly existence (perhaps right after the elemental change) where he wants to engage sexually with another ghoul but doesn't want to be touched, so he asks his partner to watch and instruct him so long as they promise not to touch him..

Above all, I love your work, keep it up!

Jinx

I have not been able to stop thinking about this prompt since you sent it. I love it SO MUCH.

Touch didn't use to be complicated. It wasn't that long ago that it was easy. That Dew sought it out. Clingy and tactile by nature, he would curl his body around the nearest ghoul, reach for their hand during chores, lean on them during mass. Physical contact was his baseline. Always touching someone, constant contact. So, it was only natural that sex was easy too. He sank into it, into the way his body fit so well with another. How it felt to have calloused fingers drag down his thighs, how they felt when they moved inside of him. Now? Now when someone touches him it feels like a livewire run across his skin. His whole body crawls with it. It's electric. Unpleasant. Hornets inside of his skull.

If Aether stands too close, he winces. He curls in on himself. His personal bubble didn't used to exist, now it's miles wide. Sitting on the couch next to Mountain puts him on edge. The way their thighs casually brush makes Dew insane.

It's like every inch of his skin was remade with the change and it's too sensitive, raw. He knows from talking with the ghouls in the infirmary about it that it's probably all in his head. His skin isn't too sensitive. It's the same skin and body he always had. Just altered, but not new.

They tell him like knowing it's in his head will make it better. It doesn't. It makes it so much worse. And it doesn't help that he's helplessly, stupidly, attracted to the new water ghoul. When Rain smiles at him Dew feels something in his chest loosen up. But when Dew tries to stand closer to him, tries to override this bullshit in his brain, his body is buzzing again.

The hornets are under his skin now too. The only other person who knows about what's going on with Dew, is Aether. He couldn't avoid telling him, Aethers too intuitive, he noticed the way Dew shifted away from him on the couch, the way he shifted away from everyone.

But Dew finds himself wanting to tell Rain. He jerks off under the spray of impossibly hot water to thoughts of the lanky water ghoul. He imagines him here, curls lank, steam curling above his head. Dew wants to touch, he wants to taste. He wants-- He wants his fucking brain to work right. They float around each other for weeks. Dew trying to figure out what he wants and how to ask for it. Rain standing as close to Dew's personal space as Dew can stand. All Dew can smell is petrichor. He wants to drown in it.

Rain, of course, is the one who initiates. Dew doesn't know how. He doesn't know how to ask for anything. What can he give Rain? He can't touch him, he can't kiss him. So he decides to ask for nothing, to give nothing. Rain isn't having it. Rain corners him one day after chores, he doesn't touch, but the look he gives Dew sends a fissure of pleasure down his spine that feels like a touch. "My room," Rain says softly. "I want to try something." And that's how he got here. Pants pulled down around his thighs, his back against Rain's headboard while Rain sits in the dark leather arm chair across the room. Rain's pants are open too. Dew can't take his eyes off of Rain's cock, flushed a deep purple at the head, slick and shiny with precum. Dew squeezes the base of his own cock and groans as Rain makes another slow stroke up his own length. "Faster," Rain says, his voice low, husky with arousal. Dew speeds up his own strokes, twisting his hand at the head each time, drawing pleasure up through his spine. He wants to tip his head back, to close his eyes, to feel himself and Rain's eyes on him. But he's been told not to look away. And Rain, like this, is even prettier than he imagined. Cerulean eyes blown dark, a purple flush over his dusky gray cheeks. His shirt is unbuttoned and the silver sliver of torso Dew can see makes him feel insane. Dew's shirt is gone, tossed somewhere. So when Rain tells him to play with a nipple ring, Dew drags his fingers up his overhead body and twists one of his nipples and the ring through it in his fingers. Dew can't help the noises he's making. Rain hisses as Dew bucks up into his own hand. Rain never drags his eyes away from Dew's body. There's hunger there, a desire to touch and claim. But he doesn't try, doesn't suggest it. He just tells Dew how to touch, and Dew listens, and each whispered command hauls Dew closer and closer to cumming. "Are you close?"

Dew drags his eyes from the spectacle of Rain's cock, and pre-slicked fingers to look him in the eyes. Dew nods. "Tell me."

"So close. I'm--you're gonna make me cum."

"Yeah," Rain agrees, "you're right. I am. Keep going. Don't stop." Dew can't stop the flex in his hips, he's fucking into his own fist in ernest now, and Rain is watching, lips parted, breath hitching. His hand flies over his cock too. The room fills with the slick sounds of their hands, and the panting of their breath. Dew whines, low and urgent, and Rain's eyes jump to his. "That's it, firefly. Cum for me." Dew does, with a strangled moan. Coating his hand, his stomach, Rain's bedspread. Rain watches the first spurt of cum, and then he's cumming too. Dew watches the way his head tips back, eyes rolling back, lithe body held taut as he makes a mess of his hand, his pants, his open shirt. "We're doing this again," Dew says as soon as he can breathe again, splayed out on Rains' bed with no intention of moving. Rain chuckles, wiping his messy hand off on the thigh of his pants, watching Dew sink into his bed. Dew's watching him with heavy-lidded eyes. He doesn't know if he'll ever be the ghoul he was before. Clingy. Tactile. But that's ok. He doesn't need to be. He has Rain.

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hypnoneghoul · 2 months

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dew being uncharacteristically sappy and soft? for rain or for his pack and papa in general? soft gremlin hugs thoughts in my brain rn

While he wasn’t touch averse at all, most of the time Dewdrop wasn’t especially clingy. Showing affection? Yes, but not being all… sappy and soft.

He had his moments, though. Sometimes—for whatever reason—he felt the need to show his packmates all the love he had for them even more than he usually did. He became a true cuddle bug then, as Swiss liked to call him. No bite, not even a playful snap of his teeth.

Just a soft creature full of love.

Dewdrop’s current victim was Mountain. The earth ghoul had been the first one awake and Dewdrop had followed shortly after, slinking up to him as he was brewing himself morning tea. He’d purred, gluing himself to Mountain’s back, and he’d sighed at the warmth.

“Good morning, Fire Lily,” he’d smiled, placing his hands on Dewdrop’s own where they were wrapped around his stomach. He had only hummed in response and carried on.

Until now. Now they were cuddled up on the couch. Mountain with his tea in hand and Dewdrop curled up in his lap, nose tucked under the earth ghoul’s jaw, purring up a storm. Mountain was absentmindedly running the fingers of his free hand through the other’s sleep-tangled hair. It was warm and peaceful.

Swiss and Rain joined soon after. The latter wasn’t very much awake, all but thrown over Swiss’ shoulder as he carried him into the common room. He set him down on the couch by Dewdrop and Mountain and even though he was half asleep, Rain shuffled over to snuggle into the fire ghoul’s back. Like a moth to the flame.

“Mmm… Hi, Rainy,” Dewdrop muttered. He wiggled in Mountain’s lap to turn around and opened his arms for Rain to fall into. He did, face in Dewdrop’s chest and the fire ghoul’s head on Mountain’ shoulder. Their small cuddle puddle.

Soon, Swiss came back with coffee for himself and tea for Rain. He stood over the three, grinning, “Awww, you cuties. Cuddle bug time?”

“Mhm,” Dewdrop hummed in affirmation and that—the fact he just… confirmed—was an answer enough.

“Cuddle bug time it is,” Swiss chuckled and set the steaming cups on the coffee table. Then, he flopped himself down next to Rain, curling his body around him. The water ghoul kicked up a purr, matching Dewdrop’s own, at both his and Swiss’ warmth engulfing him.

Swiss rested his head next to Dewdrop’s on Mountain’s shoulder and the earth ghoul dropped his own head, too, cheek on Swiss’ forehead. The four of them all cozied up. Mountain finished his tea and used his tail to put the empty mug away, then curled more around the fire ghoul in his lap. He was the next one to start purring, Swiss joining soon after.

It would probably be a while before any other ghoul woke up—or rather emerged from their room—so the common room fell silent for now. Apart from the purring, of course.

Nobody saw anyone else’s face, but if they did, they’d notice Dewdrop was sporting the biggest, proudest and happiest smile ever.

#hypnone writes #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #swiss ghoul #mountain ghoul

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xxwhiskeyxx · 1 year

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Headcanons w/ Whiskey! How the Ghoul’s sleep

I saw someone do a post about how they think the Papa’s sleep and @switchplate-2 asked me how I thought the ghoul’s sleep, I’m currently bored waiting for my next class to start so here ya go!

Swiss: Likes to have you on his chest, face to face, or spooning (he’s down for being big or little spoon, being little spoon is a guilty pleasure of his). Not EXTREMELY clingy but he’s got a good grip on your waist/hips/wherever he’s wrapped around. Deep sleeper so you can slip away to pee, sometimes wakes up and waits for you to get back so he can snuggle up

Rain: Poor baby is always so cold, he legitimately either needs like an entire nest of blankets to keep warm but when he sleeps with you, he’s on top of you. Face tucked into your neck and arms around your chest. Not a deep sleeper but will usually not move if you get up because sleepy

Aether: Loves to have someone on top of him when sleeping, so he has you on top of him with your head on his chest. Deep sleeper, man wouldn’t move if you slapped him with full strength, snores like a fog horn. He also likes to spoon, likes to be be big spoon but surprisingly prefers being little spoon

Mountain: Is a sentient body pillow, put him however you want; spooning, face to face, on top of him, him on top, not touching but holding hands, legs tangled together, anything. He likes to have someone on top of him and face to face, makes him feel like he’s able to protect them more. Another deep sleeper, homie can be hit with a bus and not move usually, even worse when exhausted or sick. Doesn’t snore extremely loud unless the two previous reasons. Mostly he’s a light snorer otherwise, decently loud but not obnoxious

Dewdrop/Sodo: Clings like no tomorrow, you have to pry his arms off just to pee and he’s awake when you get back pouting because you left him and tries to play big mean ghoul but he can’t sleep without you wrapped up in his arms

Cumulus: Babygirl loves snuggles, she will curl up in your arms and pass out like a kit. She is most comfortable when being held, ie: spooning, on your chest, etc, but she isn’t opposed to holding you if you want. She loves all types of cuddles. Decently deep sleeper, soft snores that stop and start again every couple of minutes, won’t usually move if you get up but sometimes, she’ll wake up while your gone and move to snuggle your pillow until you get back

Cirrus: Isn’t opposed to cuddling, like Mountain, put her however you wanna sleep. She’s comfy anyway you want, as long as she has you next to her she doesn’t care. Light sleeper, will wake up if you move to far away but falls back asleep fast.

Sunshine: She is possibly the most surprisingly clingy of the ghouls, for someone who usually has touch aversion, if she loves you then she will snuggle you to death. She can and will sprawl across you like a cat, she doesn’t care as long as she has her human. Light sleeper because of her past in the pit, used to have more issues sleeping but sleeps through the night most nights now.

#swiss ghoul #rain ghoul #aether ghoul #mountain ghoul #sodo ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #Nameless Ghouls #ghost band #whiskeys headcannons #whiskey's burbling barrel

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princenothinq · 1 year

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raindrop vulcan kissing? Raindrop vulcan kissing.

Rain being touch averse most of the time means Dewdrop had to come up with creative ways of showing physical affection with them. They worked it out 🥺

#still trying to figure out rains colors rn #but I have his Look finished #dewdrop ghoul #sodomizer ghoul #sodo ghoul #rain ghoul #raindrop #ghoulmance #the nameless ghouls #nameless ghouls #nameless ghoul fanart #ghost #the band ghost #ghost bc

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infcstissumam · 4 years

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Greetings. I saw your swiss hcs and i loved it. May i ask if you can write dewdrop ones? Fluff pls but nsfw is welcome too. I love that ghoul 😈🖤

Hey-hey, Nonny! You may!! Although I won’t lie, Dew is a hard ghoul to write fluff for, he’s too nasty and feral! Haha

Touch is a significant component of ghoul culture, from the infamous cuddle piles to bunting and scenting, you’ll rarely find a touch-averse ghoul, and Dew is no exception to this rule. In fact, Dew is a sap for physical affection — slip your hands under the edges of his mask, and massage his stubble ridden cheeks. Scratch that hidden spot between his pointed ears and the jagged metal of his mask. He’ll melt, rolling his head back, shutting his eyes and letting his tongue lull from his mouth — panting and purring from the intimacy. Furthermore, if you manage to pinpoint the ‘sweet spots’ that make Dew's tail curl and body become putty, you can count on him wrapping his body around you, reclining in your lap and leaning into your every touch.

Touch isn’t the only thing that can make Dew’s flames recede into warm embers though, words also do the trick, but not just any words, praise. Tell him he’s the best ghoul, praise his progress, reassure him when his temper flares at his silly mistakes and you’ll become his favourite person, hands down. He won’t return the favour, but watching those cat-like slits softening into saucers is more than worth the effort.

In spite of how he hisses, rearing at them in aggression and dominating over many of the members. Dew’s favourite people are his fellow band Ghouls. He adores them, in his own Dew-y way, even though they get on his nerves more than squirrels on a bird feeder. He can and would take a bullet for them if ever required, although that won’t be.

#dewdrop ghoul #ember ghoul #nameless ghoul #ghost band #ghost bc #. Headcanons #. nameless ghouls

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