“I’ll see you tomorrow morning, my darling, okay?” Rain’s soft breath tickles Dewdrop’s ear as they speak. The embrace is warm, despite the water ghoul’s cool body temperature, or perhaps, Dewdrop thinks, perhaps it’s simply comforting. All too soon, Rain is pulling away from the hug, pressing a gentle kiss to Dewdrop’s forehead as they do so. “Nice and early by the lake. Don’t forget, darling.” They punctuate the end of their sentence by tilting the Dewdrop’s head up and kissing him slowly; an undercurrent of heat and desire managing to reveal itself through their soft kisses.
Dewdrop’s stomach jolts, a familiar spark of heat blossoming slowly out from his core; tingly warmth and pure, sinful want spreading through his entire body. “Do you– Do you wanna…?”
Rain pulls back reluctantly, and although Dewdrop can see the heat and desire in the water ghoul’s gaze, their eyes are apologetic. “I’m sorry, darling. I think I’m too tired for that tonight, and I don’t want to fall asleep during our little date tomorrow. I really am sorry, darling, I can tell you’re eager.”
“‘S okay. I know you’ve been tired lately. Rest up, you deserve it.” Dewdrop stands up on his tiptoes, pressing a kiss to the very tip of Rain’s nose. “And, hey, if I really need to, I can take care of it myself,” he giggles—fucking giggles; the effect Rain has on him is… concerning to say the least.
“That you can, sundew.” Rain leans down and presses a kiss of their own to Dewdrop’s nose, returning the favour. Dewdrop refuses to acknowledge the heat rising in his cheeks at the gesture of affection.
“Mhmm,” he hums. “I’ll let you sleep now, though, you do look tired.” He reaches up and smooths his thumb over one of the heavy, blue-purple bags under Rain’s eyes sympathetically. “G’night, Rainy. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He can hear the dopey, loving grin in his voice, but he finds that he doesn’t care so much. He doesn’t mind exposing his inner thoughts and raw emotions as much as he used to; not with Rain, at least.
The ghouls go their separate ways; Rain to the right, Dewdrop to the left—the fact that their assigned bedrooms are on opposite ends of the corridor of bedrooms is borderline criminal, Dewdrop thinks; although more often than not, the two ghouls will spend the night cosying up in each others arms in a bed that only belongs to one of them, so it’s not as if the assigned bedrooms situation has ever stopped them. The fire ghoul practically skips down his end of the corridor—there’s no one around to see him and he’s fucking excited for his date with Rain, okay? —until he reaches his door. It’s slightly ajar. Huh, weird. He could have sworn he’d closed it when he’d gone to meet Rain in the commons earlier… He shrugs, pushes the door open the rest of the way and freezes where he’s standing. Okay, that definitely wasn’t there when he’d gone to meet Rain. What the fuck...?
Ghost (Band) | Rain Ghoul + Dewdrop Ghoul | 13.1K Words | spoiledleaff on AO3
Explicit | NB4T | They/Them AMAB Rain Ghoul | He/Him FTM Dewdrop Ghoul | (Forced?) Feminization | Teasing | Oral Sex (Cunnilingus) | Temperature Play | Frottage | Mirror Sex | Dom/Sub Dynamics | Top Soft Dom Rain | Bottom Sub Dewdrop | Good Girl Dewdrop | a gift for the lovely @everybodyshusband ♡
“I’m perfectly capable of changing in my own goddamn room.” Dewdrop visibly bristles, his fangs bared and his eyes narrow. But the snarky façade of intimidation was lost what with how he was visibly hiding behind the cerulean mass of pretty fabric and dubious intentions.
And Rain? Well, the water ghoul had the audacity to scoff at him, those knowing teal eyes rolling hard at Dewdrop’s incessant need to not go down without a goddamn fight. Even their long, curved tail flicked in clear amusement behind him.
“No you’re not.” Rain borderline laughed. “We both know that if I let you run back to your little corner of the world with your little tail tucked between your legs. You’re going to lock yourself in your bathroom, try on my gift — while still wearing your stupid skin-tight jeans, you menace — inevitably get all hot and bothered before jacking off with that skirt clenched tight between your fangs. You’re going to cum all over your bathroom floor, let some stupid and unnecessary guilt wash over you like a goddamn catholic, before having the nerve to waltz out, not even look me dead in the eye, and vaguely thank me for the kind gift. Oh! And then, you’re going to ‘oh, so subtly’ avoid me for the next two and a half weeks, or at least until I fuck the truth out of you, and then you’re going to stare longingly at this gift — which you would probably shove into some forgotten corner of your dresser, next to the stockings Sunny gave you last year and the sundress Mountain gave the year before that — and proceed to never wear the very thing I so desperately want to see you wearing and looking so pretty in.”
Oh. Okay. That was needlessly fucking savage, and concerningly accurate.
you can read the rest of this self-indulgent spice over on AO3!
♬♪♬ “Cassandra” — Cos Sylvan ♬♪♬
( this work is unbeta’d. any and all mistakes are my own, and i hope that they didn’t take away from your reading experience. i really tried reading this one over as i went, but those typos always get the best of my somehow, haha! regardless, thank you so very much in reading ♡ )
“C’mon, sundew. Let’s get you cleaned up.” Rain’s voice is soft and gentle. So is their touch. It grounds Dewdrop; makes him feel more like himself after having been so far out of his own head for so long. Sessions with Rain always have that effect on him.
Rain pulls him up gently, taking most of his weight for him. He could cry at their gentle affection, so plainly written on their face as they smile down at him.
“‘M tired.” He mumbles, rubbing at his eyes as he hobbles slowly in the direction of the bathroom; he’s going to be so sore tomorrow, covered in scrapes and bruises, but Sathanas, it will have been worth it.
Rain chuckles lightly. “I’m not surprised, darling. You were under for a long time.” Rain sits Dew down on the toilet seat and tells him to wait there.
He giggles at that, a little deliriously. “Well, ‘s not like I can really walk by myself, is it?”
Rain laughs too as they busy themselves with running Dew a warm bath. ”No, I s’pose not…” They hold up two bottles of bath scent, letting Dew decide on the one he’d prefer. He points lazily at the one in Rain’s left hand, not really paying attention to the words on the bottle.
Rain dips their hand into the water to test the temperature and nods to themselves—Dew thinks it’s entirely too endearing—before moving over to Dew and holding their arms out, willing the fire ghoul to grab on and let them pull him up. Dew gladly lets Rain take his weight and guide him over to the bath, letting them help him step in and sit down.
“Want me to help wash you, sundew?”
Dew nods. “Please?”
Rain turns and grabs a washcloth from the sink, lathering it up with Dew’s favourite scented soap. The fact that Rain knows his favourite soap shouldn’t make his stomach do backflips of joy, but it does, and Dew lets it happen. As scary as he finds it sometimes, he’s found he likes being loved, and he likes loving in return.
Rain’s touch when they wipe away the mess covering his body is slow, methodical; soft and gentle in all the right places. They wipe delicately over his thighs and stomach, cleaning up the sticky mess they left all over him only a few minutes prior. They clean around his chest and throat, and offer to wash his hair for him. It’s an offer he can’t refuse.
So, when Rain has washed his skin and they’re lathering their hands with Dew’s shampoo, he lets himself sink down even further into the deliciously warm water and be loved in every way Rain is willing to show him.
another little sneak peak of this same wip that's been kicking my ass, because people seemed to like this snippet that i shared a while ago.
just like last time, t4t raindrop (ftm!dew, nonbinary!rain), texting, dewdrop being a little shit, and a vibrator under the cut:
The phone buzzes—just once this time, it mustn't be another phone call, then—from where Dewdrop threw it onto the mattress earlier. He gropes around for it, taking a few tries to get a proper grip on it, focussed as he is on the overwhelming sensations of Rain’s gift inside his cunt. He clicks the phone on and stares at the screen. It’s a text from Rain. He huffs, realising he’ll have to stop pressing the vibrator into himself in order to answer it. He’s consoled by the fact that if he positions it properly, and clenches around it just right, he’ll still be able to have it filling him up. He’ll still be able to feel the vibrations deep inside his cunt, even if he’s not actively sliding it in and out.
princess rain ♡: i know you’re still awake
sundew ♡: and??
princess rain ♡: i can hear you baby boy
Dewdrop pretends the words on his screen don’t send a wave of arousal through him that ratchets him dangerously close to the edge all over again. Something his cum-drunk brain hadn’t thought about earlier, was if Rain could hear him from their room earlier, they must be able to hear him now as well. And if they can still hear him from all the way down at the opposite end of the corridor... then everyone else must be able to as well. The realisation is just enough to tip him over the edge and have him cumming again with a shout; almost immediately, too. He thrusts the vibe into his cunt more frantically and swipes his fingers back and forth over his dick, bucking his hips up into the touch erratically and paying no mind to the way his wrists both start to cramp up from just how long this burst of pleasure lasts. He’s not quiet about it. He purposefully makes his noises deliciously loud; it spurs him on just as much as he imagines it spurring on his packmates. He wants the sounds to ring out through the ghoul quarters and have his partners grinding against their sheets and pressing a hand against their mouths as they listen to him; wants them to get off on the sound of him in the throes of his pleasure. He can picture them all so clearly in his mind’s eye, which only draws his high out for even longer.
princess rain ♡: fucking hell.
princess rain ♡: darling.
princess rain ♡: my baby boy.
Dewdrop lets out an audible whine.
princess rain ♡: you said you were going to sleep
sundew ♡: thought you said the same thing
princess rain ♡: don’t avoid the question
sundew ♡: didn’t ask me a question
princess rain ♡: brat.
sundew ♡: thanks!
He throws the phone down again and turns his attention back to grinding against the vibe. He groans loudly at the feeling of friction against his dick coupled with the steady vibrations the toy is letting off. He’s so terribly, awfully, wonderfully overstimulated but he can’t find it in himself to stop; it all feels too good. It’s almost as if he’s constantly teetering on the edge of another orgasm and he doesn’t know how much longer he’ll be able to last before he either turns into a dripping wet pile of cum and brain soup, or he passes out from how fucking intense it all is. He doesn’t think he minds either way.
aaaand that's it :) if you liked it and/or want more, please feel free to yell at me to finish it, haha!
