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miasmaghoul · 2 months

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moutaindew frotting <3

"You smell different."

Dew offers a questioning chirp, lays his head back on Mountain's chest to peer up at him. Water splashes against the sides of the tub, carries the sweet-scented suds over the sides to drip onto the tiled floor below. Mountain noses at his temple, sniffs at his soaked hair.

"How can you tell?" Dew settles back against his chest, stretching sore legs with a groan. "All I smell is oranges 'n dirt." Mountain snuffles against his ear and Dew squawks, slaps at his leg under the water. "Quit it, you weirdo."

Mountain ignores him for the most part, and Dew doesn't have the energy to balk at the attention. They'd spent a large portion of this sweltering summer day in the orchards, picking peaches and citrus by the bushel. Delivering some to the kitchens and the rest to the truck waiting by the greenhouse, all destined for the abbey's farmstand in one form or another. Dew hadn't minded the work, but it left him with jelly legs and a crunchy spine that demanded a nice warm soak.

Thankfully, Mountain hadn't objected to his request for a piggyback ride to get there.

"You need a better nose," the other ghoul rumbles, dragging the tip of his nose from the crown of Dew's head to the base of one horn. "What hair treatment did you use?"

Dew shrugs, letting his eyes slip shut. Resting one hand over the arm Mountain has looped around his waist and the other on a muscular thigh. Mountain's other arm rests on the rim of the bath, fingers swirling through the surface of the water. It's started to go cool, and Dew sighs.

"Dunno."

The little ghoul up his temperature until the tub is steaming again, pouring warmth into the broad body behind him as a bonus. Mountain clearly appreciates it, judging by the way he holds him a little tighter. Task accomplished, Dew waves at the bevy of bottles on the shelves next to the tub.

"Whichever one's in front," he mumbles, tipping his head when the other ghoul moves to sniff at his neck instead. "Didn't care what I got, just needed the gross gone."

Mountain chuffs, warm breath flowing over his wet skin. Dew hums with it, a sound that melts into a gentle exhale when Mountain presses his lips to the sensitive spot just below his ear.

"The blue one?"

"Maybe?" Dew strokes the soft skin of Mountain's thigh, an unconscious motion that mirrors the way Mountain's lips travel down his neck, across his shoulder. "Maybe green. Why, s'it smell bad?"

"Far from it, droplet," Mountain assures him. "Just...interesting. Different, but familiar."

Well that explains a lot.

"Are you tellin' me I stink or - ah!" Dew squeaks in when Mountain nips at his shoulder, fangs he's not expecting pinching his skin. "Hey, what the -"

"You smell good," Mountain whispers, and whatever Dew was about to say fades into nothing when he feels something stir against his lower back. "Really good."

Dew gasps when a rough tongue laves at his shoulder, shivers when it glides up his throat. His own cock twitches despite the ache still threaded through his muscles, and the little ghoul sucks air through his teeth when Mountain sucks his earlobe.

"Shit, Mount," he groans, raking his claws along the taller ghoul's inner thigh. "Thought you were tired."

"I'm fucking exhausted," he confirms, shifting his hold to splay a large hand over Dew's belly. "But you just smell so good..."

Mountain drags him closer, until he's fully flush with his chest and Dew can feel his half-hard cock mold to the small of his back. Mountain buries his nose in his hair while more water splashes to the floor, taking a long, deep inhale.

"So you keep saying," Dew mumbles, but he really can't complain when every breath seems to make Mountain throb against him. He wiggles as best he can, just to make the other ghoul gasp. "This thing seems to agree."

"Can't help it." Mountain's other hand sinks beneath the suds, grips Dew’s skinny thigh. "Dunno why, but -"

"'S fine," Dew sighs, working to make himself sound put out despite the fact that he's gotten all chubby himself. "But since you want it so bad," he lilts, a gentle tease, "don't expect me to do any of the work."

He means it to sound haughty, like a taunt, something for Mountain to bounce off of. To call him lazy, or a princess, or any of a thousand other things that would only add fuel the embers starting to burn in his belly.

"Okay," Mountain breathes instead, and Dew doesn't have time to process it before he's being moved.

Not far, mind, but still. Mountain hooks his hands under each of Dew's thighs and lifts him, the water aiding the motion. He sits the little ghoul higher in his lap, thick shaft dragging between Dew's cheeks and wringing a surprised sound out of him.

"Mount, what -"

"Shh," Mountain soothes, slouching further into the water until his knees break the surface. "Just let me have you."

Well, it's not like Dew would ever say no to that.

He's not sure what to expect with the way Mountain's arranging them, but it becomes clear soon enough; he settles Dew against his chest once more, but further up. Far enough for the little ghoul to rest his head on Mountain's shoulder. He rests Dew's legs between his own, keeps them spread just enough to -

"Oh."

Dew sucks his lower lip between his fangs when he feels something hard and hot insert itself between his thighs, pressed right up against his tight sack, and despite the warmth of the water Dew shivers eyes fluttering shut. He squeezes his legs together and loves the loud thud of Mountain's head hitting the porcelain wall of the tub. He snickers, rests his hands on Mountain's exposed knees.

"Like that, big guy?"

Mountain doesn't answer with anything but a low purr, the vibration lovely against Dew's back. Encouraging him to relax even further, to slip a little deeper. He can't even be bothered to open his eyes when one of those massive hands slides up his thigh, over his hip, fingertips drifting through his sparse happy trail. Mountain finds his stiff little dick, gives it a single stroke, and Dew doesn't bother hiding his soft moan.

Then the other ghoul chages his grip, presses Dew's cock against the firm shaft of his own, and as Mountain takes both of their lengths in one hand Dew feels him nosing at his scalp again.

"Who'd think you'd get so boned up over some soap," Dew mutters, as far from complaining as he could be. Mountain chuckles as he fists their cocks, one long, slow stroke.

"Can't help it," he repeats, and Dew responds with the tiniest roll of his hips. One that makes Mountain choke and hold them even tighter. "Fuck, Dew -"

"Just keep sniffin' me, weirdo," the little ghoul teases, happy to do nothing but lay back and enjoy the way Mountain's veiny shaft feels against his own. "But if you cum first you're suckin' me off."

#miasma's work #the band ghost ficlets #dewdrop ghoul #mountain ghoul #mountain/dew #mountain x dew #mountain dew #got it done just in time for #mountain monday #(spoilers - dew used rain's special shampoo and smells like water and fire mountain just really likes it a whole bunch)#not rereading before i post so if you see mistakes #no you dont

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midnight-moth · 22 days

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Under the wire but I wanted to throw something down for the first day of Raindrop April. Messy sweaty helmet hair kisses. Mlemlemlemlemmmmmm

#raindrop April 2024 #raindrop #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #nameless ghouls #the band ghost fanart #midnight moth draws #no the Grucifix patches on the shoulders will never be neat #if you have time to boop each other into oblivion maybe you have time to reblog this #cause I’d really appreciate it #I’ll kiss you mlemlemlemlemlemlemlem #rain x dewdrop #dewdrop x rain

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kkaisarion · 1 year

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headbutting is rain's love language pass it on

#bonk #bbg i love you and all five of your pixels #rain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #aether ghoul #rain x dewdrop #rain x aether #raindrop #the band ghost #ghost band #pls tell me if i should credit you for the second gif #shitghosting

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phantology · 1 month

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pet names

— the pet name that the ghouls call you most often. [swiss, dewdrop, phantom, rain, aether, mountain]

a/n: this is my first time writing for ghost, so apologies for the short length. just wanted to get a feel for it before i started writing longer things :)

DEWDROP ━━━

you could hear the half-walk, half-run of your favorite ghoul before you heard his voice. his gate told you he was happy about something, whatever it was.

your theory was confirmed a few beats later as he walked into the room, guitar in tow.

“i take it practice went well?” you smiled.

“tiring, but it went well.” dewdrop set his guitar down, then made a beeline for you. “although, you know that i missed you, doll.”

PHANTOM ━━━

the word that slips off of phantom’s tongue is… foreign, to say the least. it almost felt heavy. he seemingly said it without realizing it, tagging it on to the end of his sentence as though it was your name. whatever he had said to you doesn’t even register.

“what did you say?” you finally ask.

“i asked what you were up to?” he responds, sounding a little confused.

“no, what did you call me?”

he seems to think about it. after a few brief moments, he finally looks back up at you. “i called you… i guess a translation would be something like ‘my darling?’”

AETHER ━━━

“good morning, darling.” aether’s voice was starkly chipper to how you felt. it was a little too early in the morning for you taste, but sleep evaded you.

despite the tiredness still clouding your mind, you smiled at the ghoul. you plopped yourself down beside him and laid against him, allowing him to maneuver the both of you so that his arm fell across your shoulders. as he began to rub small circles into your skin, sleep finally found you.

RAIN ━━━

it was quiet. not that you minded it, just that most days spent around the ghouls were the very opposite of quiet.

“hey, sweetheart?” the familiar, calming voice of rain caught your attention. you looked from the reading you were engrossed in to the ghoul who offered you a small smile.

“hey,” you responded. “where is everyone else?”

he shrugged absently. “out. doing something or the other. i figured we could do something? stay in, if you want, or we could go find something to do. whatever you wanted.”

SWISS ━━━

“baby..” swiss dragged out the name, purposefully making his voice whiny to get your attention.

you looked up at him. you didn’t say anything, but the look on your face communicated what you meant. in all honesty, you’d forgotten what you were feigning being upset about, but swiss’ attempts at earning your forgiveness were becoming comical.

MOUNTAIN ━━━

the mug made a clink noise as mountain set it on the desk. inside of it was coffee, made just the way that you always liked. mountain had a weird way of remembering little things like that: the way you made your coffee, the way you wrote certain letters, the way you organized. it was odd to you sometimes, but other times it was useful.

“hopefully the coffee helps.” mountain started. he paused for a moment before continuing. “but… you need sleep, my love. you’re sure there’s nothing i can do to help you finish your work?”

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ethereal-maniac · 7 days

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Firm believer that the Papas, Ghouls and Ghoulettes prefer their lovers ✨hairy✨

They don’t want to be intimate with a pre-pubescent child, they want to be intimate with a woman/man/adult.

THEY LOVE THE HAIR, FUCKIN FIGHT ME

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lunariiawrites · 8 months

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Stay

Pairing: Rain x f!Reader

Rating: Everyone

Tags: Fluff, cuddles with Rain, overworked reader.

Summary: After countless hours of translating ancient texts, Rain wants to make sure you sleep.

A/N: I had to choose whether to make Rain sweet or absolutely feral for this fic. Sweet won out in the end. This is my first time writing Rain so I hope I did him justice!

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2:35 AM

The numbers blurred together as you closed the book in front of you, groaning as a ball of pressure formed at the base of your skull. Sister Imperator had been adamant that these ritual texts be translated as soon as possible and being one of the only translators on hand meant studying long hours in the night with little to no company.

The sister who kept the library organized and maintained had checked on you well before ten, no doubt to remind you of the late hour. However, you had thanked her for her concern and waved her off before diving back into the ancient texts. Pangs of hunger made you wish you had heeded her warnings as you stood, stretching muscles stiff with inactivity.

Ah well. The kitchens were closed now. Not much to do about it.

The library was dim, the main lights turned off long ago. Heading towards the door, you pulled it open with a dull creak, the wood groaning as it shifted. The hallway was even darker and there was a second of hesitation. Sometimes it wasn’t wise to wander the halls of the Ministry after dark. Siblings had told you of strange noises plaguing the hallways at night, screams and laughter being a few of the notable ones.

‘It’s not that far.’ The thought repeated like a mantra in your head, as you tried to calm yourself. The dorms that the siblings slept in truly weren’t far away, but normally the paths to and from were well lit and not plunged in darkness as they were now.

The light echo of your footsteps did nothing to ease your nervousness as you walked down the hall, fighting the urge to turn around and investigate the slight noises coming from the darkness of the other corridor.

‘Calm down. There’s nothing there.’

A scream rose in your throat as a hand gripped your arm and a slight sting of pain blossomed in your back as it hit the wall, coexisting for a moment with your headache before fading away. Wide blue eyes stared back at you and the fear drained from your body, leaving only exhaustion.

“Sorry, sister.”

Rain smiled sheepishly, pulling you gently away from the wall. The water ghoul patted your arm comfortingly and you gave a tight smile in response. He was dressed in a loose t-shirt and sweatpants, something way more casual than the uniform most had grown accustomed to seeing the ghouls in.

“What are you lurking around in the dark for?” He looked up at you with a passive expression, shrugging slightly.

“Taking a walk.” Leaning against the wall, he smiled, fangs showing slightly. “I could ask the same of you.”

“I was working.”

Searching your face, Rain scowled upon seeing the bags under your eyes as well as other signs of improper care.

“No.”

No?

Grabbing your hand, he pulled you down the opposite hallway, ignoring your protests to stop. After a few twists and turns, you two stood in front of a black door, decorated with some symbols of the Clergy.

‘The Ghoul Dorms?’

It wasn’t your first time in the dorms, having spent a lot of time with the ghouls themselves whether it was reading in a corner with Mountain or laughing as Dew swore up and down you cheated at Mario Kart or anything in between.

As Rain dragged you through the common room, you looked at the various doors you passed, assuming most of the ghouls were already asleep. Finally, he pulled you into a room at the end of a hallway, shutting the door behind you.

The smell of petrichor enveloped you as you realized it was Rain’s room. A few books lined a shelf with various decorations and a few plants that he had once gotten as a gift from Mountain. His guitar sat perched on it’s stand and a small window showed a beautiful moonlit view outside the Ministry.

Gently, Rain pulled you towards the bed, gesturing for you to lay down. The bed looked soft and inviting but you stubbornly looked at him, raising an eyebrow. Sighing, he crossed his arms, giving you a look that you had once seen Aether give Dew when he disapproved with whatever he was doing.

“You aren’t sleeping well,” He said softly. “I want to make sure you get proper rest.”

Before you could say anything else, he frowned, holding his hand out, eyes pleading.

“Please.” Taking your hand, he squeezed it softly. “Let me take care of you.”

“Fine.”

Brightening instantly, Rain lifted up the covers, ushering you under them and tucking you in like a prized possession. The instant your head hit the pillow, your eyes felt heavy and you mumbled a word as you fought the warm embrace of sleep. Rain looked back at you over his shoulder as he went to turn off the light and step out.

“Stay.”

Pausing, Rain took a moment to make sure he heard correctly before he crossed back over to the bed. Lifting up the covers, he pulled you towards him, purring softly as his chest pressed against your back. He could tell you were losing the fight as you cuddled into the pillow, evoking a small smile from him. Laying down, he wrapped his tail loosely around you, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“Sleep well, (Y/N).”

#the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost bc fanfic #rain ghoul #rain ghoul x reader #female reader #reader insert #x reader #fluff #rain ghoul fluff #lunariiawrites #lunariia #sweet rain #cuddles #my writing #writing #nameless ghouls x reader #nameless ghouls #ghost x you

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highdefinitions · 6 months

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said i wasn’t going to make more of these.. well…

#dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #rain x dewdrop #raindrop #the band ghost #ghost the band #shitghosting #yes i think rain is evil. yes he’s the most beautiful ghoul ever.#phantom ghoul #aeon ghoul #whatever the fuck you want to call him idk #phantom my little cringefail loser boygirl #swiss ghoul #do not let this one flop like the other one please

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voidcat · 2 years

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— letters to no one (life eternal)

characters: rain ghoul, gn!reader

notes & wc: mcd, angst, hurt/(little) no comfort, slice of life if you squint?, I kept the CoD vague on purpose to leave it up for interpretation but what I intended for it is between the lines. from rain’s perspective, this one is just… sad. – 1.6k

a/n: you can read this while listening to I Love You So by The Walters, mostly for the melody and the outro (and The Loneliest by Maneskin)

Out of all the ghouls, Rain has always been the sentimental one.

Shy and sensitive of the world, caring of the ones in his life, among everything, he is a collector– has always been one.

Rain has collected many things in his lifetime, and continues to do so. Be it guitar picks, instruments, note sheets of all kinds of music, for all types of instruments… as for his favorite– he likes to collect memories.

Tickets, trinkets, books old and new, notepads, even small silly doodles the other ghouls scribble on random pieces of paper-like material– anything that carries a memory within, Rain keeps it.

All the collecting and keeping, over the years his collection has only grown. Yet for all its size, he doesn’t check it, rarely going through some items again, from time to time.

To reminisce about the past, to laugh about a moment with someone else– everything else he comes across, it’s usually when he is replacing items or reorganizing the space.

That’s how he finds himself like this now.

Sitting on the floor, in the cold, in the dead of the night. The halls behind the doors remain silent, even the ghouls are asleep now.

In his hand sits an old napkin.

It has gotten filthy, probably contaminated as well ever since the time he kept it.

It is almost funny, this item of his collection was not intentional. That he just… forgot about the napkin in his pocket for a very long time, accidentally pulling it out when fishing for something else in his pockets, until one day he gave in, sure, better to have you there as well since all you do is replay that moment inside my head.

Crumpled up and some parts having a different texture than the other, he really should’ve just tossed this one out, or got it cleaned. But that would eradicate all the purpose, the memory hidden in it as well.

Rain still remembers the day, the moment itself, as clear as the fires of hell.

He can still hear the sudden breaking into a sob, a sound that clawed at his chest, the wetness he could feel on his shoulder, the way your body would shake, how you stared off into space when he wiped the tears off your face.

He hates himself for thinking like that but even then you looked beautiful.

You were never much of a crier.

Not in front of others, not even when alone with yourself, as you revealed to him once later, that you need complete darkness or to shut your eyes as tight as you could, to be able to cry, to cry in a fashion you claimed ‘proper’.

When he asked what you meant by that, your silence told him this was not a conversation for now, for another moment of vulnerability and breakdown.

The napkin in his hand again, as if you’re sitting next to him, in front of him, like back then, Rain still recalls each spot on your face that he dried, cradling your cheek, brushing strands of hair away and tucking them, knowing well how their presence could overwhelm you at times.

A part of Rain cherishes the memory as much as he hates it.

The show of trust, the vulnerability, the intimacy shared which you’ve offered him– he knows the two of you have always been close but still, this, this is something grand for your standards, for the person you are.

Hate the moment, cherish the memory– this is not a luxury Rain has when it comes to you, not anymore.

The napkin still in his hand, the small box of other trinkets by his leg, half a meter away a stack of what seems to be paper and envelopes tied together; he sits like that, in vain, waiting, thinking about nothing in particular.

Taking in a deep breath and closing his eyes, he lets his shoulders drop.

Rain misses you.

The letters ahead of him still smell like you, he makes sure of it, preserving them so your scent will remain a tad longer.

Rain has been missing you for quite some time now, for far too long.

He doesn't know how much has passed anymore but he knows it passed too much, too long, long enough to make him question while he is still here as well, has his time not come yet?

With each memory, each little thing in his collection, he honors a memory, grieves a part of you. Be it happy, sad, he is grateful he got to see so many sides of you.

This doesn’t stop him from wishing he saw more though, it never will.

Because when it comes to you, Rain is selfish.

And how can he not be? You wouldn't blame him for it if you knew, you would understand just as he does.

He does and yet, he still aches for you all the same, wishing he could be that pillar for you, that change, that escape from everything else, the reality, the people, the worries and the stress.

With you, for you, Rain becomes a selfish person, always wishing for more, hoping for more, just a little longer, a little closer, a bit more, he craves and craves as his heart aches for more, his hunger unappeased.

For ghouls, emotions do not always progress the same way they do for humans. They do not get attached like them, do not love like them, do not hate or experience sorrow like them.

Yet the beauty of feelings always precede barriers that separate them. And once they feel, they do so with an intensity, with passion, with a weight to it, putting their everything, pouring their beings into it.

Now Rain understands why they often do not allow people to have one last look.

This pain deep inside him would be tolerable, had it been few years more, an unexplained reason, something to brush off as genetics, ‘that's just how life is.’, an accident– anything to ease it, to justify the little passage of time.

In normal circumstances he should’ve felt like this years later, not thinking about how early everything is, too soon, too soon, his mind whispers at him constantly.

He understands why they explain that forbiddance to preserve the memory.

Because when Rain thinks of you now, he can see your smile, the warmth in it, but the image shifts so quickly to that neutral expression you usually wore, now to stay on your face forever– until time begins to decay, piece by piece, limb by limb you begin to disintegrate.

The feeling of your warmth replaced with how cold and heavy you’ve gotten. Rigor mortis is no joke but Rain never thought it’d feel this heavy on his shoulders.

Eyes staring blankly, away, to nothing in particular, to no one in particular, to the void and the void stares back.

Of course, not to him, rarely with him. There was a spark in your eyes, that crease in your face, how you always said your face would ache when you're with him, ‘it's because i am smiling so much, my muscles hurt.’

He was aware of the sadness laced within your explaination, but now it feels like a hammer to his chest.

And above all, Rain misses seeing the beauty of life, of love, the brightness and the warmth of the sun on you.

The color red only disgusts him now.

He never liked this look on you, the one you had on default, as you’ve explained it, the one you wore often, the one you had when nobody was watching– of course, he was, but it seems you weren’t aware, or you just didn't have any energy left in you to care. Maybe you just knew pretending would only make it worse, and offered him an honest side of you, no masks, no acting, no pretending when you’re with him.

Rain never liked how integrated with the void you were, and he hates how indifferent you look now.

As if nothing has changed, as if you were dead from the beginning, not quite living even when you were alive, save for a few exceptions– most of which you shared with him, he hopes.

It is a selfish wish, he knows, but he doesn’t have anything else to hope for at this point, except to be a source of solace when you were still with him, still laughing, still warm in his arms and not like some dead weight.

Rain always knew of the inevitable sorrow, the fate that awaited the two of you. Humans are fragile beings, they never last as long as ghouls do.

He knew this day would come eventually, accepting the risks all the same, willing to experience that gut wrenching, backstabbing, choking sorrow. Aether warned him, Papas warned him, some just looked your way with envy, some with pity–

Yet when weighing the options, a lifetime spent with you, even if just a small portion of his life, seems worth the heartache that’ll follow.

And it is, as he learns firsthand now.

All the letters you’ve written to him, for him, about him, about your life, about nothing at all, impromptu stories and poems; they sit together, tied neatly with a ribbon of your favorite color.

They still smell of you, much to Rain’s content, when he brings the stack to his face. Something to hold on to for a little longer, to keep the memory living outside his mind, to make it last for some time more.

All he can do is to hope that their infernal lord, the morningstar, offers you that peace of mind, the happiness, the ease you deserved your whole life.

That is, if you are there.

If that’s the case, maybe he can visit you some day.

Hope is all Rain has left nowadays, besides his collection gathering dust just as his heart.

#ghost band stuff #gender neutral reader #rain ghoul #rain x you #rain x reader #rain ghoul x you #rain ghoul x reader #ghost x you #ghost x reader #ghost bc fanfiction #ghost bc x reader #angst #ghost bc x you #ghost band x you #ghost band x reader

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ghoul-slime · 7 months

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He feels like a fucking idiot.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dew gasps and Rain groans in response.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wanna go again?”

#dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #rain/dew #rain x dewdrop #rain/dewdrop #dew/rain #dewdrop x rain #dew x rain #dewdrop/rain #ghost band fanfic #ghost fanfiction #ghoul-slime fic #ghoul-slime ask #thank you for the prompt!#i had a lot of fun with this one

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miasmaghoul · 7 months

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There is so much talk of creaming jorts on my blog right now and you know, it gave me a devious idea:

Mountain (or another ghoul of your choosing ofc, but it is still march haha) is getting close to the start of a rut, which has them feeling a little posessive a packmate pre-ritual. Like he needs to claim them a little to scratch the itch under their skin. What if they were having a sneaky make out session before curtain call and he unbuckled the others belt, creamed into their jorts undies and buckled them back up, just in time for them to feel him all ritual?

Gross.

I love it.

Leaned more into the possessive side of things, hope you don't mind!

(This has been sitting in my drafts for months I'm SO SORRY pretend it's still March shhhh)

Mountain breathes deep through his nose, trying to focus on the book in his hand as the van trundles down the road toward tonight's venue. It's some pulpy crime novel he'd grabbed at the last airport they visited, something intended to distract more than entertain, but despite being more than halfway through it Mountain couldn't name a single character if he tried.

He can't help it. Can't think about anything but the way every inch of him has started to buzz, how the very air around him hums.

There's a specific sort of pressure in the back of his head. Rigidity in the muscles along his spine. A disquieting tingle that's come to settle into his gut. It all speaks to one thing, and it couldn't be coming at a worse time.

It had started last night, a sharp spike of nearly painful arousal that had hit him in the middle of the night. Had roused him from an otherwise very sound sleep and jolted him so badly that the oversized ghoul had hit his head on the ceiling of his bunk. It hardly registered, Mountain honed in exclusively on the sudden, urgent need for release.

Rock hard and leaking already, he'd wasted no time in shoving his hands into his sleep sweats, gripping himself and pumping his hips into the tight channel of both fists. Forced to bite his tongue to mute the harsh groan threatening to escape his throat when he blew in a matter of seconds, eyes shut so tight that colors bloomed behind his lids.

It happened again in the bus shower this morning, Mountain struck by a wave of need so intense that he'd doubled over and nearly slipped. He'd lasted a little longer that time, not that he'd needed to, and the wet sound of his soapy hand flying over his cock still echoed in his ears. That one had left him dizzy, left him panting against the shower wall while he watched his load swirl down the drain.

There really are few things worse than an unexpected rut.

He knows that the others know, but most of them don't acknowledge it. He'd caught them all staring at different points, nostrils flared, but they were quick to look away. Dew, Rain, Cirrus and Cumulus did their best to be sly about it, furtive glances cast during casual conversation. Aeon and Aurora weren't quite so subtle - he could smell the pair of them from down the length of the bus. Could see Aeon getting chubby in his too-tight jeans and Aurora squeezing her thighs together. Both tempting in their own ways, to be sure.

But then there was Swiss.

Swiss, who he'd heard noisily tugging at himself in the bunk below while he came down from his first orgasm.

Swiss, who had been standing bright-eyed and grinning just outside the bathroom after Mountain's shower.

Swiss, who had spent the entire morning tossing him hungry glances and touching him at every possible opportunity.

Swiss, who now sits pressed tightly to his side in the cramped van while Mountain does his damnedest to ignore the heat of his body, the spice of his cologne and the weight of the hand on his knee.

Mountain can hardly think for how badly he wants. Wants to wrench Swiss's arm behind his back, get a hand in his hair and shove his tongue down his throat. Wants to tug Swiss into his lap in front of everyone and feel him up, wants to suck deep, dark marks into his neck while he grinds against his ass. Wants to get Swiss's strong legs over his shoulders, wants to get so deep inside that Swiss can't do anything but writhe and beg for his -

"You're growling, big guy," Swiss informs him, voice silken gravel, and Mountain nearly tears his book in half. He gives the other ghoul a sidelong glance, and Mountain knows that if they weren't glamoured Swiss would be smiling with every fang in his mouth. "Somethin' on your mind?"

Mountain doesn't deign to answer him, instead choosing to stare at the page he hasn't turned in the last ten minutes. To pretend his dick isn't hard as granite and leaking into the two pairs of too-tight underwear he'd shoved himself into.

He's first out of the van when they finally pull up to the amphitheater, sucking down heavy lungfuls of fresh, summertime air in an effort to clear his head. To wash away the heady scent of smoky whiskey, black pepper and bitter herbs stuck in his nose. To allow himself to think about anything but the familiar warmth of Swiss's body.

About the way he always holds himself open when Mountain bends him over. The way he moans in that deliciously whorish way when Mountain pushes in. The way Swiss's voice drops to a rasp and his breathing goes shallow when Mountain grips those narrow hips with bruising force. The way he grabs at his own hair when Mountain fucks him just right. The way Swiss's pretty little hole stretches around his -

"Mount!"

Rain's voice shakes him from his stupor, and as his cock pulses and leaks to memories of Swiss, Mountain hurries over to join his packmates. Rain gives him a worried look.

"Hey, you alright?" He reaches out to touch Mountain's arm, but seems to think better of it. Instead, he crosses his arms over his chest. "I know you're, uh..." he makes a vague southward gesture, "...struggling."

"I'm fine," Mountain grumbles, not so subtly adjusting himself and hoping he hasn't soaked a wet spot into his jeans. He catches a whiff of warm spice and old weed, and as Swiss breezes past them Mountain can practically feel his pupils narrow.

Rain seems less than convinced when Mountain proceeds to crack his knuckles, but he drops the subject nonetheless. They head inside together, and Mountain does his best to put on his game face.

He still stops in a bathroom along the way, unable to erase the image of Swiss stretched and keening from his mind. He spills into the toilet with the other ghoul's name on his tongue, and huffs out an irritated sigh when no relief follows.

This is going to be a very long show.

Still though, the hours between arrival and showtime pass in a blur. Soundcheck comes and goes, as do their myriad meetings with venue staff and conversations with their techs.

Through it all, Mountain can feel golden eyes boring into him. In the halls, on stage, in the dressing room. Mountain does his best to ignore the weight of Swiss's gaze as he applies his face paint, but the only other thing he can think of is the red-hot tangle of urgency between his legs. He meets Swiss's eyes in the vanity mirror as he slips on his helmet, the other ghoul peering at him over Rain's shoulder while they chat across the room.

He offers a wink through his lenses, and Mountain's balls ache.

The call comes for ten minutes til showtime, and the others make their way from the dressing one by one. Swiss doesn't so much as move from his position against the wall. Mountain can feel his breaths coming quicker as Aurora and Cumulus share a sideways hug, the door clicking shut behind them, and then they're alone.

They're alone, and Swiss grins.

Mountain's across the room in two stride, and before Swiss can so much as breathe he's pinned to the wall by his throat. Mountain snarls in his face, leaning in until he can feel Swiss' breath on his lips, hot and tobacco tinged.

"Why must you always insist on being such a fucking tease?"

Swiss' lips curl up at the corners despite the pressure on his neck, and something predatory prickles at the back of Mountain's mind.

"Not my fault you're thrown' off pheromones like crazy," he said, just a little strained. Swiss rolls his hips towards his pelvis and Mountain's stomach gives a mighty swoop. "Can't blame me for wanting a taste."

Swiss licks at the air, breathes deep, and Mountain squeezes his throat so tight his eyes roll back.

"Can't even ask for what you want, can you?" The taller ghoul's other hand finds Swiss' belt and Mountain unbuckles it with aggresive fingers. He knows he's growling as best he can through his glamour, and the way Swiss shivers says he gets the message. "Too stupid to use your words? Just have to be a fucking tease about it?"

Swiss gives him a hurried nod as he swallows against the pressure of Mountain's palm, and he grunts when Mountain yanks his pants and briefs down in one go. A rough hand gropes his rapidly thickening cock, and Swiss visibly winces, eyes bright.

"Don't make that face." Mountain pulls his hand from Swiss' growing chubby to unzip his own pants, to fish himself out through his already stained briefs. "You asked for this." He groans at his own touch, cock hot and heavy in his hand. He smears the wet tip of it over Swiss' shaft and the sensation wrenches a moan from him.

Swiss licks his lips, nods again as his eyes drift south, and as Mountain starts to stroke himself he chokes out a pained huff. Mountain's hold on the other ghoul's throat never slackens, not even as his chest starts to heave while his cock jumps. He pulls at himself with firm tugs, each one sounding slicker than the last. Swiss lets his helmet thud back against the wall, hands coming up to rest on Mountain's forearm. He rocks forward and Mountain growls, can't keep himself from pressing closer. From crowding Swiss to the wall and bumping his fat cock with every pass of his fist.

"I'm going to give you something special." They're close enough that Swiss's breath clouds his lenses. Mountain's balls are starting to go tight already, the tension settled into every part of his body melting into tingly heat that has his shoulders sagging. "Something to think about while you're dancing like a whore for all those people."

He works himself hard and fast, the urgent heat in his veins threatening to set his skin alight. Swiss's ignored cock bobs and bounces, the other ghoul gripping his choking arm tight and spitting tight curses through clenched fangs every time Mountain nudges it.

"Touch me," Swiss manages to spit, blunt nails digging through his shirt. He bucks as best he can, but all that accomplishes is a brief bump against Mountain's fist. "Mount - Mount you gotta -"

He gurgles when Mountain squeezes him into silence, huffing while he polishes his leaking tip.

"Shut up," he bites out, teeth clenched chest heaving. "Sluts don't get to make demands."

For once in his life, Swiss keep his mouth shut.

It's no time at all before Mountain's balls draw up, his hips twitching in animalistic jerks. He grunts with every stroke, brow knit behind his mask, and the closer he gets the better Swiss's strained gurgling sounds.

"Gonna make sure they all know you're mine."

Swiss's cock spits a blurt of pre that hits his stroking hand, and with an impossibly deep moan Mountain shoots in thick ropes that splatter against his cock, balls and muscular thighs. Heavy streaks that cling to heated skin and coarse hair. That leave him filthy and marked in a way that has Swiss's knees wobbling. Mountain doesn't release his throat until his cock dribbles its last, and the deep, starved breath Swiss sucks in is musc to Mountain's ears.

He steps away while Swiss catches his breath and struggles to keep his legs under him, heads back to vanity to clean himself up. He hisses as the hand towel he finds scratches at his sensitive flesh, and in the mirror Swiss catches his eyes once more.

"Just gonna leave me like this?" Swiss pants, gesturing at his flushed, messy cock. He sounds surprised, and Mountain really can't imagine why. A pearly stripe drips, beads up to leave a stain in his undies that has Mountain drooling.

"Deal with it," he rumbles in response, tucking himself away and fastening his belt. "I want to smell it on you tonight."

He has the pleasure of watching Swiss' eyelids droop behind his lenses at the timbre of his voice, rich with intent. Mountain grabs his sticks and heads to join the others, and the sound of Swiss's zipper makes him smirk. There's something deeply satisfying about leaving him sticky and wanting, and even though he's hard again halfway through Kaisarion Mountain finds it easy to lose himself in his musicmaking.

Until Watcher in the Sky comes up and he makes the mistake of peeking over at Swiss's platform while Dew's guitar wails. Finds him on his knees and elbows with his ass in the air.

As both of his sticks splinter in half, Mountain swears he's going to make Swiss cry tonight.

It's what the slut deserves.

#miasma's work #the band ghost ficlets #mountain ghoul #swiss ghoul #rain ghoul (in the distance)#mountain/swiss #mountain x swiss #swissalps #im not rereading this before i post so if you see mistakes #no you dont #moony this is YOUR FAULT

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eternal-kosmo-ghoul · 5 months

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*°:⋆ₓₒ day 4. bondage

.｡❅*⋆⍋*∞*｡ “red ribbon”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — ❤︎ there was leftover ribbon from gift wrapping that you decided to use, and maybe you’re just the best gift for rain

pairing: rain ghoul x gn!reader

a/n: i’m so down bad for rain 🧎 and the bondage too 🧎 holy shit 🧎might be a little shorter than the last few fics

cw: nsfw content. bondage. overstimulation. forced orgasm. slight objectification. degradation. mean rain but rain is great at aftercare.

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“mmmh… i just knew what you wanted when you looked at me like that. now here you are, looking so ready for me.” —❤︎

┅✦┅

“you still with me, baby?”

a choked out groan escaped your throat.

“hmm, good to know you still have some in ya.”

the water ghoul just circled the bed slowly, his movements calculated and precise as he observed your current form. you looked so pretty, so good just for him.

laced red ribbon tied on all of your limbs. ankles and wrists. you were completely bound to the bed by this silky fabric, all at rain’s mercy. he flashed a toothy smirk towards your fucked out face, and you could only whimper pathetically in response to his expression.

how did you end up in this predicament?

well, you and rain were in the middle of wrapping presents for the ministry. the bassist was finishing up putting together his gift for phantom, before he realized that he had leftover ribbon.

the conversation went a little something like this

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“ah, looks like i have a few extra ribbon.”

“you do? well, at least it’s good to have some in case it comes in handy.”

“… oh it will come in handy alright.”

“hm?”

“y/n, do you mind helping me with my last gift?”

“… sure.”

“perfect.”

—

little did you know, the gift was you. rain even had the gall to tie up a little laced ribbon collar on your neck, tying the loose ends into a pretty little bow that almost felt mocking.

and that little shit was reveling in it. he loved how helpless you looked underneath his command. the ribbon was so easy to tear off, but you were too weak from all of your previous orgasms that you could barely even move your limbs. only the occasional twitch would happen, but not like that could help.

rain liked it. he was treating himself to a nice gift, and of course, he was going to take full advantage of his new toy.

“mmmh… i just knew what you wanted when you looked at me like that. now here you are, looking so ready for me.” rain teased, his smirk filled with a taunting aura that had you squirming against your delicate restraints, but of course you couldn’t break free.

not like rain would let you anyways.

he crawled over onto the bed, his cock hard and leaking with so much precum. rain wrapped his webbed fingers around his shaft before pumping himself a few times, lubing himself up with the leaking liquid from the head of his cock.

no matter how many times he had made you cum with his dick, rain seemed to be completely unfazed by how many times he came. he was just interested in making you a puddle of pleasure in his very hands.

“mmmh.. is that what you wanted? you wanted to be my little fucktoy for this year?” he asked mockingly as he lined his cock against your entrance.

“my little fuck doll for me to enjoy. to use and spit on like a fucking cum rag? yeah? sounds like you’d like that.”

you couldn’t even respond to what rain said, because he didn’t even give you a chance to. before you knew it, rain had completely thrusted his hardened length into you, making you cry out from the searing pain of it and the overwhelming amount of pleasure you feel from it.

“g-gahh!!” you wailed.

“nnngh there we go.. there’s the good ol’ slut talking.” rain chided, his leer still as mean as ever.

the water ghoul could be such a bully sometimes.

rain smirked and slammed his hips into your tight, aching sex at a reckless abandon. he didn’t even bother starting out slow, oh he was just railing you like crazy, using your body for his own pleasure.

“f-fuck you’re tight.. hah.. this is definitely not your first time taking a ghoul’s dick.” rain panted out, his groans and grunts quickly turning into taunting chuckles.

“ahhh you’ve definitely been fuckin’ the other ghouls. what? was one dick not enough for ya? you just had to go and be a little slut? taking other demons loads like a filthy whore.” he snarled out, his thrusts getting more erratic and speedy.

you could only cry out in choked up moans, eyes tearing up from the sheer pleasure. your wrists were red from how the tightly the ribbon was tied around your wrists.

and rain’s words stung, but fuck did he turn you on so much.

“r-rain! fuck!” you tried to protest his accusations, but his cock kept slamming into your sweet spot that made you scream with pleasure.

“tell me, doll face. how many times have you caught onto dew’s knot? or sucked swiss’ dick? or let mountain use that monster fucking cock to treat you to a real good time? eh? doesn’t that sound nice for a little sex toy like you?” rain sneered, hips snapping into yours harshly, making you cry out in pure euphoria.

“rain—!” you tried to manage out. thrust. cut off again. you wanted to cry even more from the frustration of rain being so cruel with you. but, you were struggling so hard to deal with your frustration and horninesa at the same time.

“dirty fuckin’ slut, look at how sloppy you are, making a mess all over my fucking cock.” the water ghoul mocked, chuckling devilishly as he observed your fucked out face, watching your body jolt as he thrusted more into you.

“ohh and you’ve made a mess all over my bed too, just from how many times you’ve cum from my body.” he reminisced, sighing in satisfaction as he watched your face.

you could only nod weakly in response, and rain took this as a signal to keep going.

he went harder, and harder and harder. his balls drew tight against his body, and he could feel another release coming on soon.

his fingers gripped your hips tightly as he fucked your abused hole over and over again, which was already twitching with overstimulation. your body was completely restrained to the bed, unable to move or do anything at all.

you were at rain’s mercy.

and he wasn’t showing any at all.

“f-fuck, y/n! you’re so fucking tight around me! you want it? tell me you fuckin’ want it!” rain moaned out, and you just let out a series of erotic moans in response.

“aaah! y-yes! yes i want this, rain! i want you, i want your cock!” you screeched, and he let out a lustful chuckle.

“now that’s what i wanna hear! i’m gonna fuck this little hole allll throughout this christmas season… and you are going to fucking like it.” rain growled out.

you felt like your body was on fire. you didn’t know if you could take another orgasm, but the way rain was slamming into you had you seeing stars. rain was treating you so cruelly, and you didn’t know if you wanted to cry more, or cum so hard that you would black out.

“you want this?”

“rain—“

“you want my cum? want to take my seed like a good little slut?”

“rain—!”

“mmmh, looks like you want it.”

“fuck!”

that did it for you. you screamed rain’s name and came everywhere, the sticky liquid staining your lower regions and rain’s stomach. he seemed to follow shortly after too, because you could hear rain groans loudly and shoot his hot, thick cum inside of you, filling your hole up to the brim.

he sighed heavily and pulled out after a few moments, a trial of cum oozing out from your hole and onto the tip of his dick. rain hunched over slightly, panting heavily while you still did too.

after a bit, the lust was subsiding from rain’s eyes, and he huffed, before leaning over to undo the ribbons bounding your wrists together.

“you did good tonight, babe.” rain whispered softly, knowing your body was completely spent from how many rounds you both just did.

you whined as rain drew your body close to his, body occasionally jolting from the aftershocks of pleasure. he sighed, kissing the top of your forehead in a manner that was a complete contrast to his mean demeanor earlier.

he smiled and stroked your hair lovingly, whispering in your ear.

“good little plaything.”

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#holiday hoes event #ghost fanfiction #rain ghoul #rain x reader #rain smut #rain x you #rain ghoul smut #the band ghost x reader #the band ghost smut #the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost bc smut #smutty drabble #smutty fanfiction #christmas #christmas prompts #holiday prompts

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redghoulettes · 6 months

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RED WITH GHOULS (2023)

AETHER. They are actually very cute with each other, they're very close as they play songs together before he left. Aether is just like Red's bodyguard, though her bodyguard get bossed around by someone else Dew. They are like brother and sisters on stage, just sweet with each other.

FANS LOVES. aether and red body goals. bodyguard moments of aether and red. aether head kisses. red bossing him around. aether hugging red.

MOUNTAIN. They are extremely close; every time Red climbs up to his stage to play her guitar, Mountain voluntarily gives her drumsticks, which she then gives to the the audience. On sometimes, Mountain allows her to play his drum using extra drumsticks.

FANS LOVES. their height difference. her being too polite with mountain than with other ghouls. when red always sends mountain a flying kiss before going back down from his stage.

PHANTOM. Red and Phantom get along well, even though Phantom is a new member of the band. They always exchange glances and brief physical contact, such as Phantom grabbing her waist as he passes her and Red patting his back. They adore skin ships and feel extremely at ease with one another.

FANS LOVES. phantom grabbing red's waist. red shooting finger guns to phantom before playing square hammer. them jamming with each other while playing their instruments.

RAIN. The two of them share the same stage, so they're always together. Red and Rain get along well, they know each other well and can anticipate each other's next move. Fans frequently refer to them as boyfriend and girlfriend. Red makes Rain comfortable enough for him to let himself gone wild on stage.

FANS LOVES. when rain gives her flowers he receives. rain and red's head tilts. when rain actually gone wild, he holds her neck and gave it a squeeze. red stepping on rain's boots.

SODO. Given how close they are to one another, it's clear that they feel very comfortable around each other. They both enjoy making inappropriate gestures and performing on stage. They're both a menace when put together. They frequently make fun of one another on stage or in interviews.

FANS LOVES. that one video wherein sodo licks on her fingers on prequelle era. sodo grabbing red's thighs while performing. red mocking his mummy dust innuendos. sodo choking her when she does her iconic head leaning back where her neck gets expose.

SWISS. Swiss is a crazy ghoul who frequently messes with Red and everyone else. He likes to sneak behind her and placing his hands on her neck, tilting it upwards to make her look up at him. This is his way of making her feel short. Swiss always kneels down in front of Red, and every single time he does, he's thrusting his hips.

FAN LOVES. when swiss teases red's height. when red flips off on swiss. them actually, unbelievably being soft to each other. red coming towards swiss just to ignore him and face aurora.

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hi hi! i just read on the contrary and wow what a fantastic idea. i’m sure you’re working on part 2, but i’m literally on my knees begging for headcanons of how you think each of the ghouls would go about taking your virginity in that universe.. if given the opportunity.

would rain be shy? would dew catch a whiff and have to take you in a dark corner?

please, i have to know

I had planned to write a sequel to a different take to the story of what would happen if the ghouls had gotten to you first instead of Copia but I could just as easily summarize it with some headcanons so, here you go. Thank you so much for asking Nonny, and I'm glad you like the story. I hope this does well to tide you over for the second part of On The Contrary.

Train Ride (Nameless Ghoul's x Reader)

Summary: You know that one meme of the girl on the couch surrounded by mischievous grinning men. Make that couch a nest and those men the Nameless Ghoul's. That’s you.

Nameless Ghouls x Reader (All of Them) || Orgy || Squirting || Oral Sex || Vaginal Sex || Overstimulation || Aftercare || Virginity Kink || WC: 3565

Aether had said to follow him and that it was urgent and important. He leads you down the crypt and into a room near the back. There, you see the entire squad of ghouls lazing about on beanbag chairs and a couch. In the middle of the room made of pillows and blankets and clothes and a mattress on the ground, is what you can best describe as a nest. And is that? Yes, that's definitely one of your shirts. A favorite actually that had gone missing. But the most alarming thing to catch your attention was that their masks were off.

Aether closes the door behind you and, with some shuffling, removes his own mask. Then he gets right down to brass tax. In fewer words, the conversation is best summarized as…

"We know you're a virgin." There's no question about it. They smell it, and you are divine. A temptation too powerful to ignore and that they can't ignore. It goes against their nature.

"Well, yes." You nervously respond, looking out over the eight demons in the room. Aether knocks his hand into your comfortably with a smile.

"We could help you with that, ya know. If you want." And well, you did want your first time to be memorable.

Cirrus, Cumulus, and Sunshine are the ones leading the charge. Out of all the ghouls, they are the most patient and will be safeguarding you from the horny boys as best as they can to make sure this experience is not only a pleasurable one but a fun one. The men tend to get a little carried away when an innocent is at play and these three mama bears are not shy to drag any of the boys away by their horn or ear if they start to get too rough.

They are the ones to lay out the rules and ask questions. Do you know what a safeword is? Do you know about the color system? Do you want to use condoms? What about the morning after pill? What do you normally do to get off? How? They ask you to show them, and that's how they get you started. They lay you out in the middle of the nest and circle around you. They watch you, all of them, naked and aroused, as you start to slide your fingers into your folds and curl and thrust your digits. How you treat your clit, the motions of your hands. An audience of eight all mouthwatering over you.

That's when our three lovely ghoulette’s slide in around you. Cirrus in front and sealing her mouth over your petals as Sunshine flicks and plays with your clit with one hand and teases your nipples with the other. Cumulus is exploring your mouth and swallowing your moans while running your fingers through your hair and pretty much giving you a head massage to keep you nice and comfortable. For right now this is all about you and getting you prepared for what's to come.

Cirrus eats you out. A gourmet meal fit for a queen, and she's very wet about it. Slurping and sucking, kissing, and licking. Burying her face between your legs with no hesitation and attacking your cunt with savage intent. She's taking her time with it though. A nice and slow opening moment to a very long and wild song. She treats you like fine China as she works her hand and fingers to explore your walls.

You've never had a mouth down there before, and as a first experience, it is mind-blowing. She does not stop you from rolling your hips. Nor does she stop you from clamping your thighs around her head. She growls into your folds when you slip your hand into her hair and pull and momentarily takes away her mouth to tell you.

"Pull harder." You don't deny her, even run your nails in, but then she rewards you with a grunt as her tail curls around one of your legs, and she returns to work, a little faster now. Her long forked tongue licks your walls and the wet velvet like texture has never been felt before and causes your toes to curl and moans happily eaten by Cumulus as she eats your sounds for breakfast encouraging your tongue to dance and tangle with her long forked one.

Sunshine is stroking your body. Your chest, playing with your nipples, tickling down your sides. Her hand reaches down to play with your clit just how you like it, licking her fingers before swashing it over the tender little bud with the experience of someone who's an expert. Tempting you with a single nail for a small pleasant bit of hardness but she is careful. She makes sure to not overwhelm you too much out the gate but you're taking it all very well.

After you come for the first time, that's when Cirrus starts to finger you. And they've obviously been planning this for a while because the nails of her key fingers have been filed short. You're easily slippery and relaxed enough to start with two and she carefully swipes and sweeps and curls inside of you, looking for that tender bundle of nerves and the gasp you reward her with gets everyone to groan.

Circulating between kissing Sunshine and Cumulus is enough of a distraction that Cirrus adds that third finger you are a little uncomfortable with. It's a stretch, a little burn, and easily adjustable. She keeps at it until you come for a second time, and then the show really starts.

As much as they wanted Mountain to be the first as he is the most 'tame' out of the lot, they were worried his size may intimidate you. So, he gave up the honor of being your first and handed the position to Aether. The first one to sniff you out since the beginning. And the one of them that all but demanded to be your first. There had been a fight between him and Dew over this, Dew living up to his name of Alpha but Aether had won with his teeth in Dew’s neck and Dew sufficiently cowed by the sudden strength and determination of his fellow bandmate.

And Aether is a perfect gentleman. Average in size and knows how to use it. He is gentle with you, slicking the head of his bare cock over your fluids and pussy lips before slowly and steadily rocking into you. The ghoulette’s actively reminds you to breathe as his cock head stretches a channel never used before and when fully seated the girls all give you praise and 'good job' and Aether hits you with that…

"Look at you. You took me so well." And hisses when you clench in arousal because that's a thing you didn't expect to spark heat in your gut.

He goes as gently as you need to and his thumb circles your clit to keep you stimulated past the uncomfortable burn that comes with a first time. Each rock of his hips stretches you out and you can practically feel your pulse in your tight muscles, like a second heartbeat. The girls do their best to keep you comfortable, trailing their hands down your body and playing with your breasts but finally when the pain subsides you give them the green go ahead.

“You can go faster.”

And the noises. The wet slapping of his cock combined with Cirrus spit and your cum, the loud slick of his cock as he pumps in and out of you as fast as he can like a man running from death. The squelch of your juices around his dick as you tighten and constrict around his member. The noise is what does you in. What does Aether in is how hot and needy your body is for his seed, clenching tight and squeezing his cock in waves.

He cums abruptly and gives himself a disappointed groan by how quick the round is over. But you’re blissed, leaning back into Cumulus and fuzzy from your head to your toes. Aether leans down and gives you a passionate kiss before coming up to bunker down at your side, leaning against you comfortably and sniffing your hair, purring all the while.

Dew is next, of course. There are still no regrets at this point. You can normally go three rounds with yourself with the right angle and determination, but this is the point when you realize you are going to be tired and sore tomorrow. Fascinated and a bit possessive with Aether’s cum sliding out of you, Dew leans down to clean you up, his long tongue wiping you down with every drag and you can feel the bumps of his taste buds as he laps at your folds like an ice cream cone.

Then he slides into you with a low groan and sets a very nice even pace, less thrusting and more rolling of his hips. He angles, so you're on your side with one leg up. It’s nice, and then he strikes your g-spot and has you gasping and clinging to Aether who purrs and nuzzles you into his neck. Tail sliding down to molest your clit and Dew bares his teeth having his turn taken but Aether ignores him and strokes you through it. Dew finishes with a roar and your fourth orgasm hits you like a freight train with Aether’s sure strokes to your clit.

This is the point in which you take a break. The team lets you catch your breath, gives you bottles of water, and helps to clean you up a little. You asked how you're doing. If they are doing okay? Is there something you want done? You make mention that you're a little disappointed that the ghoulette’s didn’t get anything from their turn with you and are given a grin.

Next round is made up of Cumulus asking if you’d like to eat her out and Cirrus showing you what scissoring is. The taste of Cumulus is salty but not bad, a good first experience with a ghoulette who loves running her fingers through your hair and scratching your scalp softly with her more than dangerous claws. Her nails feel nice in your hair as you curiously taste her and fuck her with your tongue, sucking on her bud and flicking it gently. It’s a nice and smooth ride and she’s already pent up from watching so it doesn’t take long for her to come and you’re again washed with praise.

Cirrus helps you roll your hips and comes apart on you with a rough growl and shudder, baring her teeth as she locks up on top of you and you likewise locking up below her. The ghoulette is all but shoved off by Sunshine as the newest of the band reveals to you a long purple silicon cock with double ends and a raised and excited brow.

Your fifth comes quick and fast after your fourth, linked together in quick succession and you really didn’t think you had it in you, but Sunshine sets a fast pace and the dildo has been ribbed with little bumps to cause a wonderful kind of friction to your gooey walls. There is a wet squelch and a very embarrassing amount of wetness when you come, and mortification overwhelms you when you realize what you have done. But the band are looking at you with absolute joy and glee in their faces.

“I got you to squirt!” Sunshine beams, puffing out her chest proudly and showing off. “Holy shit! Take that, you guys! I got the virgin to squirt!”

Rain cleans you up with his tongue. Seeking out every bit of moisture from between your thighs and sucking it greedily into his mouth, lapping at you like a dog. When he feels you're sufficiently cleaned up, he lines up his dick and starts to press.

But Rain is long, long enough that with each thrust there’s a small bit of pain as he reaches the deepest part of you. It’s uncomfortable. You tell them that and the fuck ends. Rain apologizes for the pain but you still want to keep going. So Sunshine asks if you’d like to try your hand at sucking cock.

That’s a yes. So you’re resituated in the nest to be sitting up, back supported given your first chance to get up close and personal with a real dick. He lets you explore, take your time, even though his thighs and lower stomach twitch as you grace his shaft with your fingers. It’s hot, his skin as soft as silk, and still coated in your juices. Finally, you take his cock in your mouth, tasting your own flavor and the saltiness of his precome. Your jaw quickly starts to ache, not used to being open for so long and while you can’t fit all of him in your mouth, you're told to take your time and only as much as you want. You’re not gonna deep throat him your first try, likely not your first time either. That takes practice so don’t feel bad about it and don’t try to choke yourself.

“But if you really wanna, you're welcome to practice with me as much as you want after this.”

Aether gives a possessive growl and has his tail pulled vengefully by Dew in an effort to cut it out, but it only makes him more agitated. The girl’s have to pull the two apart when they start swinging for each other’s dicks.

While sucking on Rain, you're not shy to grab the rest of his length and stroke. You explore his shaft and fondling his balls, which gets a very nice sound out of the ghoul. So you move your mouth to his suck on one of his testicles. Rain is quick to rip your mouth away and slip his finger against your bottom lip to keep you mouth open before stroking his cock and abruptly coming on your tongue. Actually cum is interesting, a lot stronger, and very bitter. It doesn’t make you gag but it does cause your face to scrunch at the taste.

Cumulus slaps Rain over the head for not asking first but they’re both stunned when you swallow his cum and reopen your mouth to show them just how much of a good girl you are and Aether is quick to try and chase down that taste with his own tongue and have another opportunity to kiss you again.

“Look at you.” He says in between sucking your lips and your tongue. “You’re turning into a little slut. Such a good girl. Such a good little slut for us.”

Swiss apologetically kisses you between your legs in an effort to do away with some of the soreness from Rain and get you ready for himself and then Mountain. He asks if he can try a different position, which, of course, he can. And you're seated in his lap, facing away from him and given a nice show of Cumulus sitting on Dew’s face.

Swiss directs you to lean back which you do and hefts you up by your ass, your legs falling open to give everyone a nice view as his cock slides into you and he starts a very fast pace, jack-knifing into you frantically and reaching deep, gliding along your inner walls easily given how wet and lose you are at this point. The noises are getting to you again, not just your own hoarse moans but that of Cumulus as Dew treats her right. And your eyes fill with tears at just how damn good it is.

In this position it’s easy for Aether to molest and suck on your tits, pulling at your nipples and rolling them with his fingers until they pebble. Sucking mark and mark on one side of your neck as Swiss attacks the other. Aether’s fingers go down to assault your very much swollen and very much sensitive clit and stroke your puffy folds around Swiss’s cock and it’s an interesting feeling. It tickles and god you feel so hot down there, so tender and the oversensitivity brings even more tears to your eyes.

It doesn’t take long for you to come again and you do so with a scream and yelp as Aether nips your tit before burying his face between your breasts and sighing, blissfully content in the comfort of your shaking body.

The room smells of sex and a weird kind of spice. It’s break time again before the finale, more water, more praise. Aether is rubbing against you like a cat and asks if he can have you again after Mountain and you’re not sure you have it in you. Your body is heavy, and your eyes are starting to sag. But when you turn him down, he acts so respectable about it that you can’t help but want to give him another go.

After all, Aether has been the prominent one. He’s not been shy to approach like the other ghouls. He’s helped you get around the Abbey when you first joined, answered your questions, and gave you confidence at the sermons and parties to go out of your comfort zone. So you tell him yes, and the ghoul lights up with a fanged smile and glittering eyes.

Mountain is ready, and you can understand why he was saved for last. He is very proportionate, very thick and veiny. You practically gulp at how much of a challenge it seems to have to take him but he assured you that with everything you just went though, he’s going to slide in like a key fitting into a lock. You're lifted up with his impressive strength and laid on his lap. You're in control of this because, as mentioned before, he’s big, and the best way to make sure you don’t hurt yourself is if you yourself are in charge.

You line up and sink down, and there’s a little pinch, but he’s right. It’s like a glove. The big ghoul gives a low groan at how carefully slow you take him but paws at your hips to help you lift up and down on his cock. He’s got the strength to practically use you as a doll if he wanted and he more than happily guides you into a nice and languid pace before he gets close enough to want to chase his own release and roughly starts taking more control. He gets a smack on his ear from Sunshine and gives a frustrated whimper when he tones it back down but you're more than happy to make up for him as you yourself start to speed things up.

Your thighs are burning by the time it’s over and with his pelvis making such good friction against your clit has you rolling over the edge for the eighth time that night.

At this point, you're little more than a ragdoll. Your limbs are heavy, and your breathing is labored, but you’re determined to make it nine and give Aether what you think he deserves and beckon him forward. He gives you a series of sweet kisses to your face and becomes a nice cool down for everything that has just happened.

Aether is ‘first’ and he is last. But this is a slow fuck. Long thrusts of him pulling almost entirely out and all the way back in. There’s plenty of clit stimulation, even though at this point it nearly hurts to have it touched. But when you reach down to grab his hand to hold instead he understands and leaves well enough alone, instead linking your fingers together as he gently grinds into you. It’s a very passionate fuck, very smooth and very bump and grind more that thrust. It ends with him curled over you giving you sweet kisses as you hold him to your body in a soft hug.

It’s a long night. The ghouls are more than sated, and you have been corrupted nine times over. They tend to you like a queen. They clean you up with a warm rag and keep you hydrated. They offer you sweets and cuddle you. You don’t remember when you fell asleep, likely passed out, but wake to vibrating bodies and the sweet sound of content purring in your ears.

Just like you had suspected, you were sore and groggy, but just like you had wanted, it was the most memorable night of your life.

...

So far.

…

Meanwhile, Copia wonders where just where you are and why you haven’t answered his summons. He considers Aether, and his eyes widen under the realization of what might have happened. But there's no reason for him to stand and send out a search party. He’s very confident his ghouls are taking good care of you.

For some reason though, there’s a bitter ache in his heart at the thought.

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